A Night Remembered, A Name Forgotten
This is a fill for today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF364 Say My Name] as well as my @winterironevents Round 4 bingo square I5- Waking Up in Bed Together.
Fandom: MCU/Marvel
Pairing: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes
Rating: Mature
Tags: One Night Stand, Morning After, Mutual Interests, Fluff
Summary: Tony is embarrassed to realize he can’t quite remember the name of the one night stand he brought home.
Word Count: 425
Tony had never been a fan of mornings, even when (and sometimes especially) when they turned out to be a morning after a one night stand. Thankfully, he only had a bit of a hangover, and while the ache in certain parts of his body was a pleasant reminder of the amazing sexing up he’d gotten (and given, he devoutly hoped), it was going to make sitting down for the next day or two a bit uncomfortable.
The worst part of the otherwise quite memorable evening was, well, Tony couldn’t quite remember the name of the guy he’d taken home with him. The only thing he could recall was that it was a nickname - something that no self-respecting adult should go by - but it somehow worked for the guy.
“You awake, sweetheart?” a deep, sleep-rough voice murmured in his ear.
“Barely, and against my will.” Tony muttered, pulling the blankets up over his head in an effort to avoid the issue. They were spooned up together, a broad hand wrapped around Tony’s middle. Tony certainly didn’t mind a bit of post-coital cuddling, and he’d almost forgotten how nice it was to wake up in someone’s arms.
His partner let out a snort of laughter. “I sympathize, believe me.” He gave Tony a gentle squeeze before disentangling himself and sitting up. “Any chance you’ve got a coffeemaker? My caffeine levels are dangerously low.”
“You clearly have no idea who you’re talking to,” Tony replied with a chuckle, pleased to discover they had something else in common besides enjoying a hookup. “My espresso machine would make the average barista fall to their knees.” He snaked one hand out of the blankets to reach for his phone. “It’s wi-fi enabled. Give me just a sec to get it started.”
Another huff of warm laughter made Tony's heart unexpectedly skip a beat. “You are a goddamned genius! But … I gotta confess something.” Tony’s heart sank, and he rolled over to once again get lost in the storm-blue gaze he vividly recalled from the night before (Along with the long dark hair, the broad chest and scruff that had left quite the beard burn).
“Oh god - you’re married,” Tony blurted out.
“No, no, nothing like that. I’d never… “ his bedmate hurried to reassure him. “It’s just - well,” he stammered, cheeks turning pink in embarrassment, “I really don’t have an idea of who I’m talking to.”
Tony bit back a laugh of relief; afraid it would be taken the wrong way. “It’s okay, sunshine. I can’t remember your name either!”