You could almost pretend they’re back home; could’ve been curling up on the bed, pretending like they actually got the dough to go camping out under the stars and trying to scare each other shitless with ghost stories… if it weren’t for the delicious ache all over and the sweat drying sticky on their skin. Bucky’s eyes rove all over Steve like he can’t decide what he likes best drinking up. Steve looks gorgeous in the afterglow. Especially looking pleased as punch.
Except Steve just has to grin like that, and that earns him a gentle punch to the shoulder, before Bucky resumes skimming his knuckles up and down the firm muscles.
“Well… When you gotta put it like that, yeah. I guess so,” Bucky shrugs, face warm. Okay, so it’s a weird question. But Steve’s still Steve, so who better to ask? “It’s not like I can just tip you over and plant one on you. The you back in the War.”
Bucky’s eyes flutter closed for a moment as he presses into the caresses trailing down his cheek, turning his head just so he can catch at Steve’s fingertips with the corner of his lips for a sec. He’d kind of written this kind of thing off after a couple months after shipping out overseas. Some guys went a little wild in town, but Bucky’s interest had mostly dried up when all he could think of was going back into the meat grinder or worrying what Steve was doing without anyone watching his back.
Bucky finds himself grinning over at Steve as his hand settles on his shoulder and he nestles even closer. “I don’t know, pal, I can think of a few doozies the press tried to squeeze past for Captain America.”
Maybe he’s over-thinking it. Still, Bucky looks a little doubtful, but he doesn’t hesitate in tangling his fingers with Steve's and their ankles.
“Sure, sometimes we don’t need to spill our guts on stuff. I just know and so do you. Most of the time,” Bucky says, doubtfully. “I just don’t know what I’d do if you looked at me like I grew a second head. Or worse. It’s easier with you. You’re different in some ways. ” A slow smile creeps back onto Bucky’s face, and he pretends to bat his eyes like some doll on the big screen. It’s not the same when he doesn’t got the big lashes or doe eyes. “So you mean I should come at you like this?”
Maybe he’s covering up on how unsure he is. But,..it couldn't be that easy to get his Steve’s brain turning. Can it?
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Date: 2022-05-21 04:16 am (UTC)Except Steve just has to grin like that, and that earns him a gentle punch to the shoulder, before Bucky resumes skimming his knuckles up and down the firm muscles.
“Well… When you gotta put it like that, yeah. I guess so,” Bucky shrugs, face warm. Okay, so it’s a weird question. But Steve’s still Steve, so who better to ask? “It’s not like I can just tip you over and plant one on you. The you back in the War.”
Bucky’s eyes flutter closed for a moment as he presses into the caresses trailing down his cheek, turning his head just so he can catch at Steve’s fingertips with the corner of his lips for a sec. He’d kind of written this kind of thing off after a couple months after shipping out overseas. Some guys went a little wild in town, but Bucky’s interest had mostly dried up when all he could think of was going back into the meat grinder or worrying what Steve was doing without anyone watching his back.
Bucky finds himself grinning over at Steve as his hand settles on his shoulder and he nestles even closer. “I don’t know, pal, I can think of a few doozies the press tried to squeeze past for Captain America.”
Maybe he’s over-thinking it. Still, Bucky looks a little doubtful, but he doesn’t hesitate in tangling his fingers with Steve's and their ankles.
“Sure, sometimes we don’t need to spill our guts on stuff. I just know and so do you. Most of the time,” Bucky says, doubtfully. “I just don’t know what I’d do if you looked at me like I grew a second head. Or worse. It’s easier with you. You’re different in some ways. ” A slow smile creeps back onto Bucky’s face, and he pretends to bat his eyes like some doll on the big screen. It’s not the same when he doesn’t got the big lashes or doe eyes. “So you mean I should come at you like this?”
Maybe he’s covering up on how unsure he is. But,..it couldn't be that easy to get his Steve’s brain turning. Can it?