1 Work by alletsa
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“Get out of here, Bucky.”
“What?”
“Leave, please. I’m not myself. Can’t control myself.”
If John could read his mind right now he’d be disgusted. Instead, he places a warm, wide hand on his thigh and squeezes. It’s meant to be comforting, a gesture John’s done a hundred times before, but all Gale can think is how he wants John to grip him harder, pull his legs apart and–
“I’m not leaving you.”
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Gale bails out and lands in a strange poppy field. They do more than make him high.