And because Steve was the absolute worst and knew it, he stared intently at Bucky’s pert little ass, clad only in a pair of tight boxers when he got up to pull a couple boxes of Pop-Tarts from the cabinet. But still in shock.
(The future was so great. They never had to cook again if they didn’t want to.They could just down 2000 calories worth of colorful sugar crap for breakfast and nobody gave a shit.)
His mind was racing a mile a minute, thinking about when the best time to bring it up would be. He needed to time it right. If he propositioned Bucky at the wrong moment, he would ruin Bucky’s good mood and Steve wouldn’t get to try anything. He didn’t want Bucky to think Steve was being selfish, since just yesterday Bucky had “given up”.
Like, he was selfish. He wouldn’t deny that. Steve wanted sex, and lots of it, but not with just anyone. He wanted it with Bucky, and he wanted Bucky to want it too. Because if Steve was the only one getting off every time, it wasn’t sex, it was masturbation. And Steve could just masturbate by himself and there would be a lot less frustration. Steve would be damned before he let Hydra ruin something so great. They were not going to take this from them.
So he waited until Bucky’s mouth was full of their shit sugar breakfast. He wouldn’t be able to shoot Steve down immediately. He’d actually have to think about it for two seconds.
“Bucky, I think we should give it another shot today. I want to try something new.”
Bucky, with all his tact and grace, immediately said something snarky, spitting little bits of food out while he did it. It took a minute of furious chewing, but he finally swallowed, and rested his arm on the table like he was ready to start a bar fight.
“You shitting me? Why?”
Steve smiled. “You didn’t notice it because you feel asleep, which was very rude by the way, last night. You got like, a third of the way hard.”
“Bullshit.”
“Swear to God.”
“You got some nerve invoking God in this, Mr. America Choir Boy Wonder.”
“That was quite a nickname you threw out there.”
“It’s your only nickname now, from here until the end of time.”
“So is that a yes?”
Bucky rolled his eyes so hard he could probably see his own brain. He blew some hair out of his eyes and took a deep, deep breath.
Need to Mean It, Concede It [2/4]
And because Steve was the absolute worst and knew it, he stared intently at Bucky’s pert little ass, clad only in a pair of tight boxers when he got up to pull a couple boxes of Pop-Tarts from the cabinet. But still in shock.
(The future was so great. They never had to cook again if they didn’t want to.They could just down 2000 calories worth of colorful sugar crap for breakfast and nobody gave a shit.)
His mind was racing a mile a minute, thinking about when the best time to bring it up would be. He needed to time it right. If he propositioned Bucky at the wrong moment, he would ruin Bucky’s good mood and Steve wouldn’t get to try anything. He didn’t want Bucky to think Steve was being selfish, since just yesterday Bucky had “given up”.
Like, he was selfish. He wouldn’t deny that. Steve wanted sex, and lots of it, but not with just anyone. He wanted it with Bucky, and he wanted Bucky to want it too. Because if Steve was the only one getting off every time, it wasn’t sex, it was masturbation. And Steve could just masturbate by himself and there would be a lot less frustration. Steve would be damned before he let Hydra ruin something so great. They were not going to take this from them.
So he waited until Bucky’s mouth was full of their shit sugar breakfast. He wouldn’t be able to shoot Steve down immediately. He’d actually have to think about it for two seconds.
“Bucky, I think we should give it another shot today. I want to try something new.”
Bucky, with all his tact and grace, immediately said something snarky, spitting little bits of food out while he did it. It took a minute of furious chewing, but he finally swallowed, and rested his arm on the table like he was ready to start a bar fight.
“You shitting me? Why?”
Steve smiled. “You didn’t notice it because you feel asleep, which was very rude by the way, last night. You got like, a third of the way hard.”
“Bullshit.”
“Swear to God.”
“You got some nerve invoking God in this, Mr. America Choir Boy Wonder.”
“That was quite a nickname you threw out there.”
“It’s your only nickname now, from here until the end of time.”
“So is that a yes?”
Bucky rolled his eyes so hard he could probably see his own brain. He blew some hair out of his eyes and took a deep, deep breath.
“How could I say no to Mr. America?”