words + snips

Luckily, the handsome blond was not behind the desk. An eager young teenager named Peter helped you out, then said someone would bring your tire out.

You stood outside your car, waiting to open the hatch. In your pocket, you could hear your phone buzzing occasionally. Likely just follow-up texts from your mother about when you were heading to her house.

Across the parking lot, a side door to the garage opened. Holding your tire with one hand, like it weighed nothing, was an alarmingly attractive man. You blinked a few times as he walked towards you, momentarily distracted and confused because how was he real? Did this shop have a policy about only hiring male models?

Maybe you were going to cry again – because you got to see Adonis in a full jumpsuit. You really needed to get it together.

He didn’t say anything as he walked towards you, though you did hurry to open the back of your car, so he’d have somewhere to put the tire.

“Thank you,” you mumbled out as he placed it in. Once his hands were free again, he took a step back, tilting his head to look at your car.

“You need new tires,” he said simply, stepping to the side to look at your front end.

“Yes, that’s why I got—”

“All your tires. The tread here is practically gone. It’s not safe. One rainstorm and you’ll be sliding out.”

“My budget kind of only permits one car emergency every few months..”

“Steve said you told him you have someone who can install your new tire?”

Ah, Steve. The polite gentleman who handed you a tissue earlier.

“Yes, my mom’s husband. He’s a car guy but obviously couldn’t seal the rim to the tire so..”

“Well, tell your stepdad he should move your back tires to the front and put the new one on the back instead.”

“Not my stepdad,” you interjected, following the man around your car. He was crouched down and feeling the tread on your back tires. “Sure, yeah, he married my mom, but the dude has only been around for a few years and certainly never parented me. So, he retains the title of my mother’s husband out of politeness when truthfully, I’d rather just call him the piece of shit who drinks too much.” You let out a long breath, closing your eyes. “Sorry, that was.. I will let him know. Thanks for the advice.”

The man stood up again, sweeping a hand through his hair before he walked towards the front of your car again. “Your bumper is barely hanging on.”

“Yes, well, that’s also not in my budget. My insurance company made me go to that godawful place on Roosevelt to get it fixed after an accident and I swear they put it on wrong but when I went back there they blamed me and quoted me another 2k to fix it. So. That duct tape solution is gonna have to do.”

You almost missed it, but the man’s jaw ticked slightly. Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. “Listen, if the ‘piece of shit who drinks too much’ can’t put that tire on, bring it back here, and we’ll do it. Or if you want a new quote for this.” He tapped your bumper with his boot. It shook probably too much. “It won’t cost two grand, I promise.”

“Well, thanks..” You finally looked at his jumpsuit, where a name was embroidered across his chest. “..Bucky. That’s a nice offer. But every time I go anywhere with my car, some know-it-all man has something condescending to me and I never know if I can trust them.”

“You can trust me.” His reply was so simple and earnest. Admittedly, there was something about him and his coworkers inside that made you feel like perhaps they weren’t trying to hose you for all your money. “Here.” He handed you his business card, where he had scrawled out a phone number on the back. Then, he nodded and turned to head back to the garage.

“Bucky?” You called after him, taking a step forward. “Thanks. And also, tell your coworker thank you too. He was very patient when I was crying this morning.”

The corners of Bucky’s mouth curved upwards into a small smirk. “I will let him know. Have a good day.”

–

“Well, it’s not my fuckin’ fault you turned down the same highway you always do and seemed to forget how to drive.”

You didn’t want to cry again, and yet…

“The game just started. I can’t leave. I’ve got a huge stack riding on this.”

With a steady voice, you tried to reason. “Billy, please. Both the tow truck places I called can’t make it for hours and—“

“I’m not sure what you expect me to do about this?”

You wish you had been fast enough to tell him off before he hung up on you. Fuck. Sure, you and Billy weren’t dating - this was a situationship at best, though you knew he’d describe it simply as ‘occasional fuck buddies’ or maybe ‘friends with benefits’. 

But even friends wasn’t an accurate term. 

Because surely a friend would at least help you out when you slid off the road in the rain in the middle of fucking nowhere. Were you that naive to think he actually cared enough to help you when you were in distress?

You grumbled and smacked your steering wheel. Your cousin Leo wasn’t much help either but you gave him some grace at least. He was working and recommended a tow truck company. That didn’t work out but he did more for you in a few texts than anything Billy said. 

Letting out a frustrated groan, you dropped your phone into the passenger seat and gave yourself a few moments to just breathe. You were safe, you were dry. You could figure this out. Sure, it was raining, and you had skidded off the road – just like the guy at the shop said. And now you were stuck, but at least you were somewhere with a cell signal.

Wait. The guy at the shop.

Bucky.

You fished around through the pile of receipts and other things you abandoned in your cup holder, retrieving the business card from the garage.

Truthfully, you had thought about your interactions with Bucky since last week. Although he had been perfectly kind and professional, something about your conversation had been bothering you. He barely managed to make eye contact. You usually didn’t take that personally but for some reason, it had seemed strange.

You ran your finger along the edge of the card. It was a shot in the dark, considering they didn’t have a 24 hour service number listed. But he had scrawled another number down, so that seemed promising.

Worst case scenario he didn’t answer. Or he answered and offered no help. Your situation wouldn’t change, really. So, you decided that sure, fuck it. You’d call.

After two rings, you heard a voice on the other end. “Hello? This is Bucky.”

“Ah, hi. Hi, it’s uhm..” You gave your name, first and last. “You might not remember me, at the shop the other day – I had a tire and the—”

“The taped-on bumper.”

“Right. Yes.” You sighed. “Sorry to call you so late – I know you guys don’t do emergency service, but do you know any tow truck companies or—” You didn’t mean to yelp when a crack of thunder sounded out, but apparently your body wanted to betray you. “Fuck.”

For some reason, his tone shifted. “Are you okay? Where are you?”

You laughed. “Oh, yeah. I’m just.. I did in fact slide off the road because of my shitty tires so.. I think I have another flat and I’m definitely stuck in some mud. I’m off Hawkeye Road, past the highway turnoff. I called Crawford Towing but they quoted me a three hour wait. Thought I could ask around..”

You swore you heard him grumble now. Christ, you had clearly ruined his night with your phone call. “You know what, sorry I called. I’ll just wait—”

He said your name before you could finish. “Sorry, that was frustration over Crawford. They’re useless. I have, uh.. I know someone with a tow truck. Would you mind sharing your location with me?”

“Oh. Uhm.” You considered his question. Okay, yes, you didn’t know him. But you knew where he worked and you’d have to share your location with a tow company anyway. You went to your phone location services and shared. “Alright.”

“Thanks. Stay in your car. I’ll text you with an ETA.”

--

Bucky knew you from somewhere. He just couldn’t pinpoint it. There was something about your face and your inflection. It had lingered with him ever since he had delivered your tire to the parking lot. 

He knew it wouldn’t have been appropriate to look into your customer file for his own personal curiosities so he tried to let it go. And yet, you crossed his mind again and again. It didn’t help that he found you particularly nice on the eyes, too. 

Even though giving you the business card and his phone number felt like an unnecessary move, something in him hoped you might have reached out. Actually, given the state of your car and wheels, he had been more than hopeful. At the end of the day, helping ensure their customers were safe was the most important value of their work. Your car definitely needed some work just to come up to proper safety standards.

And when you called, in the middle of a rainstorm on a Friday night, his stomach had twisted with concern.

Bucky had been in the middle of binging through some new historical tv series, his cat Alpine curled against his lap, when you called. And two additional phone calls later, he was headed your way with a tow truck from Wilson’s. 

Sure, it meant Bucky owed Sam a few favours now, but he didn’t mind.

The rain let up enough for the road conditions to clear, though it was still drizzling. When Bucky finally pulled up ahead of your car, very stuck close to a ditch, under a struggling streetlight, he hoped it would be a quick and easy job.

Bucky got out of the truck, popping open an umbrella as he walked towards your car. Your guess had been right - you had another flat and your back tires had gotten stuck in a particularly bad mudded area. But, he’d get you out.

He walked to your door, grabbing the handle to open it.

“Hey.” He extended his hand to help you out. You blinked twice before taking it, grabbing your purse as you stepped out.

“Do you need help with the–”

He shook his head, motioning to the front of the truck. “Go wait in the cab.”

Bucky gave you the umbrella too. When you tried to protest, he insisted. “Thank you.” 

After he saw you climb up safely into the truck, he adjusted the hood of his raincoat and got to work. 

It wasn’t easy to diagnose your car in the dark evening light but the flat tire was clear enough. And if he had to guess, you might have thrown your alignment off too. He rigged the car up to the chain system and slowly eased it into place on the back of the tow truck. 

Once your car was secured, he returned to the driver’s side door. You gasped when he opened it, tightly gripping your phone. 

“You alright?” He asked. “Is it warm enough in–”

“Can I see your wallet?” You cut him off with your question, eyes blinking as he sat back. 

Bucky pulled down the hood of his jacket and closed the door, head turned towards you. “Sorry - what?”

You took in a deep breath and closed your eyes. “I just need to see your license, actually. Not the whole wallet.”

“Need to?”

“I just..” You let out the breath you were holding. “My cousin is insisting. If I don’t text him updates, he’ll freak out and assume I’ve been murdered and.. We watch a lot of Criminal Minds together. He just wants to know who I’m getting into a truck with.”

Bucky blinked a few times as he took in your words. Christ, he wasn’t any kind of predator and prided himself on his customer service and hard work. Your request was kind of ridiculous but… harmless, he supposed.

“Okay.” He just shook his head and pulled out his wallet. Once he retrieved his license, he handed it to you. “Sure.”

“Thanks,” you replied quietly, taking it and quickly snapping a photo. “I mean it, thanks. For… doing this. I didn’t think you’d be the one driving the tow truck.”

“We work closely with Wilson’s,” Bucky said, returning his license and wallet back to his pocket. “I’m going to just take this to the shop. Unless you had somewhere else to drop the car?”

“No, uh..” You finished sending a text then turned your attention back to him. “I have no plans or thoughts about what happens next so. If you guys can fix whatever is wrong… your shop is good.”

Bucky started the engine up again and pulled off back onto the road. “Do you live out here?”

You looked out the front window. “Oh, no. I was just coming back from.. Over in Cambridge, watching a movie. At their old movie theatre, the Paramount”

“Sci-fi Fridays?” Bucky asked.

“Yes!” You exclaimed, eyes wide as you looked in his direction. “Wow, I didn’t think anyone else in town knew about that. You-” You cut yourself off. 

“Don’t seem like the type?” Bucky filled in again. “What was playing tonight?”

You seemed hesitant to answer but you pushed through. “Tonight was uh, THX 1138. It was okay, not a new favourite for me but had really cool visuals.” 

Bucky opened his mouth to reply, but you kept going. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to… judge, or anything. I’m not some, like, gate keeper of sci-fi movies or.. Yeah, sorry. Why wouldn’t you be familiar? I hate when people judge me for it and yet..”

Bucky noted how you trailed off, typing feverishly into your phone before sighing. You muttered something under your breath but he couldn’t quite catch it. 

There was a reason he usually exclusively worked in the back of the shop - customer service wasn’t his forte. Sure, he loved to talk but sometimes he didn’t know what else to say. 

A few moments passed. The only sound in the vehicle came from the tinny radio and windshield wipers. 

Then, you spoke up again. You were looking at the photo of his license. “Wait. James Barnes.  Are you Becca’s brother?”

—

James Barnes. Of course. Had you really forgotten what it was like to be back in your home town? Where everyone seemed to be connected? 

You had played on the same soccer team as Rebecca Barnes when you were a kid. Then, you had crossed paths again in high school. A friend of yours had dated a friend of hers and well, that was just how friend groups overlapped. 

Despite time and distance, you had kept up a digital friendship with Becca. It wasn’t much but occasional memes and Instagram conversations had helped you maintain a relationship over the years. 

“You know Becca?”

Bucky replied without looking your way. Smart, considering the ever changing state of the highway ahead of you. 

“Yeah. From years ago now. We played soccer together when we were younger.” Nostalgia hit you like a wave. Then, the tidal wave of shame washed over you too. 

You sucked in a breath. No, no. You were working on this. You powered through. 

“The Bluebirds?” Bucky asked, finally glancing your way. 

You smiled, mostly to yourself. “Yes. I wasn’t very good - not fast or agile or… anything. But your sister was so nice to me. We all had to play goalie once or twice and I was so bad. I cried after the third goal went in. And Becca played defense just to hang out with me. She made being a Bluebird fun.” 

You gulped, eyes squeezed shut. “Your mom always used to wait with me when my parents were late to pick me up. She even drove me home a few times.” 

Now that the memories were coming back, you remembered that sometimes Becca’s older brother would be sitting in the back of the van, too. 

Bucky nodded slowly. “Did you - did we all go for ice cream together once? I remember some sort of milkshake incident—”

“Milkshake explosion?” You couldn’t help but laugh. That was a warm memory. You and Becca decided to mix your milkshakes to form some sort of ‘super chocolate’ creation and made a huge mess. The laughter had filled you both up more than the milkshake.

“I learned that day why my ma always keeps an extra towel in the car.” Bucky was grinning now and truthfully, it was kind of mesmerizing. “Do you, uh, still play?”  

“Soccer? Oh, no. Definitely not. My career started and died as a Bluebird.” Power through. “My parents officially divorced around that time so things went a little… off the rails.”

The rain started coming down harder again and you both fell into silence. You were grateful for the rain - because it felt like perhaps you had overshared. 

Your phone buzzed in your hands. Billy. You mumbled out a sideways apology to Bucky then answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Where are you?”

“What?”

“Frank said he’d come pick you up.”

“I’m already in a tow truck, Billy. So tell him thanks but–”

“Okay, well, excuse me for trying to help. Christ. Are you coming over tonight at least?”

You sighed. “I’m not sure how you expect me to do that when my car is literally on a tow truck right now.”

“Well, that fucking sucks. I wanted to see you.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. That was code for ‘I want to have sex’ despite him trying to sugarcoat it. 

Why did you do this to yourself?

Chewing on your lip, you continued. “You can come over to my place?”

“I guess. Are you gonna be bitchy if I don’t stay the night?” 

Chist, you didn’t want to deal with him any longer. “Nevermind. I’m hanging up now, Billy.” Usually, you were weak and tangled up in your confusing feelings enough to just give in, even when Billy was acting this way. But his asshole attitude was bleeding through too much already.

You shoved your phone into your purse, silenced, then swallowed another sigh. Luckily, it seemed you were getting closer into town and Bucky’s shop.

“Was that Billy Russo?” Bucky’s question barely surprised you, but you still didn’t rush to answer. Your hometown wasn’t particularly big, there was a lot of overlap for who knew who. Plus, the company Billy’s family owned and your place of employment, Anvil Construction, was very well known across the county. 

Slowly you turned your head to look at Bucky. He was still looking forward on the road, slowing down at an intersection.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. He was just loud.”

“It was.” You sighed. “And he does have a certain unbearable volume at times. How do you know Billy?”

Bucky hesitated - which immediately annoyed you. He was the one who started this conversation. You held back saying anything in response until he replied.

“We, uh, went to high school together.”

Part of you wanted to pry out more information - given that Bucky could identify Billy from hearing his voice through your phone. But, god, what did it matter? You had only been back in town for a year and you were constantly reminded about the dramatics of social circles like this. You didn’t need more information, not now.

Luckily, Bucky was pulling up to the shop.

“I’m going to just leave the truck and your car here until the morning. Then I can assess what’s going on and I’ll call you tomorrow?”

“Okay. Thanks. I didn’t think you were open on Saturdays - your website hours said otherwise.”

As he parked the truck and cut off the engine, Bucky rolled his eyes. “Our website is very out of date.”

“No kidding. It looks like it was built in 1999. It would be really easy to upgrade the whole interface. You could actually even add in a widget that lets people book appointments on the spot, with an itemized list of..” You trailed off. That was enough. You really had to reign yourself in. “Sorry - I just.. Work in digital marketing, so..”

Bucky laughed, though. It wasn’t mean or judgemental either, but complimentary. “It probably was built in ‘99. I know we could do better.” 

You moved from the tow truck to Bucky’s car that was parked nearby. He insisted you use the umbrella again. You paused as you grabbed the door handle. “You know, I can call an Uber if it’s easier. I’m not far.”

“There’s nothing hard about me driving you home. C’mon.”

Bucky’s car was pretty nice - vintage, maybe. It was older than yours but certainly in better shape. He glanced towards you before he shifted into drive. “What’s your address?”

You sighed. “You won’t believe me but it’s 1729 Bluebird Lane.”

“You’re kidding,” Bucky laughed.

“Some twist of fate, I guess. That whole neighbourhood has seriously cute street names though. They must have wanted a rainbow theme. There’s Marigold and Roseway, too.”

Your conversation returned to Becca again. Bucky told you she was working as a nurse now. You mentioned how you had run into her a few weekends ago at a grocery store and how it felt like you immediately picked up where you had left off all those years ago.

“She even invited me to her birthday party next weekend?” You tried to remember what Becca had told you. “Insisted I attend, actually. She said it would be a good, ol’ fashioned house party.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, though you could see his eyes lit up when he talked about his sister. It was kind of charming. You weren’t surprised though - you had very fond memories of feeling a twist of envy about the Barnes family and how they interacted. The way Mrs. Barnes waited with you after all those soccer games - it was a kindness you’d never forget and something you knew your own mother would never replicate.

When your house came into view, Bucky slowed down. When he stopped, you both clocked the black car in your driveway.

“Roommate’s car?” Bucky asked.

You didn’t even have a chance to answer before the owner of the car got out. Billy. You watched as he popped open an umbrella and walked towards Bucky’s car. 

As you pushed on the handle, Billy grabbed it from the outside and fully opened the door. 

“What’s up Barnes?” Billy greeted Bucky after he said hello to you. “It’s been a while.”

Bucky nodded once. “Russo.” 

The energy between them wasn’t lost on you. “Uhm. Well, thanks for rescuing me on the highway and for the drive home, Bucky.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow.” Bucky nodded again then quickly added: “About your car.”

“Right. Thanks again.”

Billy said your name, voice already laced with annoyance. “C’mon. My shoes are soaked.”

Crouched under the umbrella with Billy, you looked back and offered Bucky a final wave as he drove off. He returned it with a small smile then he was gone. 

Once you were inside, finally fully safe from the rain, you shrugged off your coat. Billy was doing the same, abandoning his shoes and umbrella on your front porch. 

“How do you know Bucky?” You asked.

“We met in high school. Then he married my cousin.”

“He’s married?”

“Divorced now. Huge mess. The guy barely shows his face anymore, thank god.” Billy laughed, then reached for the hem of his shirt. “Enough about Barnes though, are we doing this?”

–

But any kind of follow up or ‘next time’ hadn’t occurred and you had decided that if it didn’t happen again, that was okay. 

The hotel in Boston wasn’t the Ritz or the Four Seasons. Perhaps it catered to questionable cash transactions while those high-end corporate ones wouldn’t. But that didn’t stop it from feeling fancy, especially when it came to the spa. Steve had walked you there personally, in his crisp suit, kissing you deeply before saying goodbye. Before departing, he confirmed Bucky would return later to walk you back to the room. Even though you insisted you could make it back on your own, the tense look on Steve’s face wasn’t lost on you.

So yes, of course. Bucky could walk you back. That was fine. Steve was in a closed door, no-phones-allowed meeting, and if it made him feel better to know Bucky was returning you safely to the penthouse suite, you’d indulge him.

Well, before that, you were indulging yourself.

One hot stone massage, restorative facial, steam room visit and manicure later - you were perfectly relaxed and simply floating.

“Everything is taken care of.” The young girl working behind the desk waved you by after you asked for the bill. When you tried to at least offer them a tip, the girl just smiled and shook her head. “Mr. Rogers took care of that, too.”

“Okay. Well.” You smiled back. “Thank you.”

“Have a nice evening, Mrs. Rogers!” 

You swallowed the grin growing on your face as you decided not to correct her about your title and marital status. That… truthfully, that sounded nice. But it wasn’t the time to unpack that just yet. 

You swung your bag over your shoulder then stepped outside the spa doors, quickly scanning for Bucky. He didn’t seem to be there yet, though you had only been able to estimate how long everything would take. Before you even had a chance to reach for your phone, someone was calling your name.

It wasn’t Bucky.

You sucked in a breath as the stranger approached. He was clad in a dark suit jacket, carrying a confidence you were sure wasn’t justified. You had met a lot of people in Steve’s business circle and although you didn’t recognize this man in particular, he had the same energy a lot of those other men did. He reeked of arrogance and a sense of superiority. 

“Can I help you?” You crossed your arms cautiously.

The man offered you a quick smile, though it didn’t change the cold look behind his glasses. “Rogers asked me to escort you to the meeting room.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Right, of course.”

“Shall we then?” He motioned his head down the hall. 

“Honestly, I’m a little insulted that you think I’d just blindly follow you somewhere.” You took a step backward, trying to crane your neck beyond him to see if perhaps Bucky was on his way. You considered, briefly, heading back into the spa but you knew they had already locked up behind you.

You weren't an idiot. Steve would never send a stranger to collect you. That was something he had drilled into your head many times. It led to you always being a bit too suspicious about strangers but you knew it was during moments like this one that your gut feeling was more important than anything.

It had been months now since you last took a self-defense class with Nat and you prayed you wouldn’t have to put any of that into play physically. But the least you could do was plan out an exit strategy. Sure, the hallway was empty and quiet. Screaming could work but may draw the wrong attention. If you could at least get beyond the guy or stall until Bucky was to arrive –

“And I’m insulted that you think you have a choice right now.” The man took a few steps closer to you, crowding you into a corner in the hallway junction, intentionally brushing his suit jacket open to reveal a gun. Unfortunately, you knew if some idiot was trying to use you as a bargaining chip with Steve, your life likely wasn’t in danger at that very moment. But that didn’t make the gun reveal comforting. In fact, your heart rate shot right up.

You just had to keep stalling.

He grabbed your wrist, trying to pull you in his direction. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

You held your breath - very fondly remembering how calm and collected you were minutes ago when your massage ended. What would Natasha do? You held the man’s stare and spoke slowly, “You are making a very bad decision.”

Before he could return some cheeky comment, you heard the sound of a gun cocking. Bucky loomed over him, meeting your eyes across the top of his head. 

“Remove your fucking hand, Wesley.” 

You weren’t exactly sure what came over you, but the moment this man - Wesley - clocked that Bucky was behind him, you sensed him faltering. So, you sprung into action. You dropped your bag to free your opposite hand and immediately grabbed Wesley’s hand that was gripping your wrist. Once you found the weakest finger, you bent it backwards as hard as you could.

Wesley yelped out in pain, cursing as he released your arm. Bucky took over right after, yanking a stumbling Wesley’s collar to get him away from you. In what felt like an instant, Wesley was slammed against the opposite wall as Bucky put himself in front of you instead. 

Bucky turned to look back in your direction, though you replied before he could even ask, “I’m okay. Not hurt.”

He nodded then held up his finger, asking you to wait just a minute. In two strides Bucky was across the hall, delivering a kick to Wesley before he could get up. Bucky crouched down at his side, using his metal hand to grip the base of Wesley’s neck. Bucky leaned in and you couldn’t hear anything he was saying, but you could only guess the list of threats being delivered. Wesley’s face turned white as he absorbed whatever Bucky was promising.

Once Bucky was back to his feet, he picked up your bag from the ground and motioned down the hallway. You didn’t even bother casting another glance towards Wesley, who remained quietly on the floor as you departed. Bucky’s free hand cradled your lower back as you navigated to the elevator, where a swipe of your room key granted you access to the penthouse level of the hotel.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky’s words came out quietly as soon as the elevator doors closed. “I should have been there sooner.”

“Stop,” you replied with a shake of your head. “I should have just asked them if I could wait inside the spa foyer. It’s not your fault some guy tracked me down.”

“Some dumbass,” Bucky muttered out. “Steve trusted me to–”

“Bucky, come on.” You pivoted, reaching for his closest hand. “I’m fine. Nothing happened. Your timing was perfect. In fact, we should celebrate that I barely froze up and managed to maybe break his finger.”

Bucky grinned in return. “Oh, Stevie is going to be proud. I was impressed, doll.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, thanks. But it’s over now, so don’t dwell, okay? I’m not going to.”

Bucky squeezed your hand before you let go. “Okay. I don’t think I can forget seeing that moron’s hand on you but I’ll try to shake it off.”

