28&26 ameriwinterhawk for the ask thing? -40 winking emojis in a row-
“We’re not doing anything fun tonight,” Bucky says as Steve enters their room.
The bass downstairs is so loud that he can feel it in his teeth, but it doesn’t quite mute the sound of retching from the bathroom. Bucky grabs for the closest sweater he can find and pulls it on, scowls down at the Gryffindor logo. Steve gives him an inquisitive look and Bucky sighs, flops onto the bed.
“This idiot was trying to stop a fight after he drank half a bottle of whisky,” he explains. “They beat the shit out of him. ‘m keeping an eye on him until I’m sure he ain’t dying.”
“Reminded you of me?”
“Nah,” Bucky answers. “He could actually throw a punch. Dumb like you, though.”
“Thanks,” Steve says with a wry smile. “Why the sweater? Trying to heal him with your abs?”
“He threw up on my shirt,” Bucky says, unimpressed. “My favourite shirt. If he wasn’t already half-dead, I’d kill him myself. How was work?”
“Terrible,” Steve replies. “Class was good, though.”
“See the hot model guy again?”
Bucky smirks when the blush appears. Steve’s crush on the guy who models for their drawing class is the source of ninety percent of Bucky’s amusement, these days. (Sure, Bucky chose to go into Literature, but it doesn’t make it exciting.) Bucky hasn’t seen Steve this gone on anyone since Natasha, and while Natasha hadn’t been interested in dating them, from the sounds of it Hot Model Guy might be.
Or Bucky’s hoping, anyway. “Did you ask him?”
“He said he’d be at the party downstairs,” Steve says. “You should probably look after your guest first, though.”
“Ah, he can drown in the toilet for all I care,” Bucky answers flippantly. “He ruined my shirt. What was Hot Model Guy’s name again?”
“It’s-” the bathroom door creaks and Steve’s eyes flick past Bucky’s shoulder, go wide with surprise. “Clint?”
“Hey, Steve. Your boyfriend’s cute. In other news, I might have a concussion,” the idiot says weakly, and Bucky looks at his bruised face, looks back at Steve. Sighs.
Of course.
