Ms_Chuckles

The tech lead actually took a physical step back, his bravado evaporating the moment Steve's shadow fell over him.

"Excuse me," Steve said. The frequency of his voice seemed to vibrate right through the frantic noise in your head, obliterating half of your stress instantly. He didn't even acknowledge the other man's existence. His blue eyes locked onto yours, softening with a look of deep, observant concern.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

You blinked, your brain struggling to switch gears from liquid cooling to your man.

"Steve? I'm right in the middle of a…" You gestured vaguely at the mess of schematics. It was a damned meeting you'd been praying to escape for hours, but the professional guilt still clung to you.

"It's kinda urgent," he repeated, his eyebrows scrunched in a way that made your heart jump. You quickly gave a once-over. He looked alright. Your mind immediately went to Bucky…was he hurt? Was there a mission that you were not aware of? You'd been so busy you felt like floating through the days. Without another word to the stunned tech lead, you excused yourself and followed Steve into the hallway.

As soon as the doors closed behind you, Steve turned immediately, his large hand winding around your waist to pull you into his space. You stumbled slightly, steadying yourself with your hands flat against his firm chest.

"Steve, what's going on? Is everything…"

"You look like you're about to snap in half," he murmured, cutting you off. He reached up, his thumb grazing the pulse point at the base of your throat, feeling the frantic rhythm of your lingering adrenaline. "Bucky's downstairs. The car is packed. We're leaving."

"Steve, I can't," you protested, your hands flying up to gesture wildly at the door you'd just exited. "We're a week behind on the next design phase, and if I don't finish figuring things out, the whole project stalls…"

"You've got five minutes," he interrupted.

His voice dropped an octave, shifting into that 'Captain' tone, the one that had led armies. It wrapped around you like an unyielding vine. It was a gentle warning, but a warning nonetheless.

"Go back in there, tell them what they need to know for the weekend. If you aren't out by the time the clock hits five, I'm coming back in there and putting you over my shoulder. I don't care who's watching."

You opened your mouth to argue, to tell him about the deadlines and the arrays, but the steady, burning look in his eyes stopped the words cold. He wasn't joking. He was perfectly willing to carry you through a building full of high-ranking scientists.

"Five minutes," he reminded you, stepping back just enough to let you move, though his gaze never left your face. He leaned in one last time, a mischievous glint glimmering in his eyes. "Personally? I'd love an excuse to come back in and get you."

You rolled your eyes, a reluctant, exhausted smile finally breaking through the stress. You knew when you were beaten, and you were beaten long ago. Turning back toward the door, you prepared to give the tech lead the shortest briefing of his life.

Bucky was leaning against the driver's side door, looking far too relaxed in that blue Henley.

As you reached him, trailing behind Steve with your arms crossed and a pout that was mostly performative at this point, Bucky reached out. He cupped your jaw, tilting your face up.

"Thought for sure you'd be coming out over his shoulder," Bucky chuckled, as he leaned down to press a lingering kiss.

"I would've been if I stayed one second longer," you grumbled, though the fight was rapidly draining out of you.

Steve's grin widened, triumphant and impossibly bright as he tossed your laptop bag into the car. He looked back at Bucky, clapping a hand on the roof of the SUV.

"Told ya," he said, his voice brimming with that insufferable lift. "Five-minute warning worked like a charm. Didn't even have to break out the tactical carry."

"You need a break, sweetheart, and that's that." Bucky reaffirmed.

"I'm just outnumbered," you muttered against his chest as he pulled you into a quick, rib-crushing hug.

"Correct," Bucky murmured, already steering you toward the open passenger door with a smirk. "Now get in the car before Steve decides he wants to jog to the cabin and pull us there himself."

Steve scoffed, pulling you in for a kiss.

Charming idiots.

The transition from the sterile tension of the lab to the silence of the woods was almost jarring. As the SUV crunched over the last stretch of gravel, the cabin emerged from the treeline like something pulled from a dream--surreal, secluded, and perfect. Just stunningly perfect.

