Who Am I? » [Stucky]

31. Starbucks

A few days later the boys were lounging in a Starbucks in downtown New York, the table scattered with empty clear plastic cups and half full ones they were still working on.

Steve's legs were neatly tucked away beneath his wooden chair, bent cramply towards him and Bucky's were spread out before him, his long limbs spreading away from him; monopolising the floor space and invading Steve's personal bubble; not that Steve minded or even noticed. What was subconscious for Steve, was priority in Bucky's mind. All Bucky could think about was how close their feet were away from brushing each other; so frustratingly near toe-to-toe and he couldn't remove the thought from his mind. He was tempted to slouch just that little bit further and gain some contact, to feel that sweet sensation of someone's touch but wondered if Steve might notice if they touched.

Bucky slurped at his drink through the straw blatantly, ignorant to how impolite and loud the noise was. He was reclined in the stiff wooden chair, his whole body sagged and tired. Steve was sat upright and was leaning forwards attentively, his arms folded on the table; struggling with the amount of muscle he had trapped between his arms and chest.

They were sat in the window seats, sunlight filtering in through the large clear window to their side; feeling the pleasant glow of the sunset as it stroke them. The New York skyline was alive with a pink hue the buildings looking like nothing but black shapes in contrast.

Steve's phone trilled mid conversation.

"Oh..." He dug around his spacey baggy pocket and slipped out his phone.

[1 new iMessage from Nick Fury]

"Who?" Bucky cooed, looking across at Steve with drowsy admiring eyes, agreeable with the temperate warmth which the last lights supplied - it was neither too hot nor to cold; but of course with Steve around, everything was always perfect.

"Nick," Steve snickered, clicking open the phone and reading the text.

[Motherfucker.

P.S - It was a nice gesture.]

"I can only assume he's got our little gift then?" Bucky murmured chewing his straw seductively in one corner of his mouth as he drawled out the dazed words; rather distracted by the view before him.

Steve looked like a statuesque Greek god in the dim twilight; his sharp cheekbones and chiselled jawline looking shadowed and angled as the highlighting light kissed his skin in all the right places, bathing it in soft silky light. His inquisitive turquoise eyes sparkled like the Aegean Sea on a hot summer's day, twinkling and shining with enthusiasm and life. His perfect pink lips with curved into a vacant contented smile as he gazed curiously at his friend.

"Yeah..." Steve grinned his pearly white grin and put his phone away again, laying his full attention on Bucky, making the other man's heart skip as those azure eyes settled watchfully upon him.

"What did he say?" Bucky couldn't help the foolish witless smile the crept onto his face as his heart rapped in his chest.

"Motherfucker. Ps, it was a nice gesture." He giggled adorably, able to picture Nick typing out the text as the gargantuan bottle of champagne turned up at his temporary door.

"Charming..." Bucky growled miserably, not so flattered or amused by the text.

"From Nick, that's the closest you'll get to a thank you. That's the upmost respect he can show," Steve reassured him.

"Sounds like a fun guy."

"He is, if he's not your boss. He's a good laugh when he's not busy with field work." Steve thought back to a couple occasions where he had actually stopped off for a drink with Director Fury as a thank you. They had both been brief encounters; he was pretty much chained to his profession, but he was a good laugh on his down time. "I'd love for you to meet him at some point... Really, Buck... I would."