"No bad side, huh? I dunno if I've seen every single one. You gotta have at least a bad angle or something..."
Steve grins as he props himself up to look down Bucky's body. The arms around his neck though reel him right back in and he's more than happy to settle back into the spot he apparently fits into so well. The touches to his back are enough to have him practically arching into them like a cat. Steve exhales a sigh and peppers a few kisses around Bucky's jaw, lazy and indulgent. Like in here there is no war and no world that would look at them in love and think them appalling. There is nothing but the two of them. Steve and Bucky. As it always had been and hopefully always would.
Steve nips where his teeth just were, playing with the feel of another expression of affection. There's just so many and so little time...
"I can't believe you didn't know I was sweet on you when we were teens. I look back on some of the things I did back then and feel like a Broadway sign was over my head."
He hadn't thought at the time he was being obvious but in hindsight it was incredible he wasn't arrested at fifteen. The way he'd curl into Bucky when an arm was thrown around his neck? How his eyes would lock on when he got up to spin a girl around the floor? The millions of sketchbooks filled with pieces of his profile and the frequent requests for Bucky to sit for practice on anatomy sketching? Yeah. The generous option here was that they were both just too worried about their own secret getting out to notice the other's. Less generous was that they were both morons which was probably closer to the truth.
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Date: 2022-07-04 12:38 am (UTC)Steve grins as he props himself up to look down Bucky's body. The arms around his neck though reel him right back in and he's more than happy to settle back into the spot he apparently fits into so well. The touches to his back are enough to have him practically arching into them like a cat. Steve exhales a sigh and peppers a few kisses around Bucky's jaw, lazy and indulgent. Like in here there is no war and no world that would look at them in love and think them appalling. There is nothing but the two of them. Steve and Bucky. As it always had been and hopefully always would.
Steve nips where his teeth just were, playing with the feel of another expression of affection. There's just so many and so little time...
"I can't believe you didn't know I was sweet on you when we were teens. I look back on some of the things I did back then and feel like a Broadway sign was over my head."
He hadn't thought at the time he was being obvious but in hindsight it was incredible he wasn't arrested at fifteen. The way he'd curl into Bucky when an arm was thrown around his neck? How his eyes would lock on when he got up to spin a girl around the floor? The millions of sketchbooks filled with pieces of his profile and the frequent requests for Bucky to sit for practice on anatomy sketching? Yeah. The generous option here was that they were both just too worried about their own secret getting out to notice the other's. Less generous was that they were both morons which was probably closer to the truth.
"Guess the stupid got divided equally..."