cicatrize | Duplicity IC Inbox [ un: jbenjamin ]

[ it isn't from this conversation, or from anything bucky'd said to him. it's this - steve running after him, bucky and his 'make sure you eat, kid'. their doting and checking on him and taking responsibility for him like steve and his house arrest or bucky and his 'steve's, now'.

jack shakes his head - bucky didn't tell him anything. it isn't that. ]

The both of you. You hover around me like I'm some kind of pet project to paste back together.

[ this cruel little monster of a boy, maybe they can brush the soot off him and make him a shiny and healthy member of society, but that's not something jack is, or has ever been, or ever had the hope to be. ] If I want to get wasted in some dirty hole in the wall, you don't have the right to tell me it's not what I need.

❰ if steve were bucky, he might have something to say back to that. some kind of insightful, constructive remark that would put the lie to jack's accusation and convince him to just calm the fuck down and listen.

but steve is not bucky, and he's been enough of a hypocrite, as far as jack's concerned. ❱

You look whole to me, ❰ is all he says, pushing off the wall and stepping back from jack. and he is, which is what steve was checking on — not the complete and total wreck he'd been earlier in the month, though the redness in his eyes is starting to become uncomfortably familiar. ❱

Turn your phone on, text me in the morning so I know you're not dead.

❰ house arrest had been instated out of genuine fear for jack's safety if he left. getting drunk and having a bunch of ill-advised sex isn't going to kill him. although — ❱

And use protection.

❰ may your dadsband telling you to wrap it kill your boner for a while, you menace. ❱

[ honestly? he's grateful for steve and not bucky right now. he isn't interested in hearing anything insightful or constructive. jack doesn't want progress on whatever his issues are, he doesn't want to think about the best angle to attack them from, he just wants an empty mind.

steve's allowing him that. so, he'll compromise. ]

Fine.

[ tugging his phone out, jack makes a show of turning it back on, showing Steve the screen so he knows it's on. see? he'll text. stop losing your mind, you nerd.

but speaking of nerd, oh my god, steven. ]

God, you're so old.

[ okay, well, he always uses protection because he's paranoid as hell, but that was so mom-like it hurt. but it did get a little smirk out of him. ]

❰ hey, look at that, you give jack some freedom and he turns into a moderately tolerable human being. steve nods in appreciation at jack's phone, and even smiles a little when he calls him old. ❱

You're the one who fucked a 95 year-old.

❰ what is worse, jackathan, to be old or to be turned on by the old? think about it.

and with that, steve crooks his finger under jack's chin, tilting jack's head up and his own head down to kiss him. it's a soft, lingering kiss, more permission than anything else, and there's one more peck as he pulls back before steve steps back and gestures down the alley. go on, you little monster, get your drink on. just please don't get alcohol poisoning or an std. ❱

[ jack's mid-eyeroll when steve tips his chin up, and while there's a fraction of a second's hesitation, remembering he's angry at the singular unit that is steve-and-bucky, but his will is a weak thing right now. and steve's lips are so, so soft and inviting.

it's over too quickly, and jack murmurs against his lips before they part: ]

Oral isn't fucking, you're still a virgin.

[ and now he is free to frolic in debauchery and horrible decisions, as he does best. he will use protection, he will text his mother every morning. with a mock salute, jack pushes off the way, and saunters his way down the alley, off he goes, into the wild blue slutty yonder.

and, for good measure: whistling the Kill Bill tune. ]

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