Bruises and Drunken Heart Tattoos (слэш)

Bucky forced himself to roll over and nuzzled his nose in the crook of Steve’s shoulder. “Steve,” his voice came out a whispery moan. “Get me some aspirin or Advil.”
Steve groaned and tried to shrug Bucky off of him.
Bucky wrapped an arm around Steve’s waist, refusing to let his boyfriend ignore his plight. “Too much to drink last night.”
“Me too,” Steve grumbled, twisting his head so his lips brushed Bucky’s forehead.
Bucky smiled, a contented warmth spreading through him at the simple gesture of affection.
His happiness was cut short by the sound of a glass being set on the nightstand.
Bucky’s eyes flew open and he shot up, ignoring his headache.
An older man in his thirties was standing over Bucky with a bottle of aspirin in one hand, and the fingers of his other hand still gripping the rim of the cup he’d set down on the nightstand. Amber eyes blinked at Bucky in mild surprise. The man’s lips curved into a teasing smirk.
“I hope I'm not interrupting anything."