Winterhawk Writing

19

Bucky always, in a sense, knew he was gay. Bisexual, whatever. In the forties though, he never explored it because.. well, it was the forties. Sure, homophobes sucked now, but in the forties.. he shuddered thinking of Thomas Clerry who got beat senseless in the seventh grade.
And it took awhile for Bucky to pick up on the shift in society. The more common acceptance. He was absolutely astonished the first time he saw two women casually exchange a parting kiss in public.
Clint had been next to him, a soft grin on his face. "Legal now, Buckaroo, kiss whoever wherever."
"Oh," he had said, still delightfully dumbfounded.
Maybe he should've asked first, but Clint was extremely open about his sexuality so Bucky hadn't really given it much thought before he had lurched forward to press their lips together. He had to go up onto his toes to reach Clint's mouth and Clint had instinctively dipped his head at Bucky's convenience.
"I.. am so sorry," Bucky covered his mouth.
"Well normally I would insist you take me out for dinner first but.." Clint gave his usually wide dimpled grin and leaned in close, capturing Bucky's lips in a slow kiss that had his toes curling in his boots.