“I was bored today so I did a little reading.” Bucky’s grin was just this side of wicked. “How come you never told me you were weak for the way my words roll when I talk Brooklyn to ya?” Dark blue eyes narrowed in his direction and Bucky cleared his throat before crooning, “C’mere Stevie, lemme stitch ya up. Why ya gotta fight like this baby doll? What’s’a matta wi’ya?”
“What the fuck was that?” Steve said flatly, thoroughly unimpressed. “What was that voice? Why are you talking like that?”
“That’s my fan fiction voice.” Bucky frowned at him. “You don’t like it? It’s how I talk in all the stories.”
“You talk to me like that again and I’ll break your nose.” Steve threatened and ducked back under the water.
“Break my nose?” Bucky started laughing. “Is it because you’re all angsty and worked up from the fight? Still got some of that–” he checked the page. “–battle lust roaring through you and need to work it out? Gonna bloody my nose and then–” another check. “–make me gasp over how big your dick is? For someone so small you sure fuck like a–argh!”
He yelped when a big hand reached out and yanked him through the curtain and into the shower, the tablet slipping from his fingers and smacking onto the tile floor, blacking out as the water poured over it.
“Damn it! My tablet!” he cried, and pointed an accusing finger at Steve. “You did that on purpose!”
“Take your clothes off so I can fuck you.” Steve ripped the shirt right down the middle and shoved the pieces onto the floor. “Come on.”
“It’s my Brooklyn voice isn’t it!” Bucky crowed, trying and nearly failing to wiggle out of the wet denim. “Gets you all hard and horny?”
“Not even a little bit.” Steve deadpanned, spinning Bucky so he was facing the wall. “But fucking you is a sure fire way to get you to shut up and stop talking about fan fiction.”
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