[Just a reminder note to us when we're editing that we want to do an A/N on this chapter to give the readers some more information about how homosexual sex was in the 1940s.]
"Who's gonna arrest us out here in the woods?" Len pointed out with a smirk. "And who's gonna arrest us when two of our friends can set themselves on fire? Don't worry about our skins - we're not nearly as crazy as you think."
There was an urge to poke the bear, to ask Bucky if he had ever thought about trying it out. But even Len wasn't that cruel. Not right now, anyway. Maybe later, if he got bored enough.
But before he could decide to do it, he realized that the younger man was snoozing, head still tilted awkwardly back against the branch. Len drew him closer and Bucky curled against his chest, warm and protected.
Len kept his eyes on the skies through the criss-cross of branches, and hoped for the sight of wings or flame, or the rushing sound of the Atom's thrusters.
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Date: 2016-06-11 07:15 pm (UTC)"Who's gonna arrest us out here in the woods?" Len pointed out with a smirk. "And who's gonna arrest us when two of our friends can set themselves on fire? Don't worry about our skins - we're not nearly as crazy as you think."
There was an urge to poke the bear, to ask Bucky if he had ever thought about trying it out. But even Len wasn't that cruel. Not right now, anyway. Maybe later, if he got bored enough.
But before he could decide to do it, he realized that the younger man was snoozing, head still tilted awkwardly back against the branch. Len drew him closer and Bucky curled against his chest, warm and protected.
Len kept his eyes on the skies through the criss-cross of branches, and hoped for the sight of wings or flame, or the rushing sound of the Atom's thrusters.