[He loves that Steve has a sharp sense of humour beneath the good boy on the outside, it makes him more interesting and more easy to relate to. God help him for how fast he's falling for this guy.]
Uh-- I guess I should walk her, huh?
[He thinks this is one of the downsides to a service dog. He has a lot of trouble going outside, it fucks his brain up, so they give him a dog that needs daily walking. Sure. Sounds sensible.
Idiots.]
We could go to the park?
[They don't end up at the park that day, a sudden downpour of rain cuts the first date short pretty abruptly and sends them both home for dry clothes. But that doesn't put a dampener on a second date-- or a third, or a fourth, or...
Somehow, three months go by and things haven't imploded, and Bucky has fallen deeper and deeper in love with Steve. It's a dangerous thing, he shouldn't be this head over heels this fast, but he is. He's careful not to let Steve see any of the bad days, he wants so desperately to be a good and normal boyfriend for him.
But that also means they haven't had sex yet.
Bucky's self conscious, still refusing to be without his prosthetic and show Steve his scarred up body; and Steve has the awkward embarrassment of not being that practised at initiating these things. It's left them both with problems more than once, that no amount of cold showers seem to get rid of.
They're getting nearer, getting more serious, and Natasha has finally talked Steve into replacing his crappy twin bed and putting in a full size Queen. It's Halloween and they're all meant to be going to a party at Nat and Clint's, full fancy dress, and she's told Steve that this is the perfect time to invite Bucky to stop over.
It's seven thirty.
Bucky was meant to come by and knock for Steve a half hour ago, but there's no sign of him yet.]
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Uh-- I guess I should walk her, huh?
[He thinks this is one of the downsides to a service dog. He has a lot of trouble going outside, it fucks his brain up, so they give him a dog that needs daily walking. Sure. Sounds sensible.
Idiots.]
We could go to the park?
[They don't end up at the park that day, a sudden downpour of rain cuts the first date short pretty abruptly and sends them both home for dry clothes. But that doesn't put a dampener on a second date-- or a third, or a fourth, or...
Somehow, three months go by and things haven't imploded, and Bucky has fallen deeper and deeper in love with Steve. It's a dangerous thing, he shouldn't be this head over heels this fast, but he is. He's careful not to let Steve see any of the bad days, he wants so desperately to be a good and normal boyfriend for him.
But that also means they haven't had sex yet.
Bucky's self conscious, still refusing to be without his prosthetic and show Steve his scarred up body; and Steve has the awkward embarrassment of not being that practised at initiating these things. It's left them both with problems more than once, that no amount of cold showers seem to get rid of.
They're getting nearer, getting more serious, and Natasha has finally talked Steve into replacing his crappy twin bed and putting in a full size Queen. It's Halloween and they're all meant to be going to a party at Nat and Clint's, full fancy dress, and she's told Steve that this is the perfect time to invite Bucky to stop over.
It's seven thirty.
Bucky was meant to come by and knock for Steve a half hour ago, but there's no sign of him yet.]