1940
Here they are, naked, breathless and
flushed. They just had some intense physical connections. This happened often enough, the sex; It was more of a friends with benefits thing. Deep down inside, it's just two soldiers letting off some steam.
Steve's particularly small hands roamed lightly on top of Bucky's chest. He traced little designs with his slender fingers. The brunette hummed in delight.
Sure they were intimate, but they weren't a couple. Both of them were forced by society to identify as straight, living in the 1940s wasn't so easy.
They kissed, hugged, cuddled, had sex, all the usual things that couples do. But they just kept the friendship platonic. Because they both liked girls.
It never got weird. Even though your mind tells you 'I'm having sex with my best friend.' Usually makes you have a pang of discomfort or regret, but they just looked through that. They both agreed that it would be a simple way of letting off their sexual frustration. In the army, you don't meet women.
"Bucky?" The smaller male asked, peering an eye towards his face. "Mh?" Bucky lifted a brow, and kept his eyes closed, keeping his arm tightly around Steve.
"I love you."
It slipped, too caught up in the moment. The blonde instantly felt nervous, his pulse accelerating, his grip on Bucky's arm weakened. Steve searched for his facial expression; it was neutral.
"I love you too Stevie." He replied wrapping his other arm around the scrawny frame; hoisting him on top of him.
Steve rested his chin between Bucky's pecs and starred at his chiselled features.
Bucky was handsome. Dark-haired, blue-eyed, sculpted jaw. He was also a tease; toying with girl's emotions here and there, swooning both men and women.
How could've Steve gotten this lucky?
Bucky opened his eyes slightly and saw that his partner was examining him. Steve had his blonde locks all tangled up, from the pulling. James grinned and carded a hand through the smallest's hair. "It's rude to stare." Bucky croaked, voice hoarse from the moaning. Steve chuckled and placed a chaste kiss to his plump lips. "Mmm, night." He chimed and fell asleep on his chest.
1936
It had been six years since they met; six years since Bucky had noticed Steve's skinny body, trying to fight off bullies twice his size.
They had been inseparable ever since. Steve liked to hang around Bucky, it made him feel safe.
At the time, they shared an apartment. Being two 19-year-olds ready to work, they weren't always home. Steve searched for work; in the art domain. But during this time period, it was hard to find jobs like so, that was in Brooklyn.
Steve was waiting patiently, at home. Waiting for Bucky to arrive, he had big news. Somehow out of nowhere, he had been offered to draw illustrations for books; books that would be used in colleges and universities. No one in the corner of Brooklyn where Steve grew up, could afford prestigious schools like that.
As if on cue, Bucky stumbled through the door. He reeked of alcohol, he's been drinking again. The brunette tripped and fell on the floor. Groaning, he slowly got up. Steve helped him, gently, trying to support his weight. "Mmph, thanks S-tevie." He hiccuped. The blonde led him to the couch to take a seat and closed the door.
