Son of a Witch

Billy'd wanted to lose his hands in that hair for ages. He'd imagined moments like this, of course, but other more casually intimate ones too, where that sort of closeness wasn't questioned. Bucky's head in his laps while they watched some old movie, brushing it back from his eyes...

Those more innocent touches were quickly forgotten for the moment when Bucky performed that very un-innocent act, Billy hardly daring to blink as they locked eyes, sure that image would be burned into his memory for the rest of time. He remembered to breath again when Bucky backed off, shakily gulping down air with a bashful laugh, and smoothing that hair back from Bucky's face.

"You just- ....oh wow-" he murmured, and then flushed at how innocent he sounded, "...you make that look so easy, Buck-"