Just recently Steve had been sitting with Peggy over tea and just talking about their lives. It was a nice, warm memory amidst the battles and pain. The two of them sharing childhood anecdotes and teasing each other about some of their stranger moments. And in the middle of it all had been Bucky. Not in person, but definitely in spirit. He was centered in almost every story Steve told and every memory that made him smile. The night wore on and Steve hadn't even realized how much he'd been talking until he finally glanced over at Peggy and saw it.
She knew.
Steve could see from the patient, fond, almost pitying expression on her face that she knew now. And it was a miracle she wasn't disgusted or running from him for it. If anything she seemed almost charmed. But still, the fact that his heart was so exposed that he could just bare it without even meaning to?
Well. That wasn't actually new information, really. But it did underline how lax he'd become with hiding it. Something he couldn't afford out here if he wanted them to stay together. Something he couldn't afford full stop if he wanted to keep Bucky in his life.
Or so he thought.
Steve shoves Bucky back a few seconds into the kiss. It's instinctual, his eyes darting around the locked and private room as though someone was hiding in the curtain. Even when he's sure they're safe and alone, he looks almost horrified for a second. Like his most private, desperate dream had somehow clawed its way into reality just to expose him. Just to push Bucky away from him. But the horror fades away quickly since the only one doing any pushing here was him.
And, Jesus Christ. Bucky had kissed him.
Steve stares at his friend, stunned now more than anything else. His lips are warm and tingling from the hard kiss they'd just received. It had been short but Steve was replaying every second of it in his head. Bucky asking for Steve not to hate him. The way he got tugged in close. The feel of his best friend's body so near to his own, lips pressed to his and gently shifting. He'd dreamed of a moment like that. Wanted it for longer than he could even remember. And it had happened. It had really happened.
And Steve had stopped it. Which... yeah. Okay. That was a bad idea. Steve could worry about what this means or why it's happening later on. Right now though...
"Bucky... Buck," he says in a hoarse voice. "I could never hate you. Hear me?"
Steve's a lot less confident than Bucky or his future self had been. He uses his grip on Bucky's shoulders to pull him forward and almost tentatively shifts his head to press a peck to the corner of the other's mouth. Even that alone makes his body light up like a Christmas tree and his cheeks go pink.
"Never. And definitely not for this..."
Steve blushes all the more as he leans back in to try a more firm, passionate kiss like Bucky did. This time however teeth can't be spared and he lets out a soft curse before trying again with a bit more care.
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Date: 2022-06-11 04:59 am (UTC)She knew.
Steve could see from the patient, fond, almost pitying expression on her face that she knew now. And it was a miracle she wasn't disgusted or running from him for it. If anything she seemed almost charmed. But still, the fact that his heart was so exposed that he could just bare it without even meaning to?
Well. That wasn't actually new information, really. But it did underline how lax he'd become with hiding it. Something he couldn't afford out here if he wanted them to stay together. Something he couldn't afford full stop if he wanted to keep Bucky in his life.
Or so he thought.
Steve shoves Bucky back a few seconds into the kiss. It's instinctual, his eyes darting around the locked and private room as though someone was hiding in the curtain. Even when he's sure they're safe and alone, he looks almost horrified for a second. Like his most private, desperate dream had somehow clawed its way into reality just to expose him. Just to push Bucky away from him. But the horror fades away quickly since the only one doing any pushing here was him.
And, Jesus Christ. Bucky had kissed him.
Steve stares at his friend, stunned now more than anything else. His lips are warm and tingling from the hard kiss they'd just received. It had been short but Steve was replaying every second of it in his head. Bucky asking for Steve not to hate him. The way he got tugged in close. The feel of his best friend's body so near to his own, lips pressed to his and gently shifting. He'd dreamed of a moment like that. Wanted it for longer than he could even remember. And it had happened. It had really happened.
And Steve had stopped it. Which... yeah. Okay. That was a bad idea. Steve could worry about what this means or why it's happening later on. Right now though...
"Bucky... Buck," he says in a hoarse voice. "I could never hate you. Hear me?"
Steve's a lot less confident than Bucky or his future self had been. He uses his grip on Bucky's shoulders to pull him forward and almost tentatively shifts his head to press a peck to the corner of the other's mouth. Even that alone makes his body light up like a Christmas tree and his cheeks go pink.
"Never. And definitely not for this..."
Steve blushes all the more as he leans back in to try a more firm, passionate kiss like Bucky did. This time however teeth can't be spared and he lets out a soft curse before trying again with a bit more care.