[Steve is happy to go where Bucky directs, on his feet to kiss Bucky until his lungs burn for air, to stumble back blindly to his bed - he's well on his way to being a mindless mess already, half hard once more.

Steve doesn't even recognize the sound of his phone at first - the blaring ring a background annoyance getting in the way of devoting all his attention to watching the way Bucky's muscles move beneath his skin, all dangerous fluidity that Steve knows will never stop being a turn-on.

It sets in that it's his PHONE making that sound with barely enough time for Steve to scramble and grab it before it goes to voicemail. His voice is a little rough from sucking Bucky off moments before and he does sound absolutely breathless. He launches into apologies as soon as he huts the green icon to answer.]

Nat! Hi! I'm sorry - I'm so sorry, I should have called earlier, uh - some things came up, we're not going to make it. I'm so sorry.

['Things came up' indeed. For all his apologizing, truly sincere apologizing, he's quick to take Bucky's hand while he's still on the phone. To thread their fingers together, to back up until the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed where he sits, legs spread invitingly.]