7. “You made me a mixtape? I don’t know, that’s kinda gay baby.”
Peter blinks blearily, attempting to let his eyes adjust to the darkroom. He has been staring at his phone screen for long he had barely noticed the sun had set outside.
He falls back on to the pillows on his bed and is almost lulled into falling asleep for the rest of the night before remembering what he has finished.
“Buck.” He calls out, voice scratchy from lack of use. Peter rubs at his eyes and waits to hear the pattering of his boyfriend’s footsteps towards their bedroom
“Buck?” He asks out into the room, he had sworn he hadn’t heard Bucky leave. It’s not like Bucky would even think about not telling Peter if he had left, or even decided to go sit in another part of their home.
“Bucky!”
He is comforted to hear the quiet, but audible for him, the trail of footsteps towards their bedroom.
“Yeah, baby?” Bucky asks, leaning against the doorframe and smiling cheekily at his boyfriend, who was swallowed into their comforter and surrounded by the too many pillows they had on their bed.
“I made you something,” Peter mumbles quietly, looking expectantly at him.
“Oh really?” The older man replies, biting into his lip, the smile not leaving his face for a second.
Peter nods exaggeratedly in reply. “But, you have to come to bed right now if you want it.” Peter bargains, letting a small smirk play at his lips.
His boyfriend pretends to ponder the decision before slipping out of the room.
Peter rolls his eyes and turns onto his stomach, tugging a pillow towards his middle and shuts his eyes.
He swore he had only blinked, but when he opens his eyes again, disturbed by a weight sinking onto Bucky’s side of the bed, the hallway light is shut off, and Alpine is curled up at the bottom of the bed.
He hears a quiet rain trickling outside of the bedroom window, as he tries to listen in to what Bucky is doing. A large frame envelops his smaller one, and a pair of arms drag him into Bucky’s chest. Peter giggles, when a wet kiss is planted on the side of his neck.
“So what did you make me Bunny?” A low voice asks in his ear, Peter pushes down the butterflies that begin to flutter in his belly as he hears exhaustion laced into Bucky’s voice.
“A mixtape, they’re called playlists now, or whatever. But mixtapes make it sound like we’re in Say Anything.” Peter mumbles under his breath, he knows Bucky can hear him so he doesn’t raise his voice, not wanting to ruin their little bubble.
He feels his boyfriend smile into his shoulder, the stubble on his jaw scraping against his freckled skin, “You made me a mixtape? I don’t know. That’s kinda gay baby.” Bucky jokes.
Peter regrets exposing him to any shred of pop culture, or even the internet at that moment.
“I’m kidding, I love you in the gayest way. Let me get a listen.” He urges.
Peter opens his phone, quickly turning down the brightness as his eyes begin to sting for an abrupt moment. Before pulling up the app on his phone, he passes Bucky an earbud and putting in his own.
His boyfriend hums in accordance as the music begins to play. Peter turns and curls into Bucky’s arms, and falls asleep and further in love, all the while Bucky does the same.