Prompt: people think Bucky is possessive of Buck when really it's the other way around!
[anon the amount you are right. People think oh he's the one who has it together when, in fact, he's the feral fucker to the world's most comfortable house cat.]
The thing is, most people think Bucky's the jealous one. So jealous he gave Cleven his own name.
"Imagine being so whipped before even glancing dick you named him after you," is a famous but unproven quote.
"Imagine being so fucking basic you want to fuck Egan," is another.
The truth is, Bucky doesn't give a shit if Buck gets with someone else. Hell, Marge is the first one who even sees something below the surface.
"Don't bullshit me," she says very quietly one night when Buck and Bucky's date have both gone to the restroom at the same time. "I'm here for the view, not the first-hand experience."
"Really?" Bucky asks, grinning at the grin she gives him. "It's fantastic first-hand experience."
Marge shrugs. "He's a great pen-pal. Terrible at hand-to-hand."
"Huh," Bucky says, "I have a very different experience."
"What about Lindy?" Marge asks, and it's only as she asks that Bucky remembers his date's name. "How's her hand-to-hand?"
"Non-existent," Bucky replies. "For me, at least."
Twenty minutes later, behind the bar, Buck sucks off Bucky hard and fast, his fingers pressed mean and wonderful against Bucky's hips.
"Marge likes Lindy," Bucky says against Buck's ear. He jerks him off as slow as he can manage with Buck grunting and writhing against him. "You willing to give her some room?"
"You know who I want," Buck replies, and the press of his finger gets sharper. "You know," he hisses, and then comes in Bucky's hand.
Bucky wipes his hand on the brick wall behind him. "Oh, I know who you want," he says. "But I like to hear it just as much."
On his back, he squints into the sun until Buck’s figure eclipses it. Bucky wants to reach up and drag him down into the grass with him, roll, and tussle in the shade like he’s a kid again.
“Aren’t you tired of looking at the clouds yet?” Buck asks, and the smile is still there, clear as anything even as Bucky blinks up to see him.
“It’s a pretty damn good view from down here,” he answers.
Something I noticed when rewatching this scene is how the people around Buck are all watching Gale dance with meatball but Gale only looks at John. John is the only person Gale has eyes for and seems to care about watching him. When he winks at John its as if he does it to ease John’s nerves and for John to remember him this way: dancing with meatball and being happy and John looks at him as if he wants to commit every second of this to his memory.