In Every Universe They Fall In Love

The lake house looked like it had always looked—warm… and sticky vibes. The hot air from spring got you grumpy, and the fact that Natasha had spent all the trip talking about Sam and how great they were going to do there made you only feel pathetic. Bucky would probably bring someone new or someone for the week, and you would spend your days with Wanda and Steve.

The wooden lake house was Steve’s parents’, and basically, the friends group had taken advantage of it since you all got your driving license and were able to drive on your own—and more importantly—without parental supervision. But it was always the same since Sam and Nat got together; now the weeks there were more like a couple thing for them, and the rest of you were awkwardly around them.

Then, Bucky and Steve started bringing casual flings, and Wanda and you spent a girl’s weekend basically watching amateur porn being made in front of your eyes.

Natasha was finishing unloading the backseat of the truck while you were starting to unload the trunk when you felt his hand on your shoulder.

“What are you doing, worrying those pretty hands?” Bucky spoke behind you as he took your duffel bag from your hands. “Go inside; I’ll take care of this.”

He kissed your cheek and made you and Natasha walk into the house.

“So… this is finally the weekend?” Natasha hugged you by the shoulder.

“Yes, of course. I’ll tell him after the first quickie with whoever he brought, and he hasn’t promised anything weird to her.” You rolled your eyes.

Natasha scoffed a laugh. “He didn’t bring anyone this time.”

“Of course he didn’t bring anyone, Nat.”

Steve was stocking the fridge with alcohol, with Sam and Wanda helping around—but then, you didn’t see anyone strange around. Not a blonde girl giggling in the kitchen bar, not a redhead wandering around to see the house, not a brunnette sitting on the couch as if she were too superior to do any help.

“No special guests today?” Natasha asked, peeping at you.

“I wanted a free romantic tension weekend for me.” Bucky chimed in with all your bags on his arms.

“What a surprise.”

“But there’s a special guest today…” Pietro, Wanda’s twin, walked from the hallway that led to the rooms.

He had been abroad for years and barely visited the country since his school exchange program had taken all of him. You and Natasha screamed and ran to hug him. You two were just rambling over the other as Pietro hugged you by your waist.

“Why didn’t you tell us?!” You looked at Wanda.

“Kind of a surprise?”

You were still giggling on Pietro’s arms when Bucky nudged you on his way to the rooms—you shrugged it off as accidental. Steve followed him with the rest of your things and sat in the room you had always shared with Wanda, but Bucky noticed Wanda’s stuff wasn’t in the room.

“Where’s Wanda?”

“Oh… She’s staying with me… Pietro asked if he could stay with her for the night…” Steve scratched the back of his neck. He knew Bucky was going to get pissed.

“And couldn’t you tell him to fuck off? This is your fuckin’ house…”

“What was I supposed to say? Sorry, you can’t stay with her because Bucky will rip your balls off?”

“Basically…”

“Bucky… she had seen you for years to parade girls all over this same house; she had probably heard multiple girls moaning your name over here… and you are mad because one time a guy is asking to sleep next to her?”

“He hasn’t even been here for years!”

“Exactly, and they were close… even closer than you two… before he left. He was obviously going to ask to sleep next to her. This is not even something sexual…and even if it was… there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Bucky sat at the edge of the bed.

“Well, you’ve got one thing to do if you wanna keep him away.” Bucky looked up at Steve, “Fuckin’ confess.”

Later that night, you were sitting next to Pietro. You had missed him like crazy—he left just after you had realized your feelings towards Bucky, and even in the distance he kept trying to make you tell him how you felt. His hand caressed your back while you had your legs over his lap, and your head resting on your knees.

“So, nothing yet?” He asked, rubbing your back. You shook your head.

“He’s been all over the place with every girl he finds—I’m not gonna come straight up when a girl is still latched to his neck…”

“You know he was super mad earlier, right? He had been giving me the cold shoulder since he learned we’re sharing a room.”

You chuckled. “What if I do it and it turns out that I have read this whole thing completely wrong?”

Pietro rolled his eyes. “Look. Do I like him for you? No. Not at all. I can’t believe after all these years you’re still into him, but I know when he likes someone… and he really likes you; he’s just an idiot who hasn’t realized it, yet.”

“Or hasn’t accepted,” Natasha added, sitting in front of you.

“You too?” You tilted your head.

“The only two people who haven’t accepted that you two are in love are… you two…”

You looked over your shoulder just to notice Steve and Bucky bringing some coolers. The show was about to start, and it was the first time you could even wrap your mind around the idea of drinking.

