oh god guys. 

*1,898 words*

(Steve's POV)

*They are waking up after the incident with Bucky's dad.*

"God-dammit! URGG" I hear Bucky groan, sitting up. I quickly sit up as well and scoot over so I am touching him.

"What's wrong, Buck?" I ask, even though I know it's probably the arm.

"Rogers," He smirks. "I thought you were supposed to be smart or something." He ruffles a hand through my hair, I would care, but he smells like butterscotch and I don't want to move away.

"It's the arm. I know. We gotta get you to a hospit-"

Bucky raises his arm up and shouts, "NO!" He breathes in sharply, looking as if he regrets the previous movement. "I can't go to the hospital, Stevie. They'll just send me back to my parents. Plus, I'm fine. I had to resist kissing you for 3 years. I can deal with pain. Always have, always will, ya little punk." He ruffles my hair again, his fingers running through each strand like they belong there. I give him a peck on the cheek and hop off the couch.

"I'm makin breakfast, and then we need to get you some Laudanum. I've got plenty, because-"

"Your body likes to play tricks on ya." He interrupts.

"Yes, Buck. My spine pops out of place as a trick. Also when I was little my joints thought it would be real funny to not work right and pop out all the time as well." I joke back. "But seriously Buck, do you want pancakes or waffles?"

"Pancakes. Easy." He replies, almost instantly.

"This is why we're friends."

Bucky gets up off the couch and walks over to me. He places his one good arm around my waist and pulls me in for a kiss. I kiss back and turn around, grabbing the flour. It's convenient that all of my mother's stuff is still here.

Yet it also makes me feel really upset. As much as it is tempting to dwell on the past, there is no gain. I need to stay in the present and focus on my future.

Right now, both involve him.

I turn back around and smash my lips against Bucky's, without warning.

I can feel his eyes stretch open with surprise. I reach into the flour and grab a handful. Still in the kiss, I reach my hand up to his head and dump the flour on it. I ruffle it through his gorgeous locks and pull away, smiling.

"Oh you are dead!" He laughs and grabs a handful of flour, throwing it on my hair.

"Hey! I'm making you breakfast! You better behave mister!" I give him a little smack on the back, making sure not to hit his arm.

"Steven Grant Rogers!" He 'shrieks'. "Fine. If you want me to bEhaVe that bad." A grin stretches across his face as he moves to sit on the counter.

I grab another handful and keep it in my hand. I walk over and place that hand on his leg. I inch my hand further up his thigh and maintain eye contact. "Thank you." I walk back to the kitchen island and grab a bowl. Bucky just sits there in shock with a white handprint on his inner thigh.

I have never felt this in-control.

I should make pancakes more often.

"I see your little gears turning in there, Rogers," He starts, "Don't you dare start thinking you're a top."

"What's a top, Buck?" I reply, utterly confused.

Speaking of udders, I grab some milk out of the fridge.

I place it on the counter and look up at Bucky. He just sits there and stares at me. Oh god, what have I started?

"Stevie, Stevie, Stevie. You have no idea how much I wanna come over there and b-"

"Bring me the eggs?" I tilt my head, "James, not the time. It is time for pancakes." He gets up to get the eggs. I walk over and give him a nick on the neck. I keep my hand on his cheek just to mess with him. "Also, I'm colorblind, not deaf. Well, I have 90% loss in 1 ear. But that's not important."

He wraps his arms around me and hums, "What is important then, Stevie?"

"Pancakes."

He lets out a sigh, "Fine. I'll crack the eggs."

"Egg-celent." I chuckle

"YOU DID NOT," he says, aggressively cracking the egg.

"I did." I place a bowl on the counter and add in the flour, baking powder, salt, and sugar. "I don't regret it either, jerk."

"Punk." He says, cracking open another egg.

Once he is done, he walks over and adds the eggs into the mixture as I begin to stir.

"Look at us," He says, "like an old married couple. Where's the oil?"

I smile. "In the cabinet above the stove. Also, if I am not making pancakes with you as an old man, I will be in the grave with you. Till the end of the line, pal."

"End of the line." He smiles back. "Milk." And gestures to my left.

I stare into his eyes, losing all knowledge of reality. The small, black pupil fades into light, electric blue. A dark blue surrounds them, like an ocean of unexplored treasures.

I think of him and me on a boat together, sailing the ocean. He looks up at me and the sun beats down on his perfectly brown hair. I think of Bucky pointing out to the water-

"Milk?" I hear.

"No, Buck the ocean is not made of milk." I reply, staring into his eyes.

I glance over to see a kitchen. Oh crap. Daydream.

"Steve? I need the milk."

"S-Sorry." I reach out and grab the carton, still a little wobbly.

"It's all good, Stevie. Happens all the time." He pours the milk in and starts to stir.

I reach over, turn on the stove, and grab a pan.

We take turns dumping batter onto the pan and flipping the pancakes until there was little batter left.

