Again Bucky looked back and forth between Len and James, probably trying to figure out if they were having him on. James refused to comment, but he also didn't refute the claim. He hadn't intended the subject to come up, but he would not reject Len outright.
He wished he could remember better what his thoughts about that sort of thing had been, though. He only remembered ever being with women before Len, and he knew the social attitude at the time was incredibly negative. Sara and Len had no idea how lucky they'd been so far, with their unashamed admissions of their sexuality no matter the time period or place.
On the other hand, he suspected he might have had a thing for Steve beyond mere friendship, though he was certain the interest hadn't been returned if it did exist. Whether he'd admitted it to himself was the question.
To his relief, Bucky finally settled on an expression of unease and uncertainty, but not disgust. "None of my business. Doubt any of the Commandos will care either, I guess. Though you might wanna be a little more circumspect, there's plenty of officers would write you up."
"Like Rogers?" James couldn't resist asking, poking at the question like a sore tooth. Len and Steve hadn't exactly become friends the one time they'd met, and he didn't know if Steve was unhappy about the relationship because Len was a thief, or because he was a man. Or both, probably, since the former was a given.
"Steve? Nah, he's about the most open-minded guy I know." Bucky shrugged. "We had a friend back in Brooklyn, Arnie, he was one of those."
They had? James blinked, startled, but the name brought a few new memories drifting back. Jewish fella, and he'd kept it quiet, but James did remember now.
He'd nearly nerved himself up to proposition the guy for a kiss, when they were teenagers, but chickened out at the last minute. He was oddly relieved at the proof that Len wasn't the first guy he'd thought about that way. It made it more real, somehow.
Fuck it. Bucky knew and apparently didn't care, beyond being startled they'd admitted it so openly. He let himself drift closer to Len, falling in at his partner's side in his usual position.
"See?" Sara grinned at them. "Can't keep them apart. It's cute, really."
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Date: 2016-06-06 02:54 pm (UTC)He wished he could remember better what his thoughts about that sort of thing had been, though. He only remembered ever being with women before Len, and he knew the social attitude at the time was incredibly negative. Sara and Len had no idea how lucky they'd been so far, with their unashamed admissions of their sexuality no matter the time period or place.
On the other hand, he suspected he might have had a thing for Steve beyond mere friendship, though he was certain the interest hadn't been returned if it did exist. Whether he'd admitted it to himself was the question.
To his relief, Bucky finally settled on an expression of unease and uncertainty, but not disgust. "None of my business. Doubt any of the Commandos will care either, I guess. Though you might wanna be a little more circumspect, there's plenty of officers would write you up."
"Like Rogers?" James couldn't resist asking, poking at the question like a sore tooth. Len and Steve hadn't exactly become friends the one time they'd met, and he didn't know if Steve was unhappy about the relationship because Len was a thief, or because he was a man. Or both, probably, since the former was a given.
"Steve? Nah, he's about the most open-minded guy I know." Bucky shrugged. "We had a friend back in Brooklyn, Arnie, he was one of those."
They had? James blinked, startled, but the name brought a few new memories drifting back. Jewish fella, and he'd kept it quiet, but James did remember now.
He'd nearly nerved himself up to proposition the guy for a kiss, when they were teenagers, but chickened out at the last minute. He was oddly relieved at the proof that Len wasn't the first guy he'd thought about that way. It made it more real, somehow.
Fuck it. Bucky knew and apparently didn't care, beyond being startled they'd admitted it so openly. He let himself drift closer to Len, falling in at his partner's side in his usual position.
"See?" Sara grinned at them. "Can't keep them apart. It's cute, really."