Steve woke up to the early afternoon sun sliced through the shades, and a metal digit poking at his side.

“Steve, I can’t breathe.”

He smirked. “Sorry.” He didn’t move, just nuzzled at Bucky’s stubble.

Bucky swatted at his back. “Get offa me, you big lug. I need to piss. And breathe.”

“Don’t wanna.”

Bucky rolled them over, and peeled himself off Steve with a nasty splurch sound from the dried up cum between them.

“Jeez, it wasn’t just a dream huh?”

Steve beamed. “Nope.”

Bucky wrinkled his nose and feigned disgust. “You made me talk like a mopey teenager. You’re going to pay for that later, Rogers.”

“You’ll never get an apology out of me, Barnes. I meant every damn, sappy word.”

“Whatever you say, Mr. America Choir Boy Wonder.”