2 Works by scorpiohs in Captain America (Movies)
Ever since the rationing went into effect, Steve has taken half of his daily coffee grains and stored them away. Sure, that means he drinks his cup even more watered down than he has to, but by the time it’s Bucky’s birthday in a week, he’ll be able to give his best guy something he actually wants (he usually can’t afford whatever that is.)
None the wiser, Bucky pouts, and Steve tries to ignore the flutter in his chest, going back to his sketch.
“Whatcha drawing?” Bucky leans back against the pillows, hands behind his head.
Bucky always asks the same question, and Steve’s answer never changes. Bucky never asks to see the art, thank God, and never finds out that he’s almost always lying.
It’s not like Bucky would mind, necessarily. The drawings usually aren’t compromising, he wouldn’t come to the right conclusion… probably.
Steve had always suspected that Bucky’s mattress was comfier than his. They both had queen-sized beds, the same model, bought at the same time, but Bucky had been a little too quick to pick his when he won the coin toss the first day they were roommates. He liked to tease Bucky about it, trying to make him do more chores because “You have the better bed!” Bucky would comply, sometimes, which only worked to confirm Steve’s suspicions.
But now, as Bucky gently pressed him into said mattress, tongue slipped inside his mouth, Steve knew for sure he had been right.