You knew well if this ended badly, the whole group would collapse. It was enough having Steve and Natasha dating to add more to the equation.

You really tried to enjoy yourself, to make yourself treat him as you always did, but every time his hands grazed your skin, it made you feel somehow weaker. Every time he brought you that specific drink you had mentioned weeks earlier, and he remembered you loved, every small detail made you think this could go some way if you were more like the girls he had been screwing the last years.

The night ended with most of your friends passed out drunk as you just sat at the edge of the dock looking at the moon reflecting in the lake. Your head rested on your knees; the air cold from the forest made you squirm from time to time, and you had refused to go inside and put on a sweater after you heard Bucky talking on the phone with someone.

You were about to surrender and just go inside when you saw him walking outside. He was just hanging up the call when he saw you. You heard his footsteps getting closer in the mud and then his pace on the wooden floor; you only hugged your legs a little bit tighter.

“What’ya doing?” He stood next to you.

“Just contemplating the moon. It’s been a minute since we were here, and I realized I missed the sight,” you didn’t look at him.

“Do you remember the first times we came here?” He knelt and took one rock and threw it at the lake.

“We were like fifteen? Joseph and Sarah had to deal hard with all of us wanting to be all over the place.”

He chuckled. Steve’s parents had always been supportive of the friends group and had done more than any other parent to make you all close.

“I remember Joseph rushing from the house through here to save Pietro from drowning.”

Trying not to make a lot of noise, you snorted a laugh. “It was before he started to grow like a weed.”

“You seemed happy earlier to see him.” A hint of jealousy could be heard in his words.

“Of course I was… I missed him so much. He was my best friend even before I met the rest of the group.”

He hummed in response, and you really wanted to take one of the rocks and throw it at his head. How was it possible that he could sense all that but could not notice how much you liked him? He looked at you again, the way you hugged your arms as you tried to bring some warmth to your body.

“Hey,” he tried to bring your attention to him, “What about one midnight swim?”

“Bucky, we’re gonna freeze the fuck out of our bodies.”

“Yeah… That’s kinda the point.” He took off his jersey and, without thinking it through, dove. As soon as he came out of the water, you saw his damp hair falling over his forehead.

This had always been your favorite moment. When he called for a midnight swim with the group and everyone followed him, you used to love seeing him try to swim as he fought not to die from the cold water.

Without thinking about it much, you just dived in too. He caught you in the water and hugged you to his body. Your teeth were clicking from the cold, and his naked chest was paradise, grazing through the thin blouse you were wearing.

“It’s freezing, you’re freezing.” He mumbled in your ear, “We shouldn’t be here.”

“You jumped in first.” You looked up at him.

“Well, you didn’t have to follow me.” He scoffed, and between the cold water making you not think straight and the way he looked at you—something finally snapped.

You pulled him closer by the neck and kissed him slowly, closing your eyes—letting him decide what the next step he was going to take.

And, much to your surprise. He kissed you back.

His lips desperately devouring yours, his hands gripping your waist, roaming through your thighs to make you straddle him as he let the heat of the moment engulf him. Your hands stroked his hair while you tried to make the kiss last longer. And when he finally pulled away just to look at you, the only thing he could notice was the way the moonlight covered your face fully. Making you look like the most beautiful masterpiece he had ever seen.

“If I say something stupid, blame the cold water…” He mumbled before kissing you again.

“We can blame the cold water for everything.” You said between kisses, and he nodded eagerly.

In a matter of seconds, you both were already running carefully, wetting the floor of the house, to reach his bedroom. As soon as you reached his bedroom, he closed the door and held you against the door to start kissing you again.

“Bucky… We shouldn’t… We really shouldn’t be doing this…” Your breath came erratically; a soft moan left your lips between every word.

“We’re not doing anything wrong…” He said, before starting to kiss your neck, his lips finding the most sensitive spot your neck could have. Your head tilted back.

“Then why does it feel like we are?” You keened.

“‘Cause you keep letting your most rational side decide what’s correct and what’s not…”

He started to kiss down while he knelt in front of you. He looked up, and for the first time, all those embarrassingly wet dreams you had had through the years were coming to reality. Carefully, he pulled down your shorts and started to kiss your inner thighs. And, at that point, you weren’t even questioning what was going on. You just knew you loved the way he was taking his sweet time kissing every inch of skin he could reach.

Your mind was racing through all his touching, not completely focused on anything—this until his wet and warm tongue found your slit; he was lifting your leg to rest it on his shoulder while he dived on your core. His hands gripped your waist as you pulled him closer by the hair.