For some reason, that reaction coming from Bucky made your heart twist. It was quite endearing, the way he seemed to care for you. It was probably safer not to think too hard about it.

When you got to the top floor, Bucky followed behind as you headed towards the suite. When you arrived with Steve earlier, the room almost felt like too much. No, it was definitely too much. But you decided it was okay to revel in the excess, since it wasn’t something you did often. 

The suite was spacious - your entire apartment would fit in just the sitting room. It had grand floor to ceiling windows across one side of the room, with a large comfy sectional for seating across from a dining table. On the end of the room, a set of French doors separated the sprawling king size bed and primary bathroom. God, you couldn’t wait to curl up next to Steve on that bed.

You flopped down onto the couch once you had dropped down your things. Bucky was lingering near the doorway still. 

“Bucky?” 

He entered further to meet you, eyebrows raised. “Yes?”

“Are you doing anything right now?” You offered him a smile as you reached towards the side table. You lifted up the room service menu. “Hungry?”

---

 “So, how’s your mom doing after everything?” You slid the bowl of fries in Bucky’s direction as you asked. “Also, please feel free to finish these. I’m done.”

Together, you and Bucky had ordered a room service feast. Although Bucky did admit there was a poker game he had been invited to, you were happy to have his company. And from your point of view, it seemed Bucky was having a nice time too. You hadn’t seen him so relaxed and comfortable in a while. You liked that side of him.

Bucky laughed as grabbed the rest of the fries. “Winnie is good. She’s resilient, to a fault. She thinks her doc is crazy for asking her to quit smokin’ but she’s trying.”

“A heart attack is a good kick in the pants, I suppose,” you replied with a shrug. 

“I told her I’d quit too. I think that’s helpin’, like she’s not the only one who has to give it up.”

“Wait, really?” You turned on the couch to look at him. “Bucky, that’s amazing. I know that’s not easy.”

He laughed. “Can’t applaud me yet. It’s only been three weeks.” He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket to reveal a tin of mints. “I’m burning through a whole pack of these a day instead.”

“Gotta keep your mouth busy, huh.” You immediately gasped at your own comment, holding your hand to your mouth. “Oh, god, I’m sorry. That’s not what I–”

Bucky was smirking. “You’re not wrong, doll. It’s a bit of an issue.”

You couldn’t risk making any more comments about Bucky’s oral fixation, so you just reached for your glass of wine and returned your eyes to the TV. Bucky had let you pick out a movie, though you had really spent most of the evening just talking to each other. It was…nice. You just really wished Steve was there too. 

There was just something within you that wanted…you wanted them both.. and..

You shook your head, letting your thoughts trail off. Beside you on the couch, Bucky’s phone buzzed.

“Is that Steve?” You glanced over at him.

Bucky rolled his eyes as he looked at his screen. “No. He should be done soon, though.” He sighed, tossing his phone back down beside him. He laughed to himself. “That was Titania. Again.”

“Wait. Are you still seeing her?” You didn’t mean to sound so surprised. Bucky had brought her around a few times - a loud girl who had legally changed her name from Mary to Titania - and you were relieved when Bucky said he cut things off with her. In fact, you had been more than relieved. Something about the way she talked to Bucky, and every other person with a heartbeat nearby, had rubbed you the wrong way. 

“Christ, no.” Bucky was still laughing. “But she seems to be thinking otherwise tonight. I shouldn’t have wasted my little free time on her.”

“I never really liked her.” You placed your wine glass back on the table and leaned back on the couch, looking towards him. “You deserve better. And with the right person, I think you’d find the time. Steve and I make it work.”

Bucky mirrored your position, leaning back the same. He met your eyes. “Steve’s lucky to have you, doll. Really.” He opened his mouth to say something else, then snapped it shut again. 

Before you could pry, there was a sound at the door. Bucky shot up immediately, stalking towards the entrance with his hand hovering at his hip. 

“Jesus, Buck. It’s just me.” Steve’s voice echoed through the suite, mixing in with Bucky’s as they both headed back to the seating area. 

Steve grinned when he saw you, quickly walking over to press a kiss to you over the back of the couch. "Hi sweetheart." After another kiss, he let out a long breath. “God, I’m happy to see you.”

“Me too.”

“How was your night at the spa?” When you hesitated to answer, casting a glance towards Bucky first, Steve jumped back in. “What happened?”

Bucky sighed, heading towards the wet bar across the room. “I’m cracking into this bourbon.” 

You took that as the opportunity to explain what happened with Wesley, which appeared to just piss Steve off. You weren’t surprised by that, of course. But you were hoping to just move past the whole thing. He dropped down on the couch beside you and lifted his hand to cradle your jaw. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I promise. I was annoyed more than anything.” You shifted to sit on your knees and kissed Steve again. “Besides, Bucky arrived just in time.”

Bucky sighed from across the room. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier, Stevie. I just–”

“Buck, don’t. My girl is here safe and sound, that’s all that matters.” Steve paused, before looking back at Bucky. You saw Steve’s jaw tick, pausing and saying plenty with his eyes before he spoke. “Did you take care of it?”

Bucky nodded. “Barber sent out his crew. They’ll be waiting at Fisk’s warehouse.”

“Good. Barber owes me.” Steve let out a long breath, leaning against the couch once Bucky delivered him a glass of whiskey. 

Once he himself was empty handed though, Bucky started towards the door. “I’m gonna head out.”

“You don’t have to go, Buck,” Steve said, sipping his drink before relinquishing it to you and your grabby hands. 

You took a gulp and smiled, bouncing as you sat back on your knees. “We can finish the movie.”

Bucky shrugged, though he did return a smile. “I’m alright. You two have a good night.”

The moment Bucky was out the door, before Steve could get up to deadbolt the door behind him, you were straddling Steve’s lap. “Hi.”

“Oh, hi.” Steve grinned, taking back his drink from you and finishing it in one go. He deposited his glass on the closest surface and quickly got his hands on you, moving slowly up your thighs. 

“How was your meeting?”

“Long. Frustrating. Productive. But most importantly, over and done with.” His hands paused on your hips, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I am. I promise.”

He let out a long breath, closing his eyes briefly before locking his gaze on yours. “That idiot outside the spa— can’t say I’m not bothered by it still, sweetheart. Some of the people I have to work with.. Well, they should know better. They shouldn’t be talking to you, let alone tracking down where you are.”

“Would it make you feel better to know I might have broken his finger?”

“Marginally. He never should have touched you.”

“It was just my arm.”

“Doesn’t matter. No one should touch you without your consent - ever.”

“Steve.” You moved your hips slightly, leaning in closer to him. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “I’m okay. And I assume Bucky scared the shit out of him, given how the guy seemed to be sinking into the floor when we left. If I hadn’t asked Bucky to hang out, I have a feeling he would have tracked the guy down.”

“I’m glad Bucky was there.” He moved his hands up and down your back. “Did you two have a nice night?”

You scrunched up your face, chewing on your lip. “Uhm, yes.”

“What’s on your mind, baby?” You could see Steve searching your face, his smile growing bigger as he pieced your thoughts together. “You know, all I want is for you to be safe and happy. I’ll give you anything you ask for. You just gotta use your words, my love.” Steve moved your hips against his, holding back a groan. He whispered out your name.

You took a deep breath, bracing your hands on Steve’s shoulders. “I was just thinking. Well, maybe we should have invited Bucky to stay? We could all, uh, have a cocktail.. A sidecar? Could we.. ask him to come back?”

It didn’t seem possible for Steve’s grin to grow even more, but somehow it did. “Oh, yes. Yes we can.”

“Not that..” You froze momentarily, blinking away a ruffle of thoughts. “I’m happy to see you and I’d be more than content with us just –”

Steve cut you off with a kiss. “I know, sweetheart. But I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about that night in my office and what other fun things we could do together. The three of us.”

“You’ve been thinking about it?” You couldn’t help giggling as Steve winked at you, reaching for his phone. 

While he called Bucky, you leaned in to press your lips against his neck. 

“Buck.. Yeah, no - everything’s okay… No emergency. Not sure how far you got - just wanted to invite you back for a nightcap.. Maybe for a grapefruit–.. Yes, exactly… She’s the one who suggested it, actually.” Steve paused to laugh. “Okay, I’ll take that as a yes. Okay. We’ll see you soon.”

---

You and Steve made out for approximately two minutes after his phone call to Bucky ended. Then Steve pressed pause and did a quick check in with you. To make sure you were okay with everything, reminding you that the three of you would only proceed with what you were comfortable with. Although you really wanted to throw yourself all over him, you appreciated Steve’s attentiveness. 

“As much as you want me to be in charge,” Steve grabbed your hands and looked at you directly. “You are in charge. Don’t forget that. You’re calling the shots and if you want to stop, that’s it.”

“I know.”

“Can I hear you say it?”

“If I want to stop, it’s over. I decide.”

“Thank you.” Steve leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Now why don’t you go get ready while I wait for Bucky.” He growled against your skin as he pulled away. There was some underlying carnal energy within Steve that spilled out unexpectedly sometimes and god, you really loved it. 

To resist pacing around and letting insecurities creep in, you changed into a set of silk pajamas - a lacy tank top and shorts set you really loved. It made you feel both sexy and comfortable and you really needed that to calm your nerves.

You stood near the windows, watching over the lights across the Boston cityscape. Soon enough, you could hear Steve and Bucky’s voices. They were laughing about something and it quickly put you at ease. 

The doors pushed open and you couldn’t stop your heart from fluttering when Steve and Bucky walked in.

Steve, who was undoing the top few buttons of his shirt and smiling at you. Bucky was swallowing his own smile too, his tongue gliding across his lips as he met your eyes.

“Hi,” you squeaked out, nodding to Steve as he walked towards you. He discarded his suit jacket and grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the windows and closer towards the bed. He pressed a soft, deep kiss to your lips before slowly turning you around. Steve wrapped his arms around your waist, your back against his chest.

“Hi,” Bucky echoed back. He stopped just in front of you, pinning you with a soft stare. “Don’t you look nice, doll.”

“Thanks Bucky.” You reached your arm out, inside his jacket. Your hand brushed across his chest and you could swear you felt him holding his breath. Quickly you dipped into his inside pocket and found the tin of breath mints. “Can I have one?”

Bucky nodded. “Of course.”

You rattled the container and took one of the mints out, then very slowly placed it on your tongue.

It wasn’t lost on you the way Bucky’s eyes dropped to your mouth.

After a few beats, you turned your head to twist and look at Steve. “Stevie?” You repeated your slow movement, this time giving a mint to Steve instead. Steve closed his mouth around your finger after and you couldn’t help but giggle again.

“Christ, you two are going to kill me,” Bucky muttered out, dragging a hand down his jaw.

“Bucky?” You offered the tin of mints to him again and he shook his head. 

“There’s other things that’ll keep my mouth busy, I’m sure.”

You saw Bucky’s eyes flick to Steve’s briefly, then they were on you. 

Steve made his move first, practically growling as moved his hands up your body. Almost immediately his lips were soaring across your shoulders and neck, hands slipping under your tank top.

Bucky, though, stepped forward and extended his hand out to cradle your jaw. With one shift, his hand was gripping the side of your neck as he brought himself closer.

You were staring right at his lips now. Your eyes flicked up to meet his.

Bucky whispered out your name. “Is this okay? Can I touch you? Kiss you?”

You were already breathless from the way Steve was all over you, so you made a point to nod very clearly. “Yes.” Steve’s lips found the other side of your neck as you spoke. “Yes, anywhere.”

Bucky’s hand remained clamped on your neck as he grinned. He lead with his lips, crashing into yours with a fervour you hadn’t been prepared for. The impact nearly knocked you off your feet, but Steve kept his hands on your waist to steady you.

Bucky and Steve both caressed every inch of your exposed skin as their lips explored all over you. Your senses had never been so overwhelmed - the dim lights of the room seemed to heighten every touch, every whisper and moan, the mixture of their cologne and hints of whiskey and cigars. 

Soon enough, Steve was easing you down to lay on the bed. Bucky pulled back, tearing at the buttons of his own shirt. 

“Baby,” Steve spoke softly as you laid against one of the pillows. He kneeled at your side, leaning down to leave a trail of kisses along your neck. He tugged down the straps of your tank top, hands sliding over your soft skin as he massaged your breasts. 

You couldn’t hold back the moan of pleasure washing over you from his touch. 

“Baby..” He started again, biting back a smirk as he locked eyes with you. “I think Bucky wants to put his mouth to use. How does that sound?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, moving your eyes from Steve back towards Bucky. Bucky, who was biting down on one of his knuckles as he stared back at you. “That sounds.. I’d really like that. It sounds nice.” Nice? You couldn’t manage to think of any other adjective but at least it made Bucky grin.

“Honey, I promise you a lot more than nice,” Bucky said as he stretched his neck, crawling onto the bed up towards you.

You and Steve both shifted slightly, slipping off your tank top as you adjusted. Steve leaned back against the headboard and you laid back against him, giving you a perfect angle to watch Bucky position himself between your legs.  

Bucky’s hands glided up and across your skin, applying bursts of pressure to massage your muscles as he kissed your inner thighs. You reached down to your waistband, but Bucky didn’t even bother waiting - he got there first, tugging your shorts down. You held your breath as you maneuvered them off, suddenly frozen as you realized you were… exposed, completely. 

You were splayed out on the bed, between these two powerful, sexy men and were you - did Bucky even want this - was this whole idea absolutely–

“Holy fuck,” Bucky breathed out, mouth agape. “God, you’re gorgeous. And already so wet, huh. Just for me and Stevie?” 

Your flurry of uncertain thoughts immediately disappeared as Bucky’s mouth got to work - like an electric shock as his tongue licked up and down your already damp center, sending a jolt through you as he circled your clit. 

Oh, yeah. Yeah. He wanted it. And god you were grateful.

You collapsed back against Steve, who had the audacity to chuckle at your reaction. Before you could try to sass him, his hands and lips were moving again. He kissed against your jaw and neck, as his hands gripped and pulled at your nipples. Each twist added another shock to your system, a joyful pairing with Bucky’s actions between your thighs.

You reached down and tangled your hands in Bucky’s hair, pulling against his tresses as his tongue worked overtime. 

“Oh, fuck. Oh god, I’m going to–” You were approaching a climax already, hips bucking upwards. Bucky took this as an opportunity to grip the underside of your thighs, holding you in place as he continued to lash against you with his tongue. 

“Just let go, baby,” Steve cheered you on as you quivered in his arms, shaking through the orgasm that flooded through every inch of you. “Take everything you need tonight.”

You stretched out and gripped the sheets as Bucky carried on, neglecting to even come up from air as he continued. A gasp escaped you as you felt one of his metal fingers against your entrance, pushing into you slowly as he continued his mouthwork.

Steve very gently moved you over onto a pillow again as he stood, meeting your lips again before he disappeared into the bathroom. Though you tried to, it was hard to even think about what Steve was doing while Bucky continued his handiwork. 

Though Bucky’s tongue had slowed down, his fingers were taking charge now - sliding in and out of you, crooked upwards at just the right angle to make you sing even louder. You gasped as another orgasm approached, once again pushing yourself up on your elbows to watch Bucky. God, what a sexy picture it was - Bucky working hard between your legs as his own hips were grinding against the bed, seemingly searching for any kind of friction he could get. 

Your focus was short lived though, as Bucky sped up again and waves of pleasure rolled through you once more. You twitched through the aftershocks, eyes tightly closed as you fell into the pillows. 

“Bucky..” Your chest heaved as you came down, heart thumping in your chest. You barely noticed Bucky’s mouth pull back and then you heard it - a few clicks followed by a buzzing noise. 

You opened your eyes and lifted your head, finding Steve standing at the end of the bed beside Bucky. And in Steve’s hands was one of your vibrator’s - a small, little bullet style vibe that you sometimes slip in with your bathroom items when you’re staying at Steve’s. And that devil of a man had taken it upon himself to grab it.

“You’re a menace,” you whispered out, though you couldn’t hide the smirk on your face. 

Steve, who had stripped down to just his boxers, shot you a wily grin. He tossed the vibrator onto the bed, within your reach. “My turn..” 

Bucky sat up, winking at you before he moved off the bed. He started to remove the rest of his clothes before he crawled up beside you, leaning back against the headboard, cock hard in his hand. 

Steve peeled his boxers off, tugging on your ankles to bring you closer to him as he stood at the end of the bed. Fuck - where were you supposed to even look? Ahead of you, where Steve was spitting into his hand before stroking his cock, getting ready to split you in half. Or to your side, where Bucky was salivating and touching himself as he watched you and Steve.

“Baby.” Steve’s voice grabbed your attention. “Looks like Bucky got you all ready for me..” He kneeled onto the bed and slowly rubbed his cock against you, sucking in a hard breath at the feeling. 

You let out a low moan at the feeling, pushing your hips upwards in a desperate attempt for more friction. “Stevie, please. I need you.”

Steve chuckled, wetting his thumb in his mouth before reaching down and circling it against your clit. “I need you too, sweetheart. All night in that dumb fuckin’ meeting - you bet I was thinking about you, how sweet you’d feel.” He gripped himself again and lined against your entrance, pushing in with a hard thrust.

Fuck. Every single time - Steve felt incredible, as if he was designed for you. And he could read you like a book, as if you were something he memorized a long time ago and knew front to back. He always seemed to know just what you needed and when. This particular instance wasn’t any different.

Steve laid his hard body on top of yours, once again crushing his lips against yours as his hips rutted into you. It was hard, fast, and possessive, especially as Steve started to practically growl into your neck.

He slowed down briefly as he adjusted, returning to just his knees. He held your thighs up, bracing himself and changing the angle of your hips. To a position right where–

“Oh, fuuuuck,” you whined, once again grasping at the bedsheets.

“Jesus, you know just how to make her sing, Steve,” Bucky added in. “It’s incredible.”

“Wanna help me out?” Steve didn’t let up his pace as he pointed at the small vibrator, nestled against the swath of pillows.

Bucky grinned, nodding happily as he moved towards you on the bed. He grabbed the toy with one hand, kneeling at your side. The other continued to grip his cock, slow and steady. 

You looked up towards Bucky, catching his smirk as he knelt at your side. You bit your lip, stifling your moans as Steve continued his steady thrusts. 

Bucky clicked the toy on, cycling through the different settings before he brought it down against your skin. Slowly, he dragged it across your chest, your nipples, your soft stomach. 

You took in a breath, reaching your hand out to grab his. Then, you helped him position it right where—

“Fuck, fuck—” You shrieked as the vibrations met your clit, involuntary clenching at the electric sensation. “Right-ri-ght there. Please. Don’t stop.” You heard Steve laughing. Menace.

Bucky didn’t relent though, neither of them did. As Steve drilled into you, Bucky swirled the toy around your center - changing the pulses and pressures as he listened to your reactions. 

As you felt another climax coming, Bucky pulled the toy away and leaned down to bring his mouth to yours. “You’re gorgeous, doll.” He bit at your lip. “So fucking sexy. I want to see you come again - show me.”

It wasn’t a command per se, you had free will. But the minute Bucky returned those vibrations to your clit, you were done for. It wasn’t even your own decision, your body ricocheted through the waves as you quivered. Your thighs tensed up under Steve’s hands as he stilled his movements, steady and hard inside you. 

As Bucky pulled away, turning off the toy, you caught your breath. 

Steve squeezed your ankle, asking for your attention. “Baby, are you okay? Do you want to stop or take a break?” 

You couldn’t help but grin. Christ, Steve was buried in you and Bucky was hard at your side. Despite that, you knew you could call it now if you were getting tired. But you really, really didn’t want to.

A smile crawled onto your face as you met Steve’s gaze. “I’m okay, really. I’m.. I want more.”

Steve smirked, sliding his tongue across his lips. He held eye contact with you for another moment before he looked at Bucky instead. “You got a condom?”

Bucky immediately nodded, but turned his attention to you before he moved. You bit your lip and nodded before he could get his question out. And when his face lit up, you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling.

Moments later, Steve was the one sitting back against the headboard. You had flipped over onto your hands and knees, crawling up to meet him for a kiss while Bucky retrieved a condom from his wallet. Steve groaned into your mouth as you took his length in your hands, still slick and glistening with evidence of you.

“I gotta be totally honest here,” Bucky said from behind you, dealing with the packaging. “Steve, when you called - I barely.. I barely made it back to my room, already had to fucking rub one out thinking about..”

You sat up on your knees, still lazily stroking Steve as you looked back to Bucky. “Thinking about me?”

Bucky was grinning again. “Uh huh. You. Stevie. You and Stevie, doll. Dreaming about feeling you again - feeling this..” He knelt onto the bed, reaching for your hips to pull you back to him. “Thank god I did though - don’t wanna blow it too soon now..”

You just laughed again, wiggling your ass as Bucky positioned himself behind you. Steve reached for you too, pulling you down to brace yourself on his thighs. 

Steve gripped your cheek in his hand, meeting your eyes as Bucky started to press in. It was a feeling you never thought you’d experience and words to describe it fell away. The special, satisfying awe that consumed Steve’s face as Bucky thrusted into you was something else. 

“Baby,” Steve said with a coy smile. “That feel good?”

You couldn’t even formulate a response. Good wasn’t the right descriptor but it was so good. It felt right and wrong and hot and so fucking good. 

All you could manage to do is smile, gripping Steve’s legs as Bucky moved against you. 

“Cause if it’s not good enough, baby.. we can put Bucky in a timeout. Make him watch instead.”

“Rogers, you motherfucker,” Bucky bit back with a laugh. “You know I’ll take care of your girl.” He still for a moment then, releasing a hand from your hip to lean forward. He kissed your lower back gently, snaking his hand underneath your body to find your clit as he shifted his hips. “I’ll always take care of her.”

A moan escaped you. Steve brushed his hand across your forehead. “You’re doing so well, love. Look at you.”

That made you melt, smiling even bigger as you looked back up at Steve. Then, well, you got to work, too. 

Collapsing one hand, you leaned in and grabbed Steve’s cock. It was hot and velvety against your skin. You took it in your mouth next, sinking down to take as much as you could without losing all your breath.

“Fuuuuck,” Steve released his own moan, immediately grabbing the sides of your face to guide you. “That’s it. Jesus Christ. This is quite the view, baby.” 

Behind you, Bucky seemed to hum in agreement. His hand worked against your clit to bring you over the edge once more, before retreating to slap your ass cheeks with a warm palm. 

“This fucking ass, honey. It’s a gift.” 

It all felt like a whirlwind, a dream sequence you could live in forever. Ahead of you, Steve was peppering you with praise as you took care of him. You were sloppy and messy and hungry, alternating between your hands and mouth. If Steve wanted to be a menace, you’d repay him the same. 

And behind you, Bucky treated his actions with intention. Like a strategy for ensuring you both enjoyed yourselves as long as possible. He was steady and firm, showering you with compliments as he fucked you. 

All three of you escaped into ecstasy, chasing your good feelings together. 

“Christ, I’m going to - hold on, hold on,” Bucky slowed down, in an attempt to edge himself instead of going over the edge. 

You pulled your mouth from Steve with a pop, sitting up on your knees to look back at Bucky. 

“Come up here,” you reached for his hand, motioning for him to sit up at the top of the bed beside Steve. “Let me do some work.”

“Not gonna argue with that, doll,” he replied, winking before he moved onto the bed. 

Steve was laughing again, crossing his arms behind his head while you moved to straddle Bucky. “I like this view, too. Don’t hold back, baby.” 

You made a point to lean over and press a kiss to Steve, before doing the exact same to Bucky, too. Then you lined him up and sunk down, letting out a string of curse words as you got used to the new position. 

Steve was always plenty and you loved how it felt to ride him. And now, you couldn’t help but be curious how Bucky would compare. 

“Oh-ohh my god,” you said quietly, slowly rocking your hips. “Yes, this is.. fuck.” You leaned forward once more, crashing your lips against Bucky’s as you continued to move. He let you control the pace, both hands cradling your jaw as you fought his tongue. 

When you paused, clenching all your muscles, Bucky seemed to shake. “Honey.. that’s.. you’re amazing. Fuck, you feel so good.” You kissed him again and pulled back, stretching your arms up. “You’re fucking beautiful. Look at you.” He stroked his hands against your thighs, up across your stomach, each hand landing on a breast as he twisted your nipples between his fingers.

Steve made a move from his seat, once again reaching for your vibrator. He clicked it on and brought it to the apex of your thighs, holding it against your clit as you moved up and down on Bucky. 

“Oh my god,” Bucky said through gritted teeth. 