The structure was a beautiful contradiction of rugged timber and soft, inviting light. On the north side, the forest seemed to be trying to reclaim it; thick, ancient branches of hemlock and oak draped over the roof like a heavy green velvet cloak, shielding it from the rest of the world.

On the south side, the cabin opened up to a sprawling stone patio. It was laid with irregular flags of slate that still held the dying warmth of the afternoon sun. A set of Adirondack chairs sat perched near a fieldstone fire pit, overlooking a steep drop that revealed a breathtaking view of the valley below, now swathed in the purple haze of twilight.

Heavenly.

It was chilly, biting at your cheeks with a crispness that tasted of damp earth and pine resin. Every time you inhaled, the cold felt like it was scrubbing the scent of recycled office air out of your lungs. Your breathing finally leveled out, smoothing into a steady, deep cadence. For the first time in weeks, the only "thermal array" you had to worry about was the heat of the hearth waiting for you inside.

You gasped at the beauty of it all. As you looked around amazed at the scenary, Bucky decided to give you a piggyback ride and who in the right mind would say no to that.

As soon you stepped in, you were carried straight to the bedroom.

In no time, you were stripped and spread between your two men.

"One more, Plum, you can give us one more," Bucky groaned, his thrusts deepening.

You shook your head, whimpering in pleasure.

"She will, Buck," Steve rasped against your neck, pulling your thighs wider for Bucky to grind deliciously against you. With your back to Steve's front, he easily wrapped an arm around your throat, pulling your head up to give you a kiss.

You cried out loud as Bucky decided it was the moment to suck on your tit. In mere seconds, you were falling apart. Bucky groaned, pulling your face close to look you in the eye as he came.

"So pretty, babygirl," he whispered, tugging you into his arms and you let him. Their intoxicating smell wafting around you and the fire crackling in the hearth put you asleep in mere seconds.

You lay there, head smushed on Bucky's chest, limbs tangled between Steve's thighs, and fingers clutching onto Steve's hand, which was wrapped around your waist. They had cleaned you up and put on a soft, oversized t-shirt.

Steve waited a full five minutes after your eyes closed before he dared to move, gently tucking the edge of the blanket around your chin. "Look at her," he whispered, his voice thick with affection wrapped in worry. "You should've seen her in that lab, Buck. I thought she was going to bite that guy's head off."

Bucky let out a silent huff of a laugh, his chest vibrating against your back. He adjusted his arm protectively wrapping you more closer to him weight across your waist.

"Look at those eyebags, she's fucking sapped," Bucky whispered.

"Stubborn as a mule," Steve said, moving closer.

"You mean to say as stubborn as you?" Bucky raised a brow.

Steve rolled his eyes, scoffing weakly.

Bucky snorted, the sound raspy in the quiet room. "Don't you start, Punk. With all the 'I can do this all day.' Where do you think she learned that it's okay to run yourself into the ground?"

"I am not that stubborn," Steve countered, though his protest was weak.

"Right," Bucky whispered, his eyes gleaming with fond exasperation in the firelight. "Honestly, Steve, between the two of you, I'm the only reasonable one in this relationship."

Steve raised an eyebrow, looking pointedly at Bucky, "Reasonable? You're the one who wanted to barge in and beat the shit out of the people worrying her."

"Hey," Bucky muttered defensively, his jaw tightening slightly before he softened again, looking down at you.

Steve reached over, his hand resting briefly on Bucky's shoulder, bridging the gap over your sleeping form. "Well, she's here now."

"Yeah," Bucky murmured, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the cushion. "Mission accomplished."

Bucky had breakfast ready the moment you'd stepped through the door. You tried to sidestep him, your mind still buzzing with the phantom sleep and the orgasms, but Bucky was faster. With a low, rumbling hum of disagreement, he snagged your waist, his large hand anchoring you before he effortlessly pulled you back and settled you firmly onto his lap.

