but still the cake was eaten;

No pretty girl had ever arisen any feelings akin to the sheer elation he’d felt when Bucky had crowded him up against the tiled showers in the boys’ locker room of Fort Hamilton High School. When Steve’d had a towel ‘round his waist, and a new, purpling bruise blooming around one eye. When Bucky had leant in close, and whispered in Steve’s left ear, his good one, can’t make it easy on me, can you, Rogers? I’ll always worry ‘bout you, won’t I? When Steve had shoved Bucky back, hands on his chest, a little indignant and a little aroused. When the arousal had predictably won out, and Steve had risked it all, pulling Bucky close by his cheeks and smashing their mouths together. When Bucky had kissed him back. No pretty girl could come close.