"Yes." He finally answered in a strangled tone of voice, his face turning redder. This was like jumping off of a cliff; there was no turning back from this. "I would." He too a deep breath to steady himself. "But Bucky, there are other ways of feeling good, you know that right? It...doesn't have to be sex. It doesn't even have to be me. You have choices."

He stilled when Bucky tightened his grip on him. "It was as long time ago. There was a dame you were sweet on for a couple months when you were seventeen. Her name was Maggie." He shrugged. "I remember she had blonde hair and you went into far more detail then I liked about it. For me it was during the war bonds tour. One of the chorus girls."