"I'm not hungry, Buck," you insisted, your voice small as you tried to wiggle away from the heat of his chest.

"Oh, I'm not asking, Plum," he countered, his voice a smooth, gravelly command that brooked no argument. He picked up the fork, his metal fingers glinting under the kitchen lights as he held a perfect bite toward you. "Now open your mouth."

Your protests were wild, a flurry of "I'm fine" and "maybe later," but he simply waited you out with that steady, unimpressed gaze until you finally gave in. You let him feed you, one bite at a time.

"Good girl," Bucky murmured with a soft, satisfied smile, leaning in to press a warm kiss to your cheek the moment the plate was clear.

"What's he up to?" you asked, glancing toward the empty hallway, curious about the sudden lack of your other man.

"He's outside," Bucky said, shifting his weight comfortably beneath you. "Chopping some wood."

Your eyebrows shot up instantly, a devious spark lighting up your eyes as you realized exactly what that entailed. "And we're sitting here and missing out?" you asked, a breathless chuckle escaping you as you started to scramble off his lap. "Absolutely not. Let's go."

Bucky let out a short, rhythmic snicker, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he watched your sudden surge of energy. "Yes, ma'am," he said, offering no resistance as you grabbed his hand and began dragging him toward the door, eager to find where the sound of the axe was echoing through the trees.

You and Bucky settled on the weathered, wooden porch stairs. You leaned into him, your shoulder tucking under his, and he didn't hesitate, draping his thick arm around you, his thumb tracing absentminded circles over your arm as he rested his cheek against the top of your head.

Steve stood planted, his legs set wide for stability, the heavy splitting maul resting momentarily on the block. His skin is already gleaming, a light sheen of sweat catching the warm light, accentuating the deep, familiar contours of his physique...the broad slope of his shoulders, the thick ropes of his biceps, and the V-taper leading to his waist.

Good lord!

With an easy grace, he hoisted the maul high. The muscles across his back bunched and tightened. Muscles so fucking defined that it made you want to climb him up. He paused for a heartbeat at the apex before unleashing the downward swing with smooth power.

The maul dropped with brutal speed, hitting the dead center of the log. There's a sharp CRACK that echoed off the trees, and the two halves of the log spring apart symmetrically, landing neatly at his feet. Steve barely broke the rhythm. Before the sound even faded, he'd bent down to hoist the next piece of oak onto the block. He took a breath, his chest expanding, a slight ripple passing through his abdominal muscles as he readied the maul once more. The fragrance of pine resin and freshly split wood drifted thick on the cool air, mingling with the primal scent of your soldier.

Fuckin' hell!

What did you do to deserve your godly men? You were a lucky bitch, alright.

"Here to help me?" Steve asked, his voice carried effortlessly through the clearing. He didn't stop his rhythm. He reached down, calloused fingers hooking into a fresh log of oak, and hoisted it onto the stump with a grunt of effort that made the muscles in his forearms cord like steel cable.

Show off.

"No," you said, a traitorous giggle bubbling up as you watched the way the rising sun caught the sheen of sweat on his shoulder blades. You tucked your chin closer to Bucky's chest, hiding a devious smirk. "We're strictly here for the entertainment. It's a very high-quality show."

Steve paused, the heavy splitting maul resting near his boots. He looked over his shoulder, squinting against the golden hour light, his hair tousled and damp against his forehead. "You coming, Buck? Or are you just going to sit there with our girl and objectify me?"

Bucky didn't move an inch. He just squeezed you a little tighter, his chest vibrating with a low, rumbling chuckle. "What she said," he jested, his voice raspy and relaxed. He tilted his head, eyeing Steve's form with an appreciative sort of mischief. "Besides, you look fine without my help. Real fine."

"Real fine," you echoed with a dramatic, dreamy sigh, letting your head fall back against Bucky's shoulder so you could take in the full view of Steve's V-tapered back.

