When you're dancing by yourself, I completely fall to pieces
It was barely dawn when Bucky awoke, as per usual; his circadian rhythm had been set long ago. Sometime in the night, he and Nick had drifted apart, but remained in the same bed.
Bucky wasn’t in the habit of waking up beside people. It had been twenty years since he’d let someone sleep in his bed with him, yet here, Nick had done it twice in such a short amount of time. Bucky doubted the man grasped the significance. He himself wasn’t sure he quite grasped it. This whole thing was nothing but confusing to him. But he knew he enjoyed the previous night and what they’d shared.
Scooting across the distance between them, he pressed against the man’s back, wrapping his warm human arm around the man while trying his best to keep his cool metal arm from touching him. He didn’t want to wake the man just yet, but it felt good to hold him. He already suspected this man would be his ruin, if things kept going the way they were. He only wished he could figure out whether he was afraid of it, would avoid it at all costs...or if he welcomed it. If he was so goddamn lonely he would take comfort where he could find it even if it led to his downfall.
And he wondered about Nick...if he felt the same thing. Bucky knew the other man had spent most of his life running, just like him. I want you cause you’re like me. That’s what Nick had said. I want you cause you’re like me... But he still wasn't sure if he trusted him, Bucky suspected Nick was feeling a lot of the same things he was right now. He didn’t want to wake the man, but when Nick did awaken, they would need to talk.