Son of a Witch

The oversized fit made Billy flush. With Bucky's heat still clinging to the jacket, and his scent floating around him it felt a bit like being wrapped up inside the other man's arms.

He ducked his head with a shy smile and nodded, hardly registering that he was casually agreeing to a minimum two hour hike.

"You should take the gloves," he insisted, trying to hand them over. "I can put my hands in the pockets."