orangetoughguy | phone post

I'm askin' because right now it kinda sounds like you're just along for the ride.

[Neither, says the cawp.]

[He kind of seems a little taken aback by that statement. His voice is very steady, and serious]

What do you mean?

[It's a genuine question: as if Steve would ask any other kind, when it comes to this]

It don't sound like you know what you want. Your guy, he makes all the moves, calls the shots, you go with it.

[Duh maybe that's why he's talking to you, Freddy.]

I've never been in a relationship like this before.

[He sounds so careful about it, not embarrassed]

I kissed him first.

When was the last time you had one period?

[Not said in an insulting way, just curious because...it's Steve.]

I don't know if Peggy counts. We never got a real chance.

If she doesn't, then none.

[Smooooooooooke...okay not tackling the virginity issue.]

I see. So, what do you wanna talk about?

[Wait.]

Do you think that's a problem? That I'm stumbling through it?

[Again: honest question]

What? No! I just...I'm surprised, that's all.

[Shruuuuug.]

Because... [You're Captain fucking America.] Shit man, not even with a girl?

[Steve shakes his head]

Girls weren't exactly lining up around the block to dance with a guy they could step on.

And then...it just didn't seem important.

[He's never met dinky Steve Rogers so it's hard to process him looking any less than he does right now.]

Hey I'm a smaller guy too.

[Steve holds his hands up in a 'that's not really what I meant' fashion]

I was shorter than you. Skinny, too, and I could never catch my breath.

I guess.

[Spoke like a truly skeptical man because damn look at Steve now.]

So does he know what he's doing?

More than I do, that's for sure.

Well that's what I'm saying. You're following along, right?

[There has to be something he can use as an ashtray around here.]

[Oh, oh, now Steve gets it. He nods, and notices Orange searching for an ashtray. He and Bucky don't smoke but he grabs an empty beer can from the counter (Bucky, trash, really) and pushes it his way.]

Yeah, I guess I am.

I kind of wish I could surprise him.

[Tap tap tap right into the can.]

What do you mean?

I guess what I mean is that I would like to bring something to it.

So I'm not just following along.

[From his tone it's clear that this is just musing.]

Not like it would be easier for me if it were a dame, at least.

It depends on the dame. Some of'em will let you--anyway.

[Maybe that's moving too fast for Steve Rogers, ahem.] Basically you wanna be a saint in the kitchen and a whore in bed, right? They said that back then, I'm pretty sure.

[He tilts his head at the first part of the conversation, and then just.

Well.

If he were eating something he would choke but as he's not his jaw just drops, and he snaps it back up]

Yes, it's something some people say.

[Some people not being Steve because he doesn't really care for the word "whore."

He prefers "lady of the night."

He's reddening up]

I'd just like to...are you sure talking about this is okay?

[Steve you're so cute if Freddy wasn't Freddy he'd insist on having the guy practice on him and don't think the idea doesn't cross his mind at all. It does just briefly so and Orange is an upstanding sort of man enough not to act on the impulse. Also White would be enraged.]

Man are you sure you wanna talk about this with me? Because I'm not the go-to guy for the emotional comin' fuckin' clean about it business. [Seeing as how Freddy can talk about gargling dick but he can't for the life of him talk about loving another man.] But if you wanna know how uh...how it works, I'm here for you, Steve.

[Hand clapping down on his shoulder while he finishes this smoke.]

Oh, the emotional-

No, no, I don't need help with that.

[Sigh and a pause]

It's the physical stuff that I can't...listen, Freddy. You're the only one I can talk to about any of this.

[Giddy feelings of giddiness. Why Freddy Newendyke of all people who knows, but Captain America is coming to him for help.]

I am all fucking ears for you.

[Empty hands, arms crossing, look at him ready to listen and gesticulate as necessary.]

[A deep breath]

Well, with a dame it's all pretty...I mean, I know how it works. With a fella...not so much.

[Wait that came out wrong. Gosh this is hard]

Hands and mouth, that's what it is, right? Should I be expecting something else?

..... [Oh he was afraid of this.] A chick's got hands and a mouth too. She's also got an ass.

[Let's see where that goes first.]

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