love is pain reinvented

Sam’s voice came through bright and smug, like he’d been waiting all day for this exact moment. “What’s your plans for this weekend, Buck?”

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. “No clue. You?”

“Damn,” Sam drawled, stretching the word out like warm taffy. “I was hoping I could do y’all this weekend.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed at the ceiling. He could hear the grin in Sam’s voice, that cocky, shit-eating grin that sold millions of subscriptions on its own. “Don’t start, Sam.”

“I’m just saying,” Sam continued, completely ignoring the warning. “You know I love that thing she does with her tongue when she’s got both of us in her mouth at the same time. The little swirl thing? Jesus Christ. I dream about that swirl, man. I woke up hard as a rock at 3 a.m. last night thinking about it. Had to jerk off twice just to get back to sleep.”

Bucky’s grip tightened on the phone. Heat crawled up the back of his neck, equal parts irritation and something a lot less innocent. “You’re a menace.”

“I’m a professional,” Sam corrected cheerfully. “A professional who knows chemistry when he sees it. And the three of us? Baby, that’s not just chemistry. That’s a goddamn fireworks show. Remember last time? When she came so hard she cried and you looked at me like you wanted to kill me and thank me at the same time? I still watch that clip when I need a pick-me-up. Top-tier content. Five stars. Would recommend to all my friends.”

Bucky dropped his head back against the couch cushion, staring at the fan spinning lazy circles overhead. “We’ve got schedules. She’s got that solo shoot on Saturday. I’ve got the new scene with Sharon on Sunday. It’s not that easy to line up.”

“Bullshit,” Sam laughed. “I checked the shared calendar. You’re both free Saturday night after eight. I already cleared my evening. Told my manager I was taking a personal wellness day. Which I am. My wellness involves your girl riding my face while you fuck her from behind. That’s self-care, Buck. Look it up.”

Bucky’s jaw flexed.

The mental image hit him like a freight train—your thighs trembling around Sam’s ears, that wrecked little whimper you always made when you were getting close, Bucky’s metal hand fisted in your hair while he told you how good you were taking them both. He shifted on the couch, already half-hard just from the memory.

“You’re really gonna keep calling me every week until I say yes, aren’t you?” he asked, voice rough.

“Every week,” Sam confirmed happily. “Every day if I have to. I’ll start sending you voice memos of me moaning her name if that helps. I’ve got a whole folder. Labeled ‘For Bucky’s Stubborn Ass.’”

Bucky snorted despite himself. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m determined,” Sam shot back.

“And I know you want it too. I saw the way you looked at her last time we wrapped—eyes all soft, like you were two seconds from proposing instead of pulling out. You’re whipped, Barnes. And I’m not even mad about it. I just want in on the next round before you two decide to go full domestic and start filming couple content only.”

The worst part? Sam wasn’t wrong.

The three of you had been dancing around this for months.

What started as a one-off collab for the studio had turned into something electric—on camera and off.

Sam brought the filthy charm and the stamina that made you scream.

Bucky brought the intensity, the quiet dominance that left bruises in the shape of his fingerprints on your hips.

And you… you were the center of it all, the spark that turned their rivalry into something filthy and perfect.

But Bucky was the cautious one. The one who overthought every schedule clash, every possible rumor that could leak, every way this could blow up in their faces. Sam was the chaos agent who just wanted to feel good and make you feel better.

“Saturday,” Bucky said finally, the word dragged out like it cost him something. “After eight. But if she says she’s tired, we cancel. No pressure.”

Sam’s victory whoop was so loud Bucky had to pull the phone away from his ear. “That’s my guy! Tell her I’m bringing the good lube—the one with the little sparkles she likes. And maybe some strawberries. I wanna feed her one while she’s got my dick down her throat. Multi-tasking, baby.”

“You’re gonna get us all fired,” Bucky muttered, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth now.

“Nah,” Sam said, warm and sure. “We’re gonna get a raise. The numbers on our last threesome vid are still climbing. Fans are thirsty for round two. And between you and me? I’m thirstier than all of them combined.”

Bucky exhaled a laugh that sounded dangerously close to surrender. “You’re buying dinner first. Real dinner. Not that protein-shake bullshit you call a meal.”

“Steakhouse on me,” Sam promised immediately. “Then dessert back at my place. Or your place. Or a hotel. Hell, I’ll rent the damn studio if she wants the big lights and the fancy bed again. I don’t care. I just want my hands on both of you.”

There was a beat of silence, charged and comfortable all at once.

“Sam?” Bucky said quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t tell her I caved so fast. Make her think I put up more of a fight.”

Sam’s laugh was low and fond. “Your secret’s safe with me, old man. See you Saturday. Try not to jerk off too much before then—I want you desperate.”

The line went dead before Bucky could curse him out.

He tossed the phone onto the cushion beside him and dragged a hand down his face, cheeks warm, cock half-hard in his sweats, and a stupid, helpless grin he couldn’t wipe off.

Saturday couldn’t come fast enough.

And if Sam kept calling every Thursday after this? Well… Bucky would keep answering. Every single time.