That Guy With The Mouth!

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"Ooh, yes, I know a guy… You, me, and the green fairy, and no sand in your arm, and beach sex." He was getting more and more excited about it.

"Mmmm… this is starting to sound like the best idea EVER." he hummed happily. "Steve left me his number. I’m going to text him, let him know we’re leaving town, just so SHIELD doesn’t freak out and lock down the airport or something when we try to leave."

"That’s probably a really good idea. I’m so glad you’re the one planning this." He sat up and stretched.

Bucky was glad Wade was cool with him contacting Steve for practical reasons. He had a feeling if he had done it without telling Wade, he would have gotten jealous or something.

He stood up and stretched as well, his spine crackling in objection from sitting too long. “Perfect. So shopping tomorrow, I’ll make a list before we go, what we need to buy, bring, and what we should pick up down there for practical purposes.”

"Yes, good. That sounds good." Of course, he laid right back down across the couch. "You should totally just stay in charge. All the time. You have your shit together."

And, yes. He would’ve been insanely jealous if Bucky hadn’t told him first and he had found out on his own.

Bucky couldn’t resist. It was too good a line to pass up acting on. He crawled over the arm of the couch to lay on top of Wade. “Oh yeah? I should be in charge all the time, huh?” he said. “About everything?” he purred, leaning down to kiss insistently as Wade’s neck, wrapping his arms around him. He was happy, and with the plans going so well, now he was kind of horny.

Wade broke into a fit of giggles once he realized his mistake. “Okay, maybe not all the time, because sometimes I’m good at things, but when it’s important then I’ll let you do it. Because. Yeah.”

But he wrapped himself all around Bucky, as much as he could, since he was so affectionate.

It didn’t take Bucky long at all to start getting handsy with Wade, his arms sliding down to knead at his ass as he ravaged his mouth with passionate kisses.

"Don’t you… have to… ho back to work..
at some point today?” He managed to ask around his mouth, though he was equally as handsy

"Where is everyone? To me my X-Men? Avengers assemble? Holla atcha boy? Somebody—"

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"Done." he said with a grin. A few moment of clicking and it was booked, as well as a flight down for two days from now. "We’ll have to travel light, Wade. No guns, no knives, especially not the Girls." he said, nodding at the two Katana in the umbrella stand. "We’ll go shopping tomorrow, for lame tropical shirts and swim trunks. And suits. I wanna dress you up all sharp and take you to one of those classy five-star restaurants while we’re there." He said with a seductive little smirk.

He cast a longing look to his beloved swords, but nodded all the same. “You gotta let me bring something, though. I mean, my shurikens, at least.” He didn’t like the thought of being defenseless and it showed. “I’ll wear whatever you want and let you take me wherever you want if you let me have something. One thing. One switchblade it something. Brass knuckles. Whatever.”

He considered it for a moment or two. “Hmm… One of the black carbon fiber knives probably has the best shot of getting past airport security. You can take one of those.” he finally said.

Looking relieved, he put his arms around him . “I’m so glad I have you. You’re so smart and logical.”

He smiled warmly at him. “I try. Though I’ve seen you hand-to-hand work, I don’t see why you need a knife. You’ve got plenty of skill without a weapon…”

"It just kinda makes me feel safer. I know it doesn’t make any sense, but it does…"


"Hey babe, it’s cool. As long as you don’t get caught and spoil the experience before we even get off the ground." He leaned in and kissed his cheek before resting his head on his shoulder. "I’ve never been on a vacation before… Only time I got to travel was when I had to kill people…"

"Oh, vacation is great! I mean, I don’t usually actually vacation either, I go to exotic places and meet interesting people and kill them, but…. I imagine vacation is great."

"Well gee… what on earth are we going to do with a whole week down there if we’re not busy murdering people?" he asked with sarcastic innocence.

"We’re gonna build sand castles! And swim with dolphins! And see fish and coral reefs! And get drunk! And have sex on the beach! And wrestle a gator! And eat one! And ride a manatee! And, um…."

Bucky laughed at his enthusiasm, shutting up his rambling with a quick, tongue-filled kiss. “You realize that I have to consume ridiculous amounts of alcohol to get drunk, right? Something about the serum and my metabolism.” He pondered for a moment, looking down at his metal hand. “… I need to look into getting an athletic sleeve for this or something. I really, really don’t want to get sand grinding into every nook and cranny of it….”

He was almost glad Bucky had stopped him to kissed him. He was running out of ideas. “So do I. I mean, I don’t get drunk either. But, you know, we could just act drunk for the hell of it…. we could do that. We could just cut a sleeve off of one of my compression shirts?”

"Or…" he said suggestively. "We could scare up a bottle of something really NASTY and see what happen. Like absinthe or that shit they make from peyote." He winked.

