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[cicatrize]

you've reached jack benjamin. clearly, I have better things to do.

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[freightcars]

How often are we talking about cuddling here anyway? What are your cuddle needs? Ballpark me a per-week average.

[cicatrize]

Oh, I don't know. Depends on how many bad dreams and scary movies happen. Somewhere between 3 and 20?

[freightcars]

And why is it the god damn bear gets dibs over the real thing, Benjamin?

[cicatrize]

Because the real thing keeps threatening to burn my shit. It's rude.

Do you need a cuddle, Buchanan?

[freightcars]

Just one particular piece of your shit.

And I'm replacing it with the original model
You're welcome.

[cicatrize]

Still my shit.

I'm going to need to see this cuddle contract done in writing, sir. I don't make a habit of putting blind trust in arsonists.

[freightcars]

Don't worry, I'm more of a murderer than an arsonist, so you can trust me.

[cicatrize]

Oh, well, in that case, all I require is product inspection.

[freightcars]

You inspecting me or the bear?

[cicatrize]

You, genius.

[freightcars]

Name the time and the place.

[cicatrize]

Now, here.

[freightcars]

OMW

[cicatrize]

Door's open.

[ because vanessa and jack always leave their door open for wade to waddle to and fro as he pleases. currently, he's either settled himself somewhere, or he's out committing or fighting crime. whichever he's into today.

and jack is flopped on his couch, watching TV (probably his stories okok), changed out of the suit he wore to work and into a soft t-shirt and joggers, looking half ready for bed. it is prime cuddle time, sir. ]

[freightcars]

[ Have you ever been tackled onto a couch son? There's a first time for everything. With the majestic grace of a god damn gazelle he does exactly that. Welcome to love, it is aggressive. ]

[cicatrize]

Shi— [ holy balls, that is an armful of body builder and metal that jack was not expecting to be a recipient of so very soon. thankfully, he's already laid out on the couch, else the fall towards it might've been painful, but it doesn't stop all of bucky's buckiness from slamming into his torso anyway, as jack glances up from the TV screen just a second to late to move.

a grunt is punched from him, and he groans out, arms, nonetheless, around bucky's sides to pat him sarcastically on the back. ]

I'm gonna need you to shave off about 100 pound before you go for that again.

[freightcars]

[ To be fair, Bucky was very conscious about minimizing impact. There's no way that hurt, so he's going to come to the conclusion that Jack's a big ole baby. He lands sprawled just off-center of Jack, with a flesh arm around his waist and his left arm digging into the cushions. He uses it to push himself up and shake his hair out of his face.

It's a nice change-up, honestly, from the short sharp argument he had with Steve about a half an hour ago. He's pleased for a stark contrast. ]

Ah, you'll survive. Trust me, that body can take much worse and keep on kicking.

[cicatrize]

[ no, it definitely could have been much worse, and jack isn't actually hurt, he's just being a whiny baby, and the grin he wears is enough to give that away. bucky shakes his hair out and he looks like a big freaking lion, jack squishing his head back, trying to avoid getting smacked with strands of fluffy hair, with a quiet snicker leaving him. ]

Give me that, you're a mess. [ 'that' meaning his hair, and jack reaches a hand up to comb the wild mess of his hair back from his face, the other smoothing over the wide plane of bucky's back, so much freaking muscle to him jack can hardly think of it as he duplicate of his own body most days. ]

And yet, I don't feel the urge to test that for proof.

[freightcars]

[ He's content to leave the state of his hair in Jack's capable hands, and shortly after it's carded back he allows himself to settle again, slumping down into the cushions around Jack's side, head somewhere just around his shoulder, a foot lower on the couch to offset them. When he finally settles, he shoots Jack a look that clearly states he wants to talk about something.

Actually, he wants to talk about a whole hell of a lot of somethings, but you know. What he says instead is: ]

You watching anything?