Steve shot him a smirk. “Think you can hold out?”

“You are a fuckin’ menace,” Bucky barked back, leaning back even further into the pillows behind him. He called out your name. “Why do you put him with him?”

You sucked in a deep breath as Steve increased the speed of the vibrator. “He’s good with his hands… mouth.. dick. He’ll make me come a dozen times before he gets off..” 

“The list goes on,” Steve finished for you, reaching an arm out to brace you before you collapsed through another climax. He gently laid you back down against Bucky, then Steve moved behind you again. “You stay right there, baby.” 

With a quick lift of your hips, Bucky slid out from you and Steve was quick to slide in. You pressed against Bucky’s check, kissing against his neck and jaw as Steve pulsed into you. 

“So fucking sexy,” Bucky whispered out against your jaw. 

“Do you like this, sweetheart? Being between us?” Steve’s hands felt like a vice on your hips, holding on for dear life as he worked into you. “What if you had both of us? At the same time?”

Steve laughed as he felt you react, squeezing him as he was sheathed inside. 

“Not today. Not yet.. but fuck, imagine we both could fill you up. What do you think, Buck?” Steve stopped himself and shifted. 

Christ, they were changing places again. Steve eased you right back onto Bucky, who happily picked up his pace. 

“Shit. I’d love that.” They continued like this, talking filthy desires as they took turns with you. All you could do was lay against Bucky’s chest, relaxing into the pace as they fucked you. 

Before he tagged in again, Steve gently moved you from Bucky and got you onto your back again. “I’m gonna blow, sweetheart. I wanna fill you up.” 

Once Steve was inside you again, he leaned down and pressed his chest to yours. You hooked your legs around him, melting away as he groaned out your name. With a few final hard thrusts he was grunting, growling as he reached his peak. 

Catching his breath, he slowly raised himself back up, dragging his cock from you. 

You caught your breath, eyes closed as you clutched the sheets. When you opened them, Steve was staring down in awe as the evidence leaked out of you. 

Bucky knelt beside you, aggressively pulling at his condom before removing it and stroking his cock. 

You extended your legs open a bit wider, inviting him towards you. He shuffled ahead with a smile, very easily hitting his own orgasm as he spilled out and came over your mound. 

You let out a happy sigh, running your fingers through it and down into your folds. You managed to quiver at even that touch, falling back onto the bed as you let all your muscles relax. 

It was hard to believe all that had just happened. You stayed laying on the bed, lost in a blissful daze. Maybe they had both kissed you again, you recalled Bucky saying thank you even. Actually, you weren’t even sure if Steve and Bucky were still there beside you - though Steve did quickly bring you back down to earth when he joined you on the bed again, cleaning you up with a warm cloth. 

You knew you should go to the bathroom and clean up, but you were resistant to pop the bubble. This has been an unexpected sensual experience - connecting with both Steve and Bucky in a way you hadn’t anticipated. You had like all of it - no, you loved it. 

The soft touches, the consideration, the attentiveness, the very obvious shared goal of making sure you were having the best experience. 

You couldn’t predict if this would change anything. Well, no. Things had certainly changed - once you did this with another person, you couldn’t go back. But knowing that this entire thing happened with Bucky, it warmed a new part of your heart. 

The fact that even now, only minutes after both Steve and Bucky had been inside you, they were shooting the shit and Bucky was pouring another round of whiskey, you knew things wouldn’t be different in a bad way. 

It was, perhaps, something really, really good instead. 

Following a long hot shower and another late night round of room service with the boys, you were ready for bed - to sleep. You surprised yourself staying up even a bit later given you were properly tuckered out after your bedroom activities. 

Judging by Steve’s yawns, he was following behind you. 

While you and Steve got up off the couch, Bucky hesitated. Before he could say anything, you glanced at Steve for confirmation before looking at Bucky. 

You searched Bucky’s face for a moment, to see if you were all on the same page. Then, you smiled. “I think you should just crash here, Buck. It’s a big bed.” 

A slow grin appeared on Bucky’s face, too. He looked at Steve then back to you. “You sure?”

“Of course, punk.” Steve rolled his neck then grabbed your hand. “Watch out for drool from this one, though.”

You just giggled and extended your free hand out to Bucky. “And fair warning, Steve is a furnace.”

“Oh, I know, doll. Not the first time I’ve shared a bed with the idiot.”

You smiled even wider. “Oh, really? And who is usually the big spoon?” 

Steve just laughed. “I guess you’re about to find out, baby.”

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FIN. that's all for now folks, thank you for reading!!!

But any kind of follow up or ‘next time’ hadn’t occurred and you had decided that if it didn’t happen again, that was okay. 

The hotel in Boston wasn’t the Ritz or the Four Seasons. Perhaps it catered to questionable cash transactions while those high-end corporate ones wouldn’t. But that didn’t stop it from feeling fancy, especially when it came to the spa. Steve had walked you there personally, in his crisp suit, kissing you deeply before saying goodbye. Before departing, he confirmed Bucky would return later to walk you back to the room. Even though you insisted you could make it back on your own, the tense look on Steve’s face wasn’t lost on you.

So yes, of course. Bucky could walk you back. That was fine. Steve was in a closed door, no-phones-allowed meeting, and if it made him feel better to know Bucky was returning you safely to the penthouse suite, you’d indulge him.

Well, before that, you were indulging yourself.

One hot stone massage, restorative facial, steam room visit and manicure later - you were perfectly relaxed and simply floating.

“Everything is taken care of.” The young girl working behind the desk waved you by after you asked for the bill. When you tried to at least offer them a tip, the girl just smiled and shook her head. “Mr. Rogers took care of that, too.”

“Okay. Well.” You smiled back. “Thank you.”

“Have a nice evening, Mrs. Rogers!” 

You swallowed the grin growing on your face as you decided not to correct her about your title and marital status. That… truthfully, that sounded nice. But it wasn’t the time to unpack that just yet. 

You swung your bag over your shoulder then stepped outside the spa doors, quickly scanning for Bucky. He didn’t seem to be there yet, though you had only been able to estimate how long everything would take. Before you even had a chance to reach for your phone, someone was calling your name.

It wasn’t Bucky.

You sucked in a breath as the stranger approached. He was clad in a dark suit jacket, carrying a confidence you were sure wasn’t justified. You had met a lot of people in Steve’s business circle and although you didn’t recognize this man in particular, he had the same energy a lot of those other men did. He reeked of arrogance and a sense of superiority. 

“Can I help you?” You crossed your arms cautiously.

The man offered you a quick smile, though it didn’t change the cold look behind his glasses. “Rogers asked me to escort you to the meeting room.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Right, of course.”

“Shall we then?” He motioned his head down the hall. 

“Honestly, I’m a little insulted that you think I’d just blindly follow you somewhere.” You took a step backward, trying to crane your neck beyond him to see if perhaps Bucky was on his way. You considered, briefly, heading back into the spa but you knew they had already locked up behind you.

You weren't an idiot. Steve would never send a stranger to collect you. That was something he had drilled into your head many times. It led to you always being a bit too suspicious about strangers but you knew it was during moments like this one that your gut feeling was more important than anything.

It had been months now since you last took a self-defense class with Nat and you prayed you wouldn’t have to put any of that into play physically. But the least you could do was plan out an exit strategy. Sure, the hallway was empty and quiet. Screaming could work but may draw the wrong attention. If you could at least get beyond the guy or stall until Bucky was to arrive –

“And I’m insulted that you think you have a choice right now.” The man took a few steps closer to you, crowding you into a corner in the hallway junction, intentionally brushing his suit jacket open to reveal a gun. Unfortunately, you knew if some idiot was trying to use you as a bargaining chip with Steve, your life likely wasn’t in danger at that very moment. But that didn’t make the gun reveal comforting. In fact, your heart rate shot right up.

You just had to keep stalling.

He grabbed your wrist, trying to pull you in his direction. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

You held your breath - very fondly remembering how calm and collected you were minutes ago when your massage ended. What would Natasha do? You held the man’s stare and spoke slowly, “You are making a very bad decision.”

Before he could return some cheeky comment, you heard the sound of a gun cocking. Bucky loomed over him, meeting your eyes across the top of his head. 

“Remove your fucking hand, Wesley.” 

You weren’t exactly sure what came over you, but the moment this man - Wesley - clocked that Bucky was behind him, you sensed him faltering. So, you sprung into action. You dropped your bag to free your opposite hand and immediately grabbed Wesley’s hand that was gripping your wrist. Once you found the weakest finger, you bent it backwards as hard as you could.

Wesley yelped out in pain, cursing as he released your arm. Bucky took over right after, yanking a stumbling Wesley’s collar to get him away from you. In what felt like an instant, Wesley was slammed against the opposite wall as Bucky put himself in front of you instead. 

Bucky turned to look back in your direction, though you replied before he could even ask, “I’m okay. Not hurt.”

He nodded then held up his finger, asking you to wait just a minute. In two strides Bucky was across the hall, delivering a kick to Wesley before he could get up. Bucky crouched down at his side, using his metal hand to grip the base of Wesley’s neck. Bucky leaned in and you couldn’t hear anything he was saying, but you could only guess the list of threats being delivered. Wesley’s face turned white as he absorbed whatever Bucky was promising.

Once Bucky was back to his feet, he picked up your bag from the ground and motioned down the hallway. You didn’t even bother casting another glance towards Wesley, who remained quietly on the floor as you departed. Bucky’s free hand cradled your lower back as you navigated to the elevator, where a swipe of your room key granted you access to the penthouse level of the hotel.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky’s words came out quietly as soon as the elevator doors closed. “I should have been there sooner.”

“Stop,” you replied with a shake of your head. “I should have just asked them if I could wait inside the spa foyer. It’s not your fault some guy tracked me down.”

“Some dumbass,” Bucky muttered out. “Steve trusted me to–”

“Bucky, come on.” You pivoted, reaching for his closest hand. “I’m fine. Nothing happened. Your timing was perfect. In fact, we should celebrate that I barely froze up and managed to maybe break his finger.”

Bucky grinned in return. “Oh, Stevie is going to be proud. I was impressed, doll.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, thanks. But it’s over now, so don’t dwell, okay? I’m not going to.”

Bucky squeezed your hand before you let go. “Okay. I don’t think I can forget seeing that moron’s hand on you but I’ll try to shake it off.”

For some reason, that reaction coming from Bucky made your heart twist. It was quite endearing, the way he seemed to care for you. It was probably safer not to think too hard about it.

When you got to the top floor, Bucky followed behind as you headed towards the suite. When you arrived with Steve earlier, the room almost felt like too much. No, it was definitely too much. But you decided it was okay to revel in the excess, since it wasn’t something you did often. 

The suite was spacious - your entire apartment would fit in just the sitting room. It had grand floor to ceiling windows across one side of the room, with a large comfy sectional for seating across from a dining table. On the end of the room, a set of French doors separated the sprawling king size bed and primary bathroom. God, you couldn’t wait to curl up next to Steve on that bed.

You flopped down onto the couch once you had dropped down your things. Bucky was lingering near the doorway still. 

“Bucky?” 

He entered further to meet you, eyebrows raised. “Yes?”

“Are you doing anything right now?” You offered him a smile as you reached towards the side table. You lifted up the room service menu. “Hungry?”

---

 “So, how’s your mom doing after everything?” You slid the bowl of fries in Bucky’s direction as you asked. “Also, please feel free to finish these. I’m done.”

Together, you and Bucky had ordered a room service feast. Although Bucky did admit there was a poker game he had been invited to, you were happy to have his company. And from your point of view, it seemed Bucky was having a nice time too. You hadn’t seen him so relaxed and comfortable in a while. You liked that side of him.

Bucky laughed as grabbed the rest of the fries. “Winnie is good. She’s resilient, to a fault. She thinks her doc is crazy for asking her to quit smokin’ but she’s trying.”

“A heart attack is a good kick in the pants, I suppose,” you replied with a shrug. 

“I told her I’d quit too. I think that’s helpin’, like she’s not the only one who has to give it up.”

“Wait, really?” You turned on the couch to look at him. “Bucky, that’s amazing. I know that’s not easy.”

He laughed. “Can’t applaud me yet. It’s only been three weeks.” He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket to reveal a tin of mints. “I’m burning through a whole pack of these a day instead.”

“Gotta keep your mouth busy, huh.” You immediately gasped at your own comment, holding your hand to your mouth. “Oh, god, I’m sorry. That’s not what I–”

Bucky was smirking. “You’re not wrong, doll. It’s a bit of an issue.”

You couldn’t risk making any more comments about Bucky’s oral fixation, so you just reached for your glass of wine and returned your eyes to the TV. Bucky had let you pick out a movie, though you had really spent most of the evening just talking to each other. It was…nice. You just really wished Steve was there too. 

There was just something within you that wanted…you wanted them both.. and..

You shook your head, letting your thoughts trail off. Beside you on the couch, Bucky’s phone buzzed.

“Is that Steve?” You glanced over at him.

Bucky rolled his eyes as he looked at his screen. “No. He should be done soon, though.” He sighed, tossing his phone back down beside him. He laughed to himself. “That was Titania. Again.”

“Wait. Are you still seeing her?” You didn’t mean to sound so surprised. Bucky had brought her around a few times - a loud girl who had legally changed her name from Mary to Titania - and you were relieved when Bucky said he cut things off with her. In fact, you had been more than relieved. Something about the way she talked to Bucky, and every other person with a heartbeat nearby, had rubbed you the wrong way. 

“Christ, no.” Bucky was still laughing. “But she seems to be thinking otherwise tonight. I shouldn’t have wasted my little free time on her.”

“I never really liked her.” You placed your wine glass back on the table and leaned back on the couch, looking towards him. “You deserve better. And with the right person, I think you’d find the time. Steve and I make it work.”

Bucky mirrored your position, leaning back the same. He met your eyes. “Steve’s lucky to have you, doll. Really.” He opened his mouth to say something else, then snapped it shut again. 

Before you could pry, there was a sound at the door. Bucky shot up immediately, stalking towards the entrance with his hand hovering at his hip. 

“Jesus, Buck. It’s just me.” Steve’s voice echoed through the suite, mixing in with Bucky’s as they both headed back to the seating area. 

Steve grinned when he saw you, quickly walking over to press a kiss to you over the back of the couch. "Hi sweetheart." After another kiss, he let out a long breath. “God, I’m happy to see you.”

“Me too.”

“How was your night at the spa?” When you hesitated to answer, casting a glance towards Bucky first, Steve jumped back in. “What happened?”

Bucky sighed, heading towards the wet bar across the room. “I’m cracking into this bourbon.” 

You took that as the opportunity to explain what happened with Wesley, which appeared to just piss Steve off. You weren’t surprised by that, of course. But you were hoping to just move past the whole thing. He dropped down on the couch beside you and lifted his hand to cradle your jaw. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I promise. I was annoyed more than anything.” You shifted to sit on your knees and kissed Steve again. “Besides, Bucky arrived just in time.”

Bucky sighed from across the room. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier, Stevie. I just–”

“Buck, don’t. My girl is here safe and sound, that’s all that matters.” Steve paused, before looking back at Bucky. You saw Steve’s jaw tick, pausing and saying plenty with his eyes before he spoke. “Did you take care of it?”

Bucky nodded. “Barber sent out his crew. They’ll be waiting at Fisk’s warehouse.”

“Good. Barber owes me.” Steve let out a long breath, leaning against the couch once Bucky delivered him a glass of whiskey. 

Once he himself was empty handed though, Bucky started towards the door. “I’m gonna head out.”

“You don’t have to go, Buck,” Steve said, sipping his drink before relinquishing it to you and your grabby hands. 

You took a gulp and smiled, bouncing as you sat back on your knees. “We can finish the movie.”

Bucky shrugged, though he did return a smile. “I’m alright. You two have a good night.”

The moment Bucky was out the door, before Steve could get up to deadbolt the door behind him, you were straddling Steve’s lap. “Hi.”

“Oh, hi.” Steve grinned, taking back his drink from you and finishing it in one go. He deposited his glass on the closest surface and quickly got his hands on you, moving slowly up your thighs. 

“How was your meeting?”

“Long. Frustrating. Productive. But most importantly, over and done with.” His hands paused on your hips, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I am. I promise.”

He let out a long breath, closing his eyes briefly before locking his gaze on yours. “That idiot outside the spa— can’t say I’m not bothered by it still, sweetheart. Some of the people I have to work with.. Well, they should know better. They shouldn’t be talking to you, let alone tracking down where you are.”

“Would it make you feel better to know I might have broken his finger?”

“Marginally. He never should have touched you.”

“It was just my arm.”

“Doesn’t matter. No one should touch you without your consent - ever.”

“Steve.” You moved your hips slightly, leaning in closer to him. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “I’m okay. And I assume Bucky scared the shit out of him, given how the guy seemed to be sinking into the floor when we left. If I hadn’t asked Bucky to hang out, I have a feeling he would have tracked the guy down.”

“I’m glad Bucky was there.” He moved his hands up and down your back. “Did you two have a nice night?”

You scrunched up your face, chewing on your lip. “Uhm, yes.”

“What’s on your mind, baby?” You could see Steve searching your face, his smile growing bigger as he pieced your thoughts together. “You know, all I want is for you to be safe and happy. I’ll give you anything you ask for. You just gotta use your words, my love.” Steve moved your hips against his, holding back a groan. He whispered out your name.

You took a deep breath, bracing your hands on Steve’s shoulders. “I was just thinking. Well, maybe we should have invited Bucky to stay? We could all, uh, have a cocktail.. A sidecar? Could we.. ask him to come back?”

It didn’t seem possible for Steve’s grin to grow even more, but somehow it did. “Oh, yes. Yes we can.”

“Not that..” You froze momentarily, blinking away a ruffle of thoughts. “I’m happy to see you and I’d be more than content with us just –”

Steve cut you off with a kiss. “I know, sweetheart. But I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about that night in my office and what other fun things we could do together. The three of us.”

“You’ve been thinking about it?” You couldn’t help giggling as Steve winked at you, reaching for his phone. 

While he called Bucky, you leaned in to press your lips against his neck. 

“Buck.. Yeah, no - everything’s okay… No emergency. Not sure how far you got - just wanted to invite you back for a nightcap.. Maybe for a grapefruit–.. Yes, exactly… She’s the one who suggested it, actually.” Steve paused to laugh. “Okay, I’ll take that as a yes. Okay. We’ll see you soon.”

---

You and Steve made out for approximately two minutes after his phone call to Bucky ended. Then Steve pressed pause and did a quick check in with you. To make sure you were okay with everything, reminding you that the three of you would only proceed with what you were comfortable with. Although you really wanted to throw yourself all over him, you appreciated Steve’s attentiveness. 

“As much as you want me to be in charge,” Steve grabbed your hands and looked at you directly. “You are in charge. Don’t forget that. You’re calling the shots and if you want to stop, that’s it.”

“I know.”

“Can I hear you say it?”

“If I want to stop, it’s over. I decide.”

“Thank you.” Steve leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Now why don’t you go get ready while I wait for Bucky.” He growled against your skin as he pulled away. There was some underlying carnal energy within Steve that spilled out unexpectedly sometimes and god, you really loved it. 

To resist pacing around and letting insecurities creep in, you changed into a set of silk pajamas - a lacy tank top and shorts set you really loved. It made you feel both sexy and comfortable and you really needed that to calm your nerves.

You stood near the windows, watching over the lights across the Boston cityscape. Soon enough, you could hear Steve and Bucky’s voices. They were laughing about something and it quickly put you at ease. 

The doors pushed open and you couldn’t stop your heart from fluttering when Steve and Bucky walked in.

Steve, who was undoing the top few buttons of his shirt and smiling at you. Bucky was swallowing his own smile too, his tongue gliding across his lips as he met your eyes.

“Hi,” you squeaked out, nodding to Steve as he walked towards you. He discarded his suit jacket and grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the windows and closer towards the bed. He pressed a soft, deep kiss to your lips before slowly turning you around. Steve wrapped his arms around your waist, your back against his chest.

“Hi,” Bucky echoed back. He stopped just in front of you, pinning you with a soft stare. “Don’t you look nice, doll.”

“Thanks Bucky.” You reached your arm out, inside his jacket. Your hand brushed across his chest and you could swear you felt him holding his breath. Quickly you dipped into his inside pocket and found the tin of breath mints. “Can I have one?”

Bucky nodded. “Of course.”

You rattled the container and took one of the mints out, then very slowly placed it on your tongue.

It wasn’t lost on you the way Bucky’s eyes dropped to your mouth.

After a few beats, you turned your head to twist and look at Steve. “Stevie?” You repeated your slow movement, this time giving a mint to Steve instead. Steve closed his mouth around your finger after and you couldn’t help but giggle again.

“Christ, you two are going to kill me,” Bucky muttered out, dragging a hand down his jaw.

“Bucky?” You offered the tin of mints to him again and he shook his head. 

“There’s other things that’ll keep my mouth busy, I’m sure.”

You saw Bucky’s eyes flick to Steve’s briefly, then they were on you. 

Steve made his move first, practically growling as moved his hands up your body. Almost immediately his lips were soaring across your shoulders and neck, hands slipping under your tank top.

Bucky, though, stepped forward and extended his hand out to cradle your jaw. With one shift, his hand was gripping the side of your neck as he brought himself closer.

You were staring right at his lips now. Your eyes flicked up to meet his.

Bucky whispered out your name. “Is this okay? Can I touch you? Kiss you?”

You were already breathless from the way Steve was all over you, so you made a point to nod very clearly. “Yes.” Steve’s lips found the other side of your neck as you spoke. “Yes, anywhere.”

Bucky’s hand remained clamped on your neck as he grinned. He lead with his lips, crashing into yours with a fervour you hadn’t been prepared for. The impact nearly knocked you off your feet, but Steve kept his hands on your waist to steady you.

Bucky and Steve both caressed every inch of your exposed skin as their lips explored all over you. Your senses had never been so overwhelmed - the dim lights of the room seemed to heighten every touch, every whisper and moan, the mixture of their cologne and hints of whiskey and cigars. 

Soon enough, Steve was easing you down to lay on the bed. Bucky pulled back, tearing at the buttons of his own shirt. 

“Baby,” Steve spoke softly as you laid against one of the pillows. He kneeled at your side, leaning down to leave a trail of kisses along your neck. He tugged down the straps of your tank top, hands sliding over your soft skin as he massaged your breasts. 

You couldn’t hold back the moan of pleasure washing over you from his touch. 

“Baby..” He started again, biting back a smirk as he locked eyes with you. “I think Bucky wants to put his mouth to use. How does that sound?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, moving your eyes from Steve back towards Bucky. Bucky, who was biting down on one of his knuckles as he stared back at you. “That sounds.. I’d really like that. It sounds nice.” Nice? You couldn’t manage to think of any other adjective but at least it made Bucky grin.

“Honey, I promise you a lot more than nice,” Bucky said as he stretched his neck, crawling onto the bed up towards you.

You and Steve both shifted slightly, slipping off your tank top as you adjusted. Steve leaned back against the headboard and you laid back against him, giving you a perfect angle to watch Bucky position himself between your legs.  

Bucky’s hands glided up and across your skin, applying bursts of pressure to massage your muscles as he kissed your inner thighs. You reached down to your waistband, but Bucky didn’t even bother waiting - he got there first, tugging your shorts down. You held your breath as you maneuvered them off, suddenly frozen as you realized you were… exposed, completely. 

You were splayed out on the bed, between these two powerful, sexy men and were you - did Bucky even want this - was this whole idea absolutely–

“Holy fuck,” Bucky breathed out, mouth agape. “God, you’re gorgeous. And already so wet, huh. Just for me and Stevie?” 

Your flurry of uncertain thoughts immediately disappeared as Bucky’s mouth got to work - like an electric shock as his tongue licked up and down your already damp center, sending a jolt through you as he circled your clit. 

Oh, yeah. Yeah. He wanted it. And god you were grateful.

You collapsed back against Steve, who had the audacity to chuckle at your reaction. Before you could try to sass him, his hands and lips were moving again. He kissed against your jaw and neck, as his hands gripped and pulled at your nipples. Each twist added another shock to your system, a joyful pairing with Bucky’s actions between your thighs.

You reached down and tangled your hands in Bucky’s hair, pulling against his tresses as his tongue worked overtime. 

“Oh, fuck. Oh god, I’m going to–” You were approaching a climax already, hips bucking upwards. Bucky took this as an opportunity to grip the underside of your thighs, holding you in place as he continued to lash against you with his tongue. 

