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[experienceandpatience]

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[podchinyatsya]

Who, Oeznik? He's cool with it. Right?

[ Bucky lifts his eyebrows to the dutiful driver, looking for support. Oeznik merely replies in his non-committal and formal way, "The Baron may see whomever he wishes."

It's not a strict answer (and Oeznik is more or less filling the role of an adult chaperone with two teenage lovebirds), but Bucky winks at Zemo. ]

See, totally fine.

Oh- you brought sunglasses, right?

[experienceandpatience]

[There's a shake of his head at that little exchange and the urge to point out Oeznik is the least of their worries --

But this is Bucky's reputation to ruin if he wants, being seen in a rather public area with a known terrorist. Zemo isn't inclined to say no.

He does give a curious look at the question though.]

Why?

[podchinyatsya]

[ Bucky clicks his tongue. ]

Oh my god, for the disguise.

[experienceandpatience]

The disguise?

[He makes a face at that, incredulous.]

James, I hardly think a pair of sunglasses will hide who I am.

[podchinyatsya]

Have you even been to New York before? People don't care, Z. Unless you do something to draw their attention, you'll just blend right in to the crowd.

[experienceandpatience]

[He wants to argue that his superhero friends may, whoever is left around, but ends up just giving a shake of his head. He's not planning on drawing any more attention to himself than usual after all -- and he's not at all terrible at blending in.]

You may call me Helmut, if you would rather. I wouldn't mind it. [Even if few ever actually use it.]

[podchinyatsya]

[ Bucky covertly squeezes Zemo's knee, just out of sight of Oeznik's steely gaze.

Bucky's used the given name before, but has gotten a bit fond of using it behind closed doors. Then again-- ]

Is that a request?

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A suggestion.

[There's an easier smile at the touch, his hand sliding down to cover Bucky's easily. If he's worried about Oeznik's judgement, he doesn't seem to show it--

and besides, the old man will have the grace to save it for when they're alone anyway.]

I like the way my name sounds on your tongue, regardless of which one you use.

Handwave fluffy Liberty Island trip y/n?🗽

[podchinyatsya]

Y'know I kinda like your nickname.

[ He offers a good-natured leer, flipping his hand over to link their fingers together. ]

At least until your guy Oeznik objects.

y!!

[experienceandpatience]

[The hand holding is-- nice. Unusual and certainly overstepping any sort of friends with benefits arrangement they should likely stick to, for both of their sakes.

But it is nice, and the trip is even nicer. No one recognizes him, or if they do, they don't say anything. It's a nice bit of freedom that he hasn't had in a while.

Even if there's a bittersweet feeling that freedom, true freedom, feels like an odd fit at the moment. When you've lived over eight years in a cell, it's strange to not have that redundancy, that lack of choice.

He still manages to enjoy the day regardless -- whether he and Bucky are discussing the history of the island or the monument, or slyly flirting here and there. Daring to hold hands or stay near each other. It's a day worth remembering.

Eventually, Oeznik returns them to Bucky's home and he takes it upon himself to put away their new clothing. His, as well, even if he shouldn't be so comfortable with this arrangement.]

James-- did you want to go to dinner tonight or order in?

[He had intended on taking them somewhere nice, but... they have been out for the majority of the day. Perhaps staying in wouldn't be so terrible...]

[podchinyatsya]

[ Sensing Zemo's prompt, Bucky quickly agrees. ]

I'm kinda pooped after all the sightseeing. My therapist said it's normal to run out of energy when being around lots of people all day.

[ And he is, but not so much he couldn't find a second wind if Zemo wanted. It doesn't seem that he does though, and that's just fine with Bucky. A nice dinner in could help them recharge after a long, packed day. ]

I could look for some candles if you want to set the mood.

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I suppose it is a bit of an adjustment... [His therapist isn't wrong, most likely.

Zemo pauses at the agreement though, a brief hint of amusement flashing across his features.]

Candles. Very romantic, James. [He shifts to face him, tilting his head curiously.]

I would not say no. Although I am not certain candlelit dinners were supposed to be part of watching me.

[podchinyatsya]

[ Bucky smirks, offering a shrug. ]

Well, my place isn't exactly set up to entertain nobility, Baron. I'd at least need to make some effort.

[ he starts digging through the kitchen junk drawer. ]

[experienceandpatience]

You entertained nobility very well last night, James.

[He gives a wry smile as he looks over his shoulder at Bucky.]

No need to put in more effort than that.

[podchinyatsya]

[ The rustling stops, and Bucky looks over his shoulder, sly. ]

Why Baron, I didn't realize you were in the mood for an appetizer.

[experienceandpatience]

I may be in the mood for many things, James...

[There's a brief smile directed towards Bucky when he notices him looking.]

But to find out, you would have to stop looking for candles for the moment.

[podchinyatsya]

[ Without breaking eye contact, Bucky shuts the drawer with a definitive 'thunk'. ]

I think we can do without.

[experienceandpatience]

[Well, then--

Zemo takes a step towards Bucky then, amusement playing across his features as he closes the distance--

and then reaches up to pull him into a proper kiss, letting it linger for a bit.]

Then a little treat before dinner, yes?

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[ The kiss is briefer than he'd like but still sweet with a bit of heat on the edge. More than enough to whet his appetite. Bucky grins, his gaze lingering on Zemo's lips. ]

What's on the menu, Baron?

[experienceandpatience]

[He nudges at Bucky then, pushing him back against the nearest counter as he leans up for another kiss. This one is deeper, hungrier as his hands slide down to hook in the other's waistband.]

I thought perhaps I want you in my mouth. [He tilts his head.] Although I would not say no to being bent over the counter either.

[podchinyatsya]

[ the heat of that kiss and deft fingers hooking his his waistband is enough to send blood rushing south. Just a tease really, and Bucky is already beginning to harden.

Voice rough, he grips the countertop behind himself, unable to stop his hips arching forward. ]

Save some for the main course.

[experienceandpatience]

What, James? Are you afraid I will wear you out?

[There's a teasing look as his hand slips from Bucky's waistband to slide down over the front of his thighs, teasing at the muscle there.]

[podchinyatsya]

[ It's increasingly difficult to compose a witty reply when Zemo's squeezing at his thigh. His breath hitches, but he recovers...eventually. ]

I think we both know who wears out first.

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[He makes a show of sinking down to his knees then, watching Bucky as he works open the fly of his trousers, tugs at the fabric to get it down.]

Perhaps I'm hoping you will fuck me until I'm so exhausted, I can't even think beyond you, James.

And then fuck me again for good measure.

[podchinyatsya]

[ Bucky holds his breath as Zemo sinks down, wanting to comb his fingers through Zemo's hair but gripping the counter instead. His comment had mostly been a tease, but Zemo's reply plants a little seed of idea in the back of his mind that immediately starts to take root. Much as he wants to continue their food-themed banter, he finds clever words increasingly hard to come by.

In a rough murmur: ] I can arrange that.