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-- I got no money, but I want you so.

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[ His roommate's kind of weird, that's all Bucky really lets filter through his brain before he's letting his door swing closed behind him and heading out in to the hall. The college isn't what he was expecting, but that's okay, because he doesn't really tend to over-think things before doing them. Steve does, and he was the one with all the check lists and the plans, the one who beat down Bucky for months until they both were prepared and tipping over the edge into adulthood. A new city for them to explore and a fresh load of new faces, people who don't know them for the two impossibly intertwined orphans that they are. It feels good, Bucky feels good.

He tips a nod to a girl passing him, fairly certain she's checking him out whenever he turns the corner, but it's not like that's going to be much of his concern now. Steve's room is at the end of the hall, the door propped open with a box. He doesn't see his friend's roommate anywhere, so Bucky merely saunters in, knows which room is Steve's from the pictures on the wall. His sneakers get kicked under the desk, Bucky immediately taking up residence on the bed, back against the wall.

There's a can of soda on the nightstand and he doesn't even think about not liberating that for his own nefarious purposes, setting in to wait. ]

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[ Steve walks up the corridor with two boxes in his arms, peering around them to see where it is he's actually going, and comes close to running into a girl who looks at him in a way that makes him blush, feeling her eyes on him until he reaches the ajar door of his room.

Forgetting that there's a box in the way, he stumbles over it, muttering under his breath as he kicks it aside, holds on tighter to the boxes before dumping them on the floor.

He stands back and takes a deep breath, sighs with relief, and then catches sight of Bucky watching him from the bed. He frowns, looks back with suspicion. ] Didn't think I'd be seeing you until later. Have you unpacked?

Sure I did. [ And that's the same tone that he used on all the nuns and school teachers and cops they've ever run into, which means no, no he did not. He smiles though, slow and easy when Steve's in view, something nervous and swooping in his stomach. It's been so long, and now they're finally making something of themselves. It's a good a reason as any to feel this punch drunk on life. ]

Is that the last of your boxes or are they still down in the lobby?

Liar. [ There's an urge to laugh, which he forces down, because one of them needs to be mature and responsible or neither of them are going to make it in the big bad world. ] What you actually mean is you're gonna come to me tonight when I'm ready for bed and grovel until I come help.

[ He turns around, pushes the door shut, and perches on the bottom edge of his roommate's bed. ] Last of 'em.

[ He takes the moment to relax, watches Bucky with a slow growing smile, but he's curious about something, and not at all threatened in the most ridiculous of ways. ] You met your roommate yet?

[ Stretching out, his chesire cat grin firmly in place. ] Nah, I just thought I could throw a blanket over the boxes and sleep on 'em if I can't get to my bed. Seems like it'd work out better that way.

[ Tilting his head, watching Steve for a moment, simply revelling in the fact that they've made it, they're here and they have all the time in the world now. ]

Yeah, and man, they're fuckin' weird as shit. I feel like they're about to put tiny bits of me in a test tube. His girlfriend's kinda hot though. [ His flirty smile is tinted slightly in a way it's usually reserved for Steve. He doesn't mean it. ] How 'bout you?

Until you fall off and the whole lot lands on top of you, yeah, or even worse, you wake up with a sore back. [ He tries to be serious, but he can't stop himself from smiling, this newly found freedom hitting him.

He makes a face, but finds the funny side. ] If he does, I'll have to get the results, find out what planet you got kicked out of. [ He tries not to think of the girlfriend, he'll save that concern for later when he's lying in bed staring at the ceiling and worrying about everything. ] Pretty sure he was stoned, and he stunk like beer. You know I don't like to judge people, but I'm not sure it's gonna work out.

[ Pulling a face at that. ] I'll kick them to the corner if I don't get round to it. Or climb over them to get to the bed. It'll be cool, man, don't sweat it.

[ Still, he matches Steve's soppy grin with one of his own, because Bucky may act all that, but he's still the same breed of excitable, nervous kid Steve is. ] So you now know a guy who knows a guy, you're gonna climb the social college ladder before I do. Remember me from your tower of kegs, kid.

C'mon, Bucky, you can't live out of boxes forever. [ He's using his serious and determined voice now, giving him a stern look. ] Tell you what, once I'm done here I'll come help you out with your stuff. Deal?

[ Unable to stop the laugh from coming, Steve rolls his eyes, gets up and abandons the stoner's bed to flop down on his own, giving it a bounce or two to test it out, but Bucky's feet get in the way as he lies across them at the bottom awkwardly. ] He's all yours, I'll even put in a good word for you. Maybe he'll even take you off my hands.

Are you trading me for drugs, Steven Rogers? [ Kicking him lightly in the stomach, Bucky's laugh is the same kind of low, dirty sound it always is. ] Maybe he'll take me to his den and I'll get all the good stuff.

[ Using Steve's pillow to cover his face. ] Shit, no. Do we really have to unpack? You know I hate unpacking just as much as I hate packing in the first place.

Got no other use for your punk ass, do I? [ He glares at his foot, goes in for the kill and tickles the underside. ] And maybe his dealer'll have other things in mind.

[ Nudging him on the leg. ] You've got to do it sometime, and once it's done then you don't have to think about it again.

We've only been in college for like five minutes and you're already pimpin' me out for -- [ The minute Steve touches the arch of his foot, Bucky loses it, starts laughing and kicking at him. ] Quit it, quit it.

