Holding On| Stucky

Chapter Two

 Steve's eyes cracked open, he was assailed by a flood of light. A small groan escaped him and he tried to turn over. He frowned realizing there was a weight around his waist. He opened his eyes wider ignoring the aching feeling from the sun.

His heart began to speed faster and he nearly jumped halfway across the room. He looked directly at the sleeping face of Bucky. He watched him, was he still alive? He looked at his back, it was slowly rising and falling. Steve craned his head down and looked at the weight on his waist. It was an arm, but it wasn't just an arm. It was also connected to Bucky.

He tried to tilt his head around the room as much as possible without actually moving his torso. Where was he? The room looked so unfamiliar, but it felt..homely. The part of the wall that he could see was covered by beige wallpaper with small blue flowers in a pattern scattered around. It was an odd choice but reminded him of his parent's room when he was younger. He looked directly up above him. In an odd oval frame was a picture of him and Bucky. The angle he was looking at was weird but he could make out Bucky's arms around his waist, and his own wide smile seconds away from laughing.

When he looked back at Bucky his eyes were opening startling Steve. Steve froze staring dead set a sleepy looking Bucky.

"Morning darlin'," He mumbled in a sleepy gruff morning voice. Steve's face turned bright red for two reasons. He hadn't heard Bucky's morning voice in years. Probably with the last time being when he had lived alone with Bucky in an apartment. And the use of the word 'darlin' made his chest flutter. Bucky's eyes scanned Steve's face and chuckled softly. "What? That word only reserved for specific purposes and all day on my birthday?" Bucky smiled knowingly at that, Steve gave him a blank look confused about the statement.

"Good...morning?" He said slowly clearing the grogginess from his throat. He felt fully clothed but the way Bucky looked at him made him feel exposed.

"Morning Stevie. You look awfully awake, especially considering last night."

"Last night?" The question was evident in the air.

"Well yeah, I felt like we could go on forever. But you were so loud..." Bucky shook his head chuckling. "We had to let the neighbors sleep at some point." Steve gave him a wide-eyed look. He noticed Bucky hair suddenly, it was cut short reminiscent of his look from long ago.

"I don't follow..." He said sincerely looking at Bucky face for any clues.

"You're cute when you have morning brain." Bucky leaned in, it took everything Steve had not to move away. Bucky pressed a light kiss to his forehead, the arm wrapped around his waist was rubbing Steve's back in an admittedly relaxing movement. Bucky's lips lingered on his forehead. As confused as Steve was he took in as much of Bucky's scent as possible. It was as intoxicating as ever. When Bucky pulled away from him he gave Steve a longing look, like they were 60 feet apart rather than six inches. "I wish I could just lay down with you all day, you're so cute Steve honestly. How I manage to stay away from you is beyond me." Steve could only respond by blushing and trying to avoid eye contact. But Bucky's face had its own separate orbit and his eyes were always drawn back.

"You haven't been this shy after since..." Bucky hummed thinking, then shrugged. "Actually it wasn't too long ago." There was a growling sound, Steve touched his stomach. Bucky smiled at that, he sat up the comforter falling revealing an unshirted chest.

"Excuse me," Steve said slowly trying not to gawk at him like he was a teenager again.

"No excuses, I'll make us breakfast. Maybe we can take a shower after, watch an early morning lazy movie." Bucky raised his eyebrow for a response. Steve stared and nodded dumbly using his elbow to elevate his body slightly.