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[Steve is far too gone to see any real worry on Bucky's face, though it takes him a little too long to remember the password on his phone-- why do phones need passwords again?-- but he's sliding up right next to Bucky, so their shoulders are touching.]

There!

[He starts swiping through the pictures. It's not a shock that Steve doesn't use his phone much, and thus only has a few dozen photographs of his art. It's a lot of half-finished charcoal drawings and paintings. People, horses, cars.

There are also a few of Bucky. Steve turns beet red at the pictures.]

Shit, sorry. I forgot I took pictures of them.

[It's a terrible excuse, because it absolutely implies he has more of them, and now he feels like a creep.]

[Bucky reaches out and goes back to the pictures with a few swipes. It's him. It's him and he looks... Incredible.] [He pauses on one where it almost looks like he could have been asleep. Surely that's the only time he'd been that peaceful]

This. These... Fuck. There's more of them? How? How could you...how are you this fucking amazing that you can make someone like me look like this? Steve...These. They're incredible.

[He shakes his head in awe and disbelief. An almost sad smile pastes over his face]

Smart, funny, sweet, gorgeous, and talented beyond measure. Some...some gal is gonna win the lotto with you, sweetheart.

I...

[He's red, very red. The whispered comment really doesn't help.]

I used to draw you all the time, when we were kids. I never really wanted to show you those ones.

[Bucky looks up and sees that spreading blush. Steve never plays fair. His flesh hand goes up and pressed into his cheek, thumb brushing against it]

Turning into a tomato, Stevie. And why wouldn't you want me to see them? It's flattering, really. I don't know how you can see me like this to draw...

[The touch doesn't help at all, but Steve leans into it instead of pulling away.]

You're gorgeous, Buck, why wouldn't I want to draw you?

[He's too drunk to immediately process what he's said, especially to get flustered and try to backtrack immediately.]

[Wow. So that was what it felt like to have the air sucked out of a room. Bucky's eyes are wide and he stops breathing for a long few seconds]

I think you confused me with a mirror, Stevie...

[His thumb trails against Steve's cheek. And, like last night, the drink is starting to mute out just how much trouble he's currently in]

[Steve laughs a little.]

When I look in the mirror, all I see is the 90-pound half-deaf asthmatic with a bad back.

[That's just. Too wrong to even find funny. Bucky's other hand brackets Steves's head, making him look him right into his bleary eyes]

Then you're blind.

Because even then, I saw a guy who stood up tall and strong no matter what. Who's smile could light up a whole fucking room. And now? I see that same guy. The wrapping is different, but...fuck, Steve. You're gorgeous. Without the muscles. Without those baby blues. Without anything but you. You're...the best thing I've ever seen.

Coulda been going blind, too.

[It's said wryly, and Steve tips his head, like he's thinking about kissing Bucky.]

You're one of the only people who's always had faith in me, Buck.

[Bucky tilts in himself, helplessly. But then Steve kept talking and. Shit. He remembers that damn alert. 'Fuck shit up'.

Steve is drunk right now. They're both drunk. If he does this, he could fuck up their friendship forever. And then he'd have nothing. And worse? Steve would lose him. His face is filled with regret as he leans back and lets his hands fall to Steve's shoulders]

's not faith, Steve. I know you. I know you inside and out. So trust me... You're... you're perfect.

[Steve leans forward, not looking too bothered. Sure, he's drunk, but when was the last time he was this into a person? That had been a lifetime ago, with Pegs.]

I hate to be dramatic, but I think you're the only one who really knows me.

[Bucky fills with low-key panic as he watches Steve almost broadcast interest in him. Was Thor right? Or...Fuck. Fuck, he had no idea what to do]

I...I don't... I think...Shit, Steve...

[He leans forward and presses his forehead to Steve's]

You're drunk. Really drunk. We both are.

[Even though right now he feels sober as Hell feeling the heat of Steve's skin and breath so close]

Maybe you need to sleep this off before you do something you regret...

[Steve seems to consider it for a long moment, nodding. He isn't sure he's going to regret this when he's sober. He doesn't think so, but maybe Bucky's right.]

Drinking first thing in the morning wasn't my brightest idea.

[He keeps himself from moving forward, even though what he really wants to do is pull Bucky close to him.]

We could wait a while, if you want. With our metabolism, it might be an hour? Maybe less.

Technically, I think it was my idea...

[He pulls back and looks at Steve again, surprised]

You...want to wait? And...in an hour?

[He's poleaxed and too drunk to even pretend to be smooth anymore]

You do realize what...what we were almost...What was going on here, right?

[Steve laughs.]

I think we were about to make out, weren't we?

[At least, that's what he wanted to do.]

[Bucky doesn't even blink. Steve is laughing. And maybe, he thinks, Steve is just looking for some closeness or contact. But shit. Holy shit. Steve actually seems okay with this.

Yeah, he's trying to be good, but he's no saint]

Yeah. Yeah, that was about the shape of it... I guess...wouldn't be the first time I've had some drunken tumbles on the couch...

[Steve doesn't hesitate, moving in close. He doesn't try anything, he's too noble for that, but the desire remains in him.]

Could be fun. It's not like I've ever done that before.

[Fun. Yeah. Yeah... It could be fun. And Hell, what were friends for if not drunken kisses?]

Look...I just. I just... Last night. With Thor and... This is... I mean...

[Oh, fuck it. Fun was better than nothing.]

Christ, Steve. 'Fucking shit up' just got rescheduled.

[He tilts his head in, kissing Steve hard, his hands curling around his jaw to steady his head}

Shhh.

[He's too drunk for serious conversations. They can do this properly once they've sobered up.]

You're not fucking up anything.

[He surges into the kiss, wrapping both arms around Bucky; one into his long hair, the other around his shoulder.]

[Yeah. They'll see about that in an hour]

[He lets out a small, hungry noise as he pushes back against Steve, wanting to lay him down on the couch. His flesh hand strokes down Steve's arm and then onto his stomach, pushing under the shirt]

[Steve lets Bucky push him onto the couch. He's relaxed and limber, not offering even a token resistance.

He moans into the kiss, trying to shrug himself out of his shirt without actually letting go of Bucky. The end result isn't a lot more than Steve wriggling at the touch, but there was a half-hearted attempt somewhere in there.]

[Bucky can't help laughing at the wiggling. He pulls back and with absolutely zero fucks being give, tears the shirt right in half.]

I'll get you another one.

[He blankets Steve and teasingly bites at his kiss-swollen lips before fisting a hand into his hair. He pulls back gently, baring Steve's throat as he nips his way down to kiss against his pulse]

[He laughs a breathy noise, but does nothing to stop Bucky, tipping his head, letting Bucky kiss him everywhere.]

Buck...

[It's moaned, lax as he squeezes at Bucky's flesh shoulder rocking his hips into the kiss.]

[Yeah. Bucky shouldn't have started this. Because now he realizes there's no way he's going to be able to stop.]

I really like how you sound, saying my name like that...

[His hips bear down, grinding against Steve as he bites against the base of his jaw. His hands run all over his torso, touching each inch of him like he's memorizing the terrain.]

[There's not much Steve can say to that. His brain tells him he should say something but he can't do much more than moan, arching at the touch, trying to tug at Bucky, wordlessly telling him to pull off his own shirt.

Steve could easily rip it off Bucky himself, but that'll be the next step.

It feels amazing, and they haven't even done anything; Steve's finding it hard to bite back the little noises he's making.]

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