Billy breathed heavily, wetting his lips as he watched the knife toy over him. He swallowed thickly, still surprised by how much it seemed to affect him, and he breathed a small laugh, "I might have a bit of an idea," he answered cheekily, "Fuck-"

There was so much they should be concerning themselves with, but how was Billy supposed to think of anything else right now? They had a sizable head start. The storm was hiding them. Why shouldn't they enjoy themselves for a bit?

"I'd trust you with anything, Bucky," Billy swore.