“Just let go, baby,” Steve cheered you on as you quivered in his arms, shaking through the orgasm that flooded through every inch of you. “Take everything you need tonight.”

You stretched out and gripped the sheets as Bucky carried on, neglecting to even come up from air as he continued. A gasp escaped you as you felt one of his metal fingers against your entrance, pushing into you slowly as he continued his mouthwork.

Steve very gently moved you over onto a pillow again as he stood, meeting your lips again before he disappeared into the bathroom. Though you tried to, it was hard to even think about what Steve was doing while Bucky continued his handiwork. 

Though Bucky’s tongue had slowed down, his fingers were taking charge now - sliding in and out of you, crooked upwards at just the right angle to make you sing even louder. You gasped as another orgasm approached, once again pushing yourself up on your elbows to watch Bucky. God, what a sexy picture it was - Bucky working hard between your legs as his own hips were grinding against the bed, seemingly searching for any kind of friction he could get. 

Your focus was short lived though, as Bucky sped up again and waves of pleasure rolled through you once more. You twitched through the aftershocks, eyes tightly closed as you fell into the pillows. 

“Bucky..” Your chest heaved as you came down, heart thumping in your chest. You barely noticed Bucky’s mouth pull back and then you heard it - a few clicks followed by a buzzing noise. 

You opened your eyes and lifted your head, finding Steve standing at the end of the bed beside Bucky. And in Steve’s hands was one of your vibrator’s - a small, little bullet style vibe that you sometimes slip in with your bathroom items when you’re staying at Steve’s. And that devil of a man had taken it upon himself to grab it.

“You’re a menace,” you whispered out, though you couldn’t hide the smirk on your face. 

Steve, who had stripped down to just his boxers, shot you a wily grin. He tossed the vibrator onto the bed, within your reach. “My turn..” 

Bucky sat up, winking at you before he moved off the bed. He started to remove the rest of his clothes before he crawled up beside you, leaning back against the headboard, cock hard in his hand. 

Steve peeled his boxers off, tugging on your ankles to bring you closer to him as he stood at the end of the bed. Fuck - where were you supposed to even look? Ahead of you, where Steve was spitting into his hand before stroking his cock, getting ready to split you in half. Or to your side, where Bucky was salivating and touching himself as he watched you and Steve.

“Baby.” Steve’s voice grabbed your attention. “Looks like Bucky got you all ready for me..” He kneeled onto the bed and slowly rubbed his cock against you, sucking in a hard breath at the feeling. 

You let out a low moan at the feeling, pushing your hips upwards in a desperate attempt for more friction. “Stevie, please. I need you.”

Steve chuckled, wetting his thumb in his mouth before reaching down and circling it against your clit. “I need you too, sweetheart. All night in that dumb fuckin’ meeting - you bet I was thinking about you, how sweet you’d feel.” He gripped himself again and lined against your entrance, pushing in with a hard thrust.

Fuck. Every single time - Steve felt incredible, as if he was designed for you. And he could read you like a book, as if you were something he memorized a long time ago and knew front to back. He always seemed to know just what you needed and when. This particular instance wasn’t any different.

Steve laid his hard body on top of yours, once again crushing his lips against yours as his hips rutted into you. It was hard, fast, and possessive, especially as Steve started to practically growl into your neck.

He slowed down briefly as he adjusted, returning to just his knees. He held your thighs up, bracing himself and changing the angle of your hips. To a position right where–

“Oh, fuuuuck,” you whined, once again grasping at the bedsheets.

“Jesus, you know just how to make her sing, Steve,” Bucky added in. “It’s incredible.”

“Wanna help me out?” Steve didn’t let up his pace as he pointed at the small vibrator, nestled against the swath of pillows.

Bucky grinned, nodding happily as he moved towards you on the bed. He grabbed the toy with one hand, kneeling at your side. The other continued to grip his cock, slow and steady. 

You looked up towards Bucky, catching his smirk as he knelt at your side. You bit your lip, stifling your moans as Steve continued his steady thrusts. 

Bucky clicked the toy on, cycling through the different settings before he brought it down against your skin. Slowly, he dragged it across your chest, your nipples, your soft stomach. 

You took in a breath, reaching your hand out to grab his. Then, you helped him position it right where—

“Fuck, fuck—” You shrieked as the vibrations met your clit, involuntary clenching at the electric sensation. “Right-ri-ght there. Please. Don’t stop.” You heard Steve laughing. Menace.

Bucky didn’t relent though, neither of them did. As Steve drilled into you, Bucky swirled the toy around your center - changing the pulses and pressures as he listened to your reactions. 

As you felt another climax coming, Bucky pulled the toy away and leaned down to bring his mouth to yours. “You’re gorgeous, doll.” He bit at your lip. “So fucking sexy. I want to see you come again - show me.”

It wasn’t a command per se, you had free will. But the minute Bucky returned those vibrations to your clit, you were done for. It wasn’t even your own decision, your body ricocheted through the waves as you quivered. Your thighs tensed up under Steve’s hands as he stilled his movements, steady and hard inside you. 

As Bucky pulled away, turning off the toy, you caught your breath. 

Steve squeezed your ankle, asking for your attention. “Baby, are you okay? Do you want to stop or take a break?” 

You couldn’t help but grin. Christ, Steve was buried in you and Bucky was hard at your side. Despite that, you knew you could call it now if you were getting tired. But you really, really didn’t want to.

A smile crawled onto your face as you met Steve’s gaze. “I’m okay, really. I’m.. I want more.”

Steve smirked, sliding his tongue across his lips. He held eye contact with you for another moment before he looked at Bucky instead. “You got a condom?”

Bucky immediately nodded, but turned his attention to you before he moved. You bit your lip and nodded before he could get his question out. And when his face lit up, you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling.

Moments later, Steve was the one sitting back against the headboard. You had flipped over onto your hands and knees, crawling up to meet him for a kiss while Bucky retrieved a condom from his wallet. Steve groaned into your mouth as you took his length in your hands, still slick and glistening with evidence of you.

“I gotta be totally honest here,” Bucky said from behind you, dealing with the packaging. “Steve, when you called - I barely.. I barely made it back to my room, already had to fucking rub one out thinking about..”

You sat up on your knees, still lazily stroking Steve as you looked back to Bucky. “Thinking about me?”

Bucky was grinning again. “Uh huh. You. Stevie. You and Stevie, doll. Dreaming about feeling you again - feeling this..” He knelt onto the bed, reaching for your hips to pull you back to him. “Thank god I did though - don’t wanna blow it too soon now..”

You just laughed again, wiggling your ass as Bucky positioned himself behind you. Steve reached for you too, pulling you down to brace yourself on his thighs. 

Steve gripped your cheek in his hand, meeting your eyes as Bucky started to press in. It was a feeling you never thought you’d experience and words to describe it fell away. The special, satisfying awe that consumed Steve’s face as Bucky thrusted into you was something else. 

“Baby,” Steve said with a coy smile. “That feel good?”

You couldn’t even formulate a response. Good wasn’t the right descriptor but it was so good. It felt right and wrong and hot and so fucking good. 

All you could manage to do is smile, gripping Steve’s legs as Bucky moved against you. 

“Cause if it’s not good enough, baby.. we can put Bucky in a timeout. Make him watch instead.”

“Rogers, you motherfucker,” Bucky bit back with a laugh. “You know I’ll take care of your girl.” He still for a moment then, releasing a hand from your hip to lean forward. He kissed your lower back gently, snaking his hand underneath your body to find your clit as he shifted his hips. “I’ll always take care of her.”

A moan escaped you. Steve brushed his hand across your forehead. “You’re doing so well, love. Look at you.”

That made you melt, smiling even bigger as you looked back up at Steve. Then, well, you got to work, too. 

Collapsing one hand, you leaned in and grabbed Steve’s cock. It was hot and velvety against your skin. You took it in your mouth next, sinking down to take as much as you could without losing all your breath.

“Fuuuuck,” Steve released his own moan, immediately grabbing the sides of your face to guide you. “That’s it. Jesus Christ. This is quite the view, baby.” 

Behind you, Bucky seemed to hum in agreement. His hand worked against your clit to bring you over the edge once more, before retreating to slap your ass cheeks with a warm palm. 

“This fucking ass, honey. It’s a gift.” 

It all felt like a whirlwind, a dream sequence you could live in forever. Ahead of you, Steve was peppering you with praise as you took care of him. You were sloppy and messy and hungry, alternating between your hands and mouth. If Steve wanted to be a menace, you’d repay him the same. 

And behind you, Bucky treated his actions with intention. Like a strategy for ensuring you both enjoyed yourselves as long as possible. He was steady and firm, showering you with compliments as he fucked you. 

All three of you escaped into ecstasy, chasing your good feelings together. 

“Christ, I’m going to - hold on, hold on,” Bucky slowed down, in an attempt to edge himself instead of going over the edge. 

You pulled your mouth from Steve with a pop, sitting up on your knees to look back at Bucky. 

“Come up here,” you reached for his hand, motioning for him to sit up at the top of the bed beside Steve. “Let me do some work.”

“Not gonna argue with that, doll,” he replied, winking before he moved onto the bed. 

Steve was laughing again, crossing his arms behind his head while you moved to straddle Bucky. “I like this view, too. Don’t hold back, baby.” 

You made a point to lean over and press a kiss to Steve, before doing the exact same to Bucky, too. Then you lined him up and sunk down, letting out a string of curse words as you got used to the new position. 

Steve was always plenty and you loved how it felt to ride him. And now, you couldn’t help but be curious how Bucky would compare. 

“Oh-ohh my god,” you said quietly, slowly rocking your hips. “Yes, this is.. fuck.” You leaned forward once more, crashing your lips against Bucky’s as you continued to move. He let you control the pace, both hands cradling your jaw as you fought his tongue. 

When you paused, clenching all your muscles, Bucky seemed to shake. “Honey.. that’s.. you’re amazing. Fuck, you feel so good.” You kissed him again and pulled back, stretching your arms up. “You’re fucking beautiful. Look at you.” He stroked his hands against your thighs, up across your stomach, each hand landing on a breast as he twisted your nipples between his fingers.

Steve made a move from his seat, once again reaching for your vibrator. He clicked it on and brought it to the apex of your thighs, holding it against your clit as you moved up and down on Bucky. 

“Oh my god,” Bucky said through gritted teeth. 

Steve shot him a smirk. “Think you can hold out?”

“You are a fuckin’ menace,” Bucky barked back, leaning back even further into the pillows behind him. He called out your name. “Why do you put him with him?”

You sucked in a deep breath as Steve increased the speed of the vibrator. “He’s good with his hands… mouth.. dick. He’ll make me come a dozen times before he gets off..” 

“The list goes on,” Steve finished for you, reaching an arm out to brace you before you collapsed through another climax. He gently laid you back down against Bucky, then Steve moved behind you again. “You stay right there, baby.” 

With a quick lift of your hips, Bucky slid out from you and Steve was quick to slide in. You pressed against Bucky’s check, kissing against his neck and jaw as Steve pulsed into you. 

“So fucking sexy,” Bucky whispered out against your jaw. 

“Do you like this, sweetheart? Being between us?” Steve’s hands felt like a vice on your hips, holding on for dear life as he worked into you. “What if you had both of us? At the same time?”

Steve laughed as he felt you react, squeezing him as he was sheathed inside. 

“Not today. Not yet.. but fuck, imagine we both could fill you up. What do you think, Buck?” Steve stopped himself and shifted. 

Christ, they were changing places again. Steve eased you right back onto Bucky, who happily picked up his pace. 

“Shit. I’d love that.” They continued like this, talking filthy desires as they took turns with you. All you could do was lay against Bucky’s chest, relaxing into the pace as they fucked you. 

Before he tagged in again, Steve gently moved you from Bucky and got you onto your back again. “I’m gonna blow, sweetheart. I wanna fill you up.” 

Once Steve was inside you again, he leaned down and pressed his chest to yours. You hooked your legs around him, melting away as he groaned out your name. With a few final hard thrusts he was grunting, growling as he reached his peak. 

Catching his breath, he slowly raised himself back up, dragging his cock from you. 

You caught your breath, eyes closed as you clutched the sheets. When you opened them, Steve was staring down in awe as the evidence leaked out of you. 

Bucky knelt beside you, aggressively pulling at his condom before removing it and stroking his cock. 

You extended your legs open a bit wider, inviting him towards you. He shuffled ahead with a smile, very easily hitting his own orgasm as he spilled out and came over your mound. 

You let out a happy sigh, running your fingers through it and down into your folds. You managed to quiver at even that touch, falling back onto the bed as you let all your muscles relax. 

It was hard to believe all that had just happened. You stayed laying on the bed, lost in a blissful daze. Maybe they had both kissed you again, you recalled Bucky saying thank you even. Actually, you weren’t even sure if Steve and Bucky were still there beside you - though Steve did quickly bring you back down to earth when he joined you on the bed again, cleaning you up with a warm cloth. 

You knew you should go to the bathroom and clean up, but you were resistant to pop the bubble. This has been an unexpected sensual experience - connecting with both Steve and Bucky in a way you hadn’t anticipated. You had like all of it - no, you loved it. 

The soft touches, the consideration, the attentiveness, the very obvious shared goal of making sure you were having the best experience. 

You couldn’t predict if this would change anything. Well, no. Things had certainly changed - once you did this with another person, you couldn’t go back. But knowing that this entire thing happened with Bucky, it warmed a new part of your heart. 

The fact that even now, only minutes after both Steve and Bucky had been inside you, they were shooting the shit and Bucky was pouring another round of whiskey, you knew things wouldn’t be different in a bad way. 

It was, perhaps, something really, really good instead. 

Following a long hot shower and another late night round of room service with the boys, you were ready for bed - to sleep. You surprised yourself staying up even a bit later given you were properly tuckered out after your bedroom activities. 

Judging by Steve’s yawns, he was following behind you. 

While you and Steve got up off the couch, Bucky hesitated. Before he could say anything, you glanced at Steve for confirmation before looking at Bucky. 

You searched Bucky’s face for a moment, to see if you were all on the same page. Then, you smiled. “I think you should just crash here, Buck. It’s a big bed.” 

A slow grin appeared on Bucky’s face, too. He looked at Steve then back to you. “You sure?”

“Of course, punk.” Steve rolled his neck then grabbed your hand. “Watch out for drool from this one, though.”

You just giggled and extended your free hand out to Bucky. “And fair warning, Steve is a furnace.”

“Oh, I know, doll. Not the first time I’ve shared a bed with the idiot.”

You smiled even wider. “Oh, really? And who is usually the big spoon?” 

Steve just laughed. “I guess you’re about to find out, baby.”

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FIN. that's all for now folks, thank you for reading!!!

But any kind of follow up or ‘next time’ hadn’t occurred and you had decided that if it didn’t happen again, that was okay. 

The hotel in Boston wasn’t the Ritz or the Four Seasons. Perhaps it catered to questionable cash transactions while those high-end corporate ones wouldn’t. But that didn’t stop it from feeling fancy, especially when it came to the spa. Steve had walked you there personally, in his crisp suit, kissing you deeply before saying goodbye. Before departing, he confirmed Bucky would return later to walk you back to the room. Even though you insisted you could make it back on your own, the tense look on Steve’s face wasn’t lost on you.

So yes, of course. Bucky could walk you back. That was fine. Steve was in a closed door, no-phones-allowed meeting, and if it made him feel better to know Bucky was returning you safely to the penthouse suite, you’d indulge him.

Well, before that, you were indulging yourself.

One hot stone massage, restorative facial, steam room visit and manicure later - you were perfectly relaxed and simply floating.

“Everything is taken care of.” The young girl working behind the desk waved you by after you asked for the bill. When you tried to at least offer them a tip, the girl just smiled and shook her head. “Mr. Rogers took care of that, too.”

“Okay. Well.” You smiled back. “Thank you.”

“Have a nice evening, Mrs. Rogers!” 

You swallowed the grin growing on your face as you decided not to correct her about your title and marital status. That… truthfully, that sounded nice. But it wasn’t the time to unpack that just yet. 

You swung your bag over your shoulder then stepped outside the spa doors, quickly scanning for Bucky. He didn’t seem to be there yet, though you had only been able to estimate how long everything would take. Before you even had a chance to reach for your phone, someone was calling your name.

It wasn’t Bucky.

You sucked in a breath as the stranger approached. He was clad in a dark suit jacket, carrying a confidence you were sure wasn’t justified. You had met a lot of people in Steve’s business circle and although you didn’t recognize this man in particular, he had the same energy a lot of those other men did. He reeked of arrogance and a sense of superiority. 

“Can I help you?” You crossed your arms cautiously.

The man offered you a quick smile, though it didn’t change the cold look behind his glasses. “Rogers asked me to escort you to the meeting room.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Right, of course.”

“Shall we then?” He motioned his head down the hall. 

“Honestly, I’m a little insulted that you think I’d just blindly follow you somewhere.” You took a step backward, trying to crane your neck beyond him to see if perhaps Bucky was on his way. You considered, briefly, heading back into the spa but you knew they had already locked up behind you.

You weren't an idiot. Steve would never send a stranger to collect you. That was something he had drilled into your head many times. It led to you always being a bit too suspicious about strangers but you knew it was during moments like this one that your gut feeling was more important than anything.

It had been months now since you last took a self-defense class with Nat and you prayed you wouldn’t have to put any of that into play physically. But the least you could do was plan out an exit strategy. Sure, the hallway was empty and quiet. Screaming could work but may draw the wrong attention. If you could at least get beyond the guy or stall until Bucky was to arrive –

“And I’m insulted that you think you have a choice right now.” The man took a few steps closer to you, crowding you into a corner in the hallway junction, intentionally brushing his suit jacket open to reveal a gun. Unfortunately, you knew if some idiot was trying to use you as a bargaining chip with Steve, your life likely wasn’t in danger at that very moment. But that didn’t make the gun reveal comforting. In fact, your heart rate shot right up.

You just had to keep stalling.

He grabbed your wrist, trying to pull you in his direction. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

You held your breath - very fondly remembering how calm and collected you were minutes ago when your massage ended. What would Natasha do? You held the man’s stare and spoke slowly, “You are making a very bad decision.”

Before he could return some cheeky comment, you heard the sound of a gun cocking. Bucky loomed over him, meeting your eyes across the top of his head. 

“Remove your fucking hand, Wesley.” 

You weren’t exactly sure what came over you, but the moment this man - Wesley - clocked that Bucky was behind him, you sensed him faltering. So, you sprung into action. You dropped your bag to free your opposite hand and immediately grabbed Wesley’s hand that was gripping your wrist. Once you found the weakest finger, you bent it backwards as hard as you could.

Wesley yelped out in pain, cursing as he released your arm. Bucky took over right after, yanking a stumbling Wesley’s collar to get him away from you. In what felt like an instant, Wesley was slammed against the opposite wall as Bucky put himself in front of you instead. 

Bucky turned to look back in your direction, though you replied before he could even ask, “I’m okay. Not hurt.”

He nodded then held up his finger, asking you to wait just a minute. In two strides Bucky was across the hall, delivering a kick to Wesley before he could get up. Bucky crouched down at his side, using his metal hand to grip the base of Wesley’s neck. Bucky leaned in and you couldn’t hear anything he was saying, but you could only guess the list of threats being delivered. Wesley’s face turned white as he absorbed whatever Bucky was promising.

Once Bucky was back to his feet, he picked up your bag from the ground and motioned down the hallway. You didn’t even bother casting another glance towards Wesley, who remained quietly on the floor as you departed. Bucky’s free hand cradled your lower back as you navigated to the elevator, where a swipe of your room key granted you access to the penthouse level of the hotel.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky’s words came out quietly as soon as the elevator doors closed. “I should have been there sooner.”

“Stop,” you replied with a shake of your head. “I should have just asked them if I could wait inside the spa foyer. It’s not your fault some guy tracked me down.”

“Some dumbass,” Bucky muttered out. “Steve trusted me to–”

“Bucky, come on.” You pivoted, reaching for his closest hand. “I’m fine. Nothing happened. Your timing was perfect. In fact, we should celebrate that I barely froze up and managed to maybe break his finger.”

Bucky grinned in return. “Oh, Stevie is going to be proud. I was impressed, doll.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, thanks. But it’s over now, so don’t dwell, okay? I’m not going to.”

Bucky squeezed your hand before you let go. “Okay. I don’t think I can forget seeing that moron’s hand on you but I’ll try to shake it off.”

For some reason, that reaction coming from Bucky made your heart twist. It was quite endearing, the way he seemed to care for you. It was probably safer not to think too hard about it.

When you got to the top floor, Bucky followed behind as you headed towards the suite. When you arrived with Steve earlier, the room almost felt like too much. No, it was definitely too much. But you decided it was okay to revel in the excess, since it wasn’t something you did often. 

The suite was spacious - your entire apartment would fit in just the sitting room. It had grand floor to ceiling windows across one side of the room, with a large comfy sectional for seating across from a dining table. On the end of the room, a set of French doors separated the sprawling king size bed and primary bathroom. God, you couldn’t wait to curl up next to Steve on that bed.

You flopped down onto the couch once you had dropped down your things. Bucky was lingering near the doorway still. 

“Bucky?” 

He entered further to meet you, eyebrows raised. “Yes?”

“Are you doing anything right now?” You offered him a smile as you reached towards the side table. You lifted up the room service menu. “Hungry?”

---

 “So, how’s your mom doing after everything?” You slid the bowl of fries in Bucky’s direction as you asked. “Also, please feel free to finish these. I’m done.”

Together, you and Bucky had ordered a room service feast. Although Bucky did admit there was a poker game he had been invited to, you were happy to have his company. And from your point of view, it seemed Bucky was having a nice time too. You hadn’t seen him so relaxed and comfortable in a while. You liked that side of him.

Bucky laughed as grabbed the rest of the fries. “Winnie is good. She’s resilient, to a fault. She thinks her doc is crazy for asking her to quit smokin’ but she’s trying.”

“A heart attack is a good kick in the pants, I suppose,” you replied with a shrug. 

“I told her I’d quit too. I think that’s helpin’, like she’s not the only one who has to give it up.”

“Wait, really?” You turned on the couch to look at him. “Bucky, that’s amazing. I know that’s not easy.”

He laughed. “Can’t applaud me yet. It’s only been three weeks.” He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket to reveal a tin of mints. “I’m burning through a whole pack of these a day instead.”

“Gotta keep your mouth busy, huh.” You immediately gasped at your own comment, holding your hand to your mouth. “Oh, god, I’m sorry. That’s not what I–”

Bucky was smirking. “You’re not wrong, doll. It’s a bit of an issue.”

You couldn’t risk making any more comments about Bucky’s oral fixation, so you just reached for your glass of wine and returned your eyes to the TV. Bucky had let you pick out a movie, though you had really spent most of the evening just talking to each other. It was…nice. You just really wished Steve was there too. 

There was just something within you that wanted…you wanted them both.. and..

You shook your head, letting your thoughts trail off. Beside you on the couch, Bucky’s phone buzzed.

“Is that Steve?” You glanced over at him.

Bucky rolled his eyes as he looked at his screen. “No. He should be done soon, though.” He sighed, tossing his phone back down beside him. He laughed to himself. “That was Titania. Again.”

“Wait. Are you still seeing her?” You didn’t mean to sound so surprised. Bucky had brought her around a few times - a loud girl who had legally changed her name from Mary to Titania - and you were relieved when Bucky said he cut things off with her. In fact, you had been more than relieved. Something about the way she talked to Bucky, and every other person with a heartbeat nearby, had rubbed you the wrong way. 

“Christ, no.” Bucky was still laughing. “But she seems to be thinking otherwise tonight. I shouldn’t have wasted my little free time on her.”

“I never really liked her.” You placed your wine glass back on the table and leaned back on the couch, looking towards him. “You deserve better. And with the right person, I think you’d find the time. Steve and I make it work.”

Bucky mirrored your position, leaning back the same. He met your eyes. “Steve’s lucky to have you, doll. Really.” He opened his mouth to say something else, then snapped it shut again. 

Before you could pry, there was a sound at the door. Bucky shot up immediately, stalking towards the entrance with his hand hovering at his hip. 

“Jesus, Buck. It’s just me.” Steve’s voice echoed through the suite, mixing in with Bucky’s as they both headed back to the seating area. 

Steve grinned when he saw you, quickly walking over to press a kiss to you over the back of the couch. "Hi sweetheart." After another kiss, he let out a long breath. “God, I’m happy to see you.”

“Me too.”

