"Buck?"

"Mhmm?" Bucky says without looking up from his tablet. Someone (Tony) got him a Marvel Unlimited account for his birthday and he's been reading every Captain America comic written since his 'death'. He's kind of hooked even though he won't admit it. Least of all to Steve.

"C'mere?"

Bucky finally looks up to blink at 6'2" of blond super soldier looking at him helplessly from the kitchen.

Bucky rolls his eyes but gives in. The sooner he gives in the sooner he'll be allowed to get back to reading.

He gets up and walks over to the kitchen to help with whatever hairbrained scheme the big lug has started this time. At least all of the schemes in the lead up to Christmas have mostly just involved too much cinnamon and nutmeg rather than too many Hydra agents and too much blood. Unlike the pre-Easter schemes.

"What's that?" Steve asks once Bucky gets to his side. There's a gleam in his eyes. The sort that means trouble. Bucky's own eyes narrow in response.

"What's what, Steve?"

Steve outright grins then, there's a lot of devil in him for such a good Catholic kid. He points above their heads.

Mistletoe. Of course.

Bucky grins and wraps his arm around Steve's waist (the metal one because he's not above a little show of strength now and then - especially when it makes Steve melt like that).

"You could'a just asked if you wanted to kiss me, Stevie."

Steve shrugs.

"This way I won it."

He sounds so smug he could be dripping honey.

Bucky kisses him anyway. Slow and soft and hot. Building the pace over time, pushing just a little deeper, just a little warmer. He presses both their bodies close, taut on the edge of molten. And Steve goes with it. Steve always goes with it. He folds in against Bucky and lets him fucking ravage him with affection. Bucky teases them both drags it out, drags them both in.

Then he pulls back, sudden and Winter Soldier swift.

Steve actually stumbles. His cheeks are flushed and he's obviously aroused. Cock hard in his jeans.

Bucky grins.

"You jerk," Steve says laced with lust but without any venom.

"Yeah, well. Now who won." Bucky can't help taunting him on lazy days like this. It might just be his favorite thing about the future. There aren't any flying cars, but there's this.

Steve never lets him win for long, and goddamn is it worth it.