( said weakness manifests when, later on when he does find bucky again (he has to take his helmet off because, duh, of course he shrank and rode a flying ant to get here), the first thing he does is cup his face and give him a kiss. )
Okay. ( this time he says it out loud, hands still warm on his cheeks. ) Okay, okay--your mouth is. I have to say this now. It's so nice.
[Bucky is easy to spook. A quick appearance, a noise he's not expecting; everything puts him on edge. The therapist calls it "hypervigilance" and says it's not an uncommon reaction to severe trauma. A symptom of PTSD, even. But he's working on it. You know, on not punching people when they show up out of nowhere.
He counts it a win that he manages not only to not pop Scott in the mouth when he appears, but to actually return and enjoy the kiss. Progress, right?]
Yeah? Here's a tip, Scott. It's nicer when you don't stop.
[He laughs and puts his flesh hand in Scott's hair, pulling him closer and kissing him again.]
scott likes the taste of many things off bucky's lips, but nothing is better than the eloquent simplicity of a laugh. it's enough that scott is smiling too--laughing too--and admittedly, that's not the best behaviour for someone who's trying very actively to put his tongue in another man's mouth. )
Wait--wait, ( he pulls away just to get rid of his last little chortles, and ) oh, god, I stopped again. Wow. I didn't even...
( he changes the subject as poorly as anyone expects him to, thumbs stroking bucky's jaw as he looks at him very seriously. )
You need to shave.
( but given that he presses their lips together once more, it's obvious that doesn't matter much, if at all. especially now that scott can suck on his lip. )
[He's laughing all over again at being told he needs to shave, but he doesn't have much time for that with Scott diving back in and sucking on his lip. Christ, they'll never make it to the bed at this rate.
But he does break again, gently pushing Scott back a little.]
( and the whole thing is honest, scott's eyes wide in bewilderment because apparently nothing is quite as distracting as the man in the room with him. he grins a bit, finally releasing bucky's face (with only the slightest twinge of regret). he picks his helmet up from the floor, sets it down on a counter, and then works on pulling the top half of his suit off.
he's wearing a tank top under, obviously. scott never goes suit-commando because hank would cut his dick off. )
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( no he doesn't. scott is so fucking weak. )
Damn it. Okay.
( said weakness manifests when, later on when he does find bucky again (he has to take his helmet off because, duh, of course he shrank and rode a flying ant to get here), the first thing he does is cup his face and give him a kiss. )
Okay. ( this time he says it out loud, hands still warm on his cheeks. ) Okay, okay--your mouth is. I have to say this now. It's so nice.
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He counts it a win that he manages not only to not pop Scott in the mouth when he appears, but to actually return and enjoy the kiss. Progress, right?]
Yeah? Here's a tip, Scott. It's nicer when you don't stop.
[He laughs and puts his flesh hand in Scott's hair, pulling him closer and kissing him again.]
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scott likes the taste of many things off bucky's lips, but nothing is better than the eloquent simplicity of a laugh. it's enough that scott is smiling too--laughing too--and admittedly, that's not the best behaviour for someone who's trying very actively to put his tongue in another man's mouth. )
Wait--wait, ( he pulls away just to get rid of his last little chortles, and ) oh, god, I stopped again. Wow. I didn't even...
( he changes the subject as poorly as anyone expects him to, thumbs stroking bucky's jaw as he looks at him very seriously. )
You need to shave.
( but given that he presses their lips together once more, it's obvious that doesn't matter much, if at all. especially now that scott can suck on his lip. )
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But he does break again, gently pushing Scott back a little.]
Thought you needed Gatorade, Scotty.
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( and the whole thing is honest, scott's eyes wide in bewilderment because apparently nothing is quite as distracting as the man in the room with him. he grins a bit, finally releasing bucky's face (with only the slightest twinge of regret). he picks his helmet up from the floor, sets it down on a counter, and then works on pulling the top half of his suit off.
he's wearing a tank top under, obviously. scott never goes suit-commando because hank would cut his dick off. )
The blue one! You said you had blue, right?