>>>send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and iâll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it.>>>> I'm singing Little Pink Houses right now. Loves me some Mellencamp.
Okay - take two. (I swear doing these with a kitten is So Much Work if he isnât turning off the wifi heâs closing windows). Little Pink Houses - is my retired assassins AU. With the boys ending up in an idealized version of Small Town America lol - Bucky Barnes wants to retire - unfortunately retiring from being an assassin means faking your death and going on the run and off the grid. When he grows tired of running and decides to take a break he finds himself in a small town in Northern Wisconsin. Itâs there that he meets Clint Barton another transplant to the community and sparks fly. Does he dare settle down and allow roots to grow? And what secrets does Clint have in his past? A snippet from the Fourth of July: Clint turned to him after a particularly lovely shell went off, gold shimmering in a curtain and flaring orange at the end. The shell after it shown in his eyes and Bucky was helpless, he leaned in and pressed their lips together. Clint let out a soft little sigh and swayed against him, opening his mouth to let Bucky in. The kiss deepened though they both held back, aware that they were in public surrounded by not only adults but children too. It was a pity really because now that Bucky had had a taste of Clint he wanted more. Still, propriety was important and with reluctance they pulled apart. Clint slid his hand down Bucky's back to curl against his waist as he turned back to watch the fireworks. The air was already warm but the parts of Bucky that Clint was touching - his waist, his side, felt like they were on fire. He took several slow breathes in through his mouth trying to ease his racing mind.
This was happening.
The remainder of the fireworks passed in a blur of color and light and Bucky enjoyed them, technically, but he was far too distracted by the feel of Clint's hand caressing him at his hip, slow and mesmerizing. He bit back a noise when Clint shifted, sliding his hand back across Bucky's lower back in order to link their hands together. It was almost embarrassing how keyed up he was, but it had been such a long time since he'd entertained an attraction to someone. So long since he'd been intimate with another person. Everything felt bigger somehow, better and more intense.Â
 They joined the crowd in exiting the grandstand, Mrs. Abernathy from down the street glancing at their hands and giving Bucky a knowing look. Another young couple winked at them and Bucky knew they'd been caught out kissing under the fireworks. Oh well, if the worst that happened was a few smirks and winks he could deal. He and Clint ambled back across the bridge, not in any particular rush despite the anticipation making his gut squirm with delight. Clint didn't let go of his hand when they reached the house, didn't lead them to the front door either, instead he made his way up the stairs to Bucky's door. It seemed whatever it was they were going to end up doing they would do it in Bucky's space. It was thoughtful if unnecessary, Bucky was comfortable with the idea of being in Clint's apartment, and made him want to kiss Clint senseless. WIP Ask Game
