Conversations And Confessions
Bucky told him everything, left no detail out. From his mother's death, all the way to now. He tried his hardest to keep his voice even, but by the end of his recount, both of them were crying. After hearing it all, Steve realised that this was still his Bucky. His beautiful, kind, talented, happy-go-lucky Bucky and his magic couldn't change that this was the boy he'd grown up with. The boy he loved. Steve froze, realising what he just thought. Love? Steve wasn't- He didn't like boys like that, he never had before. He knew people like that, but he just wasn't one of them... right? Steve inwardly shook himself and pulled away from the hug Bucky had pulled his 'punk ass' into, and smiled.`
"I'm so sorry, Buck... I can't imagine how hard it was to grow up like that. But hey, now I know so you're not alone. Can... Can you show me some? Magic, I mean?" He asked nervously, blushing slightly. Bucky laughed and nodded, leaning back against the tree they had sat under. He thought silently before cupping his hands to his mouth and letting out a scarily realistic howl. Steve looked at him strangely and Bucky smiled
"Wait a sec," He watched the road and Steve looked at him. He could draw him like this, he thought, pink-nosed, breath visible in the icy air, smile on his face. The picture of innocence, of beaut- Steve shook his head again. Goddammit, stop! he told himself. There was an answering, though muffled, howl and Aitamah came bounding up to them with that old book Bucky had been using earlier in her mouth. Bucky knelt down, taking it out of her mouth and wiping it off, "Thanks Aita," he pat Aitamah on the head. The walked back up the hill to Steve and sat down next to him, opening the book and smiling.
"What is that? I saw you using it earlier," Steve asked, tilting his head to try to read what was on the page. It was all in a language he didn't recognise and he squinted at it. Bucky laughed and shook his head
"It's my mother's grimoire. Spellbook," He added at the blond's confused expression, "She gave it to me for safekeeping. Never thought I'd use it, but here we are," Bucky laughed almost tearfully and sighed, "Ahem, anyway. Loads of really good stuff in here. Aitamah, as I told you, has been teaching me how to control it. Remember when you walked into my room and there was water all over my floor?" Steve laughed and nodded
"Yeah, you said it was rain. It hadn't rained in a week," Steve cackled, and Bucky shrugged
"I know, you've always been the silver-tongue between us. Anyway, it was melted snow. I couldn't stop it before it hit the floor and- well, you know the rest. Anyway, much better at that now. Watch," he smirked and nodded to Aitamah, probably responding to something she said.
Bucky closed his eyes, cupping his hands as he had before. Steve watched in wonder as a ball of what looked like ice formed in his hands, and Bucky's eyes opened. He flicked his eyebrows up and smirked again, "That's not all. Lookit," He threw the ball upwards and it exploded, bringing gentle snowfall to their immediate area. Steve gasped and looked up, smiling like a little kid. Bucky chuckled and Steve gasped again
"Oh! Bucky, can you make it snow over the village? The Midwinter fair is coming soon, anyway. No one will think anything of it! Please please pleeeeaase?" He begged, tugging on Bucky's jacket sleeve. Bucky chuckled again and nodded, closing his eyes and putting his palms up facing the sky. Steve definitely did not look at the sliver of toned stomach that exposed itself as his shirt rode up. A few moments later, it was snowing. Steve watched with childlike wonder and Bucky smiled as he hugged him tightly
"Oh! Buck, I love y- it, it, I love it," Steve coughed and pulled away, rubbing his arm. Bucky stared at Steve wide-eyed then looked at Aitamah. A smile spread across his face that quickly turned to a smirk, and he looked back at Steve,
"Did... Did I hear an 'I love you' Stevie? Well damn, I never knew ya thought of me like that," The taller teased, and Steve pouted, hitting him in the ribs. Bucky keeled over comically, grasping where Steve had hit him, "Ah!" He gasped, "Pain! Why, Steve, Why?!" He reached out to the sky, then fell back into the snow accumulating at their feet. Steve was laughing uncontrollably, and Bucky hopped up, bowing
"You dork," Steve snorted, shaking his head
"Only for you, sweetheart" Bucky smirked, leaning in close to Steve. Steve could feel his warm breath fanning over his face, and his cherry-red, plump, kissable lips were so close that if he moved fractionally they'd be kissing. Oh Gods
Bucky backed him up against the tree, placing his rough, work-calloused hands either side of his head. Steve gulped, "Th-This isn't f-funny Buck.." He whispered, afraid to move for fear that he was dreaming
"Who said I was joking?" Bucky whispered back. Steve could see him in the twilight now, his pupils were dilated. The stormy blue Steve loved had almost been swallowed whole. Steve let out a gasp before Bucky's mouth was on his. Gentle and loving, they kissed as the snow fell around them. Steve was still for a moment, and Bucky was about to pull away when he quickly kissed back passionately. They kissed for a while, not caring that they could be seen, or that they had only minutes until sunrise and Sarah would kill them both for disappearing. They parted after a while, their breath joining in a light fog between as it snowed gently around them. They looked into each other's eyes lovingly, and Steve realised he wasn't cold at all. Bucky must've noticed as he laughed and put their foreheads together
"Heating spell. I used it when you left the house, I didn't want you to get cold."
"Really? Buck.." He cooed, smiling madly. He closed his eyes and just leant into Bucky's embrace, breathing in the smell of pine, wood spice and mint. It smelled like home. His Bucky
"I love you too, Stevie. I really do. You mean so much to me. I don't know what I'd do without you"
"Probably crash and burn," Steve snorted and Bucky rolled his eyes, punching him lightly.
"I'm tryin' to be heartfelt for once, punk."
"And I'm being serious, jerk," Steve laughed, burying his face in Bucky's neck and breathing deeply. The two sat under the tree, hands intertwined and Steve's head on Bucky's shoulder. A picture of friendship and love and in that moment, nothing in the world could break them apart.