Aww. [Steve breaks into laughter.] Only my burned pancakes. I'm not sure if that's sweet or insulting.
[Why can't it be both? They're good at pushing one another's buttons, both sweet and sour.
There's something unexpectedly sensual about Bucky feeding him little bites of pancake. Steve is not sure what it is in his psyche that's getting off on that little gesture. He doesn't like being taken care of, for the most part; he had way too much of that as a kid. But Bucky makes it different, maybe because of their history or maybe just because he's goddamn Bucky Barnes. Steve would lick stray drops syrup off his fingers if he wasn't afraid that would bring their cooking venture to an abrupt conclusion.]
And now you're buttering me up. [He accuses, prepared to act as if he doesn't believe a word of Bucky's flattery. His eyes betray him, though. He's grateful for that kindness. Personally, Steve feels he does quite a few things that are terrible, mostly in the sense of embarrassing and laughable, but every now and again in the sense of ethically debatable. His moral core is rock-solid, but his actions have consequences that hurt to watch. It makes a guy wonder, is all.
His relentless determination, though, is undeniable. He knows that's something Bucky has always recognized in him, and maybe it made him pull his hair out in frustration years ago, but he seems to like it now.
Bucky himself, meanwhile, is made of charisma, head to toe. He was smooth as silk when they were boys, and now the years have roughed him up badly inside, but somehow he's lost none of his charm. And in the same way, even if he's lost his left arm, the physical grace remains. Maybe he doesn't see it in himself, but Steve sees the unquenchable light at the heart of James Buchanan Barnes, and loves it.
He nods, going back to cooking, and his concentration is utterly shot now, anticipation making his breath short and his face pink. At least he manages not to burn any more of them, even if he has to carefully not look at Bucky for most of the rest of the time he's flipping the pancakes.]
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Date: 2018-04-17 02:33 pm (UTC)[Why can't it be both? They're good at pushing one another's buttons, both sweet and sour.
There's something unexpectedly sensual about Bucky feeding him little bites of pancake. Steve is not sure what it is in his psyche that's getting off on that little gesture. He doesn't like being taken care of, for the most part; he had way too much of that as a kid. But Bucky makes it different, maybe because of their history or maybe just because he's goddamn Bucky Barnes. Steve would lick stray drops syrup off his fingers if he wasn't afraid that would bring their cooking venture to an abrupt conclusion.]
And now you're buttering me up. [He accuses, prepared to act as if he doesn't believe a word of Bucky's flattery. His eyes betray him, though. He's grateful for that kindness. Personally, Steve feels he does quite a few things that are terrible, mostly in the sense of embarrassing and laughable, but every now and again in the sense of ethically debatable. His moral core is rock-solid, but his actions have consequences that hurt to watch. It makes a guy wonder, is all.
His relentless determination, though, is undeniable. He knows that's something Bucky has always recognized in him, and maybe it made him pull his hair out in frustration years ago, but he seems to like it now.
Bucky himself, meanwhile, is made of charisma, head to toe. He was smooth as silk when they were boys, and now the years have roughed him up badly inside, but somehow he's lost none of his charm. And in the same way, even if he's lost his left arm, the physical grace remains. Maybe he doesn't see it in himself, but Steve sees the unquenchable light at the heart of James Buchanan Barnes, and loves it.
He nods, going back to cooking, and his concentration is utterly shot now, anticipation making his breath short and his face pink. At least he manages not to burn any more of them, even if he has to carefully not look at Bucky for most of the rest of the time he's flipping the pancakes.]