Son of a Witch

Billy was easily crowded, a breathless and eager look on his face even before his lips were captured, and he groaned with a pleading whine to his voice as he responded in kind. His hands slid up over Bucky's shoulders and through the hair at the nape of his neck, words painting the most vivid pictures in his minds eye.


"Can we?" Billy managed, breath hot, "Can I be your living dream? 'TIl we can't-" That might have been just talk from anyone else, but Bucky could really do it, couldn't he?