#v; 'cause everything is new and everything is you (peacereflected)

[sxrgeantbarnes]

@peacereflected | prompt

He blinks, and then again, opening his mouth to speak before shutting it just as quickly. Keanu’s eyes are red— hell, half his face is flushed, and the prominence of the color around his nose speaks volumes. Bucky’s gut twists looking at him, every protective instinct in him blaring an alarm. His arms itch to comfort, to hold— an impulse he had thought long gone until it was pulled back out of his core by gentle hands. How much it’d be welcomed, he’s not entirely sure. He himself prefers to be alone when emotions spill over into tears, and he wonders idly if he should just turn around wordlessly and give him some space. 

It’s a stupid thought. Not a fucking chance.

“Hey.” He echoes casually as he puts a hand to Keanu’s shoulder and gently guides him back inside, Bucky’s foot shutting the door behind them. Privacy. A bubble for just them, no one needs to be poking their nosy little heads in. “Hey.” The words come out with feeling now, straight from his chest as wraps his arm around Keanu’s waist, pulling close as the hand on his shoulder moves up to cup his jaw. “Sweetheart. Do you wanna talk about it?”

[sxrgeantbarnes]

Keanu looks at him in a way no others have in a very, very long time. He’s determined to keep that look held on him. He wants to belong in that gaze— he’s ready to belong by someone’s side. Nothing makes him want to jump into the unknown as much as those eyes. 

He pays attention to them often— sometimes he feels something there, hidden in the gleam of that blue, that Bucky wants to take hold of and dissect. A rarity in itself, for someone to hold his interest long enough to make him itch for more, and more. But some unnameable pull has consistently made him want to dig into Keanu, examine all his parts and settle in what he finds.

Maybe there's something in Keanu that matches something in Bucky. Or maybe there’s simply beauty and sweet words. Perhaps sympathy rather than an understanding. Does it matter, truly?

No. Bucky just wants, he wants. If the universe will just allow him this one thing he fought against his instincts to chase. 

“Now that I have you, I can't...imagine letting you go. Is that terrifying?” He can’t tell anymore. “I just want good things with you.”

brows raise at bucky's comments . keanu knows bucky is capable of strategy ― he's demonstrated it in battle many times . but to think that the brunet was thinking about him , that he was trying to figure out ways to get keanu's attention ? it makes keanu intrigued , more than a little perplexed , and inevitably longing for such attention . it's what keanu's always wanted , for someone to be into him and not his powers . and he can confidently say that his powers had no influence in seducing bucky ; he'd been careful of it . and knowingly so ; the last thing keanu wants with bucky is for things to be forced by his own hand .

❝ i would be very flattered , ❞ keanu answers with a flutter of lashes and a tilt of his head . he runs gentle fingers along the bare skin of bucky's back , between his shoulder blades . the touch is meant to comfort , and above all to maintain contact after such an intense time together . but then , most of their times together have been with that kind of intensity . something is special about bucky ; something draws keanu in like no one else ever has . ❝ and you're right ― i'm yours , gorgeous . for as long as you'll have me . ❞