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Hey lovely! If you're ever inspired to continue your cam boy!clint au I'd be the most stoked. That being said I'm the stoked for all your writing!
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Bucky kept his hand clenched in his pocket, head ducked low, hood pulled up. Keeping his breathing steady was an act of enormous will, and there was a distinct possibility that he was gonna punch Steve just as soon as he got home. Sure, he was making progress, and sure, the bodega on the corner wasn’t exactly ‘out in public’, but -
“Aaw futz, man, I am not signing your dildo in the grocery store.”
Bucky froze, cognitive dissonance - the context for hearing that voice was all wrong, and it took him a second to -
Shit.
He rounded the aisle, lurking at the end of it so he could catch a glimpse without being seen. Could catch a look at a guy whose many and varied orgasm faces he was intimately familiar with, but he’d never seen look so tired.
Turned out HungGuy69 favoured purple, when he was actually wearing clothes. How about that.
Bucky made to step back, resigned to having to move to an entirely different state now, resigned to having to get Steve to move with him, ‘cos it turned out his stupid internet porn-crush lived close enough to share a grocery store. He would swear the guy had a goddamn Iowa Hawkeyes pennant above his bed, he’d thought -
The guy HungGuy was talking to moved forward a little, kinda loomed. And it wasn’t like HungGuy didn’t look like he could take care of himself; again, intimately familiar with the guy’s musculature, his biceps, his abs. But he found himself stepping forward anyway, raising his head, squaring his shoulders.
“Hey!”
They both looked at him, HungGuy looking kinda hopeful, the asshole bugging him looking pissed and impatient and holding a flopping flesh-coloured dildo like it could do some damage. (Respect to the asshole’s ashole, though. It kinda looked like it could.)
“How about we put away the sexual harrassment lawsuit in waiting,” Bucky said, strolling closer, letting the asshole get a real good look at what Steve always called his ‘resting murder face’. “And maybe you could learn to take no for an answer, huh?”
The asshole looked like he was thinking about squaring up, then he clearly had second thoughts and deflated.
“You just lost yourself a viewer,” he said, poking HungGuy in the chest with his oversized rod, and stormed away. Bucky glared after him.
“Uh,” HungGuy said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Thanks, for that. I mean, I coulda handled it, but -”
“No problem,” Bucky said, shrugging lopsided and ducking his head. “That guy shouldn’t’ve been bothering you.”
“Lotta people would disagree. I’m guessing you don’t know who I am,” HungGuy said, and Bucky squinted up at him, biting his lip.
“Should I?” he lied.
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