Steve’s lips are soft; unlike the future Steve, there’s no sting of a coarse beard, or an answering groan as they part in a shocked gasp. It’s clear in an instant; Steve’s not expecting his best friend to plant one on him, and he’s not kissing him back in those next couple seconds. Then hands settle on Bucky’s shoulder and Bucky’s heart runs ice-cold and his mouth goes dry when Steve shoves him back. It’s a little rough, mostly because he took Steve by surprise and he’s still got strength he never had before, and Bucky has to catch himself on the headboard quick.
God, how could he be so stupid? To assume this Steve might feel the same? If the other Steve didn’t remember them becoming a thing back in the War, then it must’ve never happened, or maybe time travel’s a lot like roads that are similar but run alongside each other.
Now they stare at each other, Steve’s eyes wide as saucers and looking fucking horrified Bucky drops his head, gut twisting, and looks away as his throat works on a hard swallow as his mind races on what he should say. What can he say to salvage this? He’s ruined their friendship. Probably ruined the squad, if Steve starts second-guessing himself and doesn’t trust him to have his back right.
“I-” Bucky starts, then falls short. He doesn’t got a clue what to say. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. I know you’re not like that”
Even if Steve’s telling him he could never hate him, Bucky can’t get that Steve’s look out of his head or how quick he pushed him back. Maybe they’ll work together but how can they be okay after this? Bucky’s tense under Steve’s grip, and it’s only when he feels Steve pulling him towards him that he looks up, just in time to see Steve press in closer just to land a soft peck - the kind when you were just starting out, playing it safe - to the corner of Bucky’s lips.
Bucky gapes, thrown. “You’re not disgusted-?”
It’s as far as Bucky gets, because Steve’s leaning in, capturing his lips with a faint click of teeth that Bucky both winces and laughs with sheer relief into, while as he drags Steve in all the way closer against him with a low, wanting, desperate sound. Whatever’s going through Steve’s head, it can wait. Bucky’s almost too afraid to dig closer.
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Date: 2022-06-11 11:46 pm (UTC)God, how could he be so stupid? To assume this Steve might feel the same? If the other Steve didn’t remember them becoming a thing back in the War, then it must’ve never happened, or maybe time travel’s a lot like roads that are similar but run alongside each other.
Now they stare at each other, Steve’s eyes wide as saucers and looking fucking horrified Bucky drops his head, gut twisting, and looks away as his throat works on a hard swallow as his mind races on what he should say. What can he say to salvage this? He’s ruined their friendship. Probably ruined the squad, if Steve starts second-guessing himself and doesn’t trust him to have his back right.
“I-” Bucky starts, then falls short. He doesn’t got a clue what to say. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. I know you’re not like that”
Even if Steve’s telling him he could never hate him, Bucky can’t get that Steve’s look out of his head or how quick he pushed him back. Maybe they’ll work together but how can they be okay after this? Bucky’s tense under Steve’s grip, and it’s only when he feels Steve pulling him towards him that he looks up, just in time to see Steve press in closer just to land a soft peck - the kind when you were just starting out, playing it safe - to the corner of Bucky’s lips.
Bucky gapes, thrown. “You’re not disgusted-?”
It’s as far as Bucky gets, because Steve’s leaning in, capturing his lips with a faint click of teeth that Bucky both winces and laughs with sheer relief into, while as he drags Steve in all the way closer against him with a low, wanting, desperate sound. Whatever’s going through Steve’s head, it can wait. Bucky’s almost too afraid to dig closer.