“No more talking about anything being stupid. God it,” Bucky grins, both hands up in an ‘i-surrender’. “Let’s just call it ‘risky’ as hell.”
But come on, it’s the walking picture of foolhardy here. Between two guys in the middle of a war? With Captain fucking America? If anyone’s gonna have the magnifying glass on them, it’s going to be Steve. Which means they gotta play it safe, not look like anything more outside of closed doors. Bucky rolls his eyes at the nose bop, even if half of him’s relieved that some of the silliness from back home still peeks out now and then, and leans in smiling into a soft press as Bucky captures Steve’s lips in a nice, slow kiss.
Bucky’s mouth quirks into a smile at the kiss along his mouth, heart light as a feather for the first time in years when Steve says he wants to play ball. Shifting his weight, Bucky turns on his side towards Steve as Steve practically curls around him like Bucky used to do for him back in the day. With his arm slung across Steve’s waist and his other curled up under his own head, Bucky looks between them like they’re away from the war, maybe camping at the Grand Canyon, sharing a secret in the late evening hours when no one’s really willing to sleep.
“No, she sure didn’t,” Bucky smiles softly, looking at Steve close up like he’s discovering new sides to his oldest, best friend. His Steve doesn’t have that look in his eyes like tragedy’s been burned into him yet. Maybe Bucky can do something to keep that from him longer. Bucky curls close to him, sliding his hand up so he can toy with the short hairs at the back.
His thumb strokes along the arches of his cheekbone, then travels down along the path carved by the angle of a strong jaw. “I just wish I’d said something earlier if this is how you felt. We got a lot of lost time to make up.”
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Date: 2022-06-26 05:23 am (UTC)But come on, it’s the walking picture of foolhardy here. Between two guys in the middle of a war? With Captain fucking America? If anyone’s gonna have the magnifying glass on them, it’s going to be Steve. Which means they gotta play it safe, not look like anything more outside of closed doors. Bucky rolls his eyes at the nose bop, even if half of him’s relieved that some of the silliness from back home still peeks out now and then, and leans in smiling into a soft press as Bucky captures Steve’s lips in a nice, slow kiss.
Bucky’s mouth quirks into a smile at the kiss along his mouth, heart light as a feather for the first time in years when Steve says he wants to play ball. Shifting his weight, Bucky turns on his side towards Steve as Steve practically curls around him like Bucky used to do for him back in the day. With his arm slung across Steve’s waist and his other curled up under his own head, Bucky looks between them like they’re away from the war, maybe camping at the Grand Canyon, sharing a secret in the late evening hours when no one’s really willing to sleep.
“No, she sure didn’t,” Bucky smiles softly, looking at Steve close up like he’s discovering new sides to his oldest, best friend. His Steve doesn’t have that look in his eyes like tragedy’s been burned into him yet. Maybe Bucky can do something to keep that from him longer. Bucky curls close to him, sliding his hand up so he can toy with the short hairs at the back.
His thumb strokes along the arches of his cheekbone, then travels down along the path carved by the angle of a strong jaw. “I just wish I’d said something earlier if this is how you felt. We got a lot of lost time to make up.”