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[experienceandpatience]

Should I remind you that you said it first?

[How is this man over one hundred years old...]

I'm also doubting your ability to even be able to perform at the moment...

[podchinyatsya]

[ Because age is just a number, Helmut. ]

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[experienceandpatience]

We'll see, I suppose.

[It's almost fun, riling Bucky up honestly.]

I can give you a thorough review in the morning, even.

[podchinyatsya]

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[ when Zemo does arrive, Bucky is not asleep! He's puttering about the house making sure his place doesn't look so damn barren and not-lived-in. And he's only marginally more sober! ]

[experienceandpatience]

[He doesn't respond to that 'threat', although it does earn a quiet chuckle.

When he arrives at Bucky's, it isn't a terribly long wait, not entirely sure what he'll find when he enters his house... but that's part of the adventure, isn't it?]

James?

[podchinyatsya]

[ Bucky doesn't so much welcome Zemo in as appear suddenly in the entryway, face a little flushed as he spreads his arms wide. His eyes, still glassy, land on Zemo with enthusiasm. ]

Heyyy. Glad you made it. Welcome to casa-de-Barnes, sorry it's underwhelming. C'mon, I still have booze left.

[ He's not outright slurring, but there's a definite overlap to the tail end of certain words with the beginnings of the next. Bucky beckons Zemo over towards his meager bar, where a mostly empty bottle of whiskey sits by itself. ]

[experienceandpatience]

I brought you a bottle of something better. You should say thank you, James.

[Although he really shouldn't have from the looks of how much he's already had... Ah, well.

The bottle of more expensive alcohol is placed on the small bar before he gives an expectant look.]

A kiss would do it.

[Although he can't help but notice the lack of-- anything personal, really. Only what's necessary for survival.]

[podchinyatsya]

[ the words are barely out of Zemo's mouth before Bucky is claiming his lips with a sloppy kiss. His breath is whiskey-tinged, cheap shit that really Zemo shouldn't be sullied with. There's little time wasted before he goes for tongue, pushing Zemo against the spartan countertop.

Well, you asked, Helmut. ]

[experienceandpatience]

[He asked for a kiss. This is decidedly a little bit... more. Bucky manages to draw out a low noise as his back meets the counter's edge.

He tastes exactly like the cheap whiskey he's been drinking all night. Something not quite to Zemo's usual tastes. No wonder he wanted better alcohol.

He only lets Bucky indulge for a moment before he's trying to nudge him back.]

James-- [He turns his head with a quiet chuckle.] This is quite a show of appreciation, but I haven't even slipped out of my coat yet.

[podchinyatsya]

On it.

[ Bucky reaches to push the coat from Zemo's shoulders, hands a little less nimble than normal. It's entirely possible that wasn't Zemo's way of asking for help removing it, but here they are. ]

[experienceandpatience]

James--

[He squirms as Bucky tugs at his coat, trying to help him along with removing it at least.]

You do have a bed, don't you?"

[podchinyatsya]

Yeah-- [ in between planting open mouth kisses along Zemo's neck ] Not tired.

[experienceandpatience]

You're also very drunk.

[Drunk and very eager, apparently. He lets out a breath as lips move to his neck, tilting his head.]

Slow down... [He nudges at Bucky's shoulders again.] Ah-- I'm not certain this is appropriate, James.

[podchinyatsya]

[ that gets his attention, and he snaps to, taking a step back as if spooked. ]

Ohfuck, Z, I'm sorry. Jesus, you come over to drop something off 'n I just put my mitts all over you.

[ To a man who was made an automaton, consent is critically important. Sure, they've fucked before but Zemo isn't asking, and maybe isn't so keen tonight for that...or because Bucky's three sheets to the wind.

He rubs the back of his neck, taking another step to put more space between them. ]

Youuu should probably take that nice liquor back. I think I've had enough.

[experienceandpatience]

[ That was perhaps a stronger reaction than he meant to inspire. But it earns an affectionate smile from him. Careful even when he's drunk. It's a far cry from the reactions he used to coax from the man. ]

No apologies needed, James. I'm hardly upset. And that bottle is yours... consider it a belated house warming gift.

[ In an attempt to soothe any concerns, Zemo steps in closer, sliding a hand up Bucky's chest to his shoulder before drawing him in closer. ]

I'm more concerned about taking advantage of you than the other way around. I can hardly think of a time when I wouldn't want you...

[ there's a pause, amused. ]

You called me Z again.

[podchinyatsya]

Ehh, you couldn't take advantage of me. Brain's fixed now. [ He semi-slurs, leaning into the touch as he taps his temple. ] Besides, I'm stronger than you even when I'm shitfaced.

[ Which likely isn't the point, but his alcohol-soaked mind isn't really connecting dots logically.

Then he huffs, looking down as if suddenly shy. Bucky blushes a little, biting his bottom lip like a teenager might do with their crush. ]

Yeah.

[experienceandpatience]

[Their strength isn't really what he was referring to, no, but Zemo lets out a quiet, charmed chuckle.]

Thank you for your kind reassurances, James.

[He teases lightly.]

You may call me Z if you want. I like it. [He nudges a shoulder against him fondly. More for the fondness and familiarity it implies than any actual nickname.]

[podchinyatsya]

Yeah?

[ He bites his lip again, coy, as Zemo nudges him. Encouraged by their playful banter, Bucky leans in to give Zemo a quick smooch before resuming his bashful routine. ]

[experienceandpatience]

[It's actually rather-- charming. The coy routine. He shifts in closer, leaning in for a bit of a longer kiss.]

Yes. [He lets out a soft laugh.] Why are you so shy, James? Quite a change from the man who texted me for alcohol and sex earlier...

[podchinyatsya]

[ a bit dazed, he blinks before protesting. ]

I'm not!!

You just...I dunno, make me feel all flustered when you say you like things I do. [ a shrug. ] Can't say why.

[ Alcohol and sex aren't off the table! Just- suspended for a moment. Briefly. ]

[experienceandpatience]

[He arches a brow at that confession before he reaches out to slide a hand into Bucky's, giving him a tug.]

Then I will have to remember to tell you what I like about you more often. [He gives a short smile.]

But for now, let's sit, James.

[podchinyatsya]

Sit? Are we having a round? Because I'm pretty sure I've had enough.

[ But he's not protesting, following Zemo's lead as easily as breathing. ]

[experienceandpatience]

I'm sure you've had enough as well. But I thought you wanted my company... was there something else you had in mind, James?

[He looks over his shoulder, giving a teasing look over.]

Ah, I suppose there was. You seemed rather eager to have me over your bar earlier...

[podchinyatsya]

I mean, the bedroom's right over there.

[ Not that it's as resplendent as Zemo's. But he is sleeping in his physical bed more now, and not the floor! ]

Unless you want me to bend you over the bar...

[experienceandpatience]

[Tiny steps! Zemo would be proud. Although now, he's just arching a brow at Bucky.]

It has its appeal, certainly. But I think it's only proper that I see your bed at some point as well...

[There's a more mischievous look as he takes a step away from Bucky, eyes scanning around his home.]

Perhaps I don't want a single area of your home to be without some memory of us, together.