For Steve

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[It's blisteringly hot, a real heat wave this July, and Bucky isn't happy for it. Sure, the hot weather is usually kinder to Steve than the cold of winter for his chest, but he lugs crates around at the docks for money and it's sure not pleasant in these temperatures. It'll be worth picking up those extra hours, worth all the sweat, when he gets to give Steve his birthday present.

Oh, sure, he'll probably get yelled at a bit. They can't really afford presents, they'd agreed on that when last Christmas came around, but he just couldn't let Steve's birthday go unremarked. He doesn't get to do as much for his friend as he'd like; he can't walk down the street with him on his arm and show the world that Steve's his best guy, he can't kiss him where anyone might see. It's just how it is, neither one of them want to end up in jail for the crime of loving someone they weren't supposed to.

So, damn it all, he's going to celebrate this birthday.

He's got the three little parcels concealed in his bag and he's practically jogging home, he doesn't want to miss the start of the fireworks that Steve still believes are just for his birthday. He practically slams in the door of their little tenement.]

Steve? Hey! You here?

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[ How could love that felt so right be considered so wrong? Illegal and outlawed, in fact, but they were always so careful with being with each other and in public they appeared as any two friends would. Bucky even learned plenty of extra points for taking care of someone so sickly and damaged. He know how people spoke of him and many found him a waste of space and resources. Their society was not kind to the disabled to say the least.

What would he ever do without Bucky?

Grinning up at the man at the change in position, he couldn't hold back the low groan at the feel of Bucky's tongue. Arching up into the motions, one of his hands reached out to grab onto Bucky's shoulder. Damn. ]

So good, Buck. Somethin' better to do with that mouth of yours.