If one little purr into Steve’s ear was all it took to get what he wanted, well damn. Bucky’s mind started to run with ideas of what else he could ask for. He leaned against the booth while Steve familiarized himself with the game. It was all very reminiscent of those days back home, wasn’t it? Steve had been smaller then. That scrawny punk that wouldn’t back down from a fight. Everyone could look at Steve now, see the muscles and think him one damn handsome man. But Bucky remembered wanting to pinch those skinny hips long before they filled out.
Steve made the first toss. No surprise there. And the new challenge that the moving net proposed Buck didn't think would be any trouble for his boyfriend either. They'd tossed rocks into tin cans farther than that. When Steve turned to him asking for a kiss for luck, at first Bucky blinked. When did Steve Rogers become such a flirt? Well if Steve was going to be bold, so could he.
"I think you'll need more than luck if you're going to sink that shot." Bucky twisted his arm out and snagged Steve by his front buckle loop. With a tug, he erased the space between them and pulled Steve in until his front collided Bucky's thigh. But when he moved up to give Steve that kiss, it wasn't his cheek that he went for. Bucky had been eyeing those lips for some time. Steve tasted like grass-apples and when Bucky slipped his tongue over their bottom lips, there was the aftertaste of coffee from that morning.
It was a good minute before he pulled away. When he did, his face was flushed but he was grinning. He let go of Steve and gestured towards the hoop behind them. "I dare you to miss now."