“Hey, don’t go talking like that, you were always a looker to me,” Bucky scoffs. Here’s the Steve Rogers that people just aren’t gonna see out there. Well... not unless you were Peggy, ‘cause depending on the day, Steve either looks like he might trip on his own feet or somehow finds how to be smooth as butter with her. For a second, Bucky has to wonder at how Peggy fits in with all this. The selfish part of him that knows his days are numbered? Isn’t so sure about playing nice anymore.

Whatever happens, he doesn’t even want to think that far ahead. Bucky finds himself grinning back, feeling a little like that guy back in New York and not the guy who can take a life these days without even batting an eye. His heart flutters, light as a feather for once, when Steve covers his hands with his and presses in for a deeper, bolder kiss; maybe not a lot of practice but he’s quick to learn and Bucky’s there to help show him, slowly deepening the kiss and answering the delicious nip with a swipe of his tongue along Steve’s lower lip.

Just a tease, but not going in too heavy. Bucky can be a regular gentleman, just watch him.

It’s just a little tough when Steve’s looking at him like that. The guy looks like a real dish. Bucky’s hands rest on Steve’s shoulder as he scoots closer, so they aren’t having to lean over his bunched up legs. Their thighs press warm and firm against each other.

“Look at us, a regular pair of clowns,” Bucky has to laugh. Here they are, after years of dancing around each other in silence. He sobers though, because; “I don’t know where this takes us. But I’m along for wherever the ride goes, pal. Got it?”