Later, he would ask more about Tony. There was a connection there between the two of them. They had a history. Steve had known the younger (older?) Stark in the future. Maybe there had been something there. It wouldn’t have surprised him. He’d fallen head over heels with that Brooklyn punk who wore sass and spunk like a pair of combat boots. It would have been more shocking to know that at least one other person hadn’t done the same when they met Steve. He was a force of nature ....and adorable. The combination could make anyone weak in the knees.
Now, Bucky couldn’t say that he wasn’t a smidge jealous over the interaction. Especially when Steve started to tell and then show him how everything had gone down in the kitchen. But mostly he felt disappointed that he hadn’t been present. Alright, mostly he felt really turned on. Watching the color drain from Steve’s face and then blossom back slowly was a thing of beauty. Bucky stole a kiss, favoring the instrument of the question instead of the question itself.
But even he had to catch his breath at some point. “You came back to me so no, no. Not mad.” He kissed Steve again, softer, to prove his point. And then rubbing himself into Steve’s hand to prove another different point. He smirked, unable to tear himself too far from Steve’s lips. Where had Tony kissed him? And where did he fall on the scale? Buck wondered if now would be a good time to try what he’d learned-
He let his mouth hover deliberately over Steve’s. “Unless you do it again without me.” Bucky did his best to appear stern but it was difficult when Steve was looking so absolutely wrecked, caught between guilt and pleasure. His face broke easily into another smile as he brushed his lips teasingly across Steve’s bottom lip. “Then I’m putting you on the floor.” What he would do with him then was left tantalizingly unsaid.