The idea of being at the Ritz with Bucky is enough of a dream for Steve to miss whatever had flickered over his friend's face a second before. He'd already let out a heartfelt groan as Bucky implied that he was gonna be very vocal and appreciative in bed. His forehead rested against the other's shoulder as he reined his hormones in and fought back the urge to really find out if that was true or if Bucky was bluffing to get him going.
Not here. Not here where the place was crawling with soldiers and people already were looking at Bucky with a closer eye thanks to his episode in the bar. He could imagine one wrong noise coming out of either of them and Bucky on a boat back to New York, him alone and chastised in Europe. It wasn't fair, really. The other men were taking the local ladies out and to locked rooms just like this. It wasn't anyone's business what happened behind those doors. And yet they both knew acutely that it was.
Maybe it was for the best. Bucky had just come out of what looked like a brief coma. Sex probably was a bad idea after that just in general.
"The Ritz? You really think you'd be able to show me that good a time?" Steve tilts his head and grins up at Bucky with a megawatt smile. He's teasing; both of them probably will come out of this with more money than they've seen in their entire lives. The Ritz might be able to be a weekend getaway with the Captain America bonuses.
"I feel like I'd lay down on those nice sheets and someone'd come in and shoo us both out so we didn't muck 'em up. Middle of the night I still wouldn't believe they let two slobs like us in. Without having to come in through the kitchen? Hard to imagine..."
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Date: 2022-07-14 02:57 am (UTC)Not here. Not here where the place was crawling with soldiers and people already were looking at Bucky with a closer eye thanks to his episode in the bar. He could imagine one wrong noise coming out of either of them and Bucky on a boat back to New York, him alone and chastised in Europe. It wasn't fair, really. The other men were taking the local ladies out and to locked rooms just like this. It wasn't anyone's business what happened behind those doors. And yet they both knew acutely that it was.
Maybe it was for the best. Bucky had just come out of what looked like a brief coma. Sex probably was a bad idea after that just in general.
"The Ritz? You really think you'd be able to show me that good a time?" Steve tilts his head and grins up at Bucky with a megawatt smile. He's teasing; both of them probably will come out of this with more money than they've seen in their entire lives. The Ritz might be able to be a weekend getaway with the Captain America bonuses.
"I feel like I'd lay down on those nice sheets and someone'd come in and shoo us both out so we didn't muck 'em up. Middle of the night I still wouldn't believe they let two slobs like us in. Without having to come in through the kitchen? Hard to imagine..."