"That could work. I’ll pick up a glove and some tape for the edges too." he said thoughfully.

"Ooh, yes, I know a guy… You, me, and the green fairy, and no sand in your arm, and beach sex." He was getting more and more excited about it.

"Mmmm… this is starting to sound like the best idea EVER." he hummed happily. "Steve left me his number. I’m going to text him, let him know we’re leaving town, just so SHIELD doesn’t freak out and lock down the airport or something when we try to leave."

"That’s probably a really good idea. I’m so glad you’re the one planning this." He sat up and stretched.

Bucky was glad Wade was cool with him contacting Steve for practical reasons. He had a feeling if he had done it without telling Wade, he would have gotten jealous or something.

He stood up and stretched as well, his spine crackling in objection from sitting too long. “Perfect. So shopping tomorrow, I’ll make a list before we go, what we need to buy, bring, and what we should pick up down there for practical purposes.”

"Yes, good. That sounds good." Of course, he laid right back down across the couch. "You should totally just stay in charge. All the time. You have your shit together."

And, yes. He would’ve been insanely jealous if Bucky hadn’t told him first and he had found out on his own.

Bucky couldn’t resist. It was too good a line to pass up acting on. He crawled over the arm of the couch to lay on top of Wade. “Oh yeah? I should be in charge all the time, huh?” he said. “About everything?” he purred, leaning down to kiss insistently as Wade’s neck, wrapping his arms around him. He was happy, and with the plans going so well, now he was kind of horny.

Wade broke into a fit of giggles once he realized his mistake. “Okay, maybe not all the time, because sometimes I’m good at things, but when it’s important then I’ll let you do it. Because. Yeah.”

But he wrapped himself all around Bucky, as much as he could, since he was so affectionate.

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"Done." he said with a grin. A few moment of clicking and it was booked, as well as a flight down for two days from now. "We’ll have to travel light, Wade. No guns, no knives, especially not the Girls." he said, nodding at the two Katana in the umbrella stand. "We’ll go shopping tomorrow, for lame tropical shirts and swim trunks. And suits. I wanna dress you up all sharp and take you to one of those classy five-star restaurants while we’re there." He said with a seductive little smirk.

He cast a longing look to his beloved swords, but nodded all the same. “You gotta let me bring something, though. I mean, my shurikens, at least.” He didn’t like the thought of being defenseless and it showed. “I’ll wear whatever you want and let you take me wherever you want if you let me have something. One thing. One switchblade it something. Brass knuckles. Whatever.”

He considered it for a moment or two. “Hmm… One of the black carbon fiber knives probably has the best shot of getting past airport security. You can take one of those.” he finally said.

Looking relieved, he put his arms around him . “I’m so glad I have you. You’re so smart and logical.”

He smiled warmly at him. “I try. Though I’ve seen you hand-to-hand work, I don’t see why you need a knife. You’ve got plenty of skill without a weapon…”

"It just kinda makes me feel safer. I know it doesn’t make any sense, but it does…"


"Hey babe, it’s cool. As long as you don’t get caught and spoil the experience before we even get off the ground." He leaned in and kissed his cheek before resting his head on his shoulder. "I’ve never been on a vacation before… Only time I got to travel was when I had to kill people…"

"Oh, vacation is great! I mean, I don’t usually actually vacation either, I go to exotic places and meet interesting people and kill them, but…. I imagine vacation is great."

"Well gee… what on earth are we going to do with a whole week down there if we’re not busy murdering people?" he asked with sarcastic innocence.

"We’re gonna build sand castles! And swim with dolphins! And see fish and coral reefs! And get drunk! And have sex on the beach! And wrestle a gator! And eat one! And ride a manatee! And, um…."

Bucky laughed at his enthusiasm, shutting up his rambling with a quick, tongue-filled kiss. “You realize that I have to consume ridiculous amounts of alcohol to get drunk, right? Something about the serum and my metabolism.” He pondered for a moment, looking down at his metal hand. “… I need to look into getting an athletic sleeve for this or something. I really, really don’t want to get sand grinding into every nook and cranny of it….”

He was almost glad Bucky had stopped him to kissed him. He was running out of ideas. “So do I. I mean, I don’t get drunk either. But, you know, we could just act drunk for the hell of it…. we could do that. We could just cut a sleeve off of one of my compression shirts?”

"Or…" he said suggestively. "We could scare up a bottle of something really NASTY and see what happen. Like absinthe or that shit they make from peyote." He winked.

"That could work. I’ll pick up a glove and some tape for the edges too." he said thoughfully.

"Ooh, yes, I know a guy… You, me, and the green fairy, and no sand in your arm, and beach sex." He was getting more and more excited about it.

"Mmmm… this is starting to sound like the best idea EVER." he hummed happily. "Steve left me his number. I’m going to text him, let him know we’re leaving town, just so SHIELD doesn’t freak out and lock down the airport or something when we try to leave."