Before you could come to your senses, you were already pinned down on his mattress while he circled your clit and lined to your core.

“Are you sure you want it, sweetheart?” You weren’t thinking straight. You could only nod and pull him with your legs.

He finally bucked his hips and slammed his cock inside you, splitting you open. He noticed you were about to moan and placed his hand in your mouth, “We need to be quiet, baby… We don’t need them to know what we’re doing…”

You cried out in his palm and nodded.

“Fuck… you feel so tight… When was the last time…?” Your eyes widened, and he chuckled. “Too private? C’mon... I’m balls deep in you, and you can’t tell me that?”

“You’re enjoying yourself too much…” You were able to speak when he moved his hand from your mouth.

“Just enjoying what I got in front of me…”

He leaned over you, both his arms on your sides, still rolling his hips to get you to your highest; you were sure you had never felt like this before, and you were sure he knew that.

Clenching around his cock, you finally came, an aching feeling pooling on your lower stomach, fingers digging on his side, and then he pulled out, and warm ropes fell in your pelvis. His cock was still throbbing while he pumped himself to let all out.

When he finally fell over you, both of you started cracking a laugh.

“What did we just do?” You looked at him.

“I think… we just fucked…”

“No shit, Sherlock…” You said, cynically. “Blowing off some steam?”

You didn’t notice, but a hint of disappointment appeared in his eyes.

“Yeah… Blew some steam…”

He knew he should have said something, but then he couldn’t really understand what had just happened—and how he could call it.

You took a quick shower and went back to your room—there, Pietro faked to be asleep, but he noticed you had just arrived and all your clothes were damp… He was then curious to know if tomorrow Bucky would have some clothes drying on the porch rail.

And, unsurprisingly. There it was. Some of Bucky’s clothes drying and a clear… very clear hickey on your neck that you had done everything you could to hide with some makeup.

You tried to avoid Bucky—even when he was trying his best to catch your attention. And he had just been able to do it when everyone was already asleep—you were sitting on a rocking chair on the porch, a beer in your hands and a cigarette in the other.

“You look different out here…” He mumbled from the threshold of the house.

“Huh?”

“You look different… or at least for me…”

“Shut up, Bucky…”

“Shut me up…” He teased, and your cheeks heated.

By the third night out of five, Pietro had kept his mouth shut, even when he noticed you only arrived before dawn and slept there enough that anyone would notice you were sneaking out from Bucky’s bedroom.

This night was no different. You were already riding him as if your life depended on it.

“Fuck… Fuck… Bucky… We shouldn’t…” You moaned.

Your knees side by side, your hands steadying you on his chest—his arms were behind his head, as he looked at you bouncing on him with all the eagerness you have been holding for years.

“You look so good like this.” He husked, and you bit your lip.

You had heard him so many times talking like this to so many girls that listening to it for the first time directed to you felt like a teenage dream—you felt pathetic for the first time.

“Fuck… You have no idea how much I have waited for this…” He muffled a moan and leaned to pull you down into his chest, now pounding from below.

“What?” You tried to speak, but it came more like a cry out.

“You have no idea how much I love you…” He groaned on your ear. “I’ve been wanting this for so long…”

“But… we’re friends…” You mumbled, and he husked a laugh. “Why are you laughing?”

You felt his pace growing faster, your hands now hooked on his neck to help you stay put.

“Say it—” You furrowed, “Say we’re just friends after this...”

“Bucky…” You mewled, and he kissed your temple. “I can still taste your precious juices, and you keep calling us friends… I’ve been fucking you three nights in a row… I just told you I love you… and you keep calling us friends…”

“But what if they know?” You made him stop.

“Huh? Who? Them? Or Pietro?” He teased.

“Stop it with that… He’s nothing more than a friend for me…”

“Well, I’m supposed to be a friend too, Aren’t I?”

You rolled your eyes.

“I mean everyone… Aren’t we going to ruin the group if something happens?”

“Then let’s do it great…” He murmured in your ear and pulled out, making you whine. “I’m being serious…”

He leaned and made you sit on his lap.

“I really wanna do this… And I hate that I’m confessing now… Naked… after three nights of whatever that was… But I’ve been dying to tell you that I love you…” Bucky was stroking your hair while he spoke.

“I love you too, Bucky…”

“Then why is Pietro sleeping with you?”

You snorted a laugh… "Because he wanted you to snap… and look… he hasn’t lost his touch…”

“He wanted what…?” He tilted his head.

“He was sure you loved me and wanted to prove a point.”

“Asshole…”

“But it worked…”