I reach my hand in the bowl and scoop some onto my finger. Reaching up to Buck's nose, I start to giggle, knowing how he might react.

I spread some batter onto his nose while maintaining eye-contact.

After a couple seconds of amazing eye-lockage, I lean closer and lick it off.

I turn around and grab the plate of pancakes. "Breakfast is ready!"

Bucky just stands there.

As I arrive at the table, I see candles lit and my mother's fancy tablecloth she used to use on her dates with dad.

I look up to see him.

Him.

He did all this.

With one usable arm.

For me.

For the pancakes.

"Buck, this is amazing. It's been such a hard couple of days for you, yet you still find a way to be kind. That's beautiful." I walk over to him and place a kiss on his lips, wrapping my arms around him. (Being cautious). I stay there for a little, taking in his scent and warmth.

"Dude, Steve. I like this so much but I really want pancakes."

"Oh so NOW you want pancakes?!" I step out of the hug and he kisses the top of my hair.

I turn red as the strawberries on the table.

We sit down and dig in.

*food eating described in three seconds, GO: Steve bites a pancake, so does Bucky......they eat the pancakes, they eat the fruit, they have a fun time monchin on dem foodie bois. They drank some MULK and then they eat them F R U I T (again). Bucky really likes the blueberries.*

"Okay, Buck. Let's get you some medicine." I say, standing up and walking to the cabinet. "Do you want liquid or tablets?"

"I don't know, which ones will give me more of a rush?"

"Buck! These are for pain!"

"Oh come on!" He gestured, "Don't tell me you haven't used them for a little high every once in a while."

"Buck, no. I haven't."

"Then how come every so often you act like a crazy high shit?"

"That's probably because I had to take a high dosage. Due to my.........challenged body." I look down to the ground, biting my lip.

Buck practically jumps out of his chair, sending it scooting across the wooden floor. He walks over to where I am standing and wraps his right arm around me, leaving the left in its sling, next to my shoulder. Leaning over, he places his mouth next to my ear.

"Your body is perfect." He whispers in my ear, sending a cool shiver down my fucked up spine. "You may have health problems, but you are the most beautiful person to ever walk this earth." His arm runs up and down my back, tugging at the waistline of my trousers. It causes me to jump up a little, earning a chuckle from Bucky.

"Buck!" I wine, backing away from him and grabbing the dishes. "Go grab some tablets and let them dissolve. You may feel a slight rush, but it shouldn't be too bad."

He reaches over the counter and grabs the box. He rips out the tablet sheet and pops two through the foil and into his hands. His eyes glance down at the white powdered circles he holds until he lets out a shrug and pops them in his mouth.

"Huh." He laughs, causing lines to form around his eyes. His mouth curves upwards and dimples start to form. Whenever he smiles, his face fills with these little lines of happiness. I could trace those for hours.

Haha...till the end of the line.

Ha.

"Isn't it weird? Almost like a soda pop. Very sugary." I suggest, scrubbing the plate in my hand.

"Yeah, it's almost like watermelon. Huh." He replies, shrugging and then walking towards the table. He grabs the rest of the plates and brings them to me.

He walks back and takes a sip of his water.

"What do you wanna do? Wait what time is it?" He asks.

"I don't know. It's almost noon." I respond, scrubbing the syrup off a plate. He walks over to me and rests his arm on my wasit, pulling me into a delicate kiss. The lingering taste of blueberries draws me in to his lips, I become lost in them.

The kiss becomes more frantic...............

(and this is where I realize that I, a 15 year-old, cannot right smut even though I spend WAY too much time reading it. I'll give you a quick run-down but sis, I can't do it. I either laugh my head of while my cat stares at me or I feel so weird that I shut my computer and listen to Harry Styles.) 

(Stream Fine Line please it's so good.)

[okay here we go. The boys kiss a lot and then Steve wants to pLeAsurE Bucky. When Steve trails down to the DanGer ZonE he gets a little frantic. He doesn't know what to do and Bucky realizes. Buck 'demonstrates' on him and Steve shows some excitement. Steve then allows Bucky to come inside his humble abode and Bucky eventually enjoys his stay at/in Americas Ass™. They sit down on the couch and talk a little bit and then the day is sorta done. They are exhausted from all the mOmEntS they shared so they lay down on Steve's old bed.]

[also Bucky was 'loki' high during all this AND he had one usable arm so just imagine.........oof]

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Also due to the request of my friend Zoe, who I love with my whole heart and soul: I will be calling my readers my 'Shampoo Bottles". I love all my shampoo bottles and to Zoe: I will miss the shit outta you when you move to New York. {there is a reason of why ze is mentioned in here: ze has helped me write my Two Sides of the Same Coin fanfiction, which is actually about our English teachers. Ze also helped me with the pancake recipe in this chapter. I really appreciate zir patience with me. I read my fanfic to zir all the time. Love you bunches, bitch,} 

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