“How was your night at the spa?” When you hesitated to answer, casting a glance towards Bucky first, Steve jumped back in. “What happened?”

Bucky sighed, heading towards the wet bar across the room. “I’m cracking into this bourbon.” 

You took that as the opportunity to explain what happened with Wesley, which appeared to just piss Steve off. You weren’t surprised by that, of course. But you were hoping to just move past the whole thing. He dropped down on the couch beside you and lifted his hand to cradle your jaw. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I promise. I was annoyed more than anything.” You shifted to sit on your knees and kissed Steve again. “Besides, Bucky arrived just in time.”

Bucky sighed from across the room. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier, Stevie. I just–”

“Buck, don’t. My girl is here safe and sound, that’s all that matters.” Steve paused, before looking back at Bucky. You saw Steve’s jaw tick, pausing and saying plenty with his eyes before he spoke. “Did you take care of it?”

Bucky nodded. “Barber sent out his crew. They’ll be waiting at Fisk’s warehouse.”

“Good. Barber owes me.” Steve let out a long breath, leaning against the couch once Bucky delivered him a glass of whiskey. 

Once he himself was empty handed though, Bucky started towards the door. “I’m gonna head out.”

“You don’t have to go, Buck,” Steve said, sipping his drink before relinquishing it to you and your grabby hands. 

You took a gulp and smiled, bouncing as you sat back on your knees. “We can finish the movie.”

Bucky shrugged, though he did return a smile. “I’m alright. You two have a good night.”

The moment Bucky was out the door, before Steve could get up to deadbolt the door behind him, you were straddling Steve’s lap. “Hi.”

“Oh, hi.” Steve grinned, taking back his drink from you and finishing it in one go. He deposited his glass on the closest surface and quickly got his hands on you, moving slowly up your thighs. 

“How was your meeting?”

“Long. Frustrating. Productive. But most importantly, over and done with.” His hands paused on your hips, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I am. I promise.”

He let out a long breath, closing his eyes briefly before locking his gaze on yours. “That idiot outside the spa— can’t say I’m not bothered by it still, sweetheart. Some of the people I have to work with.. Well, they should know better. They shouldn’t be talking to you, let alone tracking down where you are.”

“Would it make you feel better to know I might have broken his finger?”

“Marginally. He never should have touched you.”

“It was just my arm.”

“Doesn’t matter. No one should touch you without your consent - ever.”

“Steve.” You moved your hips slightly, leaning in closer to him. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “I’m okay. And I assume Bucky scared the shit out of him, given how the guy seemed to be sinking into the floor when we left. If I hadn’t asked Bucky to hang out, I have a feeling he would have tracked the guy down.”

“I’m glad Bucky was there.” He moved his hands up and down your back. “Did you two have a nice night?”

You scrunched up your face, chewing on your lip. “Uhm, yes.”

“What’s on your mind, baby?” You could see Steve searching your face, his smile growing bigger as he pieced your thoughts together. “You know, all I want is for you to be safe and happy. I’ll give you anything you ask for. You just gotta use your words, my love.” Steve moved your hips against his, holding back a groan. He whispered out your name.

You took a deep breath, bracing your hands on Steve’s shoulders. “I was just thinking. Well, maybe we should have invited Bucky to stay? We could all, uh, have a cocktail.. A sidecar? Could we.. ask him to come back?”

It didn’t seem possible for Steve’s grin to grow even more, but somehow it did. “Oh, yes. Yes we can.”

“Not that..” You froze momentarily, blinking away a ruffle of thoughts. “I’m happy to see you and I’d be more than content with us just –”

Steve cut you off with a kiss. “I know, sweetheart. But I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about that night in my office and what other fun things we could do together. The three of us.”

“You’ve been thinking about it?” You couldn’t help giggling as Steve winked at you, reaching for his phone. 

While he called Bucky, you leaned in to press your lips against his neck. 

“Buck.. Yeah, no - everything’s okay… No emergency. Not sure how far you got - just wanted to invite you back for a nightcap.. Maybe for a grapefruit–.. Yes, exactly… She’s the one who suggested it, actually.” Steve paused to laugh. “Okay, I’ll take that as a yes. Okay. We’ll see you soon.”

---

You and Steve made out for approximately two minutes after his phone call to Bucky ended. Then Steve pressed pause and did a quick check in with you. To make sure you were okay with everything, reminding you that the three of you would only proceed with what you were comfortable with. Although you really wanted to throw yourself all over him, you appreciated Steve’s attentiveness. 

“As much as you want me to be in charge,” Steve grabbed your hands and looked at you directly. “You are in charge. Don’t forget that. You’re calling the shots and if you want to stop, that’s it.”

“I know.”

“Can I hear you say it?”

“If I want to stop, it’s over. I decide.”

“Thank you.” Steve leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Now why don’t you go get ready while I wait for Bucky.” He growled against your skin as he pulled away. There was some underlying carnal energy within Steve that spilled out unexpectedly sometimes and god, you really loved it. 

To resist pacing around and letting insecurities creep in, you changed into a set of silk pajamas - a lacy tank top and shorts set you really loved. It made you feel both sexy and comfortable and you really needed that to calm your nerves.

You stood near the windows, watching over the lights across the Boston cityscape. Soon enough, you could hear Steve and Bucky’s voices. They were laughing about something and it quickly put you at ease. 

The doors pushed open and you couldn’t stop your heart from fluttering when Steve and Bucky walked in.

Steve, who was undoing the top few buttons of his shirt and smiling at you. Bucky was swallowing his own smile too, his tongue gliding across his lips as he met your eyes.

“Hi,” you squeaked out, nodding to Steve as he walked towards you. He discarded his suit jacket and grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the windows and closer towards the bed. He pressed a soft, deep kiss to your lips before slowly turning you around. Steve wrapped his arms around your waist, your back against his chest.

“Hi,” Bucky echoed back. He stopped just in front of you, pinning you with a soft stare. “Don’t you look nice, doll.”

“Thanks Bucky.” You reached your arm out, inside his jacket. Your hand brushed across his chest and you could swear you felt him holding his breath. Quickly you dipped into his inside pocket and found the tin of breath mints. “Can I have one?”

Bucky nodded. “Of course.”

You rattled the container and took one of the mints out, then very slowly placed it on your tongue.

It wasn’t lost on you the way Bucky’s eyes dropped to your mouth.

After a few beats, you turned your head to twist and look at Steve. “Stevie?” You repeated your slow movement, this time giving a mint to Steve instead. Steve closed his mouth around your finger after and you couldn’t help but giggle again.

“Christ, you two are going to kill me,” Bucky muttered out, dragging a hand down his jaw.

“Bucky?” You offered the tin of mints to him again and he shook his head. 

“There’s other things that’ll keep my mouth busy, I’m sure.”

You saw Bucky’s eyes flick to Steve’s briefly, then they were on you. 

Steve made his move first, practically growling as moved his hands up your body. Almost immediately his lips were soaring across your shoulders and neck, hands slipping under your tank top.

Bucky, though, stepped forward and extended his hand out to cradle your jaw. With one shift, his hand was gripping the side of your neck as he brought himself closer.

You were staring right at his lips now. Your eyes flicked up to meet his.

Bucky whispered out your name. “Is this okay? Can I touch you? Kiss you?”

You were already breathless from the way Steve was all over you, so you made a point to nod very clearly. “Yes.” Steve’s lips found the other side of your neck as you spoke. “Yes, anywhere.”

Bucky’s hand remained clamped on your neck as he grinned. He lead with his lips, crashing into yours with a fervour you hadn’t been prepared for. The impact nearly knocked you off your feet, but Steve kept his hands on your waist to steady you.

Bucky and Steve both caressed every inch of your exposed skin as their lips explored all over you. Your senses had never been so overwhelmed - the dim lights of the room seemed to heighten every touch, every whisper and moan, the mixture of their cologne and hints of whiskey and cigars. 

Soon enough, Steve was easing you down to lay on the bed. Bucky pulled back, tearing at the buttons of his own shirt. 

“Baby,” Steve spoke softly as you laid against one of the pillows. He kneeled at your side, leaning down to leave a trail of kisses along your neck. He tugged down the straps of your tank top, hands sliding over your soft skin as he massaged your breasts. 

You couldn’t hold back the moan of pleasure washing over you from his touch. 

“Baby..” He started again, biting back a smirk as he locked eyes with you. “I think Bucky wants to put his mouth to use. How does that sound?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, moving your eyes from Steve back towards Bucky. Bucky, who was biting down on one of his knuckles as he stared back at you. “That sounds.. I’d really like that. It sounds nice.” Nice? You couldn’t manage to think of any other adjective but at least it made Bucky grin.

“Honey, I promise you a lot more than nice,” Bucky said as he stretched his neck, crawling onto the bed up towards you.

You and Steve both shifted slightly, slipping off your tank top as you adjusted. Steve leaned back against the headboard and you laid back against him, giving you a perfect angle to watch Bucky position himself between your legs.  

Bucky’s hands glided up and across your skin, applying bursts of pressure to massage your muscles as he kissed your inner thighs. You reached down to your waistband, but Bucky didn’t even bother waiting - he got there first, tugging your shorts down. You held your breath as you maneuvered them off, suddenly frozen as you realized you were… exposed, completely. 

You were splayed out on the bed, between these two powerful, sexy men and were you - did Bucky even want this - was this whole idea absolutely–

“Holy fuck,” Bucky breathed out, mouth agape. “God, you’re gorgeous. And already so wet, huh. Just for me and Stevie?” 

Your flurry of uncertain thoughts immediately disappeared as Bucky’s mouth got to work - like an electric shock as his tongue licked up and down your already damp center, sending a jolt through you as he circled your clit. 

Oh, yeah. Yeah. He wanted it. And god you were grateful.

You collapsed back against Steve, who had the audacity to chuckle at your reaction. Before you could try to sass him, his hands and lips were moving again. He kissed against your jaw and neck, as his hands gripped and pulled at your nipples. Each twist added another shock to your system, a joyful pairing with Bucky’s actions between your thighs.

You reached down and tangled your hands in Bucky’s hair, pulling against his tresses as his tongue worked overtime. 

“Oh, fuck. Oh god, I’m going to–” You were approaching a climax already, hips bucking upwards. Bucky took this as an opportunity to grip the underside of your thighs, holding you in place as he continued to lash against you with his tongue. 

“Just let go, baby,” Steve cheered you on as you quivered in his arms, shaking through the orgasm that flooded through every inch of you. “Take everything you need tonight.”

You stretched out and gripped the sheets as Bucky carried on, neglecting to even come up from air as he continued. A gasp escaped you as you felt one of his metal fingers against your entrance, pushing into you slowly as he continued his mouthwork.

Steve very gently moved you over onto a pillow again as he stood, meeting your lips again before he disappeared into the bathroom. Though you tried to, it was hard to even think about what Steve was doing while Bucky continued his handiwork. 

Though Bucky’s tongue had slowed down, his fingers were taking charge now - sliding in and out of you, crooked upwards at just the right angle to make you sing even louder. You gasped as another orgasm approached, once again pushing yourself up on your elbows to watch Bucky. God, what a sexy picture it was - Bucky working hard between your legs as his own hips were grinding against the bed, seemingly searching for any kind of friction he could get. 

Your focus was short lived though, as Bucky sped up again and waves of pleasure rolled through you once more. You twitched through the aftershocks, eyes tightly closed as you fell into the pillows. 

“Bucky..” Your chest heaved as you came down, heart thumping in your chest. You barely noticed Bucky’s mouth pull back and then you heard it - a few clicks followed by a buzzing noise. 

You opened your eyes and lifted your head, finding Steve standing at the end of the bed beside Bucky. And in Steve’s hands was one of your vibrator’s - a small, little bullet style vibe that you sometimes slip in with your bathroom items when you’re staying at Steve’s. And that devil of a man had taken it upon himself to grab it.

“You’re a menace,” you whispered out, though you couldn’t hide the smirk on your face. 

Steve, who had stripped down to just his boxers, shot you a wily grin. He tossed the vibrator onto the bed, within your reach. “My turn..” 

Bucky sat up, winking at you before he moved off the bed. He started to remove the rest of his clothes before he crawled up beside you, leaning back against the headboard, cock hard in his hand. 

Steve peeled his boxers off, tugging on your ankles to bring you closer to him as he stood at the end of the bed. Fuck - where were you supposed to even look? Ahead of you, where Steve was spitting into his hand before stroking his cock, getting ready to split you in half. Or to your side, where Bucky was salivating and touching himself as he watched you and Steve.

“Baby.” Steve’s voice grabbed your attention. “Looks like Bucky got you all ready for me..” He kneeled onto the bed and slowly rubbed his cock against you, sucking in a hard breath at the feeling. 

You let out a low moan at the feeling, pushing your hips upwards in a desperate attempt for more friction. “Stevie, please. I need you.”

Steve chuckled, wetting his thumb in his mouth before reaching down and circling it against your clit. “I need you too, sweetheart. All night in that dumb fuckin’ meeting - you bet I was thinking about you, how sweet you’d feel.” He gripped himself again and lined against your entrance, pushing in with a hard thrust.

Fuck. Every single time - Steve felt incredible, as if he was designed for you. And he could read you like a book, as if you were something he memorized a long time ago and knew front to back. He always seemed to know just what you needed and when. This particular instance wasn’t any different.

Steve laid his hard body on top of yours, once again crushing his lips against yours as his hips rutted into you. It was hard, fast, and possessive, especially as Steve started to practically growl into your neck.

He slowed down briefly as he adjusted, returning to just his knees. He held your thighs up, bracing himself and changing the angle of your hips. To a position right where–

“Oh, fuuuuck,” you whined, once again grasping at the bedsheets.

“Jesus, you know just how to make her sing, Steve,” Bucky added in. “It’s incredible.”

“Wanna help me out?” Steve didn’t let up his pace as he pointed at the small vibrator, nestled against the swath of pillows.

Bucky grinned, nodding happily as he moved towards you on the bed. He grabbed the toy with one hand, kneeling at your side. The other continued to grip his cock, slow and steady. 

You looked up towards Bucky, catching his smirk as he knelt at your side. You bit your lip, stifling your moans as Steve continued his steady thrusts. 

Bucky clicked the toy on, cycling through the different settings before he brought it down against your skin. Slowly, he dragged it across your chest, your nipples, your soft stomach. 

You took in a breath, reaching your hand out to grab his. Then, you helped him position it right where—

“Fuck, fuck—” You shrieked as the vibrations met your clit, involuntary clenching at the electric sensation. “Right-ri-ght there. Please. Don’t stop.” You heard Steve laughing. Menace.

Bucky didn’t relent though, neither of them did. As Steve drilled into you, Bucky swirled the toy around your center - changing the pulses and pressures as he listened to your reactions. 

As you felt another climax coming, Bucky pulled the toy away and leaned down to bring his mouth to yours. “You’re gorgeous, doll.” He bit at your lip. “So fucking sexy. I want to see you come again - show me.”

It wasn’t a command per se, you had free will. But the minute Bucky returned those vibrations to your clit, you were done for. It wasn’t even your own decision, your body ricocheted through the waves as you quivered. Your thighs tensed up under Steve’s hands as he stilled his movements, steady and hard inside you. 

As Bucky pulled away, turning off the toy, you caught your breath. 

Steve squeezed your ankle, asking for your attention. “Baby, are you okay? Do you want to stop or take a break?” 

You couldn’t help but grin. Christ, Steve was buried in you and Bucky was hard at your side. Despite that, you knew you could call it now if you were getting tired. But you really, really didn’t want to.

A smile crawled onto your face as you met Steve’s gaze. “I’m okay, really. I’m.. I want more.”

Steve smirked, sliding his tongue across his lips. He held eye contact with you for another moment before he looked at Bucky instead. “You got a condom?”

Bucky immediately nodded, but turned his attention to you before he moved. You bit your lip and nodded before he could get his question out. And when his face lit up, you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling.

Moments later, Steve was the one sitting back against the headboard. You had flipped over onto your hands and knees, crawling up to meet him for a kiss while Bucky retrieved a condom from his wallet. Steve groaned into your mouth as you took his length in your hands, still slick and glistening with evidence of you.

“I gotta be totally honest here,” Bucky said from behind you, dealing with the packaging. “Steve, when you called - I barely.. I barely made it back to my room, already had to fucking rub one out thinking about..”

You sat up on your knees, still lazily stroking Steve as you looked back to Bucky. “Thinking about me?”

Bucky was grinning again. “Uh huh. You. Stevie. You and Stevie, doll. Dreaming about feeling you again - feeling this..” He knelt onto the bed, reaching for your hips to pull you back to him. “Thank god I did though - don’t wanna blow it too soon now..”

You just laughed again, wiggling your ass as Bucky positioned himself behind you. Steve reached for you too, pulling you down to brace yourself on his thighs. 

Steve gripped your cheek in his hand, meeting your eyes as Bucky started to press in. It was a feeling you never thought you’d experience and words to describe it fell away. The special, satisfying awe that consumed Steve’s face as Bucky thrusted into you was something else. 

“Baby,” Steve said with a coy smile. “That feel good?”

You couldn’t even formulate a response. Good wasn’t the right descriptor but it was so good. It felt right and wrong and hot and so fucking good. 

All you could manage to do is smile, gripping Steve’s legs as Bucky moved against you. 

“Cause if it’s not good enough, baby.. we can put Bucky in a timeout. Make him watch instead.”

“Rogers, you motherfucker,” Bucky bit back with a laugh. “You know I’ll take care of your girl.” He still for a moment then, releasing a hand from your hip to lean forward. He kissed your lower back gently, snaking his hand underneath your body to find your clit as he shifted his hips. “I’ll always take care of her.”

A moan escaped you. Steve brushed his hand across your forehead. “You’re doing so well, love. Look at you.”

That made you melt, smiling even bigger as you looked back up at Steve. Then, well, you got to work, too. 

Collapsing one hand, you leaned in and grabbed Steve’s cock. It was hot and velvety against your skin. You took it in your mouth next, sinking down to take as much as you could without losing all your breath.

“Fuuuuck,” Steve released his own moan, immediately grabbing the sides of your face to guide you. “That’s it. Jesus Christ. This is quite the view, baby.” 

Behind you, Bucky seemed to hum in agreement. His hand worked against your clit to bring you over the edge once more, before retreating to slap your ass cheeks with a warm palm. 

“This fucking ass, honey. It’s a gift.” 

It all felt like a whirlwind, a dream sequence you could live in forever. Ahead of you, Steve was peppering you with praise as you took care of him. You were sloppy and messy and hungry, alternating between your hands and mouth. If Steve wanted to be a menace, you’d repay him the same. 

And behind you, Bucky treated his actions with intention. Like a strategy for ensuring you both enjoyed yourselves as long as possible. He was steady and firm, showering you with compliments as he fucked you. 

All three of you escaped into ecstasy, chasing your good feelings together. 

“Christ, I’m going to - hold on, hold on,” Bucky slowed down, in an attempt to edge himself instead of going over the edge. 

You pulled your mouth from Steve with a pop, sitting up on your knees to look back at Bucky. 

“Come up here,” you reached for his hand, motioning for him to sit up at the top of the bed beside Steve. “Let me do some work.”

“Not gonna argue with that, doll,” he replied, winking before he moved onto the bed. 

Steve was laughing again, crossing his arms behind his head while you moved to straddle Bucky. “I like this view, too. Don’t hold back, baby.” 

You made a point to lean over and press a kiss to Steve, before doing the exact same to Bucky, too. Then you lined him up and sunk down, letting out a string of curse words as you got used to the new position. 

Steve was always plenty and you loved how it felt to ride him. And now, you couldn’t help but be curious how Bucky would compare. 

“Oh-ohh my god,” you said quietly, slowly rocking your hips. “Yes, this is.. fuck.” You leaned forward once more, crashing your lips against Bucky’s as you continued to move. He let you control the pace, both hands cradling your jaw as you fought his tongue. 

When you paused, clenching all your muscles, Bucky seemed to shake. “Honey.. that’s.. you’re amazing. Fuck, you feel so good.” You kissed him again and pulled back, stretching your arms up. “You’re fucking beautiful. Look at you.” He stroked his hands against your thighs, up across your stomach, each hand landing on a breast as he twisted your nipples between his fingers.

Steve made a move from his seat, once again reaching for your vibrator. He clicked it on and brought it to the apex of your thighs, holding it against your clit as you moved up and down on Bucky. 

“Oh my god,” Bucky said through gritted teeth. 

Steve shot him a smirk. “Think you can hold out?”

“You are a fuckin’ menace,” Bucky barked back, leaning back even further into the pillows behind him. He called out your name. “Why do you put him with him?”

You sucked in a deep breath as Steve increased the speed of the vibrator. “He’s good with his hands… mouth.. dick. He’ll make me come a dozen times before he gets off..” 

“The list goes on,” Steve finished for you, reaching an arm out to brace you before you collapsed through another climax. He gently laid you back down against Bucky, then Steve moved behind you again. “You stay right there, baby.” 

With a quick lift of your hips, Bucky slid out from you and Steve was quick to slide in. You pressed against Bucky’s check, kissing against his neck and jaw as Steve pulsed into you. 

“So fucking sexy,” Bucky whispered out against your jaw. 

“Do you like this, sweetheart? Being between us?” Steve’s hands felt like a vice on your hips, holding on for dear life as he worked into you. “What if you had both of us? At the same time?”

Steve laughed as he felt you react, squeezing him as he was sheathed inside. 

“Not today. Not yet.. but fuck, imagine we both could fill you up. What do you think, Buck?” Steve stopped himself and shifted. 

Christ, they were changing places again. Steve eased you right back onto Bucky, who happily picked up his pace. 

“Shit. I’d love that.” They continued like this, talking filthy desires as they took turns with you. All you could do was lay against Bucky’s chest, relaxing into the pace as they fucked you. 

Before he tagged in again, Steve gently moved you from Bucky and got you onto your back again. “I’m gonna blow, sweetheart. I wanna fill you up.” 

Once Steve was inside you again, he leaned down and pressed his chest to yours. You hooked your legs around him, melting away as he groaned out your name. With a few final hard thrusts he was grunting, growling as he reached his peak. 

Catching his breath, he slowly raised himself back up, dragging his cock from you. 

You caught your breath, eyes closed as you clutched the sheets. When you opened them, Steve was staring down in awe as the evidence leaked out of you. 

Bucky knelt beside you, aggressively pulling at his condom before removing it and stroking his cock. 

You extended your legs open a bit wider, inviting him towards you. He shuffled ahead with a smile, very easily hitting his own orgasm as he spilled out and came over your mound. 

You let out a happy sigh, running your fingers through it and down into your folds. You managed to quiver at even that touch, falling back onto the bed as you let all your muscles relax. 

It was hard to believe all that had just happened. You stayed laying on the bed, lost in a blissful daze. Maybe they had both kissed you again, you recalled Bucky saying thank you even. Actually, you weren’t even sure if Steve and Bucky were still there beside you - though Steve did quickly bring you back down to earth when he joined you on the bed again, cleaning you up with a warm cloth. 

You knew you should go to the bathroom and clean up, but you were resistant to pop the bubble. This has been an unexpected sensual experience - connecting with both Steve and Bucky in a way you hadn’t anticipated. You had like all of it - no, you loved it. 

The soft touches, the consideration, the attentiveness, the very obvious shared goal of making sure you were having the best experience. 

You couldn’t predict if this would change anything. Well, no. Things had certainly changed - once you did this with another person, you couldn’t go back. But knowing that this entire thing happened with Bucky, it warmed a new part of your heart. 

The fact that even now, only minutes after both Steve and Bucky had been inside you, they were shooting the shit and Bucky was pouring another round of whiskey, you knew things wouldn’t be different in a bad way. 

It was, perhaps, something really, really good instead. 

Following a long hot shower and another late night round of room service with the boys, you were ready for bed - to sleep. You surprised yourself staying up even a bit later given you were properly tuckered out after your bedroom activities. 

Judging by Steve’s yawns, he was following behind you. 

While you and Steve got up off the couch, Bucky hesitated. Before he could say anything, you glanced at Steve for confirmation before looking at Bucky. 

You searched Bucky’s face for a moment, to see if you were all on the same page. Then, you smiled. “I think you should just crash here, Buck. It’s a big bed.” 

A slow grin appeared on Bucky’s face, too. He looked at Steve then back to you. “You sure?”

“Of course, punk.” Steve rolled his neck then grabbed your hand. “Watch out for drool from this one, though.”

