[The run, the ride on the bus, the touch of their thighs, the way that Steve seemed so elated being able to accomplish those simple activities which everyone else seemed to take for granted... that was what made the bus ride home for him. He could look around the bus, read the headlines of the newspapers, and he could even look beyond the window as they headed back into town, a new appreciation on life himself. Not only did he have his best friend and packmate, but their worlds were changing, and he could only think it was for the best.
It wasn't like he had actually ever lost Steve before, but there had been a constant low-level threat of it. If there was a sickness going around, Steve would catch it. If there was a physical demand at school, Steve would push to the point of collapse. If it was cold in winter, Steve would suffer through, sometimes only burrowing into his fur being the only choice. That low level of threat was in the back of his mind, and while he never ever would crowd or steer Steve clear, he was aware of it and took his own personal precautions to know when it was time to intervene.
Now, it seemed like all the world had opened up for them. He practically bounded off the bus, smiling and waving at everyone before up the stairs and kicking the brick to reveal the key (Steve probably lost his somewhere) to open up the place. This too was familiar and safe, a space for them both, and he sniffed the air. It smelled like their den and that's exactly what it was now.
Unlike Steve who made for the mirror, Bucky was intent on getting out of his clothes and being free again. The night had been stressful as well as exhilarating, but he reminded himself to hang up his shirt even as he toed off his shoes and then marched over to Steve, seizing the blond's big shoulders and leaning in to sniff at his friend's neck. God Steve smelled good.]
Like what you see, pal? All filled out and grown up finally! Never thought I'd see the day!
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It wasn't like he had actually ever lost Steve before, but there had been a constant low-level threat of it. If there was a sickness going around, Steve would catch it. If there was a physical demand at school, Steve would push to the point of collapse. If it was cold in winter, Steve would suffer through, sometimes only burrowing into his fur being the only choice. That low level of threat was in the back of his mind, and while he never ever would crowd or steer Steve clear, he was aware of it and took his own personal precautions to know when it was time to intervene.
Now, it seemed like all the world had opened up for them. He practically bounded off the bus, smiling and waving at everyone before up the stairs and kicking the brick to reveal the key (Steve probably lost his somewhere) to open up the place. This too was familiar and safe, a space for them both, and he sniffed the air. It smelled like their den and that's exactly what it was now.
Unlike Steve who made for the mirror, Bucky was intent on getting out of his clothes and being free again. The night had been stressful as well as exhilarating, but he reminded himself to hang up his shirt even as he toed off his shoes and then marched over to Steve, seizing the blond's big shoulders and leaning in to sniff at his friend's neck. God Steve smelled good.]
Like what you see, pal? All filled out and grown up finally! Never thought I'd see the day!