Summertime: One

Summary: With temperatures soaring into the triple digits, it was the hottest Summer on record, and people were taking advantage of the local pool. Steve Rogers, one of the lifeguards, kept a watchful eye on the crowds, ready to dive in at a moment’s notice. Bucky had just moved to Brooklyn, and began visiting the pool on a daily basis, catching the eye of Steve, the man that was built like a god.
Will their relationship be anything more than a summer fling?
Word Count: 1,883
Warnings for series: Language, m/m sexual content, angst, fluff, hate crimes, possibly more to come.
Author’s Note: Inspired by this GIFset by the talented @dailyevanstan GIF credit [x]

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Fuck, it was hot. Like, large beads of sweat running in rivulets down Steve’s sun-kissed skin, and all he was doing was sitting there, in the lifeguard’s chair, a large umbrella doing its best to shield him from the sun’s rays. He desperately wanted to join the crowd and dive into the pool, cool off, if only for a moment. Only problem was he was on the clock, and the last thing he wanted was for someone to drown, even if it meant getting to dive into the crisp blue water.

With a heaving sigh, he readjusted in the tall chair and forced himself to focus. There was a group of five toddlers playing on the splash pad, a slightly larger group of about seven teenage girls that were giggling about something, several senior citizens were moving about the shallow end of the pool, and a herd of elementary school aged children had just been let loose from the minivan across the street. It was going to be one crazy day. Not that Steve minded, not really. It helped keep him focused, kept him from worrying about the heat index and how high the humidity was climbing.

Wanda, another lifeguard, caught his eye and rolled her eyes as she slouched in her chair, pretending to be unconscious. Steve laughed at her display, only looking away when she was ‘conscious’ again. Her brother, Pietro had just clocked in, climbing up to his seat, and blowing out a heavy breath. The consensus was in; it was fucking hot.

Several hours later and dripping wet, Steve stepped down just as the site’s newly appointed manager, Peter Quill, exited his air conditioned office.

“Think fast,” Peter called out, throwing a water bottle at Steve.

Steve caught it easily in his left hand and had the top twisted off a split second later. With four pulls, the bottle was empty and tossed into the recycling bin.

“Thanks, boss,” Steve panted, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

“No problem, man,” he said as he tossed one up to Pietro. “You guys are sweating bullets out here. Gotta keep you hydrated.”

“Yeah, it’s almost a health risk being out here.”

Peter nodded in agreement. “If it were up to me, I’d close it up and send you guys home.”

Steve caught movement as someone stepped out of the men’s locker room. “Ye- yeah, that would be nice.”

The new arrival had a head full of chestnut hair that had been kissed by the sun, streaking caramel throughout the strands. He had this urge to drive his hand through it, grip the strands tight, and angle his head back as they kissed. Then there were the wide shoulders, thick biceps, and a waist that begged to have Steve’s legs wrapped around them.

Steve must have made a noise or something, because Peter was suddenly in his line of sight, wearing a wicked smirk. “See something you like, Rogers?”

“What? I… I mean…-” his voice trailed off as the man dropped the towel that was around his waist.

He was wearing a confident smile as he looked around, his eyes almost instantly finding Steve’s. After shooting Steve a wink, he dove into the water, and goddamn, was it a sight to behold.

“You should go talk to him,” Peter offered, one of his shoulders shrugging.

Steve watched as the man swam the length of the pool, admiring the way his muscles flexed. “Isn’t that against the rules?”

“Who cares, man.”

“I’m on the clock,” he continued to argue weakly. What he really needed was someone to tell him to get his ass back up in the chair, to focus on the task at hand; making sure nobody drowns.

Peter rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun,” he muttered before walking away to hand Wanda the last bottle.

Steve stood there for several more minutes, debating with himself about what he should do. When Wanda called out to him, saying she needed a break, his mind had been made up for him.

For Bucky, besides a cold shower, nothing beat the heat like swimming, and as luck would have it, there was an water park several blocks from his apartment. So, after a long day of unpacking, he threw a towel, a pair of dark trunks, and some shampoo into a bag, and headed out.

With the heat constantly climbing, he figured the place would be crowded, and sure, there were quite a few people there, but nothing like he expected. That could have had something do with how late in the afternoon it was. Either way, Bucky was glad he found the place.

As soon as he stepped out of the locker room, he could feel someone watching him. Not to sound too cocky, but it was a feeling Bucky was somewhat used to. Both men and women seemed to appreciate the way Bucky looked, and he was perfectly fine with that. Well, if he was being honest, he wished more men paid attention to him.

He stood there for a moment, the smell of chlorine making him smile happily, his eyes roaming around, almost instantly landing on the sparkling gaze of a man that looked like a god. His blonde hair was shining in the sun, his tanned shoulders were wide enough that Bucky had no doubt the man had to turn to the side whenever he walked through a doorway. Then there was his chest and stomach, the well-defined muscles twitching in a tantalizing way, but that wasn’t what made Bucky’s mouth water. The man’s shoulder-to-waist ratio was insane.

