With a yawn, he unlocks it and pulls it open, and that yawn becomes a squeak, which becomes a cough, which becomes “Buck?” He squeezes his eyes shut, rubs them with his knuckles, and pries them back open.
Gale is still there in the soft light of the hallway, the leather of his A-3 jacket gleaming and crusher cap angled just-so, toothpick a taunt and temptation both in the corner of his mouth. He’s smirking and, if John didn’t know better, blushing as he gives John a quick once-over. John looks down at himself. Lipstick is still smeared on his nipples. Clearing his throat, he tugs the robe tighter shut, shielding his chest from Gale’s sight.
Blue eyes flick up to his, amusement crystal clear. John feels faint. Perhaps this is how a Victorian felt upon seeing an ankle.
“Hey, Major,” Gale says, his familiar drawl like fingernails over John’s skin, scattering goosebumps. John wants to shiver. He abstains. “You’re a hard man to find.”
Source: peacetime like a liminal space, by mercess – Masters of the Air (TV 2024) [Archive of Our Own]
Adult, post-canon. I read this a while back but somehow don’t think I recced it? Anyways, this is a wonderful POV for a Bucky who’s been trying (in vain, obviously) to fuck Gale out of system with random women in New York. Except Buck finds him and shows him that just maybe, he doesn’t have to get over him at all.