You just giggled and extended your free hand out to Bucky. “And fair warning, Steve is a furnace.”

“Oh, I know, doll. Not the first time I’ve shared a bed with the idiot.”

You smiled even wider. “Oh, really? And who is usually the big spoon?” 

Steve just laughed. “I guess you’re about to find out, baby.”

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FIN. that's all for now folks, thank you for reading!!!

“Uhm,” you started slowly, sitting up a bit straighter as you put your phone down. “A weird turn of topics in the group chat with the girls.” 

Something about your smile made Steve think that wasn’t the whole truth. 

He laughed. Okay, he’d play along. “And is my response going to be the next topic in the group chat with the girls?” 

You shook your head. “I wouldn’t do that. Just because Maria loves updating us on her sex life constantly, doesn’t mean I contribute the same way. Scouts honour.” 

Steve pushed back on his chair and stood, removing his glasses as he walked over to join you. 

“Weird place for pillow talk,” he said, planting himself beside you on the couch. You were quick to adjust and cozy up at his side. “But yes, I’ve had a threesome. More than one.”

“Oooh. With who?”

One of his eyebrows shot up, scanning your curious wide eyes. “Sweetheart.”

“I mean, you don’t have to tell me. I’m just wondering how threesomes even happen. I’ve never had one, thought about it I guess but like.. who executes the idea? Do you talk about it beforehand or does it just happen? Who makes sure it’s fair?”

Steve let out a hard laugh. “When I’m involved, everyone has always had a good time. It’s been fair.”

“Okay but with who?”

He hesitated. 

“Come onnnnn. Who was it? When was it? Wait. Have you had more than one? Was it with someone I know? You know I don’t care about your history with Sharon. She probably has some attractive girlfriends.”

Steve blew out a breath. What did he have to lose here? You and him were both typically very secure in your relationship, but he still didn’t want to unintentionally hurt any feelings. 

“Okay. If you really want to know.” He shook his head, somehow confused he was even talking to you about this. “I’ve had a few. Haven’t happened in a while, usually there are just certain circumstances where… It happened organically. With a repeat participant.” 

You nodded, eager. “Whoooo?”

“Usually it was me, and that repeat participant, and a nice girl we found at the club.”

“Steve.” You groaned out his name. “Just tell me. Who is she?”

Steve’s lips grew into a small smirk as he gave you a sideways glance. “Not a she.”

You gasped, sitting up on your knees at his side. “What? Who? Oh my god, I shouldn’t have just assumed it was a woman.” You stopped your train of thought and narrowed your eyes. “Wait. Oh my god. Oh my god! Is it Bucky?”

Steve raised his eyebrows then gave you a slow nod.

“Ahh!!” You tapped your hand on his shoulder, excited. “That makes so much sense. You two have such a close friendship and honestly, that’s..” You let out a long breath, closing your eyes for a second. “That’s really hot. You and Bucky. Damn.”

Steve shifted slightly in his position, raising an eyebrow and watching as you grew excited beside him on the couch. “Sorry? That’s really what?”

“Steve.” You opened one eye and looked at him quickly. “You heard me. Listen, I’m not blind. Bucky is attractive. But don’t– I’m not, like, attracted to him. Okay, well, I am but not like that.”

“Like how then?” Steve couldn’t help but make you squirm about this whole topic now. It was something he hadn’t ever considered with you - sharing your intimacy with anyone else. Mostly because the idea of any other person on the planet even looking at you like that made him fire up with a possessive side he had a hard time hiding. But… Bucky wasn’t just anyone. 

There was a certain thrill that Bucky and Steve used to share when they’d do this together. The experiences were never really planned but Steve knew if someone caught his eye that Bucky would be interested in just as much as he was, and they were both in the mood for a little extra fun, then it was only fair to throw it on the table. They had their own signal, even. A quick side hug with a keyword dropped into the conversation, followed by a confirmation double ear tug.

It had always been a sober choice, too. 

“Stop,” you replied quietly, leaning into Steve’s shoulder again. “Forget I said anything.”

“I can forget it.. If that’s what you want.” He extended his hand to prop your chin up, encouraging you to look him in the eyes again. “But if it’s something you want to discuss further..”

You pulled back slightly. “What?” It looked like your mind was misfiring as you found your words. “But.. wouldn’t that be weird? Also.. wait. Are you – Hmm. It sounds fun but kind of scary and.. How do you even start and..” You paused and closed your eyes again. “Would Bucky even want to… with me..? Am I even his type?”

“Sweetheart,” Steve turned directly to you, grasping your hands in his. “You have no idea.”

—

Steve knew the right moment would present itself. Because the millisecond you had started the conversation with him about it, he had a feeling it would happen eventually. But, it was important that the timing was just right.

Mostly because he didn’t want you to worry or panic about it. In fact, in the few conversations you and Steve had shared about the entire threesome topic, he had made it abundantly clear that you would be in charge. That was usually the method Steve and Bucky followed anyway, depending on the third person sharing a bed with them.

Really though, after all of this chatter about the possibility, Steve could see your confidence and excitement growing. You had told Steve it was his responsibility to read your energy and Bucky’s to make sure everything felt right. And Steve had suggested maybe easing into the whole thing anyways. Maybe you didn’t go all the way right away. 

But, the right moment had to arrive.

And on a very ordinary Saturday night at the club, things seemed to be aligning. First and foremost, Steve knew you were in a great mood. You had an extra day off, you’d recently finished a big project at work and Steve had even just surprised you with a shopping spree. He knew how rarely you spent money on yourself, especially for new pieces of clothing. He had been especially generous when it came to a few pieces of lingerie. 

One set specifically he knew you had on under that new dress. While the club wasn’t always your preferred location for a Saturday night, you had been the one to suggest it this time. You wanted to dance with your girls and who was Steve to hold you back?

As for Bucky, Steve knew his friend had recently gone on a few bumpy first dates. First dates that didn’t deliver because it was clear from Bucky’s on and off grumpy mood that he was pretty pent up. Steve knew it was still a shot in the dark if Bucky would want to participate, but maybe he’d want to let off some steam and have fun.

So, when it was early enough in the night that both you and Bucky hadn’t yet overindulged, Steve started to put a plan into action.

When you came back upstairs to his private area for a break from the dance floor, Steve handed you a glass of water. 

“I’m cutting you off,” he whispered into your ear.

“I’ve only had one glass of –”

“Baby..” Steve pressed a kiss against your neck. “Just trust me. You go back down and dance while I chat with Bucky.”

You let out a small gasp, reaching out to grab the lapel of Steve’s suit. “Wait. Really? Are we–”

Steve cut you off with a kiss, then motioned towards the dancefloor. You gave him a coy smile over your shoulder as you hurried down to find Wanda and Maria again.

With a deep breath, Steve ran a hand through his hair then headed towards the bar. Bucky had his back against the counter, sipping a rocks glass as he surveyed the space. Steve stopped at Bucky’s side, giving him a small nudge on the arm.

“What are you drinkin’?” Steve prompted, matching Bucky’s pose.

Bucky furrowed his brow, turning to look at Steve. “Whiskey.”

“Wanna switch it up?” Steve asked slowly, turning his head to meet Bucky’s eyes. “Maybe we split a grapefruit sidecar?”

Bucky nearly choked as he turned to face Steve directly. “What? Rogers, I’m not going to .. If you are planning to fuck this up with your girl over some other broad.. I’m going to fuckin’ kick your ass and–”

Steve brought his hands up to stop Bucky from doing exactly that. “Jesus, Buck. Don’t think so fucking little of me, punk.” Steve rolled his neck then leaned in closer. “This invite is coming from me and my girl.”

Bucky’s eyes blew open, mouth slightly agape as he looked at Steve. “Are you serious?”

Steve grinned, raising his eyebrows up for a brief moment. “You need a second to mull it over?”

Bucky blinked, clearly letting his mind catch up. He quickly discarded his glass on the bar and raised his hand to tug on his earlobe. “Stevie, you know I’d never admit to having impure thoughts about your girl but..”

Steve laughed then grasped Bucky’s shoulder. “My office. 20 minutes.”

–

Steve came and found you on the dancefloor not long after he had pitched that tonight would be the night. And holy shit, you couldn’t believe it. You were buzzing with more than just excitement - there was a flutter of nerves and impossibilities flashing through your mind too.

Even though Steve had quite thoroughly told you how much fun you’d all have, how Bucky would enjoy himself just as much as you would, if not more. Despite those reassurances, you wouldn’t believe it could even happen until, well, it happened.

Now, as you were heading to Steve’s office - there seemed to be some sort of electricity in the air. 

God, you looked hot tonight. That was helping a lot. Out of all the clothes Steve had dropped down cash for, the dress you were wearing had been one of your favourites. It hugged the curves of your body in the most perfect way, with a generous view of your chest and a short hemline that left little to the imagination. You had felt effortlessly sexy in it, especially with the lacy garments underneath threatening to peak out at the top.

Steve’s office was empty when you both arrived, the walls dulling the bass from trickling in from the club. Steve left the big lights off, opting for just lamplight and ambiance from the illuminated Brooklyn skyline seeping in. 

Before you could start nervously pacing, Steve pulled you into his arms. He was leaning against the edge of the desk and you stood between his legs.

“Hey, remember what I said before..” Steve started, slowly tracing his fingers up and down your arms as he kept eye contact with you. “If you change your mind, at any point.. You just say so. And then it’s over, no questions asked.”

You nodded. “I know. Thank you.” As much as you were trying to keep it together, you couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m excited. But I'm nervous, too. How does this start and–”

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. After a few seconds, there was a voice.

“It’s, uh, me. Bucky.”

Steve glanced down at you, giving you one last look waiting for your confirmation. You responded with a coy smile and a nod, shifting around to lean against Steve. He draped his arms around you and called out for Bucky to come in.

You had always been aware of how attractive Bucky was. You were a normal, warm blooded woman after all. But there was something even hotter about seeing him cross through the doorway, knowing full well what intentions you all shared. And the fact that Bucky looked nervous, like his confidence wasn’t guarding him as it usually did, made it all feel even better.

Fuck. These men and their suits, too. Bucky was wearing black on black on black and the way his metal arm glinted under the lamplight, you nearly choked.

Bucky shut the door behind him, glancing over his shoulder quickly to look back at Steve. You sensed Steve’s nod, because Bucky made sure to lock the door, too. Then after an awkward silence, Bucky took it upon himself to sit on the couch.

“So,” Steve started, all calm and casual as his fingertips skated against your exposed collarbone. 

All you could do was stare straight ahead at Bucky, watching him watching you and Steve. Fuck, what happened now? How did you cross this line and–

You gasped as Steve’s lips found your neckline, weakening your knees as his tongue and lips explored your skin.

“Sweetheart,” Steve paused, moving one hand down your body and toying with the bottom of your dress. “How are you feeling?”

You whimpered, closing your eyes. “G-good. Yeah, so good.”

Steve grinned against your neck, pressing another kiss under your ear. “Buck?”

You looked back towards Bucky as he took a second to reply. He was already adjusting the top of his jeans, taking in slow breaths. “Yeah, so far so..” When he bit his lip, you nearly collapsed.

Steve lowered his voice, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Baby, what do you want? You wanna help Bucky feel even better?”

Holy fuck, you did. You really did. Jesus Christ almighty, the whole concept of Steve encouraging you to put your mouth on Bucky was electric. 

“You already makin’ a mess of those nice panties, baby?” You nodded again, looking back up at Steve as he grabbed your neck. “You take care of Bucky then he’ll watch me take care of you. How’s that sound?” 

Your reply was a jumbled up moan of positivity as Steve kissed you again, hard and wet before squeezing your hips and swatting your ass. 

As you walked towards him, Bucky sat up just a bit straighter on the couch. He was still nervous but judging by how he was running his hands down his thighs, you only imagined how excited he was, too.

“Hi Bucky,” you said quietly as you very slowly got down on your knees. “Can I..” You dragged your tongue across your lips, then glanced down at his belt.

Bucky swallowed hard, sparing another glance towards Steve before looking back at you. He sucked in a breath then reached his hand out to steady your chin. “Only if you want to, doll.”

You couldn’t help but smile, genuinely. Despite being on your knees in front of him, you were grateful that Bucky was still confirming your own interest in this whole thing.

“Yes, please.” You nodded and placed your hands on his knees, slowing running them up his slacks until you met his belt buckle.

He was quick to assist you in your task, pulling at his belt and lifting his hips as you yanked on his pants and boxers. His cock was already hard and ready and you couldn’t even help yourself, immediately reaching for it.

“Fuck,” Bucky exhaled, hands clutching the couch as you ran your hands against it.

“Buck,” Steve called out from across the room. “Pillow.”

You looked up at Bucky, who was scrambling to reach out and grab a nearby throw pillow from the opposite side of the couch. Without a second thought, he lifted it to rest behind his head before Steve interrupted him.

“For her knees, you dumbass,” Steve laughed, and you couldn’t help but join in.

“Oh, fuck. Sorry,” Bucky mumbled, helping you position it under your knees.

You didn’t reply, but instead you gave Bucky a sweet smile then got to work. You swiped your tongue around the head of his cock, before trailing it down along the soft silk of his shaft. Then you took a deep breath and slowly opened your lips, sucking on the tip.

Bucky’s hands gripped the couch even tighter, barely resisting the urge to thrust his hips upwards. You appreciated his restraint, though you couldn’t help but feel for him.

Your name left his lips, like a curse word. “Doll..” You felt one of his hands against your jaw. “Look at me.” Your eyes darted up to his and he really cursed this time. “Fuck, oh fuck. Yes, look at you with my cock in your mouth. So fucking sexy.”

That set you off, attempting to take even more of his length into your mouth as you looked at him. Whatever you couldn’t fit, you stroked with one of your hands, fueled by the drool dripping past your lips. 

You got into a groove, shifting through a pattern of swirling your tongue, sucking long and hard and adding in both fists stroking on and off too. Above you, Bucky seemed to be in a euphoric state. And he couldn’t stop praising you for it, either.

“Jesus Christ, doll. This fucking mouth. So pretty, so fucking pretty with a cock in it. You do this for Stevie too, don’t you? You’ve done it right here on this couch haven’t you?” 

Something about the way Bucky talked about you and Steve really riled you up. You hollowed out your cheeks, looking up at Bucky with wide eyes as you waited for him. After a second you, pulled back and grinned.

“I let him fuck my face right here, Bucky. Do you wanna do that too?” 

Bucky licked his lips and grinned right back, grabbing the side of your head ever so gently and guiding you right back down onto his cock. Then, he did exactly what he wanted. His hips thrusted up quickly, moving in and out of your mouth in record time. You gagged against him as he held you there briefly, then slowed down.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ come, doll,” he fell back against the couch as you took over once more, both hands alternating between massaging his balls and stroking up. You took him back into your mouth, sucking harder as Bucky’s moans grew louder. 

“So close, so fucking..” You pulled back and Bucky grabbed his cock with one hand, steadying your open mouth before him with the other. He growled as he came, hard. You stuck your tongue out, smiling wide as his climax washed over him, unloading onto your tongue and lips. You let it sit there in your mouth for a few extra seconds, keeping eye contact with Bucky as you swallowed it down.

He collapsed against the couch, eyes blown open wide. “Holy fucking shit. Stevie, the mouth on your girl..”

“You can address your compliments to her directly, Buck,” Steve laughed, standing from where he had been sitting in his chair and coming over to help you up. “You might have made his brain malfunction, sweetheart.”

You smiled proudly, meeting Steve’s lips for a kiss. You leaned against him again, tilting your head up to him. “Need you inside me, please?”

“Yeah?” Steve asked. His hand rested against the base of your neck, holding you flush against his chest. “And can Bucky watch?”

You couldn’t help but giggle and nod.

Bucky’s eyes opened slowly, as a smirk grew on his face too. He didn’t even bother cleaning himself up or pulling his pants into place again, simply leaning back and watching carefully as Steve led you over towards his desk. 

Steve took his time, kissing you quite generously as he peeled your dress up towards your waist. You felt him smile against your lips as his hands tugged on your underwear, sliding his fingers towards your center. Just as he had predicted, you had clearly really enjoyed yourself, as your soaked panties indicated.

“I’m gonna slide right in, baby,” he breathed against your neck, swirling his fingers around your clit. “Maybe next time, we do this at the same time. Do you want to try that? Bucky in your mouth while you’re full of me?” 

You groaned, twitching as Steve’s fingers sped up. It wasn’t long until your orgasm approached and soon enough you were quivering in Steve’s arms, ricocheting your way up and down the rollercoaster of senses as Steve turned and pressed you against his desk.

You laid down across it, on your stomach with your ass up in the air. You could feel Steve behind you, shoving your underwear to the side as he freed himself from his own pants. You gripped the edge of the desk as he entered you, slowly at first to make sure you were comfortable and ready. 

Across the room, you watched as Bucky was gripping his own cock, somehow hard again. Steve held onto your hips and thrusted steady, letting out his own series of grunts and moans as he fucked you.

Between your own moaning and Steve’s, you could barely hear Bucky across the room but he said your name out loud. You met his eyes as he was rubbing his shaft.

“You’re incredible, doll. Absolutely fucking incredible. And look at you, taking Steve so well. You like that, huh? Being so fucking full of him?”

With your own orgasm approaching, all you could do was cry out in agreement. Steve growled behind you, speeding up as he gripped your hips even tighter. 

“Look what you did to Bucky, baby,” Steve smacked his hand against your ass, holding you tight against him. “With just your mouth..” 

Bucky smirked, biting his lip as he watched you bounce against the desk. “Gonna let me feel that pussy next time?”

Your climax felt volcanic - a flurry of neurons firing off in your brain as you quivered, safely pressed against the desk as the weight of Steve covered you like a warm blanket. He came right after, growling in your ear as he spilled into you. Steve stayed in place after, as if unable to let go as he caught his breath. 

As you came back down to earth, Steve eventually stood, taking a moment to clean you up before coaxing you back into his desk chair. Yeah, you definitely needed a few more minutes. If you stood, you might fall down like a baby deer. 

You leaned back into the soft leather chair, eyes closed as you grinned. 

Steve kneeled before you, pressing a kiss to the side of your knee as he fixed your skirt. 

“Baby, you okay?” 

You opened your eyes and looked down. He was flush and seemed awfully content. You weren’t sure you had ever seen him smile like that before. 

You bit your lip, resisting your urge to scream with joy. You glanced from Steve over to Bucky. He was still sitting on the couch, though his pants were done up and buckled again. 

“I’m really good. Like, wow. Great. Amazing.”

Bucky laughed from his spot. “Doll, you’re amazing. I..” He sat up a bit straighter. “Best  sidecar I’ve ever had.”

You raised an eyebrow, looking back to Steve again. They were wearing matching grins. You didn’t want to ask. 

“I have worked up an appetite though..” You moved to stand. Steve got to his feet and offered his hand. “How do we feel about milkshakes?”

You collected yourself as Steve and Bucky strategized the best way to sneak out of the club and find a table at your favourite diner. 

There was a shift, though. When Bucky opened the car door for you, exchanging another smirk with Steve. Something in the air felt different.

Despite all that, you wanted to visit his apartment for the first time excited, with butterflies in your stomach. Why did it have to be like this?

When you got to his door, there was a Stark Industries bag hanging off the handle. Bucky paused, then nodded with a hum before scanning his access card to open the door. 

The living spaces at the Tower were pretty basic, and you knew Bucky wasn’t intending on staying there forever, but he somehow managed to make it feel like his home nonetheless. 

A basic kitchen was immediately on your left as you walked in, open directly into the living room - which had a big, comfortable couch covered in a few pillows and blankets. You carefully fell into it, eyes closed. The impact made you wince but you decided it was worth it, given how you sank into the cushions.

“So, what do you want to eat?” Bucky had stopped in the kitchen area, grabbing what looked like a stack of menus from the top of the fridge.

You just shrugged, glancing over at him briefly before closing your eyes. “I’m not really hungry.”

Even though you weren’t looking at him, you could sense the frown on his face.

He sighed out your name. “Didn’t we just learn a lesson about taking those intense pain meds on an empty stomach?” He paused. “Actually, you think about it, I’m going to change...”

You squeezed your eyes even harder, trying to scrub away that recent memory. 

The doctor had been fitting the temporary cast on your hand and wrist just as whatever remaining particles of pain medication seemed to disappear from your bloodstream. That had been enough to make you feel nauseated but then when a nurse came to share some stronger meds with you, Bucky was quick to grab the nearest trash can when they immediately made you throw up. 

Most of it made it into the can, at least.

Now he was probably going to change out of his shirt that had been hit with the rest.

In the few moments of quiet while Bucky was in his bedroom, everything about the last few days hit you all at once. 

Boone. The gym. Your face on the mat. The way he yelled, screamed. Why hadn’t you left? 

Your couch. The growing pain. The purple and yellow and blue bruises. Why didn’t you just walk away?

Bucky.

Bucky at your door, with soup. Bucky with his tender touch. Your hand.

Pepper Potts, her kindness. 

The doctor.

The doctor said something about surgery after seeing your x-ray. Metacarpal break in your hand, down from the ring finger, and a hairline fracture down your wrist.

Pepper had been so kind but what was it she said about a police report? About filing a report with HR? What had she said about taking a break from work?

Bucky, Bucky had been so patient. He hadn’t left your side. But–

How would you ever write again? Could you hold a pen? Would you be able to do your job? Now you wouldn’t have your new role and you’d be shit at your current job, too. How could a nurse function without typing notes or holding a stethoscope or –

Boone. The gym. Your face on the mat. Bucky. Boone. Bucky. Your hand and this cast and this goddamn sling.

In your slurry of thoughts, you hadn’t even realized the tight feeling growing in your chest. Instinctually, you tried to place a hand over your heart and – pain, your wrist. Heaving in deep breaths, it felt as if your lungs couldn’t handle functioning properly.

And your skin - everything felt too hot. You shuffled forward on the couch until you were closer to the floor, dropping to your knees as you tore at your sweatshirt with one hand. It was only halfway zipped up, barely draped over your shoulders, and just so so so hot - were you dripping with sweat?

Could Bucky hear as you called out for him? God, what if he just changed his mind - you were a mess, this wasn’t the person he knew and definitely wasn’t the person he asked out.

How could he be proud of you now?

You tore off your glasses as tears started to fall.

Your name, someone was saying your name. 

Were you under water? It felt like you were under water. Your skin - hot. Your hand, your wrist – pain. 

Boone. 

You collapsed further, bracing yourself on the rug with your free hand. It was strangely soft under your palm. Bucky’s apartment had a soft rug.

Bucky. Bucky was saying your name. 

“Hey, hey. You’re okay.” 

He sounded close, so close. You blinked through your tears and saw he had dropped down beside you on the floor. 

“Sweetheart, can I - can I touch you? Is that okay?”

You nodded, peeking your head up to look at him. Everything was blurry. 

Slowly, he reached out and pressed one hand against your chest, firm. The other was running up and down your back. You listened to him carefully as he talked you through whatever this episode was, breathing in tandem as he applied just enough pressure to your chest and shoulders to really ground you beside him. 

He spoke your name, trying to keep your attention. “Talk to me, please.”

“Bucky - I..” You closed your eyes, sparing a moment to breathe at his pace. His hand pressed against your chest didn’t let up but he helped you lean back against the couch. “I’m scared.. Boone, he.. What if.. My hand..”

“I promise you’re never going to see him again.”

“No, no. I’m not..” Another deep breath. Your heart rate seemed to steady. “I’m not scared of seeing him. I want to.. I want to break his jaw or.. I wasn’t strong enough to even try..” You lifted your arm, tight in the cast and sling. “I won’t even be able to do that. He – I fucked up my hand and I - how can I even do my job or write anything or hold anything or even text? And I - I’ve never had surgery before and I’m - I’m scared something will go wrong and I won’t get to join the med team and I - How can I..” You could feel yourself starting to hyperventilate. “He kept yelling at me to fight back.. Fight back and-and prove myself! I should have – I should have just walked away, I should have–”

You couldn’t quite remember how the shift happened - but you were soon back on the couch, gently turned towards Bucky as he wrapped his arm around you. Time seemed to disappear as you cried into the crook of his shoulder. 

Maybe it wasn’t the most comfortable position as your hand pulsed in pain, but the close feeling, the touch of Bucky, the heat radiating from him - the combination soothed you. 

Bucky seemed to sense the exact moment your heart rate returned back to normal, as he very gently nudged you away just enough to peer down at you. He reached for your glasses and secured them back to where they belonged then offered you a soft smile.

