[SteveRogers_andhiseggs]

Knocking their knees together to better angle himself, Steve was uncomfortably shifting on the far too noisy vinyl covering of the booth. With a grip a bit stronger than he planned for, he was cupping the side of Bucky's rugged jaw, trailing down the beard he'd been growing out over the past few weeks. He always thought beards suited Bucky's face better.

There was a sigh, held back and soft as it caught in his throat. "Secret, yes. But, bad? I mean, I don't think it's bad, at least..." Steve knew he was stalling, could see Bucky knew too; his lips were sucked in and he was patiently watching him, but his bouncing leg suggested he wanted him to hurry up.