can't get you (out of my head)

“how long we here for?” sam asked, settling down into the sand on the edge of the water. he brought the bottle of rum he was carrying to his lips and downed one long, smooth gulp that stirred something within bucky he didn’t want to question. “buck?”“three days,” bucky replied, easing into the spot next to sam. "give or take."the moon hung heavy in the sky, casting a pale glow against everything beneath it, somehow making sam appear even more beautiful, even more enticing, and therefore even more difficult for bucky to take his eyes off of.“well, we can’t stay here,” sam said, oblivious to bucky's eyes on him. “i don’t think i can go another day without a hot shower and some real food. that so-called safe house needs to be restocked.”“what?” bucky asked, smirking. “canned meat not to your liking?” he stole another glance at sam splayed out in the sand, his head tilted back and bathed in white light. this time, sam caught him staring and bucky quickly averted his gaze, eyes fixed on his own hands as sam chuckled.