Bucky, in his life, has been slapped a total of once.
He's managed that by being a perfect gentleman to all his dates, so the time he did get slapped was when Dorothy's mother caught them necking in a park when Dorothy claimed she wanted to go see a movie with her girlfriends. Her ma figured Bucky'd been the one to drag her out of it. Seeing the fear in Dorothy's eyes, Bucky had taken one for the team and let her ma believe it. 'Course, the relationship was doomed after that.
Bucky jerks in the chair when Steve's hand cracks against his face, gasping as his head's knocked to the side. Not as hard as Dorothy's mother - she had a real right hook of a slap - but hard enough that it surprises the everliving daylights out of him. Sends the message loud and clear: that apology was bullshit. And Steve's not putting up with it. Do better.
Bucky's cheek and jaw have begun to go red from the blow. The way his skin stings in the aftershocks of the blow and his skin's flushed hot? It has him so damp pressed tight against his briefs that it's just started to stain into his dress slacks.
Closing his eyes, Bucky struggles at first to remember how anything but the not-enough friction against his dick exists. This time he sounds sincere, even if each word is labored. "I'm really sorry. And…and I'll do anything to make it up to you, scout's honor."
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He's managed that by being a perfect gentleman to all his dates, so the time he did get slapped was when Dorothy's mother caught them necking in a park when Dorothy claimed she wanted to go see a movie with her girlfriends. Her ma figured Bucky'd been the one to drag her out of it. Seeing the fear in Dorothy's eyes, Bucky had taken one for the team and let her ma believe it. 'Course, the relationship was doomed after that.
Bucky jerks in the chair when Steve's hand cracks against his face, gasping as his head's knocked to the side. Not as hard as Dorothy's mother - she had a real right hook of a slap - but hard enough that it surprises the everliving daylights out of him. Sends the message loud and clear: that apology was bullshit. And Steve's not putting up with it. Do better.
Bucky's cheek and jaw have begun to go red from the blow. The way his skin stings in the aftershocks of the blow and his skin's flushed hot? It has him so damp pressed tight against his briefs that it's just started to stain into his dress slacks.
Closing his eyes, Bucky struggles at first to remember how anything but the not-enough friction against his dick exists. This time he sounds sincere, even if each word is labored. "I'm really sorry. And…and I'll do anything to make it up to you, scout's honor."