Christmas In The Sun || Stucky ✔

Chapter Seven

"Buck, what are you doing?" Steve asks, looking to his side to find Bucky rummaging through the bag of snacks they brought out onto the beach with them while they attempt to do a bit of fishing.

"Uh, getting something to eat." Bucky says, pulling out a pack of white chocolate toffee pop biscuits. "You want one?"

Steve looks down at the pack that Bucky just opened. "What are they exactly?"

"White chocolate biscuits with caramel I guess?" Bucky shrugs, taking a bite of one of the biscuits. "Holy shit." He moans. "These are fucking amazing."

As soon as he finishes one biscuit, he's going straight back for another - which doesn't surprise Steve in the least. Bucky's always loved junk food, salty and sweet, but sometimes he eats too damn much of it.

"Don't eat those all at once, Buck." Steve warns, grabbing one for himself before Bucky can eat them all himself. "Shit, these are good." He says, taking a bite, before he stops, needing to know how many packs Bucky bought. "How many packs did you get?"

Bucky shrugs. "Five maybe?" He says, not entirely sure. "They had plain chocolate ones at the store too, not just white chocolate. I think I grabbed some of those too."

"Five?" Steve asks. "Buck, how much do they cost?"

Once again, Bucky shrugs. "Dunno. Didn't pay attention to the price tag." The price tags aren't something he looks at for too long when buying food. "Three or four dollars maybe?"

Steve nearly chokes on his biscuit at that. Three or four dollars just for one pack of chocolate biscuits? They may have quite a bit of money, but three or four dollars is a lot for chocolate biscuits.

"You spent twenty dollars on chocolate biscuits?" He almost shouts. "What the fuck Bucky? Is that why I didn't see a receipt?"

Maybe he shouldn't of sent Bucky across the road to buy more food by himself....

"Uh, maybe?" Bucky shrugs. "But a lot of stuff here isn't exactly cheap. And what do you expect sending me off to the store by myself?" He says. "Besides, it's not like I haven't spent that much on chocolate biscuits before, if not more."

Steve sighs, not bothering to answer that, as he just sits on one of their fold out chairs, keeping an eye on their fishing rod that they've got sticking into the sand with one of those holder things that keep it from falling over. Steve isn't sure what it's called. All he knows is that it helps keep your rod standing in the sand.

So far, they've not caught anything, but they've only been out on the beach for about twenty minutes now. They intend on staying out for a couple hours at least, so they've got plenty of time to hopefully catch something.

"Any signs of fish yet?" Bucky asks after about ten minutes of silence save for the crashing of the waves on the sand has passed.

Steve sighs, shaking his head. "Not yet." He says. "But we've only been out for about half an hour. Just give it time."

Bucky sighs, sitting back as much as he can on the fold out chair he's sitting on, and turns the volume up more on his phone, blasting out Marilyn Manson more than he already was.

"I'm gonna sleep for a bit." Bucky yawns. "Wake me when we catch something."

"How can you sleep when you're blasting Manson's music from your phone?" Steve asks, looking over at him.

Bucky shrugs. "Well, I'm hoping that'll make him invade my dreams, Stevie." He says. "Cause he's hot, and I wanna fuck him, or have him fuck me."

Steve raises an eyebrow at that. "I thought you wanted to fuck Johnny Depp?" He asks.