Honestly, Bucky never even figured Steve was into guys. No matter what some fellas said when they saw what Steve looked like, Bucky was so sure that he wasn’t an invert. Especially when you saw how tongue-tied Steve got around girls. The guy just had bad luck with them, that’s all. But Bucky never figured in a million years that Steve was interested in guys, much less the one standing next to him. So he never asked. Was too afraid to.
“It’s on both of us,” Bucky concedes as a smirk flickers across his face, tilting his jaw up a little so Steve’s fingers can slip along the hollow of soft skin underneath. His eyes drift closed for a moment with a pleased rumble as Steve touches him like he can’t get enough. Hell, he can’t get enough, and what they’re doing isn’t even the heavy stuff. But he could practically live on this for the rest of his life and be thrilled. “Bet it would’ve been one helluva send-off party though.”
Bucky’s face softens a little at the edges as Steve’s voice cracks just a little, and his smile fades as Steve’s voice dips like he’s admitting something else Captain Rogers couldn’t let out in public: that he worried like the rest of them, that he got scared too. Bucky lets out a soft sigh, deep and slow, out as he listens and lets Steve have it all out, stroking along a broad arm, feeling thickly corded muscle and strong forearm, and those clever hands that are the same that Bucky tangles his fingers with and brings them up between the with an encouraging squeeze.
It comes out like Steve’s been holding it in and unable to breath a word. It’s gotta be a relief.
“But I’m not, and it’s thanks to you,” Bucky curls in closer, ankles tangled with each other. Whatever happens in the future, it’s not Steve’s fault. “I thought I was hallucinating back on the table, but seeing you was just…” Something tightens in Bucky’s throat, on the lump threatening there, and he breathes out through his nose to try and force it down, hide the waver in his voice like he tries to hide the waver in his hands on some days. He shakes his head. “...I keep coming back to that moment I realized it was you there coming to get me.”
Bucky’s hand tightens on Steve’s, arm winding around his shoulder as he breathes hard into the kiss, hard and a little desperate along the edges, as if all he wants just then is to think of Steve, and not that hell hole that feels like all of him didn’t get out from. Bucky’s eyes linger on Steve’s lip, leaning in to indulge himself in a tiny, soft nip. “I thought about it, you know. Back the night when you formed the Commandos. Almost had enough liquid courage in me, and then I saw you come in dressed to the nines.”
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“It’s on both of us,” Bucky concedes as a smirk flickers across his face, tilting his jaw up a little so Steve’s fingers can slip along the hollow of soft skin underneath. His eyes drift closed for a moment with a pleased rumble as Steve touches him like he can’t get enough. Hell, he can’t get enough, and what they’re doing isn’t even the heavy stuff. But he could practically live on this for the rest of his life and be thrilled. “Bet it would’ve been one helluva send-off party though.”
Bucky’s face softens a little at the edges as Steve’s voice cracks just a little, and his smile fades as Steve’s voice dips like he’s admitting something else Captain Rogers couldn’t let out in public: that he worried like the rest of them, that he got scared too. Bucky lets out a soft sigh, deep and slow, out as he listens and lets Steve have it all out, stroking along a broad arm, feeling thickly corded muscle and strong forearm, and those clever hands that are the same that Bucky tangles his fingers with and brings them up between the with an encouraging squeeze.
It comes out like Steve’s been holding it in and unable to breath a word. It’s gotta be a relief.
“But I’m not, and it’s thanks to you,” Bucky curls in closer, ankles tangled with each other. Whatever happens in the future, it’s not Steve’s fault. “I thought I was hallucinating back on the table, but seeing you was just…” Something tightens in Bucky’s throat, on the lump threatening there, and he breathes out through his nose to try and force it down, hide the waver in his voice like he tries to hide the waver in his hands on some days. He shakes his head. “...I keep coming back to that moment I realized it was you there coming to get me.”
Bucky’s hand tightens on Steve’s, arm winding around his shoulder as he breathes hard into the kiss, hard and a little desperate along the edges, as if all he wants just then is to think of Steve, and not that hell hole that feels like all of him didn’t get out from. Bucky’s eyes linger on Steve’s lip, leaning in to indulge himself in a tiny, soft nip. “I thought about it, you know. Back the night when you formed the Commandos. Almost had enough liquid courage in me, and then I saw you come in dressed to the nines.”