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[pinksiames]

John Egan didn’t have a staring problem.

Yeah he had been caught ogling the girls back in England a little too long, and had given enough sharp glares that got him into trouble enough times to hopefully learn a lesson he’ll never remember. But he wouldn’t say it was a problem. It wasn’t weird to him that he had his best friend's face memorized, from the long, blonde lashes that complimented his baby blues to the moles and freckles that speckled across his tan cheeks. It wasn’t strange that he knew the full expanse of his body, strong shoulders that melted into soft pecs and grabble waist, how he arched his back a certain way in the shower, warm water drops rippling down curves of muscle. It’s not even out of the blue how he knew how Bucks slender but lean legs shaped themselves, crossing at the knee so elegant and dainty that some people could get the wrong impression just with a simple glance.

That’s about how Gale looked right now. John went and picked him up in their little Jeep, legs crossed so neatly at the knee, hands resting on top of his thighs, driving them and a few of the other men into town and to the local Pub they had quickly become regulars at. And like usual Gale was in his passenger seat, having Bucky drive him around like his chauffeur.

It’s not like he didn’t mind, he actually preferred it. It was, in his minds eye, an act of love. A small way to show the younger man that he cared about him. But it didn’t stop him from teasing him.

“I’m thinking about getting a sticker to put on your seat that says ‘this seat is reserved for Gale “passenger princess” Buck Cleven.” He smirked, earning him a light shove of his shoulder and pink flaring across Gales cheeks.

Tonight was no different than the others. John, Curt and Brady were busy getting drunk, but knowing them it was going to be a while before they reached the level of drunkness they wanted. Gale was sat at the bar, ginger beer in hand as he watched his boys make fools of themselves with the women around them. Bucky kept a trained eye out for his best friend despite the current copper headed woman that was velcroed to his side, who’s name he had already forgotten. If at a glance the blonde almost looked sad, distant. Like he was lost in thought. Bucky just simply couldn’t have his buck dwelling on such grim things. He said a few words that got him separated from the woman, sauntering over back to the bar.

“What’s got that pretty little head of yours all riled up about hm?” He asked, leaning on his side against the worn oak.

Gale just shook his head, resting his chin in his palm as his gaze shifted downward. “It’s nothing important. Just thinking.” He replied.

“Well it’s gotta be somewhat important if it’s got you lookin like a kicked puppy Buck.” He sighed, a large hand gently resting on a plush cheek. Gales eyes quickly darted up to John’s, that same familiar shade of pink flushing itself across tan skin. “I know your not a drinker but maybe just one to loosen you up ok? You look absolutely miserable.” He joked half heartedly. Giving his cheeks a pinch before pulling his hand back, his palm suddenly feeling empty.

He could see the thoughts tumbling around in gales head, trying to decide whether or not to take John up on his offer. He swore off drinking or anything like it. He didn’t want to turn into the man his daddy was, beatin on Gale when he lost his bets. But he wasn’t like his daddy. He was a good man. With a good woman waiting for him at home. Even if it was a lavender relationship. What was the harm in one drink?

“Fine, but only one. I don’t think my body could take more than one. I don’t think it could even take half a drink.” Gale said, leaning his elbows and chest against the bar. God Bucky needed to get his staring in check before someone pointed it out. He ordered for Gale, a dark brew English beer that wasn’t as good as the ones in the states but it was better than nothing. Sliding it over he watched buck do a sniff test, his nose scrunching adorably in disgust.

“God it smells like piss, and you enjoy drinking it?” He asked, holding the glass up to John’s eye level.

“It’s not the taste or smell that makes it good, it’s how it makes you feel. That’s what’s so great about it. You drink enough to forget it also tastes like piss because your floating in the clouds. No go on, take a drink. If you gotta plug your nose do it.” Bucky encouraged, his eyes locked on Gales plump lips as they touched the rim. How his throat looked swallowing the drink down. He took some pretty decent gulps before setting it down finally, sucking in heavy breaths trying to catch it back.

“God that tasted like shit. I can’t believe this is what yall get excited for everytime we come into town.” He groaned. And then it hit him. That nice fuzzy feeling in his brain, the sudden heaviness of his limbs. Knew he was a lightweight but by god he didn’t know it was this bad.

Um here’s my very shitty wip of a fic I’m trying to get through with writers block

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