Christmas In The Sun || Stucky ✔

Chapter Nine

"So what did Stark want?" Bucky asks later on during the night as he and Steve get into bed.

Steve shrugs, shaking his head. "Not much." He says, not wanting to tell Bucky why Tony had shown up. He doesn't want it to ruin the surprise.

"So, we don't have to cut our vacation short?" Bucky asks.

"No, we don't." Steve assures him. "Tony just wanted to talk about something. It's nothing important."

Bucky narrows his eyes at that. He feels as though Steve's hiding something from him, but he doesn't push for an answer. He's tired right now, and all he wants to do is sleep. Though, he wouldn't mind partaking in a little something before getting to sleep.

Steve seems to notice this, and he looks over at Bucky curiously. "What are you thinking, Buck?" He asks, as he watches as Bucky moves around on the bed until he's sitting on top of him, straddling his waist.

He has a very good idea of what Bucky is wanting, and as a matter of fact, he's all for it. He's definitely all for it.

"It's been awhile since we did anything." Bucky says, moving his hips around a little, trying to get a reaction out of Steve.

Steve groans a little, grabbing ahold of Bucky's hips. "It has." He says, feeling himself grow hard as Bucky moves on top of him.

Smirking, Bucky leans down and kisses Steve, who's quick to flip them over so that Bucky's on his back on the bed.

And very soon, it turns into more than just kissing....

******

The next morning Bucky awakes to the smell of bacon and eggs. Definitely a good smell to wake up to.

He gets out of bed slowly, before grabbing a pair of sweatpants off the floor, having a little difficulty putting them on considering he hasn't reattached his left arm yet. He'll do that after he's eaten.

"Something smells good." Bucky murmurs, as he walks over to Steve, who's standing by the small stove inside the camper cooking bacon and eggs for the two of them.

Steve smiles, looking over at him and giving him a quick kiss before turning his attention back to cooking the food. "Lucky for you, they're almost ready, so go sit down and wait." He says. "And I've just boiled the kettle if you want a coffee."

Bucky nods. "You know that I want coffee, Stevie." He says, getting a mug out from the cupboard. "You want one?"

"Yeah." Steve nods, as he dishes up the bacon and eggs onto plates for the two of them along with toast and spaghetti.

As Steve sets their plates down on the small table over by the window, Bucky gets to making their coffees.

"So, Buck." Steve starts, once they're both seated and eating breakfast. "I was thinking... what do you think about retirement? Where would you like to retire to?"

Bucky shrugs. "Don't think I really care, just as long as we're actually able to retire for good." He says. "I don't want to fight anymore."

Steve nods. "Me too." He sighs. "But, I was thinking that maybe we could retire and move here for good." He says. "I mean, we barely get recognized here, and I think that's something that would be good for the both of us."

"Honestly, that sounds fucking great, Steve." Bucky says, before shovelling food into his mouth. "I kinda want to move out onto a farm, and we can raise goats, and only goats."

Steve huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. Of course that's what Bucky would want. He's grown rather fond of goats ever since when he was staying in Wakanda while Shuri worked on removing Hydra's programming from his head. T'Challa had put him in charge of looking after all the goats, and Steve knows that Bucky still misses every one of those goats.

"If that's what you want, then we can do that, Buck." Steve says. "Maybe once we get back home we can talk to the team about it."

He must admit though, once they do retire and move to New Zealand for good, he's going to miss the others a lot. But there's no way that they'll just altogether stop seeing the others. They can still go visit them from time to time, or the others can always come down here and visit them, whether it be by plane, or making use of Dr. Strange's portals.

"Do you think the others would be okay with us retiring and moving far away from them?" Bucky asks.

Steve shrugs. "Well, I'm sure that they'd understand why we're choosing to do this." He says. "And actually, Tony did mention yesterday that we should do it, as out of everyone on the team, we're the ones that deserve to retire the most."

"Good." Bucky says. "Because I want to retire."

"Well, once we get back home we can talk to the others about it." Steve promises. "Now, what do you want to do today?"

Bucky shrugs. He doesn't know what he wants to do today, nor care what they do. He'd be happy to do whatever. Though just having a lazy day in bed sounds rather appealing to him. Knowing Steve though, he's probably wanting to do something instead of just laying in bed all day.

"I don't really care what we do." He says. "Though, I do plan on getting a bit of reading done."

Steve nods, already having the idea that Bucky would want to do a bit of reading today, so that certainly doesn't surprise him. Bucky reads a lot, and Steve is sure that once they retire that he'll do almost nothing except read.

But after all that he's been through, Bucky certainly deserves to just relax and read as many books as he can.

Though Steve has noticed that most of the books that he reads are either fantasy, SciFi, or horror and thriller. Never has he seen Bucky pick up a romance book unless the plot really catches his attention - which is almost never. But Steve is exactly the same.

"Well, we can read for a bit then go out for a walk or something?" Steve suggests.

Bucky nods. "Sounds good, but I really want to get back to reading my book." He stops, looking deep in thought. "Steve, do you think I'd be able to write my own books?" He asks. "If I wrote a series of my own, do you think anyone would read it?"

"Well, I know I would." Steve says. "But, truthfully, I'm not sure." He admits. He hates to admit it, but not many people might want to read something that has Bucky's name attached to it. "But, you could always write under a pseudonym. If you want to write your own books and get them published."

Bucky just nods, not saying anything more on the matter, as he takes his now empty plate over to the sink.

"Can you help me reattach my arm, Steve?" Bucky asks. "It's not exactly easy to read a book or do much with only one."

"Yeah, sure." Steve nods, getting up off his seat, putting his dirty plate in the sink before following Bucky down to the back of the camper.

******

Sitting outside on one of the foldout chairs, Bucky sits out in the sun relaxing and reading one of his newest fantasy books while sipping at an ice cold beer. Steve is doing the exact same, only he's reading a thriller book instead of a fantasy.

They've both been outside in the sun relaxing and reading for close to three hours now, and so far neither of them have made no move to stop. They're just too engrossed in their books.

Too engrossed in their books to notice some strangers staring at them. Either way though, they really don't care.

Just as long as no one approaches them, they don't find themselves caring about people staring at them. They're likely to be staring at Bucky's vibranium arm anyway, or all the scars littering both their chests since they're both shirtless right now. It's too hot to wear a shirt, and they don't care that there's people staring.

Steve looks up from his book and over at Bucky. He smiles to himself as he sees Bucky completely focused on his book. Definitely a sight that Steve enjoys seeing.

And the longer he watches him, the more he cannot wait for what he plans on doing on Christmas in a couple days....