Steve let out a huff. With one final, fluid motion, he brought the maul down, burying the blade deep into the heart of the last log with a final, echoing thud. He left it there, the handle quivering, and turned fully toward the porch.

He stood there for a moment, chest heaving with the exertion, hands settling on his hips. He was flushed from the work, his skin glowing in the amber light, but it was the stupidly cute, lopsided smile on his face that really did you in.

"Tease me and see where that'll get you," he declared, his voice dropping into that low, 'Captain' register that usually made people stand at attention, but here, it was a playful promise.

That, of course, was all the permission you and Bucky needed. The teasing only intensified as Steve finally bridged the gap between the chopping block and the porch, smelling of fresh wood shavings and salt. He didn't just give you a good time, he showed you a real fine time.

Well? 😏

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"That's it". You abandoned the work and strode toward him, eyes fixed on his chest. He looked practically lickable.

"Stop it. I'm trying to work," you whined, failing to mask the tremor in your voice.

Bucky set the weights down with a dull thud and stood to his full height, a smug, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I'm working out too, beautiful," he murmured, stepping into your space and leaning down until his breath hitched against your lips.

Your eyes narrowed, trying to summon a shred of resistance. "You could lift that entire couch single-handedly without breaking a sweat," you countered, poking a defiant finger into his chest. "You don't need to exert yourself this much."

Bucky caught your wrist, and before you could protest, his other arm wrapped around your waist, hauling you flush against his chest. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "What's your point?"

You gasped, your resolve shattering. Every instinct urged you to pull away, but you were paralyzed by the scent of him.

"You're such a little shit, Buck," you groaned, your fingers finally giving in and tangling into his hair. "You know exactly what you're doing to me."

"Oh, I haven't done a thing to you yet, my love" he growled.

Before you could say another word, his mouth crashed onto yours. In one fluid move, he hoisted you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his torso as he claimed you completely.

So, how was it? Did it tickle your pickle? 🤭

"That's it". You abandoned the work and strode toward him, eyes fixed on his chest. He looked practically lickable.

"Stop it. I'm trying to work," you whined, failing to mask the tremor in your voice.

Bucky set the weights down with a dull thud and stood to his full height, a smug, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I'm working out too, beautiful," he murmured, stepping into your space and leaning down until his breath hitched against your lips.

Your eyes narrowed, trying to summon a shred of resistance. "You could lift that entire couch single-handedly without breaking a sweat," you countered, poking a defiant finger into his chest. "You don't need to exert yourself this much."

Bucky caught your wrist, and before you could protest, his other arm wrapped around your waist, hauling you flush against his chest. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "What's your point?"

You gasped, your resolve shattering. Every instinct urged you to pull away, but you were paralyzed by the scent of him.

"You're such a little shit, Buck," you groaned, your fingers finally giving in and tangling into his hair. "You know exactly what you're doing to me."

"Oh, I haven't done a thing to you yet, my love" he growled.

Before you could say another word, his mouth crashed onto yours. In one fluid move, he hoisted you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his torso as he claimed you completely.

So, how was it? Did it tickle your pickle? 🤭

"Unbelievable," you laughed, waiting for him to laught it off.

He didn't laugh, and your smile faded. "Oh my God, you're serious."

He pressed a distracting kiss to your cheek. Before you could react, he slyly brought your hands behind your back, and a sharp zip-zip-zip echoed through the room.

"Jack!"

"You refuse to clock out," he reasoned.

"This is kidnapping!"

"Whatever you wanna call it, babygirl."

"You can't arrest me for working!"

"I'm not arresting you. I'm taking my girl home." Your whole body flushed.

"I can't," you tried again. "I have…"

"You have thirty seconds to voluntarily walk out," he whispered against your lips.

"No."

"Okay."

