"Hold still!" Protested an agitated Steve.
Bucky huffed in response but settled down. The two of them were sprawled haphazardly on Steve's couch, Steve with a sketchbook and a set of nice pencils and Bucky with his phone. He ran a hand through this hair and pulled it up into a messy bun, causing Steve to protest loudly.
"Are you kidding me? I was almost finished drawing your hair. Take it out."
When his model refused to acquiesce, the frail boy leaned forward and took the task upon himself. Steve fumbled with the hair tie in Bucky's hair, his eyes and slim fingers so occupied with the dark strands that he remained oblivious to the sudden change of expression on the other boy's face. Bucky inhaled sharply and Steve jerked away.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" He began immediately.
"No, it's alright. Let me."
Bucky slowly reached up and undid the hair tie, maintaining eye contact with a blushing Steve. He brought his hand forward and dropped the little rubber band in Steve's. "Go ahead." He prompted the smaller boy, nodding his permission and making Steve's cheeks warm.
"I'm gonna," Steve began. "Just gonna…" He trailed off and leaned in towards the taller boy. Bucky felt the gentle touch of Steve's hands as they enveloped themselves in his thick hair, and truth be told, it sent shivers down his spine. As Steve arranged Bucky's hair so that it resembled how it laid just a few moments before, Bucky found himself unable to concentrate on anything. He needed a cigarette.
"There." Came a firm voice, "Now don't move."
"Well hurry up then," Bucky snapped. "I need a smoke."
This seemed to catch Steve off guard and Bucky was instantly awash with regret at his hastily spoken words. "I didn't mean that," He said hurriedly, "I wouldn't, not around your lungs."
Steve looked pensive. "Stay put." He declared after a moment, setting down his sketchbook and sticking a pencil in-between his teeth. The small boy rose from the couch and padded off towards a different room, only to return a moment later with a lollipop in his grasp. He offered it silently to his unruly companion and in turn received a confused glance.
"My grandma smoked." Was all he gave as an explanation.
With a moment's hesitation Bucky accepted the offering. He shoved the wrapper in the back pocket of his black jeans and the candy in his mouth. Steve blushed and looked towards his art supplies. This small action did not escape Bucky's attention and with a wicked smile he said "Draw me like one of your french girls," deepening the red in the other boy's cheeks.
"Shut up, punk." Said Steve in return, but he couldn't help adding in the lollipop to his drawing. Something about Bucky's mouth made it hard to breathe and he was starting to think it wasn't just the fact that there was usually a cigarette between those lips.
From that point on, Bucky was perpetually sucking on a lollipop and Steve was struggling to catch his breath. He thought that turning Bucky's addiction from nicotine to sugar would have helped with his lungs. Instead he had just ended up trading smoke for something equally as asphyxiating.