“I don’t want to, uh, invalidate your feelings,” Bucky started then quickly paused. “Christ, I sound like Steve.”

That made you laugh.

“But you’ve gotta know that the doctor who's going to fix your hand will do a damn good job and while maybe you’ll have to take some time off work, you’ll be able to adapt until you fully heal. I promise.” He shifted and grabbed your available hand. “And surgery can be scary but I’ll be there the whole time and wait for you after, okay?”

“You’ll do that?”

Bucky seemed to falter after another moment. “Only if you want me, I don’t want to assume–”

“No, no. I do. I just..” You let out a slow breath. “I.. I’m really grateful to be right here, with you. I’m glad you didn’t leave my apartment earlier, even when I was pushing you out.”

Now he had a chance to laugh. “Yeah, I think we both know I wasn’t going anywhere, sweetheart. Now, you need to eat something. Any requests?”

Half an hour later Bucky was unpacking a delivery bag and handing you a meal and a dose of medication that you had brought home from the clinic. Admittedly, the warm food helped settle you even more and you had a feeling that you’d fall asleep quickly.

The bag hanging from Bucky’s door was full of overnight essentials, including a Stark Industries branded t-shirt and matching sweatpants. You managed to change and brush your teeth with only one hand, then found Bucky waiting for you in the hallway.

“I got my bed set up with extra pillows for you.”

You glanced into his room, then craned your neck to look back towards the living room. A lone pillow and blanket created a makeshift bed on the couch cushions.

Bucky answered the question on your mind: “I’m sleeping on the couch.”

You scrunched your face up. “No.”

“No?” Bucky repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Even with extra pillows, I think there is definitely room for us both.” You stepped into his room and surveyed the space. Again, although a bit basic and free from any excess, it felt like Bucky lived there. A framed picture of him and Steve lived on his dresser. A basket of unfolded laundry sat outside his closet door. An extra pair of boots leaned up against his bedside table. 

Bucky let out a long breath, saying your name quietly. He shook his head then motioned towards the bed. “Okay.”

It took a few moments to adjust into a position that felt comfortable enough for you. Bucky helped you rearrange some of the pillows before he very cautiously joined you in the bed, doing his best to not create any extra movement to jostle you. 

Silence took over a few moments later, when he reached down and grabbed your left hand. 

You squeezed his palm, speaking through a yawn. “This isn’t how I pictured us sharing a bed for the first time.”

He laughed in return, shifting against his pillow. “Me neither, doll.” 

Then, you heard Bucky move again. And after a sweet mumbling of goodnight, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

--

To say Bucky was reluctant to leave you alone was an understatement. But once you settled into his bed, the pain medication seemed to finally kick in and you were out like a light. He left a small note on the bedside table, near your phone, to let you know he’d be back quickly and to call for FRIDAY if you needed anything. As he slipped into the hallway, secured in a black hoodie, he glanced towards his phone.

Tony’s message had been nondescript, but Bucky understood enough he had information about Boone. Tony insinuated earlier he was already digging into the video footage and how to proceed, but knew Bucky would want to be informed every step of the way.

Not that it mattered - Bucky already had a plan: find Boone then kill him.

Okay, no, no. Bucky couldn’t kill him. He’d never take a life like that again but… well, he had already considered a thousand different scenarios that left Boone to deal with the consequences of his actions. 

Bucky cracked his neck as he got into the elevator, shooting up to Tony’s lab. He stepped out directly into the space, following the echo of Tony’s voice somewhere inside. Bucky found him standing behind one of his workstations, hands flying around as he swiped at the screens illuminated ahead.

Tony paused, pivoting slightly as he shuffled a few things around on his desk. He leaned towards the end of his workspace, hooked his foot on the bottom of a wheeled chair and slid it in Bucky’s direction.

“How is she?” Tony asked, perching on the side of his workstation as Bucky sat.

Bucky shook his head. How could he even answer that? “Finally sleeping.”

“I hope they gave her the good stuff.” Tony’s fingers tapped against the side of the desk. “You know, Dr. Alvarez told me your girl must have a high pain tolerance given the severity of that break.” Before Bucky even had a chance to defend your non-relationship status, Tony carried on. “But Barnes - she’s tough, really tough. Look.”

Bucky turned his head to the screens, as a series of video captures started playing on the screen. It was footage of you - from the training gym, during all your sessions the week prior. 

Tough didn’t seem like enough. You were strategic and resilient and smart. Sure, maybe you needed to work on your pace and Bucky could certainly give you some pointers when it came to aim, he was still impressed.

“Here’s the thing.” Tony paused the footage. “When this incident happened– listen, I know incident isn’t the right word here. But when it happened, someone retroactively cut out some security footage.” He shifted his hand and tapped the screen again. “I just recovered it. And I am looking into how that imbecile managed to bypass the admin code for the security logs.”

“Did you watch it?” Bucky held his breath, tearing his eyes from the screen back towards Tony who shook his head. 

“Not yet.”

Bucky flicked his hand to the screen, to signal for Tony to show him. Bucky stood from his chair and crossed his arms once the video started.

As he watched, the anger flared up in Bucky almost instantly. Just seeing you alone with Boone in the gym made his stomach drop but when Boone shoved you down, Bucky growled.

The footage didn’t have any audio, though Bucky had a feeling that if he could also hear whatever Boone had been shouting at you, he’d be trashing Tony’s lab just to deal with his frustration. 

At first, everything seemed normal enough. Bucky sucked in a breath when Boone pulled off your glasses. His fist clenched tightly when Boone pushed you down to your knees. When Boone’s hand touched your head…

“Good for her,” Tony muttered out when you quickly started to fight back. 

When Boone escalated things though - as your face dragged against the mat, as he pulled at your arms, how he followed up as you tried to crawl away, as he clearly shouted and stomped his feet down on your hand, Bucky couldn’t help but boil over. He let out another growl and grabbed a nearby stool, snapping it over his knee.

He dropped the wooden shards to the ground, apologizing to Tony before requesting he turn off the video.

“Listen,” Tony raised his hands, as if to forgive Bucky for the outburst. “I can’t put Pepper through the PR nightmare if you kill this guy.”

“I’m not going to..” Bucky sucked in a breath. Well, he wasn’t going to speak in absolutes or promises. He could barely see past the red in his eyes, there was no point in lying.

Tony let out a small yelp. “Oh, hold on. Let’s..” He dropped back down onto a rolling chair and moved towards one of his computer screens. “FRIDAY, let’s pull up the last 6th months of data for Agent Nathan Boone. Every swipe in, hour worked, blah blah blah. You know the drill.”

Bucky tried to follow Tony’s thought process, crossing his arms as he watched the screens compile different information.

“When does he usually go to the gym?” Tony asked, swiping ahead of him as he scanned over the data.

FRIDAY’s lilt echoed above them. “Agent Boone, on average, visits the gym every day he is on schedule. He first enters usually between 6 and 6:07AM.”

Tony nodded. “Okay, and when was the last time we did diagnostics on the gym security system?”

“Well, boss, this system doesn’t require regular diagnostics due to the software protection.”

“Right. Then it sounds like we’re due.” Tony shot a glance over his shoulder to meet Bucky’s gaze. “Let’s run it in the morning, around 6AM. Full system shut down - including cameras - for half an hour?”

Bucky grunted. “Make it an hour.”

--

 Following his visit to Tony’s lab, which actually concluded with sharing a glass of whiskey, Bucky made a plan. 

He returned to his apartment and bed, where he luckily found you still sleeping soundly. When you both stirred awake a few hours later, just shy of sunrise, Bucky encouraged you to stay in bed while he hit the gym.

You barely argued as your eyes fluttered shut again, wincing only slightly as you adjusted on the bed. Bucky promised to return with breakfast when he was done.

Then, he headed to the gym. He discovered easily how effective a piece of paper could be at deterring people from entering. One well placed ‘Closed for cleaning’ sign and a locked door kept anyone else from accessing the space after Bucky watched Boone enter.

A thousand scenarios flashed through Bucky’s mind when he saw Boone. On top of the flood of thoughts he wrestled with all night long, Bucky was simply itching to rearrange Boone’s entire dumb fucking face.

But, no. No. He had a plan.

Bucky rolled his head slightly, cracked his knuckles, then headed towards the weight area. It wasn’t hard to find Boone, given he was the only other person in the space. That and he was already proving himself obnoxious - blasting music from his phone instead of using headphones.

“Boone.” Bucky approached slowly. Boone looked up as he did, shifting slightly as he sat on the bench and giving Bucky a small nod.

“What’s up, Sarge?” Boone replied. “I guess you and I are the only early birds today. Usually a few more in here. Though with some of these new recruits, I guess I’m not surprised they don’t give a shit about training.

Bucky sucked in a breath before motioning to the weight rack behind Boone as he set up a bench press. “You need a spot?”

Boone shrugged. “Sure.”

“This your warm up?” Bucky smirked, tapping against the plates resting on the bar. “You’ve gotta be doing more than that these days. Cap told me he’s been impressed by your bulking.”

Boone let out a stiff laugh. “I hit a new max rep last week, actually. I realize that’s nothing compared to you and Cap .”

“C’mon then.” Bucky leaned forward and slapped Boone’s shoulder. “Let’s see what you can do.”

Boone stood up on impact, skepticism evident on his face before he sat again. But, he didn’t falter. “Sure.”

Bucky walked over to the weight rack and grabbed two additional heavy plates, sliding them on as Boone laid down and got into position. 

“Speaking of new recruits.” Bucky bristled as he tried to make convincing small talk with Boone and his dumb fucking face. If Boone thought it was out of character, he didn’t mention it. “How’d training go last week?”

Boone laughed, stretching his arms up to brace the bar. “Yeah, it went fine. Most of them passed. That’s on par with the recent cohorts. Usually one or two bail out.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky crossed his arms, doing everything in his power to reign himself in. 

“Makes sense. Most people aren’t ready - some will never be–” Boone pressed upwards, inhaling a sharp breath as he lifted the bar.

“Too much?” Bucky took half a step backwards.

“No, no.” Boone carried on, barely moving the bar up off the rack. “I’ve got it.” His arms fully extended, as the weight bar swayed slightly between his arms before he positioned it back in place.

Bucky returned to the weight rack and grabbed two more plates. “Nice. You got more in you?”

Boone hesitated, looking backwards to meet Bucky’s gaze. He nodded. “Absolutely.”

Once the new weights were settled, Bucky stood above him again. 

“Hey.” Bucky closed his eyes, moving to the side of the bench to peer down at Boone. Bucky said your name. “She was training with you last week, right?”

Boone froze momentarily then blinked. “Uh, yeah. I remember her.”

“Between you and me - how’d she do?” Bucky rested his hands underneath the bar, temporarily alleviating some of the weight as Boone pressed upwards again. “Do you think she was ready?”

Boone closed his eyes to focus on his lift. “Between you and me,” he echoed to Bucky. “That dumb broad will never be ready.”

A searing heat coursed through Bucky as he released his hands, stepping back as the overweight bar slammed down on Boone’s chest. Boone roared out in pain, whimpering as the entire barbell rolled down onto his throat. As his arms flailed at his side, trying and failing to push it away, Boone tried to call out for Bucky’s help.

Though his anger remained, watching Boone struggle was still enjoyable. And although Bucky would have been happy to see the barbell crush Boone’s windpipe, he eventually did step forward and reach for the weights.

With his left arm, Bucky removed the bar and threw the entire thing to the side. With his right hand, he yanked Boone up off the bench onto his feet.

“Did you forget how to spot me? The fuck?” Boone shouted, eyes widening as he rubbed at his throat. He swung his arm forward and pushed against Bucky’s chest.  “I could have fucking–”

Bucky snarled, shoving Boone back the same way - sending him into the rack holding the weights. Boone bounced off the structure and tumbled to the side, wincing in pain as Bucky stalked after him. “Why don’t you fight back?”

“Barnes, you’re out of your mind. What the fuck–”

“Fight back.” Bucky advanced closer, looming over Boone as he scuttled backwards on the floor.  “Prove yourself.” It was clear to Bucky that reference hit Boone directly. Although he couldn’t bring himself to snap back, Boone’s face grew red. An extra bead of sweat dripped down from his forehead, as he pressed against the wall.

Bucky crouched down, grabbing Boone’s jaw between his metal fingers. “What the fuck is wrong with you, huh?” Bucky said your name slowly. Boone’s eyes briefly widened. “What do you get out of beating up an agent?” 

“I didn’t–” Boone tried to shake his head. “Is she your little girlfriend or something? Listen, I wouldn’t have – I didn’t know she – What did she say–”

“It doesn’t fucking matter if she’s anyone girlfriend, you piece of shit.” Bucky grabbed him by the throat and pulled him back up to his feet, sparing a moment to spit in Boone’s face before he made his next move. Bucky dropped his hand and took one step back, stretching his arms ahead of himself before letting out a growl. “Fight back, Agent Boone. Prove. Yourself.”

--

Despite your nicely medicated sleep in Bucky’s bed, you were tired. And talking to a lawyer and Pepper and HR and a member of the NYPD police, Officer Reyes, about the entire situation again definitely contributed to your exhaustion. 

You were even on your second coffee but it didn’t seem to be helping. Bucky was practically holding you up as he sat at your side. You were in the medical wing at the tower, going through everything you needed before surgery. It had been scheduled quickly - probably at Tony’s request, given his relationship with Dr. Alvarez. And although you didn’t really want to think about the gravity of having surgery, you couldn’t help but look forward to the healing process. You wanted this all to be over already.

“That’s everything we need. You’re prepared for tomorrow. Start fasting at midnight!” 

You thanked your coworker, Jillian, for being a wonderful nurse and securing you back into your sling. Bucky helped you to stand, giving you a once over to make sure you were okay. 

Bucky had been quiet all morning. That wasn’t particularly out of character, but he seemed tense. You didn’t always see every side of him as friends and now with all this - things were shifting. You didn’t mind it, though. You welcomed it, especially after waking up in his bed and relishing in the sense of security that he was at your side.

“Hey Bucky?” You stopped him once you were outside the doors, heading in the direction of the elevators. 

He immediately frowned, searching your face as he turned to face you. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” You offered him a reassuring smile. “But are you?”

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes, extending your good hand to grab his. “If you can worry about me, you must know I worry about you too. Can’t help it.”

Bucky cracked a reluctant smile. “Okay. Well, try not to worry about me right now then, okay? You’ve got enough on your plate.”

Before you could hit him back with another defensive rebuttal, you were interrupted by your name being called down the hallway. It was Pepper and Officer Reyes, again.

You drew in a hard breath, relaxing a tiny bit when you felt Bucky squeeze your hand. He hadn’t let go, and it seemed he didn’t plan to. When the officer asked to speak with you, Bucky took the lead and guided you into the nearest consultation room to have the conversation privately.

Pepper opted to wait outside but Bucky joined you, arms crossed in front of the door while you sat opposite the officer.

You really liked Officer Reyes. She was patient, direct, and took her job very seriously. And right now, that meant dealing with Boone.

“Just to give you a fair update,” she started, folding her hands together on top of the table. “We had the arrest warrant prepared and although he swiped in for work and into the gym this morning, we actually found Nathan Boone at his apartment downtown. He came willingly. In fact, it seemed he was waiting for us. He’s been charged with assault in the third degree and you’ll be happy to know he pled guilty.” 

You sat back in your chair, a sense of relief flooding through you. Although you knew there was video footage and physical proof of Boone’s attack, you still had doubts the judicial system would work in your favour. 

“So, is that it?” You asked cautiously. 

Reyes nodded. “From you? Pretty much.” She tipped her head sideways briefly, considering. “I shouldn’t mention this, but given the circumstances, it must be some sort of karmic payback. Nathan Boone was in bad shape when we found him - the guy will probably need some medical attention himself. We asked him about his injuries but he had nothing to say. Fell down the stairs, so he says.”

“Bad shape?” You couldn’t help but ask. You didn’t have any sympathy for Boone but the curiosity surfaced. 

“I have a feeling he’ll have to squeeze in some x-rays and a visit to a dental surgeon in between his court dates.” Reyes stood and offered her hand, giving you a small smile. “I’ll be in touch if we have any loose ends.”

After she left, you remained in your chair, quiet for a moment before you motioned for Bucky to sit. He was sitting after one swift stride, locking eyes with you.

You started slowly. “I meant to ask. How was your workout this morning?”

Bucky was straight faced, matching your pose across the table. “Good.” 

“Nothing else to share?” You pressed, raising an eyebrow. 

“I always like to have a plan when I go to the gym and this morning, I did exactly what I planned on doing.”

You nodded then leaned back in your chair. You knew you could ask exactly what you wanted and he'd tell you the truth. But maybe it was better left unsaid. If you didn’t ask, he didn’t have to explain himself either. But, that didn’t make the entire thing any less of an internal debate.

Why did you care even a little tiny bit about Boone being injured? 

It wasn’t even about Boone. 

It was about someone inflicting pain on your behalf. But, wait. Then again – was there any chance Boone was feeling guilty for his actions? Fueled by his fucked up testosterone levels and short fuse? Why did you have to wrestle with your conscience when he didn’t show even an ounce of remorse for what he did? 

If Bucky had chosen to defend you, to wrestle with Boone instead… Well, maybe that was what needed to happen. 

You remained in a staring contest with Bucky, searching his face for anything. You could see something just behind his lips, a desire to say something else. Maybe he was worried he would upset you with the whole truth about what happened at the gym. If that was the case, you also knew Bucky wouldn’t apologize for what he might have done to Boone.

Bucky was strong willed. He stood up for what he believed in. He’d never want to see injustice or unfair behaviour being excused. 

You sighed then nodded again. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Bucky repeated slowly, tilting his head. “Sweetheart, I—”

“No. It’s okay.” You cracked a small smile. “Bucky, I—thank you. For last night and for not leaving my side and taking care of me, protecting me.. for everything.”

He said your name quietly, reaching across the table for your free hand. “It’s an honour.”

You sucked in a breath, blinking away the feeling of crying again.  “Don’t do that – don’t be cheesy. I won’t survive.”

Bucky just smiled.

--

Somehow an hour long surgery seemed like a lifetime to Bucky. He glanced at his phone to check the time again and let out a long breath, slumping down just a bit further in his chair. Despite your exhaustion, you had barely slept the night before and Bucky felt helpless, even with all his efforts to calm your nerves.

“I’m a nurse, Bucky. I’ve helped so many patients before and after surgeries and I’m still just – I want this to be over.”

Bucky knew you were okay, in the best hands Tony could pay for, but he was still desperate to see you roll back down the hallway, safe and sound.

After another chance to take some breaths and repeat a few of his safe mantras, Bucky looked at his phone. Instead of seeing the time, he saw ‘Sam Wilson’ popping up on his phone.

It had been a very easy task for Bucky - ignoring Sam for the past 48 hours. It was petty, childish even, but he still didn’t want to talk to Sam. Bucky was still sitting in an uncomfortable swell of anger over the whole situation. A situation that could be traced right back to Sam, in a way.

Bucky closed his eyes and finally brought the phone up to his ear when Sam called back again. He stood from his chair and started down the empty hallway.

“This is Sergeant Barnes.”

Sam immediately scoffed on the other end of the line. “Thanks for finally picking up.”

Bucky just grunted. “What do you want?”

“I want you to say out loud what’s bothering you so we can move past this.” 

Silence fell between them before Bucky finally replied again. “You put him in charge, Sam.”

“I have a lot of fucking regrets about that, Bucky.”

Bucky couldn’t help but wince when he heard Sam swear. In the field, Sam certainly had a mouth at times. But during the day to day operations of the job, back in the office, he was usually well restrained. Clearly, he was out of sorts, too.

“And I heard someone already went and put Boone in his place. There is only so much I can apologize for when that jackass cheated the system and misled me. Boone broke my trust and I can get over that. But I am fucking gutted I broke her trust. This never should have happened. I know that.”

“I know you know. I..” Bucky closed his eyes, pausing to rest against the nearest wall. Eventually, he left out a quiet laugh. “I don’t know what to do with my leftover anger, Sam.”

“You and me both, man. At least you got to crack him in the jaw a few times. Wish I could have been there.”

Bucky sighed. “I’ll tell you all about it in great detail. I owe you a beer, alright?”

“Whenever you’re ready to leave your girl's side, pencil me in.”

After he hung up with Sam, then exchanged a few messages with Steve, Bucky resumed his position of waiting for you outside the entrance to the surgical suites. He tried distracting himself with a few reports he had to go over and listened to a few tracks on a new playlist from Natasha. Eventually though, all he could do was stare at the door and be patient.

Soon enough, a nurse appeared at the door and signaled to Bucky he could come through. He was directed to a recovery area and finally, he could feel his shoulders relax. There you were - safe and sound. 

Bucky pulled up a chair beside your hospital bed, greeting you with a smile as you looked towards him. 

“Bucky!”

“Hey doll.” 

“She’s still coming back from the general anesthesia. She might be a bit out of sorts still,” the nurse confirmed, giving you another once over. “The doctor said everything went well and the office will be in touch about follow up appointments.” The nurse paused, giving Bucky a coy smile as she walked away. “She immediately asked for you when she started coming to - Sergeant Handsome.”

“I said that was a private nickname,” you whined, closing your eyes tightly. You tried to push yourself up slightly to sit, but were quickly stopped by your immobilized arm. “Ow.”

“Let me help,” Bucky stood up and adjusted the bed so you could sit up more. 

You turned to look towards him. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Bucky scooted his chair closer and sat again. “You feelin’ okay?”

You nodded. “Just a lil’froggy.. Foggy..”

“So, Sergeant Handsome? Were you talkin’ about me?” Bucky couldn’t help the smile on his face as you closed your eyes. Though it fell just as quickly when you frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Can I - can I tell you a secret?” You kept your eyes closed, letting out a slow exhale as you settled against the pillows propping you up. 

“Sure, doll.”

“Actually, no, no.” Your eyes shot open, narrowing again as you locked eyes with Bucky. “This hasta be a secret exchange.”

“A secret exchange?”

You licked your lips then used your good hand to point at him. “You tell me one first, then I tell you one. It’s fair.”

“I mean, you started this whole thing,” he laughed, then decided it was probably best to play along. The medication was clearly still making you a bit loopy and the last thing Bucky wanted to do was upset you any further in this state. “Okay. Let’s see.” He paused again then shrugged. “I met my nephew a few weeks ago.”

“Bucky! Oh, oh wow. That’s..” You reached for his closest hand and he met you in the middle. You squeezed his fingers but didn’t let go after. “I’m gonna cry - I’m so happy for you. When I.. I’m back to normal, I wanna hear all about it. Okay?”

“I can’t wait to tell you, sweetheart.” Bucky cradled your hand in his, rubbing his thumb against your skin. “Now, it’s your turn.”

You sucked in a breath and closed your eyes once more. “I’m.. I’m really sad we aren’t gonna have our date.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Who said we aren’t having our date?”

“We’re suppos’ta celebrate my new position and..” You shook your head. “Look’at me now.. No new job and-and a broken whatever–” You tried to move your casted arm and just winced, which quickly transformed into a yawn. “Who wants to date this..”

Bucky released your hand from his and leaned forward, bringing his palm up to cup your cheek. Exhaustion seemed to catch up with you as you fell back asleep.  “I promise we’re going on that date.” 

--

The first few days following your surgery were painful, as you probably should have anticipated. You insisted Bucky didn’t need to stay at your side the whole time - in fact, you knew he had work to do and an upcoming mission to plan for. Thankfully you had a few close friends in rotation who kept you company throughout your days and somehow an endless supply of credit with your favourite food delivery app, making your life a lot easier. (You assumed you had Tony to thank for that.)

You and Bucky still talked all day long. That made dealing with the pain a lot easier, too.

You: are you doing anything after work? You: if you’re free You: you could come over? Bucky: be there by 7 :)

“It’s going to leave quite the scar, unfortunately.” Your check up with Dr. Alvarez had downgraded you to a removable splint, which you were really relieved about. You were perfectly capable of handling the care yourself and it was nice to release the pressure on your hand.

You had taken the splint off to show Bucky when he showed up. You were sitting beside him on your small loveseat, catching up about your last few days. He was holding your hand gently in his own, tracing his finger lightly over your skin. 

Somehow, by some weird trick of your mind, it seemed like the pain had already become easier to tolerate. Like Bucky’s touch was helping settle your nerves and discomfort.

“Tony has this thing… it could help with that,” Bucky finally responded, his voice barely audible. “The scarring. I don’t know how it works but it can build synthetic tissue and..”

