Just Friends (fic)
Written to fill the snuggly!Bucky prompt here.
Okay, this probably pushed the boundaries of what was acceptable between “just friends.” And Daken would probably shit himself if he walked in and saw this. But Bucky didn’t care. He was so happy right then, snuggled up with his best friend. After having gone decades without the man in his life-first thinking the man was dead and then trying his best not to let Steve know he wasn’t dead-he wanted all the Steve time he could get.
His head rested in Steve’s lap and his arms were wrapped around the man’s waist with the casual intimacy they’d always had with each other. The movie was shit (and not even in the way Bucky liked), but Bucky didn’t care about that, either. He grabbed a handful of popcorn that sat on the couch beside his head and stuffed it in Steve’s mouth, laughing as he did it. A startled sound escaped the other man (along with popcorn crumbs that fell on Bucky’s head), but he ate the popcorn, laughing as he grabbed a handful of his own and stuffed it in Bucky’s mouth in retribution. Bucky sat up to swallow the popcorn, then rested his head against Steve’s shoulder, instead.
It was right then that Bucky’s lover came home. Bucky smiled up at him, but made no efforts to separate himself from Steve even as Daken glowered at them. “Hey, sweetheart. We’re watching a movie. Wanna join?”
Daken’s gaze turned from the two men cuddling on the couch to the TV, where a classroom full of teenagers had just begun singing about reproduction. His eyes narrowed with confusion as he mouthed the word, “What?”
Bucky failed at trying to repress a smile. “I’m educatin’ Steve about the ‘60s.” Of course, “miseducating” would be a more appropriate term, but Bucky was a troll by nature and couldn’t resist misleading his friend.
“Uh huh. I think I’ll sit this one out,” Daken said, not attempting to mask his disdain. He crossed his arms, starting to head into the other room.
“Oh, no, you don’t!” Bucky stood and hurried after him, picking him up as Steve very pointedly kept watching the film. If either of the other two men had been paying attention, they would have seen the pink creeping into his cheeks.
“What are you doing? You bastard, put me down.” Daken struggled against Bucky, but it was without much conviction; Bucky had no doubt whatsoever his lover could get free if he wanted to.
“Will do,” Bucky said, but it wasn’t until Bucky sat down that he put Daken down. In his lap.
“I don’t want to watch this movie.”
“That’s too damn bad.” He reached across Steve to grab the bowl of popcorn, holding it to Daken. “Popcorn?”
Daken simply glared at the bowl. Bucky shrugged and put it back down. As the truly terrible film progressed, however, Daken’s hands came to rest on Bucky’s, and, with a smile, Bucky gave them a squeeze. He rested his head on Steve’s shoulder again, the man subtly acknowledging him with a nuzzle before pulling back.
The movie was terrible and the popcorn was stale, but Bucky didn’t care. Sandwiched between his two favorite people, he could not have been happier.
Okay, this probably pushed the boundaries of what was acceptable between “just friends.” And Daken would probably shit himself if he walked in and saw this. But Bucky didn’t care. He was so happy right then, snuggled up with his best friend. After having gone decades without the man in his life-first thinking the man was dead and then trying his best not to let Steve know he wasn’t dead-he wanted all the Steve time he could get.
His head rested in Steve’s lap and his arms were wrapped around the man’s waist with the casual intimacy they’d always had with each other. The movie was shit (and not even in the way Bucky liked), but Bucky didn’t care about that, either. He grabbed a handful of popcorn that sat on the couch beside his head and stuffed it in Steve’s mouth, laughing as he did it. A startled sound escaped the other man (along with popcorn crumbs that fell on Bucky’s head), but he ate the popcorn, laughing as he grabbed a handful of his own and stuffed it in Bucky’s mouth in retribution. Bucky sat up to swallow the popcorn, then rested his head against Steve’s shoulder, instead.
It was right then that Bucky’s lover came home. Bucky smiled up at him, but made no efforts to separate himself from Steve even as Daken glowered at them. “Hey, sweetheart. We’re watching a movie. Wanna join?”
Daken’s gaze turned from the two men cuddling on the couch to the TV, where a classroom full of teenagers had just begun singing about reproduction. His eyes narrowed with confusion as he mouthed the word, “What?”
Bucky failed at trying to repress a smile. “I’m educatin’ Steve about the ‘60s.” Of course, “miseducating” would be a more appropriate term, but Bucky was a troll by nature and couldn’t resist misleading his friend.
“Uh huh. I think I’ll sit this one out,” Daken said, not attempting to mask his disdain. He crossed his arms, starting to head into the other room.
“Oh, no, you don’t!” Bucky stood and hurried after him, picking him up as Steve very pointedly kept watching the film. If either of the other two men had been paying attention, they would have seen the pink creeping into his cheeks.
“What are you doing? You bastard, put me down.” Daken struggled against Bucky, but it was without much conviction; Bucky had no doubt whatsoever his lover could get free if he wanted to.
“Will do,” Bucky said, but it wasn’t until Bucky sat down that he put Daken down. In his lap.
“I don’t want to watch this movie.”
“That’s too damn bad.” He reached across Steve to grab the bowl of popcorn, holding it to Daken. “Popcorn?”
Daken simply glared at the bowl. Bucky shrugged and put it back down. As the truly terrible film progressed, however, Daken’s hands came to rest on Bucky’s, and, with a smile, Bucky gave them a squeeze. He rested his head on Steve’s shoulder again, the man subtly acknowledging him with a nuzzle before pulling back.
The movie was terrible and the popcorn was stale, but Bucky didn’t care. Sandwiched between his two favorite people, he could not have been happier.