-- 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. :) ]

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[yourbestguysgun]

Well, see. I could but then I could also stay sleep for the extra half hour and I'm pretty sure sleep wins. Sorry an' all.

[punchedhitler]

Right.

[He fills another glass but this time only takes a sip]

So, I wanted to talk to you about something.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Tossing his spoon into the sink and screwing the jar lid on again. ] Okay, what's bugging you?

[punchedhitler]

[He reaches for his shirt, which is still sweaty, but he puts it on anyway]

Nothing.

Someone told me that...

[He's already not sure how to proceed]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Now his nice view is obscured and Steve is acting weird. Saturday should not be this uncool. ]

Somethin' the matter?

[punchedhitler]

According to people who know there's more to sex with another man than what we've been doing.

Not that I'm complaining because it's been great!

[Oh jeez oh jeez]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Suddenly the reason for Steve's weirdness is revealed. Bucky's mouth twitches. ]

You've been talking about sex and you're still in one piece?

[punchedhitler]

[Steve's lips flatten into a line]

Yes.

[Barely.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Amused. ] I'm impressed.

[ And then. ] Okay, so. I take it this conversation is not about how grown up you are now, huh?

[punchedhitler]

Just because I don't think it's always appropriate to talk about [especially in mixed company] doesn't mean I'm not an adult about it.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Raising his hands in surrender. ] Okay, but you're gonna have to give me a clue because not everyone in this room knows what you're talking about.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve mutters something into his water.]

[yourbestguysgun]

What was that?

[punchedhitler]

How much do you know about it?

Sex, with a fella.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He likes to pretend he's pretty worldly but there's no point playing the big guy here. ] Uh, not that much. I mean, even with -- it's not as though it's a thing people acknowledge, right?

[punchedhitler]

Right.

[He sighs and takes another drink]

Someone suggested we watch a blue movie together.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Pointing the jar at him. ] Who are you, and what have you done to Steve?

[punchedhitler]

It was a suggestion. You think it's a bad idea?

[yourbestguysgun]

Nope. I mean, well. [ Hawkward. ] I still remember the last time someone suggested that and you wouldn't let us go.

[punchedhitler]

It was illegal.

[yourbestguysgun]

I do plenty of illegal things. [ Grinning. ] Okay, so we watch a movie. We can do that.

[punchedhitler]

It's not illegal here.

[Smartass.]

You're sure?

[yourbestguysgun]

Well, I figure if it's leadin' somewhere we wanna go, then sure.

[punchedhitler]

All right.

[He moves to press a kiss to Bucky's mouth]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Smiling again. ] Dummy.

[ He'd do pretty much anything to make Steve happy. ]

Wait, so did you talk about us to someone? [ He doesn't mind, but he's curious. ]