Jack stepped back and dramatically rolled up his sleeves. "If you don't wanna walk, I'm carrying you out over my shoulder. Looking exactly like this."

You glanced at your bound hands. "Fine," you conceded.

Jack smirked, pulling out shears to cleanly snip the plastic. "See? Wasn't so hard."

You rubbed your wrists with a huff. "I'm still reporting you to HR."

"Go ahead. They're the ones who told me to make you go home."

"And the zip ties?"

Jack shrugged, utterly unapologetic. "Those were my idea. And I can think of a better use," he said, claiming your lips.

Well?🥹

"That's it". You abandoned the work and strode toward him, eyes fixed on his chest. He looked practically lickable.

"Stop it. I'm trying to work," you whined, failing to mask the tremor in your voice.

Bucky set the weights down with a dull thud and stood to his full height, a smug, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I'm working out too, beautiful," he murmured, stepping into your space and leaning down until his breath hitched against your lips.

Your eyes narrowed, trying to summon a shred of resistance. "You could lift that entire couch single-handedly without breaking a sweat," you countered, poking a defiant finger into his chest. "You don't need to exert yourself this much."

Bucky caught your wrist, and before you could protest, his other arm wrapped around your waist, hauling you flush against his chest. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "What's your point?"

You gasped, your resolve shattering. Every instinct urged you to pull away, but you were paralyzed by the scent of him.

"You're such a little shit, Buck," you groaned, your fingers finally giving in and tangling into his hair. "You know exactly what you're doing to me."

"Oh, I haven't done a thing to you yet, my love" he growled.

Before you could say another word, his mouth crashed onto yours. In one fluid move, he hoisted you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his torso as he claimed you completely.

So, how was it? Did it tickle your pickle? 🤭

"Unbelievable," you laughed, waiting for him to laught it off.

He didn't laugh, and your smile faded. "Oh my God, you're serious."

He pressed a distracting kiss to your cheek. Before you could react, he slyly brought your hands behind your back, and a sharp zip-zip-zip echoed through the room.

"Jack!"

"You refuse to clock out," he reasoned.

"This is kidnapping!"

"Whatever you wanna call it, babygirl."

"You can't arrest me for working!"

"I'm not arresting you. I'm taking my girl home." Your whole body flushed.

"I can't," you tried again. "I have…"

"You have thirty seconds to voluntarily walk out," he whispered against your lips.

"No."

"Okay."

Jack stepped back and dramatically rolled up his sleeves. "If you don't wanna walk, I'm carrying you out over my shoulder. Looking exactly like this."

You glanced at your bound hands. "Fine," you conceded.

Jack smirked, pulling out shears to cleanly snip the plastic. "See? Wasn't so hard."

You rubbed your wrists with a huff. "I'm still reporting you to HR."

"Go ahead. They're the ones who told me to make you go home."

"And the zip ties?"

Jack shrugged, utterly unapologetic. "Those were my idea. And I can think of a better use," he said, claiming your lips.

Well?🥹

"Unbelievable," you laughed, waiting for him to laught it off.

He didn't laugh, and your smile faded. "Oh my God, you're serious."

He pressed a distracting kiss to your cheek. Before you could react, he slyly brought your hands behind your back, and a sharp zip-zip-zip echoed through the room.

"Jack!"

"You refuse to clock out," he reasoned.

"This is kidnapping!"

"Whatever you wanna call it, babygirl."

"You can't arrest me for working!"

"I'm not arresting you. I'm taking my girl home." Your whole body flushed.

"I can't," you tried again. "I have…"

"You have thirty seconds to voluntarily walk out," he whispered against your lips.

"No."

"Okay."

Jack stepped back and dramatically rolled up his sleeves. "If you don't wanna walk, I'm carrying you out over my shoulder. Looking exactly like this."

You glanced at your bound hands. "Fine," you conceded.

Jack smirked, pulling out shears to cleanly snip the plastic. "See? Wasn't so hard."