If Bucky hadn’t needed to cool off before, he definitely needed to do now. He couldn’t help but wink at the man whose name he didn’t know, but damn it, he’d find out later. Bucky dove into the water, internally sighing as the cool water enveloped him. He stayed busy, swimming the length of the pool a handful of times before finally emerging, gasping at the humid air.

In the deep end, with his arms on the ledge, he gazed around, searching for a sign of the mystery man. It only took a couple of moments before Bucky found him, sitting in a tall chair, the whistle between his lips, scolding a group of teenage girls that had pushed a heavier set girl off the edge. That girl was now hanging onto the ledge and crying.

God, he wanted to go over there and show those real life Mean Girls a thing or two, but the slim redhead that was seated across the pool was already on it. Bucky snorted in amusement as the woman’s eyes narrowed and the girls cowered.

The very same group of teenage girls that had been giggling mere minutes ago had just pushed someone into the pool, and now, they were laughing about it, calling the other girl cruel names. Steve was seething as he blew the whistle.

What is wrong with people?

“You think that’s okay to do?” he hollered as he descended his seat. He rushed over to the ledge the girl was clinging to and helped her out.

Wanda climbed out of her seat and stormed over, rage in her eyes. “Why would you do that?”

“I don’t know,” one of the girls said.

“It was fun,” the obvious ringleader declared. If she thought Wanda was going to back down, she was sorely mistaken.

“How would you like it if someone did that to you?” she demanded to know, but didn’t wait for an answer. “Better yet, how would you like to get banned from this place for the rest of the summer?”

The one girl rolled her eyes. “You don’t have the authority to do -”

“You think you’re the shit because a handful of people at your school are afraid of you? Let me tell you something, sweetheart, in the real world, you’re nothing special,” Wanda snickered.

Steve had gotten the girl, Sarah, calmed down, and she was now sitting by her parents. He jogged over to Wanda, glaring at the small group of girls. After seeing him arrive, they started smiling, as if whatever Wanda had just said would be forgotten if they flirted with him.

“Don’t even bother,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You ladies are done here. Get your things and get out.”

“You can’t do -”

“They sure as hell can,” announced Peter, a look of disgust on his face.

One of the girls rolled their eyes and made a demand. “I want to speak to your manager.”

“Oh, that’s how you want to play it. Okay, okay, I get it.” Peter turned around ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat before facing the group once more.

“How can I be of assistance?” he asked with a cocky grin.

“Let’s go, Brit,” a girl to the right said meekly.

With her eyes narrowing behind her large-framed sunglasses, Brit scoffed. “This isn’t over.”

“Oh, but it is,” Peter shot back. “Do you need help gathering your things?”

Steve could hear her teeth gnashing together as the muscle in her jaw flexed. “I got it.”

Wanda waited until the group of girls were escorted into Peter’s office before saying anything. “Bitches be crazy.”

Steve laughed heartily at that, his head thrown back, his hand on Wanda’s almost fragile looking shoulder. “They sure are, Wan.”

“Speaking of crazy bitches…” It was their idea of an inside joke, that Steve, ‘I’m bisexual, but I like men more,’ Rogers hadn’t had a girlfriend since high school because they were all crazy ass bitches.

Steve followed her line of sight, where a certain brunette was pulling himself out of the pool.

“You should go say hi,” she finished, her voice light and teasing.

“That’s two votes,” he murmured. “You got this, then?”

Wanda gave him a wink, and he knew that if they weren’t working, she’d give him a playful smack on the ass. “Go get yourself a man, Steve.”

Steve held his breath as he moved across the water park. He was just about to say something when the man before him turned around, his azure eyes sparkling in the light.

“Hi,” he breathed, his voice washing over Steve like velvet, smooth and rich.

“Hi,” Steve managed to say, hoping his hammering heart couldn’t be heard. “I haven’t seen you around before.”

Really, Steve? You couldn’t come up with anything better?

“I just moved into town,” he explained. “Finally got everything unpacked and felt like cooling off a bit.”

“I was born and raised here. So, if you need help finding the best burger in town, I’m your guy.”

The smirk pulled at his lips. “I’m going to take you up on that.”

“Yeah?” Steve coughed out. “When were you looking to go out?”

“Is tonight too soon?” he asked, his eyes flashing.

“Hell no. I mean, I should probably get your name first,” Steve said with a wink, his hand held out.

Rolling his eyes in annoyance at himself, he slid his hand into Steve’s. “I’m Bucky.”

“I’m Steve,” he purred. “You want me to put my number in your phone?”

“It’s in my locker.”

Unable to keep from smiling, Steve gestured his hand towards the door. “Lead the way.”

TWO

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