[ Sigh, resting his feet on Steve's stomach. ] Okay, but after we're going out for a beer, don't complain.

[ Steve's most innocent grin comes out, and he gives it another few tickle attacks before packing it in, giggling as he subtly creeps up the bed to curl his legs up at the bottom, head resting on his calf with an arm draped over the other. ] You know I'll always come save you in the end.

[ He rolls over as Bucky's feet come to rest on him instead, and he can't help smiling, happy to be here and with his best friend already, no matter what faces them in coming times he's going to handle it as long as Bucky is there. ] Fine. You've got yourself a deal. Unpacking and beer.

[ Nudging his heel into Steve, because he can, and because he's still not over the growth spurt his friend apparently went through. Bucky was there and it still surprises him when he finds muscle and not soft heat. ]

Pleasure doing business with you, guess you won't have to push me in a crack den no more.

Shut up, jerk, you know I'd never really pass you over to a crack den. I worry when you drink more than two beers.

[ He snuggles down comfortably, running his hands beneath the hems of Bucky's trouser legs and looking innocent as he crawls his fingers up and down, brushing over the hair there. ]

[ That shuts him up for a moment. They've always been physically affectionate, but now that they're here, away from the prying eyes of people they owe to much to, they get to be more than that. It's half the reason he agreed to move away, because he wants Steve to himself, wants to push the boundaries of what they've had before and see where it gets them. Here they get all that, they get to be young and stupid and fucked up and it's going to be wonderful, it tightens Bucky's chest for a minute, a smile breaking free over his face. ]

Maybe I'll drink three, payback for threatening me that way.

You wouldn't dare.

[ He slides his hands flat against his legs for a moment before removing them altogether, shifting so he's resting his back against the wall, half-sitting and half-slumped, and rests the feet in his lap. ]

You got all the stuff sorted for classes? [ Because he knows what Bucky's like, feels the need to remind him and check things are okay. ] Tomorrow's the last day to make changes if you need to.

I'm a grown boy now, I can drink all the beer I please.

[ But Bucky's smile is still there, wriggling his feet to be a pain, and it's like usual and it's not. He's just going to have to stop being a dork about it. ]

Hey, no. I handed in all the paperwork earlier. They let me switch the classes I didn't like, so I'm doing military warfare this semester, and then somethin' about the cold war.

Don't expect me to hold back your hair and sit with you on the bathroom floor. [ But he would do something similar if he found him in that state, of course he would.

He grabs the wriggling feet, tries to hold them still, but not very hard, flicking back the sock elastic. ]

You mean you weren't kidding when you said you were gonna pick up those? [ He's not judging, but he wants him to have a good start in the adult life, something they both lacked in their childhood, and he's not sure studying the war is going to aid that. But if it makes him happy, he's happy too. ] Okay, good, I don't want a last minute heart attack.

Just prop me up somewhere, you know I'm always gonna be fine. [ Except for that one time when they were fourteen and the stolen whiskey, but he doesn't count that, just kicks Steve slightly in retaliation for the sock flicking. ]

Oh come on, they sound fun. Besides, we can't all be in touch with our feelings, one of us has got to learn about explosions and violence and I guess it'd be me.

Fine. Right. I'll bear that in mind if it ever happens again, and I'll remind you how fine you are. [ He aims for scolding, but it's too light, caring, but playful, and he's not Bucky's keeper, would never even dream of getting in his way, although he will prevent him doing as many stupid things as possible if he believes it's for his own good. ]

You think I'm in touch with my feelings? [ He shuffles up further in an attempt to get more comfortable, rests his chin on Bucky's now bent knees after manipulating them that way. ] The second world war did always sound interesting, I guess.

‘Course it does, the golden age of chivalry and romance and fighting for what’s right, what’s not to like about all that? Plus the other class sounds cool, all the spies and the subterfuge and shit, it’ll be great. You never know, might actually learn something after hell knows how many years.

[ He doesn’t move his knees, just slouches back a little, t-shirt riding up a little, and this is the first time it’s been just them alone in a while. The orphanage is busy, and their only other hiding places are all out in the public. It feels - nice -, is all he can think, right. ] You all sorted?

Never knew you were such a romantic at heart. [ His smile is cheeky, like he plans to use this fact at a later date. ] Could see you as a soldier, and the uniform'd look good on you.

[ His gaze lowers, catching sight of the exposed stretch of skin, and he wants to reach out and touch, but he's not sure he should get too comfortable too soon. ] Got all but one of the classes I wanted sorted, but I've signed up for a creative writing to fill in the gap.

[ Sticking his tongue out quickly. ] You just want to dress me up, don't think I ain't on to you, buddy.

[ Humming, Bucky stretches further, something in his back giving a pop before he resettles. ] Y'gonna write your own stories?

You'd look good in a uniform. [ But if he ever said he wanted to sign up with the military, Steve would find a way to talk him out of it.

He makes a face at the pop, grossed out. ] Thought about it. But it's good alongside the art, it'll keep my writing skills warm for when I start my comic.

Maybe I'll dress up as one for Halloween, huh? Do my civic duty and all. [ Grinning at him. ] You can't make stories while I look handsome.

[ Resting his hands on his stomach. ] We should go out tonight.

Halloween's not that far away. [ He flashes him a goofy grin of approval. ] You always look handsome, it's why nothing gets done.

[ He drums gently on his legs. ] You been inviting to parties already?

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