The thing that Steve liked the most about Bucky is their shared past. Bucky would always be that kid he'd known forever, that kid who always protected him. And, sometimes, Bucky pulled him out of trouble when nobody else would have. That's what they did, they had each other's back. Always had, always would. For Steve, it may have taken them a little while longer to get here, but there was no way he was going back now.
"If I had my choice, room would be nice."
He remembered their little apartment so long ago. He'd keep his sketches out, not bothering to hide anything when he went to art school. Bucky always had seemed so interested in his work, even when it wasn't his best stuff. "Maybe a little art office," he said with a laugh "I could draw you like a french girl," he teased.
"That would be nice." Partially because that means Bucky would be able to snoop. "Maybe we could get an apartment here," he says, expression bright. "I'd still have to spend most of my time at the farm, but it'd be nice. A big, open space for us to live in. It'd be a lot nicer than our place in Brooklyn." He stretches out a little, looking incredibly content.
"A French girl, huh?" He laughs, getting the reference. It's a good thing they've spent a fair amount of their time watching movies. Bucky winks, smirking. "I might let you, Stevie." He makes a show of tugging at the knot tying his top to his shoulder, not actually making an effort to put it out of the tie.
His grin is absolutely mischievous now. "Would you want me to wear anything while you're drawing me?" He playfully brushing his hand against Steve's face. "A hat, a necklace... maybe something of yours?" He can't help it, whispering the suggestions in Steve's ear.
"A little place, just for two?" He smiled, picturing waking up in the morning with Bucky. Making him breakfast. Sipping coffee. Domestic things that he never thought he'd be able to have before. "Farm would be nice. You like the goats," he teased. "Hey, now nothing is better than Brooklyn. You can take the boy out, but you can't take the Brooklyn out of me."
"Might?" Steve closed his eyes and leaned into Bucky's touch, a small sigh slipping out. "You are easy to draw. Classic lines. Beautiful jaw," he whispered. The way that Bucky was whispering in his ear was getting to him in a beautiful way. A shiver ran through him as he pictured it.
His head shook and it was all he could do to remain calm. "No," he groaned, his voice taking on a rough tone to it. "Nothing. I want all you, Bucky. Just you. I want to draw what I see. Someone rough and beautiful," he murmured. "Wh... What of mine would you want, the shield," he tried to tease.
"Yeah!" Bucky says cheerfully, nodding. "Maybe we could get a bigger place, so you can have a room just for your art. It's not like I need all that much space, since I'm outdoors most of the day anyway," he smiles, imagining how it would look. How much fun it would be to spend a day lounging in Steve's art room, posing for him. He's done it before, but they've both changed so much.
Bucky winks at Steve. "Yeah. Yeah, that sounds nice. Just you, me, lounging on some blankets." He can't help it, sneaking a kiss on Steve's temple, before he pulls back, a teasing smile on his lips.
"I'll do it. Me, naked, using your shield to cover me. It might be kind of scandalous otherwise, right?" But that's clearly more teasing, because Bucky would be more than willing to pose completely nude. He just has other things on his mind. "It's like the dames in pin-ups. They've always got something covering them up."
"You're too good to me. That's all there is." Steve smiled and he leaned in, not even bothering to hide it now. He presses his lips to Bucky's, one hand trailing down his good arm to his hand. "I'd love to see you, wearing only my shield," he moaned against Bucky's lips.
His fingers intertwined easily with Bucky's. "How about it's just me covering you up. Pinning you down. All of that?" Steve smirked, nuzzling his nose with Bucky's. "I'll draw you, then we'll act out what I draw."
"God," Bucky murmurs into the kiss, nodding, just slightly. He can't help the grin on his lips, at the idea. At how sexy that would be, at how it would be there private use of the shield.
He squeezes Steve's hand through the grip, his smile easy and relaxed. "Sounds like something outta one of those porn mags," Bucky says, but his eyes are half-lidded, his face flushed. "But I gotta admit, I think I want to act it out first, this time." They're so close together now, "maybe it'll inspire you," he purrs.
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"If I had my choice, room would be nice."
He remembered their little apartment so long ago. He'd keep his sketches out, not bothering to hide anything when he went to art school. Bucky always had seemed so interested in his work, even when it wasn't his best stuff. "Maybe a little art office," he said with a laugh "I could draw you like a french girl," he teased.
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"A French girl, huh?" He laughs, getting the reference. It's a good thing they've spent a fair amount of their time watching movies. Bucky winks, smirking. "I might let you, Stevie." He makes a show of tugging at the knot tying his top to his shoulder, not actually making an effort to put it out of the tie.
His grin is absolutely mischievous now. "Would you want me to wear anything while you're drawing me?" He playfully brushing his hand against Steve's face. "A hat, a necklace... maybe something of yours?" He can't help it, whispering the suggestions in Steve's ear.
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"Might?" Steve closed his eyes and leaned into Bucky's touch, a small sigh slipping out. "You are easy to draw. Classic lines. Beautiful jaw," he whispered. The way that Bucky was whispering in his ear was getting to him in a beautiful way. A shiver ran through him as he pictured it.
His head shook and it was all he could do to remain calm. "No," he groaned, his voice taking on a rough tone to it. "Nothing. I want all you, Bucky. Just you. I want to draw what I see. Someone rough and beautiful," he murmured. "Wh... What of mine would you want, the shield," he tried to tease.
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Bucky winks at Steve. "Yeah. Yeah, that sounds nice. Just you, me, lounging on some blankets." He can't help it, sneaking a kiss on Steve's temple, before he pulls back, a teasing smile on his lips.
"I'll do it. Me, naked, using your shield to cover me. It might be kind of scandalous otherwise, right?" But that's clearly more teasing, because Bucky would be more than willing to pose completely nude. He just has other things on his mind. "It's like the dames in pin-ups. They've always got something covering them up."
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His fingers intertwined easily with Bucky's. "How about it's just me covering you up. Pinning you down. All of that?" Steve smirked, nuzzling his nose with Bucky's. "I'll draw you, then we'll act out what I draw."
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He squeezes Steve's hand through the grip, his smile easy and relaxed. "Sounds like something outta one of those porn mags," Bucky says, but his eyes are half-lidded, his face flushed. "But I gotta admit, I think I want to act it out first, this time." They're so close together now, "maybe it'll inspire you," he purrs.