[ You wanna put your show on instead?? ]

[cicatrize]

[ and jack's content to devote the entirety of his attention to the state of bucky's hair, though it only takes a few passes of his fingers to straighten it all out and sweep it back from his face, jack's just found he's terribly fond of this simple repetitive motion. and the way bucky had melted under it before sticks in his mind, so he goes about the same thing he had then, combing fingers through his hair and massaging against his scalp.

as for the tv, it's entirely forgotten, and jack gives a half-assed shrug, trying not to upset bucky where he's laid against his shoulder. ]

Nothing interesting.

[ tell him your thoughts, boo, he's listening. ]

[freightcars]

[ James Barnes is a prick who does not deserve to have his hair played with; that being said he's still going to accept it, he just doesn't deserve it. He closes his eyes, settles in under the touch, and exhales a long breath like he's trying to figure out the best way to break into his story.

Stories. Whatever. ]

Took your advice.

[ He decides on ultimately, because he may as well work his way to the most recent turn of events, right? ]

Made a move. On Steve, I mean.

[ Obviously. ]

[cicatrize]

[ there's plenty of things jack doesn't deserve that he ends up with anyway. if he can have people like bucky and steve carrying for him for no good reason, bucky can have his hair played with.

the long exhale is a troubling thing, usually a sign someone's letting out tension, or working themselves up to something difficult, and jack frowns, dipping forward a couple inches to drop a short kiss at bucky's hairline. don't be sad, buckets.

it's more troubling still when he brings up the advice he'd given on steve, jack's brows knit, certain he'd been right on that front. maybe not. ]

Didn't go well?

[freightcars]

[ Thanks for that. They've got a god damn weird relationship all around, Bucky will be the first to admit that. How do you classify casually sleeping with your own genetic makeup in a not-strictly-romantic 'we're seeing other people but sometimes apparently we now spoon on the couch' way? What the hell is the term for that? Whatever it is, he appreciates it especially now, struggling through the events of the last few days, trying to wrap his god damn mind around it.

He gives an aborted little shake of his head, chin brushing Jack's shoulder, rumpling his shirt. ]

Went great at first.

[ He says wryly, cracking an eye open again to get a good look at how the news is going to settle on him. ]

We- he, uh. [ A beat, because he's looking for a classy way to put it. Maybe there isn't one. ] I called his bluff, gave him a hand, and he one-upped me.

[cicatrize]

[ it's called emotional support from 1/2 people who fuck the pain away by habit and 1/2 people who are born again virgins. yes, it's weird, and it's the only relationship jack really has that's so intimately this, for some very specific reasons, mainly the snotty, teary mess he made of bucky's shirt a while back, but it is what it is, and jack's happy to leave it without a name. just comfortable things done with bucky.

bucky, who is looking up to see jack's brows arched, pleasantly surprised with the news there. ]

One-upped you? [ it doesn't take much of a stretch to realize that means blew him, which paints a really attractive picture that jack's going to try very hard not to think about right now. bucky is telling him Important things, getting hard would be weird. ] I didn't think he had it in him.

[ steve could barely deal with looking at jack's lips post-make out, so from that to sucking bucky off is pretty impressive. it's nice to know he hadn't called it wrong, but that still leaves something missing. ]

Then where does the not-great come in?

[freightcars]

[ Yeah, Buck didn't think he had it in him either, but apparently he had it at least in him up to the tonsils. Go god damn figure, and it's an image he'll never be able to get out of his head for as long as he lives. Blessing and a curse. One of those things you tell yourself if I can only have it once it's worth it until you realize you're on the rocks with your best friend and he hasn't spoken to you in days, and then it all sort of comes to a head but only for you because you're the one feeling things that shouldn't be there and— Jesus Christ.

His lips press into an unhappy line. ]

He got weird right after and left. Like... right after. Started avoiding me.

[ Again, for the- what, the millionth time since they've been here? Impressive considering they've been here, what, two months maybe? Generous estimate. ]

Then I apparently turned into the world's biggest asshole and said some shit I shouldn't have said a couple minutes ago, and now it's just...

[ Weird. Fucking weird. Dramatic and weird, and more than he really ever intended to sign up for. ]