The only time Bucky took his eyes off of Peggy was to glare at the young bucks vying for her attention. He shared her with one man, and he was the golden haired adonis that was only a few feet from him.
His swim trunks weren't much longer than his boxershorts would have been, only they were solid grey in color with white piping on a few bits. He didn't bother with a shirt, he even had to buy the shorts. He hadn't packed anything that wasn't important.
Bucky took the bottle, and settled in behind her. Brushing a kiss over her shoulder, like marking his territory. "Definitely don't want this creamy white skin to get cooked." He murmured. He applied a liberal amount to his hands instead of directly on her back, so she wasn't getting a flash of something cold. And it gave him a shot to be a little more attentive with his fingertips as they moved along her back.