You rubbed your wrists with a huff. "I'm still reporting you to HR."

"Go ahead. They're the ones who told me to make you go home."

"And the zip ties?"

Jack shrugged, utterly unapologetic. "Those were my idea. And I can think of a better use," he said, claiming your lips.

Well?🥹

"That's it". You abandoned the work and strode toward him, eyes fixed on his chest. He looked practically lickable.

"Stop it. I'm trying to work," you whined, failing to mask the tremor in your voice.

Bucky set the weights down with a dull thud and stood to his full height, a smug, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I'm working out too, beautiful," he murmured, stepping into your space and leaning down until his breath hitched against your lips.

Your eyes narrowed, trying to summon a shred of resistance. "You could lift that entire couch single-handedly without breaking a sweat," you countered, poking a defiant finger into his chest. "You don't need to exert yourself this much."

Bucky caught your wrist, and before you could protest, his other arm wrapped around your waist, hauling you flush against his chest. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "What's your point?"

You gasped, your resolve shattering. Every instinct urged you to pull away, but you were paralyzed by the scent of him.

"You're such a little shit, Buck," you groaned, your fingers finally giving in and tangling into his hair. "You know exactly what you're doing to me."

"Oh, I haven't done a thing to you yet, my love" he growled.

Before you could say another word, his mouth crashed onto yours. In one fluid move, he hoisted you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his torso as he claimed you completely.

So, how was it? Did it tickle your pickle? 🤭

"Unbelievable," you laughed, waiting for him to laught it off.

He didn't laugh, and your smile faded. "Oh my God, you're serious."

He pressed a distracting kiss to your cheek. Before you could react, he slyly brought your hands behind your back, and a sharp zip-zip-zip echoed through the room.

"Jack!"

"You refuse to clock out," he reasoned.

"This is kidnapping!"

"Whatever you wanna call it, babygirl."

"You can't arrest me for working!"

"I'm not arresting you. I'm taking my girl home." Your whole body flushed.

"I can't," you tried again. "I have…"

"You have thirty seconds to voluntarily walk out," he whispered against your lips.

"No."

"Okay."

Jack stepped back and dramatically rolled up his sleeves. "If you don't wanna walk, I'm carrying you out over my shoulder. Looking exactly like this."

You glanced at your bound hands. "Fine," you conceded.

Jack smirked, pulling out shears to cleanly snip the plastic. "See? Wasn't so hard."

You rubbed your wrists with a huff. "I'm still reporting you to HR."

"Go ahead. They're the ones who told me to make you go home."

"And the zip ties?"

Jack shrugged, utterly unapologetic. "Those were my idea. And I can think of a better use," he said, claiming your lips.

Well?🥹

"Unbelievable," you laughed, waiting for him to laught it off.

He didn't laugh, and your smile faded. "Oh my God, you're serious."

He pressed a distracting kiss to your cheek. Before you could react, he slyly brought your hands behind your back, and a sharp zip-zip-zip echoed through the room.

"Jack!"

"You refuse to clock out," he reasoned.

"This is kidnapping!"

"Whatever you wanna call it, babygirl."

"You can't arrest me for working!"

"I'm not arresting you. I'm taking my girl home." Your whole body flushed.

"I can't," you tried again. "I have…"

"You have thirty seconds to voluntarily walk out," he whispered against your lips.

"No."

"Okay."

Jack stepped back and dramatically rolled up his sleeves. "If you don't wanna walk, I'm carrying you out over my shoulder. Looking exactly like this."

You glanced at your bound hands. "Fine," you conceded.

Jack smirked, pulling out shears to cleanly snip the plastic. "See? Wasn't so hard."

You rubbed your wrists with a huff. "I'm still reporting you to HR."

"Go ahead. They're the ones who told me to make you go home."

"And the zip ties?"

Jack shrugged, utterly unapologetic. "Those were my idea. And I can think of a better use," he said, claiming your lips.

Well?🥹