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[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.]

[Bucky is drinking up these noises. At the tug, he gets the hint and pushes himself up enough to reach back and drag his shirt off. When he stretches back out and feels their skin press together, it's all he can do to not strip them both right there on the couch.]

Cat got your tongue, sweetheart? Can't let it have all the fun...

[He grins, running his hands through Steve's hair before kissing him again, deepening it without hesitation.]

[It takes Steve a couple of tries before he's able to speak.]

Bedroom?

[He doesn't say anything else, returning the kiss eagerly, sucking at Bucky's tongue with a moan. The way things are headed, he's pretty sure they're going to end up completely naked on the couch, and that doesn't sound like the most erotic of places to do something on, especially not for a first time with someone.]

[Kissing was one thing. Going to the bedroom was another. He pulls back, straddling Steve's legs as he looks at him]

How drunk are you, right now? Don't lie. You suck at lying. I...am not taking advantage of you if you're drunk.

Kinda buzzed?

[He remembers the times Bucky took him to bars in the 30s, the kind of bars where you had to wink at the doorman because alcohol hadn't actually been legal at the time.

He's actually surprised at how sober he feels, considering the amount the two of them drank.]

I don't feel drunk.

[Not that he could necessarily tell, but his words aren't slurring as badly as they would for someone without a super-soldier's metabolism.]

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