“Not a single one,” Bucky grins. For once he’s less Sergeant Barnes and at least for now, plain old Bucky.
Of course, Steve’s gotta be a wise ass. He looks down along the sprawl of Bucky’s body like he’s gotta be sure, so Bucky knocks his knee into Steve’s thigh for that one. Like Steve’s actually gotta check! And just to make it easier for him, Bucky stretches out with a grin, eyebrow quirked upwards. He makes sure Steve gets a nice good look of a lean, muscled form shifting under him; and compared to when Steve first found him, at least he’s managed to fill out some.
Then Steve settles back right over him like he’s coming home. Under Bucky’s hands roaming along the span of Steve’s back, his body ripples a little from his touch, muscles shifting nicely under the stretch of the shirt across them as Bucky toys with the hem of his shirt; not quite tugging it free but teasing at it and the patch of skin that peeks out. Look, he’s gonna be a gentleman here (he’s not sure how far Steve’s gone, or how far he wants to go), but Bucky also can’t resist a good tease.
Just as he can’t rest turning to brush his lips along the corner of Steve’s mouth in a ghost of a kiss, before nuzzling at the dark hollow behind his ear.
“That’d make two of us then. I’d flirt with you and laugh it off like I was joshing around, but…” Bucky shakes his head, thinking back to that one drawing session where when Steve turned around, Bucky had slung himself across the couch, fresh from the shower, hair damp and shirt hanging open. You know, so Steve’d have some variety to draw and ‘cause Bucky didn’t want to sit in a pose for hours sweaty.
That’s what Bucky told himself, but looking back, he’d been playing with fire. Maybe enjoyed the way Steve had frozen for a second when he’d looked up once he got his supplies ready. Bucky looks away, face burning a little as he admits muffled against Steve’s hair; “I guess part of me wanted to push my luck. See if I’d get you to really look at me.”
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Date: 2022-07-06 01:09 am (UTC)Of course, Steve’s gotta be a wise ass. He looks down along the sprawl of Bucky’s body like he’s gotta be sure, so Bucky knocks his knee into Steve’s thigh for that one. Like Steve’s actually gotta check! And just to make it easier for him, Bucky stretches out with a grin, eyebrow quirked upwards. He makes sure Steve gets a nice good look of a lean, muscled form shifting under him; and compared to when Steve first found him, at least he’s managed to fill out some.
Then Steve settles back right over him like he’s coming home. Under Bucky’s hands roaming along the span of Steve’s back, his body ripples a little from his touch, muscles shifting nicely under the stretch of the shirt across them as Bucky toys with the hem of his shirt; not quite tugging it free but teasing at it and the patch of skin that peeks out. Look, he’s gonna be a gentleman here (he’s not sure how far Steve’s gone, or how far he wants to go), but Bucky also can’t resist a good tease.
Just as he can’t rest turning to brush his lips along the corner of Steve’s mouth in a ghost of a kiss, before nuzzling at the dark hollow behind his ear.
“That’d make two of us then. I’d flirt with you and laugh it off like I was joshing around, but…” Bucky shakes his head, thinking back to that one drawing session where when Steve turned around, Bucky had slung himself across the couch, fresh from the shower, hair damp and shirt hanging open. You know, so Steve’d have some variety to draw and ‘cause Bucky didn’t want to sit in a pose for hours sweaty.
That’s what Bucky told himself, but looking back, he’d been playing with fire. Maybe enjoyed the way Steve had frozen for a second when he’d looked up once he got his supplies ready. Bucky looks away, face burning a little as he admits muffled against Steve’s hair; “I guess part of me wanted to push my luck. See if I’d get you to really look at me.”