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[yourbestguysgun]

[ He's holding up a sugar dispenser, that's all the video feed consists of, Bucky's hand as he turns it around, watching the yellow grains turn over and over. ] Sand. [ Captain obvious, but he seems to figure there's something off about it. ] That's the third thing today that's had sand in it an' it's early hours yet.

[ And it is, he's in the diner pretty early, probably pleased that he doesn't take anything in his coffee. Hopefully it didn't have sand in it, but it looks so far, so good. Bucky needs that.

Because this is at least distracting, so what the hell. ] Anyone got any ideas?

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[punchedhitler]

I can't trust the army to do it.

[yourbestguysgun]

M'so glad I have you, Steve.

[ Rolling his eyes, but he's still snickering, prods him on the shoulder again. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Steve grins at that]

You could have a lesson on how you show it, though.

[yourbestguysgun]

Is that so? And how should I show it?

[punchedhitler]

[Steve flips them quick so Bucky's on his back on the couch and Steve is above, straddling him]

Well, a little more respect for your commanding officer would be nice.

[Even though Bucky still sees the skinny boy from Brooklyn, and Steve doesn't ever want that to change]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Woah.

It takes Bucky a beat to long to answer, because he wasn't expecting that, and truth be told, it's does more for him than he ewver lets on. ]

Well, y'could try and court martial me, but I'd kick your ass.

[punchedhitler]

Nah, I don't like the idea of having to deal with all the paperwork.

[He leans down for a kiss, this one way more possessive than before]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ And he definitely likes that, if the breathless sound he makes is anything to go by. ]

Mmf. [ And okay, what were they talking about? ] You're a quick learner.

[punchedhitler]

[He's being really careful but even Steve can't always always control himself because Bucky isn't the only one breathing heavily]

Well that isn't something you can thank Howard for.

[yourbestguysgun]

I would'a written him a thank you letter.

[ Hand on the back of Steve's neck, and just dragging him back down for another kiss. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Steve's kiss is a little breathless, now]

When it comes to this, you're the only one I get to practice with, all right?

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah, I'd hate to have to punch you again.

[ Bucky hums a little, eyes sliding over Steve's face for a moment. Teasing. ] It'd ruin the mood.

[punchedhitler]

No punching.

[He takes a deep breath]

I'm gonna have to stop soon.

[Or he'll get off on top of Bucky.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Okay.

[ And he doesn't seem phased, just grins. He might have to fake a reason for another shower though. ] I guess m'too hot for you to handle.

[punchedhitler]

[See this is why Steve runs]

Is that a challenge?

[See that stubborn set to his chin? You know what that means, Bucky]

[yourbestguysgun]

What y'gonna do? Jus' not get off? [ Him, Steve, he meant him. But Sergeant Innuendo is an asshole. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Stubborn Steve is Stubborn]

I'm getting off but it's because I don't want the first time I do this to be because you said you were too hot for me to handle.

[Also stubborn, did we mention that?]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He pushes up on his elbows to kiss him, but it's chaste, almost innocent for a second. ]

Okay, let up. I'm behavin'.

[punchedhitler]

[Up he goes]

I'll be right back.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Sloppy salute in reply. And breathe. ]