-- oh dear diary, we fell apart.

[yourbestguysgun]

"... What do you mean record a message? Ain't the whole point it bein' the other way round. Stupid piece o' --."

☎ Call
☏ Text
✔ Voicemail

[ ooc: action is also a-okay, if you know where to find him. :) ]

Comments

[yourbestguysgun]

Really?

[ He's a dick, Steve. So he's just going to lean into him, his hand low on Steve's stomach. ] Is it a lot?

[punchedhitler]

It's a lot.

[His eyes are closed because he can't look at his best friend right now. He's trying hard to keep this in control]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Kissing him at his throat just where Steve's pulse flutters. Bucky's turned on, sure, but this is Steve. ] Don't worry, kid. I'm not gonna push.

[punchedhitler]

[He takes a breath, and with it comes a sound that Steve has never made before. It's low and deep]

I know.

[He leans down and gives him another kiss, catching his mouth. He knows because he really does know everything about Bucky, and knows that Bucky's turned on.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ His skin feels all prickly hot, breath going out of him at Steve's kiss, and who knew his best friend could do this to him? ] Nn.

[punchedhitler]

[He end the kiss and holds onto Bucky, tight, like he'll disappear if Steve lets go, and tucks his face in Bucky's neck]

We should probably stop.

Before I...

[He lets that dangle]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Muffled. ] I'd offer t'help you with that, but I don't want you to punch me.

[punchedhitler]

I'd put you through a wall.

[He's holding on, damn it.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Spoilsport.

[ Curling his arms around Steve's waist, because he gets that something has turned in Steve's head. ] Hey, hey. You don't have to do anythin' you don't wanna do, right? I can wait. I just want you to be happy.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve nods]

If I let you go, it's only because your best girl is looking at you and wagging her tail.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Brushing his lips against Steve's temple before he lets go, turn to the dog who is mightily unhappy she's being ignored. ] Do you want a kiss to?

[punchedhitler]

[She gets on her hind legs and dances for a second. Yes. Steve can't help but laugh.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Leaning down to kiss her on the head, but she takes that as a cue to lick his face all over. ]

[punchedhitler]

Clearly you don't need me around.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Lifting her up into his arms so she can gain access to Steve too. Ha. ] 'Course I do.

[punchedhitler]

[He closes his eyes, drool everywhere]

Thanks.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Laughing as he carries her away from the door and to the couch. ] He don't like it when we drool on him.

[punchedhitler]

Do you blame me?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Sprawling over the couch, Crepe scrambling over his chest to nose under his chin. ] Yup. Who could resist us, huh?

[punchedhitler]

I just resist drool.

[Steve watches this domesticity unfold]

[yourbestguysgun]

You should sleep in my bed tonight.

[ Scritching behind Crepe's ears. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Pause]

Together?

[He's just making sure. They've slept in the same bed before, usually to converse heat, though.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah.

[ Not looking at Steve. ] No funny business, promise. S'just I think I'd like t'know you were there, y'know.

[punchedhitler]

Sure.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Smiling. Crepe's now half on his shoulder. ] Okay. I'll uh - if I start dreamin', kick me.