"That’s probably a really good idea. I’m so glad you’re the one planning this." He sat up and stretched.

Bucky was glad Wade was cool with him contacting Steve for practical reasons. He had a feeling if he had done it without telling Wade, he would have gotten jealous or something.

He stood up and stretched as well, his spine crackling in objection from sitting too long. “Perfect. So shopping tomorrow, I’ll make a list before we go, what we need to buy, bring, and what we should pick up down there for practical purposes.”

"Yes, good. That sounds good." Of course, he laid right back down across the couch. "You should totally just stay in charge. All the time. You have your shit together."

And, yes. He would’ve been insanely jealous if Bucky hadn’t told him first and he had found out on his own.

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* One vodka shot = 30mL of 40% ABV vodka

* One (Imperial) pint = 568mL of 5% ABV beer
(A US pint is less, 473mL)

1] “Tipsy” defined as 0.05 BAC (Blood Alcohol Content). This is the legal limit for driving in many countries. At this level of intoxication most people would experience a sense of well-being, some lowering of inhibitions and impairment of reasoning, but no obvious speech or movement impairment.

2] “Drunk” defined as 0.15 BAC (Blood Alcohol Content). At this level of intoxication most people would experience major impairment of mental and physical functions including blurred vision, impaired speech, severe lack of judgement and difficulty standing or walking.

Theoretically Steve Rogers should still be able to get drunk — but I can understand why he thought he couldn’t.

For full details of calculations and assumptions behind these data, see here.

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"Done." he said with a grin. A few moment of clicking and it was booked, as well as a flight down for two days from now. "We’ll have to travel light, Wade. No guns, no knives, especially not the Girls." he said, nodding at the two Katana in the umbrella stand. "We’ll go shopping tomorrow, for lame tropical shirts and swim trunks. And suits. I wanna dress you up all sharp and take you to one of those classy five-star restaurants while we’re there." He said with a seductive little smirk.

He cast a longing look to his beloved swords, but nodded all the same. “You gotta let me bring something, though. I mean, my shurikens, at least.” He didn’t like the thought of being defenseless and it showed. “I’ll wear whatever you want and let you take me wherever you want if you let me have something. One thing. One switchblade it something. Brass knuckles. Whatever.”

He considered it for a moment or two. “Hmm… One of the black carbon fiber knives probably has the best shot of getting past airport security. You can take one of those.” he finally said.

Looking relieved, he put his arms around him . “I’m so glad I have you. You’re so smart and logical.”

He smiled warmly at him. “I try. Though I’ve seen you hand-to-hand work, I don’t see why you need a knife. You’ve got plenty of skill without a weapon…”

"It just kinda makes me feel safer. I know it doesn’t make any sense, but it does…"


"Hey babe, it’s cool. As long as you don’t get caught and spoil the experience before we even get off the ground." He leaned in and kissed his cheek before resting his head on his shoulder. "I’ve never been on a vacation before… Only time I got to travel was when I had to kill people…"

"Oh, vacation is great! I mean, I don’t usually actually vacation either, I go to exotic places and meet interesting people and kill them, but…. I imagine vacation is great."

"Well gee… what on earth are we going to do with a whole week down there if we’re not busy murdering people?" he asked with sarcastic innocence.

"We’re gonna build sand castles! And swim with dolphins! And see fish and coral reefs! And get drunk! And have sex on the beach! And wrestle a gator! And eat one! And ride a manatee! And, um…."

Bucky laughed at his enthusiasm, shutting up his rambling with a quick, tongue-filled kiss. “You realize that I have to consume ridiculous amounts of alcohol to get drunk, right? Something about the serum and my metabolism.” He pondered for a moment, looking down at his metal hand. “… I need to look into getting an athletic sleeve for this or something. I really, really don’t want to get sand grinding into every nook and cranny of it….”

He was almost glad Bucky had stopped him to kissed him. He was running out of ideas. “So do I. I mean, I don’t get drunk either. But, you know, we could just act drunk for the hell of it…. we could do that. We could just cut a sleeve off of one of my compression shirts?”

"Or…" he said suggestively. "We could scare up a bottle of something really NASTY and see what happen. Like absinthe or that shit they make from peyote." He winked.

"That could work. I’ll pick up a glove and some tape for the edges too." he said thoughfully.

"Ooh, yes, I know a guy… You, me, and the green fairy, and no sand in your arm, and beach sex." He was getting more and more excited about it.

"Mmmm… this is starting to sound like the best idea EVER." he hummed happily. "Steve left me his number. I’m going to text him, let him know we’re leaving town, just so SHIELD doesn’t freak out and lock down the airport or something when we try to leave."

"That’s probably a really good idea. I’m so glad you’re the one planning this." He sat up and stretched.