You smiled when Bucky looked back up at you. “Yeah, maybe.” It was clear Bucky was holding something back but you didn’t want to press. “Okay, I have a confession. I invited you here because I need help with something.”

He nodded. “Sure. Whatever you need. What is it?”

It was another unconventional first for you and Bucky and your new whatever relationship status. You had visions of a sexy steamed bathroom, shared laughter and maybe slippery hands and low moans and… This wasn’t how your first shower together was supposed to go.

You chewed on your lip as you tried to figure out the logistics. You had a semi-normal shower the other day, but it had been incredibly difficult if not impossible to get any soap or shampoo where it needed to go with an immobilized arm. Even now, without the splint, you barely had any range of motion in your hand. Plus you were supposed to be taking it easy.

“Okay, so. Let’s…” You turned towards the shower then back towards Bucky, who was standing only a few inches from you - thanks to your tiny New York City apartment bathroom. “I’ll be in the shower. Uhm, naked. Then when I need soap or shampoo or… whatever, I’ll stick my good hand out and you can give it to me.”

Bucky stifled his laughter. “Sure. I can… give you whatever you need, doll.”

“Bucky,” you whined, doing your best not to laugh along with him. “Don’t, please. I know this is weird.”

“I’m sorry,” he immediately sobered up. “I’ll, just..” He turned to face the door, away from you, as you stripped down and got into the shower. “Tell me when I should turn around?”

It wasn’t a very graceful process but it worked. Bucky was very polite and helpful with everything you needed. Truthfully, it would have been better to have him in the shower with you but you just weren’t there yet. Beyond sleeping side by side and cuddling on the couch, nothing further had happened between you. And well, that was expected - given everything. But your stupid injury really was getting in the way.

“Okay, just, uhm - my towel?” You turned off the water and reached out, feeling the fluffy fabric right away. You did your best to wrap it around your body then drew the curtain open again. Bucky was waiting for you, eyes closed tightly but with an extended hand to help you step carefully over the tub. 

“Thank you,” you said quietly. “You can open your eyes - I’m covered.”

“Feel better?” He asked as he opened his eyes, offering you one of those soft, sweet Bucky looks you were coming to really appreciate and love. 

God, you didn’t want to fuck this up. 

“Here, let me..” Bucky took your injured hand and carefully fixed your splint back into place. Then, well, he filled in the small space between you both. 

You sucked in a breath as he positioned his forehead against yours, beads of water and condensation sticking to his skin. “Thank you,” you repeated, though you wondered if it was even audible.

He kept one hand safely holding your injured wrist while his other found a spot on your hip. He whispered your name with just enough inflexion for you to understand his unspoken question. As soon as you tipped your head into a nod, his hand left your hip and was encompassing the side of your neck, thumb running against your jawline.

Your tongue swept across your lips. “ Yes.”

Bucky’s lips met yours, gentle and rough and exactly what you imagined kissing Bucky might be like. A bolt of electricity surged through you, across every nerve. It was the perfect balm to forget about your wrist, about uncertainty, about anything but Bucky.

--

Although you knew you were returning to work on a modified schedule and task list, you had still been nervous about it. Especially because you didn’t know what everyone else knew about Boone and you and what had happened. But luckily you were welcomed back to cheerful coworkers and a very light workload.

And no one mentioned Boone or your injury. You did have to catch on newly updated mandatory company wide training though, directly related to substance abuse and security protocols. 

You got used to working with only one hand, which would still be the case for a few more weeks. But otherwise, things felt okay. And by the time your meal break rolled around, you couldn’t help but feel giddy about being back at the tower. Because you had a lunch date with your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend Bucky Barnes. 

Not that having lunch with Bucky was new, but now it felt like so much more. Every single milestone in your relationship so far had been abnormal but this - this was perfectly ordinary. Although calling him your boyfriend still felt a little foreign on your tongue, you didn’t mind that change. 

When you spotted Bucky in the cafeteria, your knees nearly gave out altogether. You couldn’t help but grin when he stood to greet you, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand. With the other he pulled you in for a hug, followed by a kiss on the forehead.

“Hi,” you said, using your freehand to brush against some of the petals. “This is unexpected.”

Bucky smiled, taking the seat across from you. “I was going to hand deliver them down to the med floor but I figured you might be a bit overwhelmed this morning. And maybe Sergeant Handsome would distract you from important work.”

You rolled your eyes, though it was impossible to hide your giddiness and fight off your warm cheeks. “You’ve gotta let that one go, please.”

“Absolutely not.” Bucky shook his head, still smiling. God, would you two ever stop smiling? There was something incredibly comforting about knowing Bucky was feeling just as wild as you were when it came to all these kinds of feelings.

Ever since he kissed you - when you were sopping wet and injured and a mess, all wrapped up into a towel - things had just been heightened. Not that everything had been smooth sailing, especially when it came to your pain and this recovery process, but going through all of it with Bucky was exactly what you needed.

Every time you struggled or hit a new roadblock, he let you have a moment to react then he simply cheered you through it. “You can do hard things,” he would echo back to you time and time again. (Which was particularly annoying sometimes, like when you were on your first official date and couldn’t twirl your pasta very well.)

As you were approaching the end of your lunch break, sharing a dessert with Bucky, you sighed. “Can I just say something out loud?” 

Bucky nodded. “Of course.”

“I just…” You reached to adjust your glasses as you found your words. “..can’t help but think about how right now I should be preparing to be on the field team and maybe even going out on missions to help and.. I’m just disappointed.” 

Bucky put down his fork, churning through his own thoughts before he replied.

You continued. “I mean, I guess there’s no way of knowing if I would have even passed the evaluation though. Seeing as I never even… it’s likely I might not have been ready. Maybe I’ll never be ready for it now. I have to start from scratch with this—” You held up your wrist. “I can’t even do the boring parts of my regular job with one hand. I have to do the extra boring stuff instead. I.. I’m just whining. I’m sorry.”

“Do you have to get back right away?” Bucky asked, grabbing his phone. He sent a quick message then stood, extending his hand out for you to grab. “Let me show you something.”

Your manager had told you to ‘take it easy’ your first week back, so running late from lunch probably wouldn’t be a problem. So, you grabbed Bucky’s hand and followed. 

The upper floors of the tower weren’t somewhere you had ever visited before. You shot up the elevator and nearly let out a gasp when you and Bucky arrived in Tony’s lab. It was huge - with bright lights, big windows and plenty of flashing screens. 

“Stark?” Bucky called out, keeping his hand tethered to yours as he guided you through the space. 

“Over here,” Tony called back, popping out from behind a screen. “It’s all loaded up. I’ve gotta run to meet Pepper and some very irritated investors but I’ve granted you full access to the video footage.” He turned towards you. “How’s the hand?”

You tried to give him a thumbs up. You winced. “Getting there.”

“I’ve got a good therapist - physical therapist, that is. No one can help this brain.” Tony tapped his temple. “I’ll send you his details.” 

Just as quickly as you arrived, Tony departed, giving one last pointed look at Bucky before he disappeared into the elevator muttering into his wrist. 

“Sit,” Bucky instructed, pulling a chair and positioning it in front of the screen. “Please.”

You let out a dramatic sigh before complying. 

Bucky sat in another chair at your side, picking up a nearby tablet. With a swipe of his hand, video footage appeared on the screen ahead. It started to play. 

It was footage of you - giving your all during your training sessions. From the sparring drills to physical challenges, you kept up and even performed better than some of the others. 

You snuck a glance towards Bucky, who was watching the footage with what could only be described as a proud smile. 

“You’re resilient, sweetheart,” Bucky said quietly, turning his head. “Although I could offer you some tips, you woulda past Sam’s eval - there’s no doubt in my mind.”

“Tips? Like what?” You couldn’t help yourself from smirking. “You wanna throw down on a gym mat?”

“Preferably a mattress, actually,” he muttered, raising an eyebrow as he paused the video. “Well, right there - you could have—” 

“Okay, I don’t need a play by play.” You nodded and let out a slow exhale. “I get it. I’m capable. I just have to.. get back to that.”

Bucky turned back to you again. “You’ll get there. I’ll help. I can be your personal trainer.”

“Okay.” You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Now, about that mattress.”

--

 ONE YEAR LATER

Three months. It had been three months since you were officially on the field medical team. The job hadn’t been easy or soft - especially the first time you were dealing with bullet wounds in the middle of nowhere. 

The med team was a tight knit group though - you had joined a new training group following many months of recovery and training and luckily found a wonderful team of colleagues. Not only that, your time supporting major Avengers missions had been an incredible, and daunting, experience.

But today, three months in, you were finally on a mission with your boyfriend. Bucky’s speciality was covert ops and most of his missions were small-scale and secretive, with only a select team of Avengers involved. But this particular mission was a bit different - with the medical team joining later as things had escalated.

After everything had settled, including a few injured civilians who were assisted and transported for further care, everyone had returned to the jets with a long flight home ahead. You found a spot on the jet with Bucky, Sam, Steve and a few others. 

“Agent! Medical attention is needed over here.” 

You whipped your head around, searching for Steve and where his voice was coming from. You took a few strides forward, pausing as the jet started to take off. You found Steve sitting near the back with Bucky.

“This man is dying of a broken heart, apparently,” Steve rolled his eyes, pushing off from his leaning position and patting Bucky on the shoulder. “Good luck.”

You just sighed but couldn’t help smiling. You grabbed Steve’s arm before he got too far away. “Want me to clean that up?” You pointed to a small cut near his hairline.

Steve waved his hand. “Thank you but it’ll be fine by morning.” He gave you another smirk before heading to sit with Sam in the cockpit.

“What’s wrong with you, Sergeant Handsome?” You smiled at Bucky as you stood in front of him.

He reached out to place his hands on your hips, slotting you just between his legs as he sat. “Two hours with you and not even a kiss yet.”

“Oh my god,” you swatted his shoulder. “I was helping people. Your knives were flying all over the place. When was the optimal time for that?”

He replied with an exaggerated eye roll. “Alright, fine.” He extended his hand up to cradle your jaw, pulling you down to meet his lips. 

“Better?” You asked, shifting to take the seat beside him. 

“Much.” He nodded, turning enough to get a better look at you. “How are you doing though? I know today is–”

“I meant what I said the other night,” you cut him off. “Seriously.”

You knew Boone was getting out of jail after serving a year, which admittedly was the best sentencing you could have hoped for. Not that it really made up for his indiscretions but you knew you’d never see him again anyway. You didn’t want to waste anymore of your energy or time on him ever again.

“Forgetting he exists is only one thing. You know I can make sure he actually ceases existing and–”

“Bucky,” you laughed, shaking your head. “I’m good. Truly.”

You lifted your right hand to stretch your fingers, taking a moment to admire the fancy glove Tony had designed for you. It was reinforced with something that gave you even more support when out in the field. You were grateful for it, though your rehabilitation had been successful. Slowly you pulled it off your hand, pausing to stare at the lines on your skin. All that remained was an occasional ache and some fading scars.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Bucky raising his right hand and you grinned. You knocked your knuckles into his twice then wiggled your fingers at one another. Before you could pull back, Bucky gently grabbed your hand and moved it closer, pressing a soft kiss against your scarred knuckles.

Maybe you were left with a few fading scars. And maybe every single step along the way hadn’t been easy. 

But you had Bucky by your side. Bucky, who you found unintentionally, whose touch filled you with life. 

“Uhm,” you started slowly, sitting up a bit straighter as you put your phone down. “A weird turn of topics in the group chat with the girls.” 

Something about your smile made Steve think that wasn’t the whole truth. 

He laughed. Okay, he’d play along. “And is my response going to be the next topic in the group chat with the girls?” 

You shook your head. “I wouldn’t do that. Just because Maria loves updating us on her sex life constantly, doesn’t mean I contribute the same way. Scouts honour.” 

Steve pushed back on his chair and stood, removing his glasses as he walked over to join you. 

“Weird place for pillow talk,” he said, planting himself beside you on the couch. You were quick to adjust and cozy up at his side. “But yes, I’ve had a threesome. More than one.”

“Oooh. With who?”

One of his eyebrows shot up, scanning your curious wide eyes. “Sweetheart.”

“I mean, you don’t have to tell me. I’m just wondering how threesomes even happen. I’ve never had one, thought about it I guess but like.. who executes the idea? Do you talk about it beforehand or does it just happen? Who makes sure it’s fair?”

Steve let out a hard laugh. “When I’m involved, everyone has always had a good time. It’s been fair.”

“Okay but with who?”

He hesitated. 

“Come onnnnn. Who was it? When was it? Wait. Have you had more than one? Was it with someone I know? You know I don’t care about your history with Sharon. She probably has some attractive girlfriends.”

Steve blew out a breath. What did he have to lose here? You and him were both typically very secure in your relationship, but he still didn’t want to unintentionally hurt any feelings. 

“Okay. If you really want to know.” He shook his head, somehow confused he was even talking to you about this. “I’ve had a few. Haven’t happened in a while, usually there are just certain circumstances where… It happened organically. With a repeat participant.” 

You nodded, eager. “Whoooo?”

“Usually it was me, and that repeat participant, and a nice girl we found at the club.”

“Steve.” You groaned out his name. “Just tell me. Who is she?”

Steve’s lips grew into a small smirk as he gave you a sideways glance. “Not a she.”

You gasped, sitting up on your knees at his side. “What? Who? Oh my god, I shouldn’t have just assumed it was a woman.” You stopped your train of thought and narrowed your eyes. “Wait. Oh my god. Oh my god! Is it Bucky?”

Steve raised his eyebrows then gave you a slow nod.

“Ahh!!” You tapped your hand on his shoulder, excited. “That makes so much sense. You two have such a close friendship and honestly, that’s..” You let out a long breath, closing your eyes for a second. “That’s really hot. You and Bucky. Damn.”

Steve shifted slightly in his position, raising an eyebrow and watching as you grew excited beside him on the couch. “Sorry? That’s really what?”

“Steve.” You opened one eye and looked at him quickly. “You heard me. Listen, I’m not blind. Bucky is attractive. But don’t– I’m not, like, attracted to him. Okay, well, I am but not like that.”

“Like how then?” Steve couldn’t help but make you squirm about this whole topic now. It was something he hadn’t ever considered with you - sharing your intimacy with anyone else. Mostly because the idea of any other person on the planet even looking at you like that made him fire up with a possessive side he had a hard time hiding. But… Bucky wasn’t just anyone. 

There was a certain thrill that Bucky and Steve used to share when they’d do this together. The experiences were never really planned but Steve knew if someone caught his eye that Bucky would be interested in just as much as he was, and they were both in the mood for a little extra fun, then it was only fair to throw it on the table. They had their own signal, even. A quick side hug with a keyword dropped into the conversation, followed by a confirmation double ear tug.

It had always been a sober choice, too. 

“Stop,” you replied quietly, leaning into Steve’s shoulder again. “Forget I said anything.”

“I can forget it.. If that’s what you want.” He extended his hand to prop your chin up, encouraging you to look him in the eyes again. “But if it’s something you want to discuss further..”

You pulled back slightly. “What?” It looked like your mind was misfiring as you found your words. “But.. wouldn’t that be weird? Also.. wait. Are you – Hmm. It sounds fun but kind of scary and.. How do you even start and..” You paused and closed your eyes again. “Would Bucky even want to… with me..? Am I even his type?”

“Sweetheart,” Steve turned directly to you, grasping your hands in his. “You have no idea.”

—

Steve knew the right moment would present itself. Because the millisecond you had started the conversation with him about it, he had a feeling it would happen eventually. But, it was important that the timing was just right.

Mostly because he didn’t want you to worry or panic about it. In fact, in the few conversations you and Steve had shared about the entire threesome topic, he had made it abundantly clear that you would be in charge. That was usually the method Steve and Bucky followed anyway, depending on the third person sharing a bed with them.

Really though, after all of this chatter about the possibility, Steve could see your confidence and excitement growing. You had told Steve it was his responsibility to read your energy and Bucky’s to make sure everything felt right. And Steve had suggested maybe easing into the whole thing anyways. Maybe you didn’t go all the way right away. 

But, the right moment had to arrive.

And on a very ordinary Saturday night at the club, things seemed to be aligning. First and foremost, Steve knew you were in a great mood. You had an extra day off, you’d recently finished a big project at work and Steve had even just surprised you with a shopping spree. He knew how rarely you spent money on yourself, especially for new pieces of clothing. He had been especially generous when it came to a few pieces of lingerie. 

One set specifically he knew you had on under that new dress. While the club wasn’t always your preferred location for a Saturday night, you had been the one to suggest it this time. You wanted to dance with your girls and who was Steve to hold you back?

As for Bucky, Steve knew his friend had recently gone on a few bumpy first dates. First dates that didn’t deliver because it was clear from Bucky’s on and off grumpy mood that he was pretty pent up. Steve knew it was still a shot in the dark if Bucky would want to participate, but maybe he’d want to let off some steam and have fun.

So, when it was early enough in the night that both you and Bucky hadn’t yet overindulged, Steve started to put a plan into action.

When you came back upstairs to his private area for a break from the dance floor, Steve handed you a glass of water. 

“I’m cutting you off,” he whispered into your ear.

“I’ve only had one glass of –”

“Baby..” Steve pressed a kiss against your neck. “Just trust me. You go back down and dance while I chat with Bucky.”

You let out a small gasp, reaching out to grab the lapel of Steve’s suit. “Wait. Really? Are we–”

Steve cut you off with a kiss, then motioned towards the dancefloor. You gave him a coy smile over your shoulder as you hurried down to find Wanda and Maria again.

With a deep breath, Steve ran a hand through his hair then headed towards the bar. Bucky had his back against the counter, sipping a rocks glass as he surveyed the space. Steve stopped at Bucky’s side, giving him a small nudge on the arm.

“What are you drinkin’?” Steve prompted, matching Bucky’s pose.

Bucky furrowed his brow, turning to look at Steve. “Whiskey.”

“Wanna switch it up?” Steve asked slowly, turning his head to meet Bucky’s eyes. “Maybe we split a grapefruit sidecar?”

Bucky nearly choked as he turned to face Steve directly. “What? Rogers, I’m not going to .. If you are planning to fuck this up with your girl over some other broad.. I’m going to fuckin’ kick your ass and–”

Steve brought his hands up to stop Bucky from doing exactly that. “Jesus, Buck. Don’t think so fucking little of me, punk.” Steve rolled his neck then leaned in closer. “This invite is coming from me and my girl.”

Bucky’s eyes blew open, mouth slightly agape as he looked at Steve. “Are you serious?”

Steve grinned, raising his eyebrows up for a brief moment. “You need a second to mull it over?”

Bucky blinked, clearly letting his mind catch up. He quickly discarded his glass on the bar and raised his hand to tug on his earlobe. “Stevie, you know I’d never admit to having impure thoughts about your girl but..”

Steve laughed then grasped Bucky’s shoulder. “My office. 20 minutes.”

–

Steve came and found you on the dancefloor not long after he had pitched that tonight would be the night. And holy shit, you couldn’t believe it. You were buzzing with more than just excitement - there was a flutter of nerves and impossibilities flashing through your mind too.

Even though Steve had quite thoroughly told you how much fun you’d all have, how Bucky would enjoy himself just as much as you would, if not more. Despite those reassurances, you wouldn’t believe it could even happen until, well, it happened.

Now, as you were heading to Steve’s office - there seemed to be some sort of electricity in the air. 

God, you looked hot tonight. That was helping a lot. Out of all the clothes Steve had dropped down cash for, the dress you were wearing had been one of your favourites. It hugged the curves of your body in the most perfect way, with a generous view of your chest and a short hemline that left little to the imagination. You had felt effortlessly sexy in it, especially with the lacy garments underneath threatening to peak out at the top.

Steve’s office was empty when you both arrived, the walls dulling the bass from trickling in from the club. Steve left the big lights off, opting for just lamplight and ambiance from the illuminated Brooklyn skyline seeping in. 

Before you could start nervously pacing, Steve pulled you into his arms. He was leaning against the edge of the desk and you stood between his legs.

“Hey, remember what I said before..” Steve started, slowly tracing his fingers up and down your arms as he kept eye contact with you. “If you change your mind, at any point.. You just say so. And then it’s over, no questions asked.”

You nodded. “I know. Thank you.” As much as you were trying to keep it together, you couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m excited. But I'm nervous, too. How does this start and–”

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. After a few seconds, there was a voice.

“It’s, uh, me. Bucky.”

Steve glanced down at you, giving you one last look waiting for your confirmation. You responded with a coy smile and a nod, shifting around to lean against Steve. He draped his arms around you and called out for Bucky to come in.

You had always been aware of how attractive Bucky was. You were a normal, warm blooded woman after all. But there was something even hotter about seeing him cross through the doorway, knowing full well what intentions you all shared. And the fact that Bucky looked nervous, like his confidence wasn’t guarding him as it usually did, made it all feel even better.

Fuck. These men and their suits, too. Bucky was wearing black on black on black and the way his metal arm glinted under the lamplight, you nearly choked.

Bucky shut the door behind him, glancing over his shoulder quickly to look back at Steve. You sensed Steve’s nod, because Bucky made sure to lock the door, too. Then after an awkward silence, Bucky took it upon himself to sit on the couch.

“So,” Steve started, all calm and casual as his fingertips skated against your exposed collarbone. 

All you could do was stare straight ahead at Bucky, watching him watching you and Steve. Fuck, what happened now? How did you cross this line and–

You gasped as Steve’s lips found your neckline, weakening your knees as his tongue and lips explored your skin.

“Sweetheart,” Steve paused, moving one hand down your body and toying with the bottom of your dress. “How are you feeling?”

You whimpered, closing your eyes. “G-good. Yeah, so good.”

Steve grinned against your neck, pressing another kiss under your ear. “Buck?”

You looked back towards Bucky as he took a second to reply. He was already adjusting the top of his jeans, taking in slow breaths. “Yeah, so far so..” When he bit his lip, you nearly collapsed.

Steve lowered his voice, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Baby, what do you want? You wanna help Bucky feel even better?”

Holy fuck, you did. You really did. Jesus Christ almighty, the whole concept of Steve encouraging you to put your mouth on Bucky was electric. 

“You already makin’ a mess of those nice panties, baby?” You nodded again, looking back up at Steve as he grabbed your neck. “You take care of Bucky then he’ll watch me take care of you. How’s that sound?” 

Your reply was a jumbled up moan of positivity as Steve kissed you again, hard and wet before squeezing your hips and swatting your ass. 

As you walked towards him, Bucky sat up just a bit straighter on the couch. He was still nervous but judging by how he was running his hands down his thighs, you only imagined how excited he was, too.

“Hi Bucky,” you said quietly as you very slowly got down on your knees. “Can I..” You dragged your tongue across your lips, then glanced down at his belt.

Bucky swallowed hard, sparing another glance towards Steve before looking back at you. He sucked in a breath then reached his hand out to steady your chin. “Only if you want to, doll.”

You couldn’t help but smile, genuinely. Despite being on your knees in front of him, you were grateful that Bucky was still confirming your own interest in this whole thing.

“Yes, please.” You nodded and placed your hands on his knees, slowing running them up his slacks until you met his belt buckle.

He was quick to assist you in your task, pulling at his belt and lifting his hips as you yanked on his pants and boxers. His cock was already hard and ready and you couldn’t even help yourself, immediately reaching for it.

“Fuck,” Bucky exhaled, hands clutching the couch as you ran your hands against it.

“Buck,” Steve called out from across the room. “Pillow.”

You looked up at Bucky, who was scrambling to reach out and grab a nearby throw pillow from the opposite side of the couch. Without a second thought, he lifted it to rest behind his head before Steve interrupted him.

“For her knees, you dumbass,” Steve laughed, and you couldn’t help but join in.

“Oh, fuck. Sorry,” Bucky mumbled, helping you position it under your knees.

You didn’t reply, but instead you gave Bucky a sweet smile then got to work. You swiped your tongue around the head of his cock, before trailing it down along the soft silk of his shaft. Then you took a deep breath and slowly opened your lips, sucking on the tip.

Bucky’s hands gripped the couch even tighter, barely resisting the urge to thrust his hips upwards. You appreciated his restraint, though you couldn’t help but feel for him.

Your name left his lips, like a curse word. “Doll..” You felt one of his hands against your jaw. “Look at me.” Your eyes darted up to his and he really cursed this time. “Fuck, oh fuck. Yes, look at you with my cock in your mouth. So fucking sexy.”

That set you off, attempting to take even more of his length into your mouth as you looked at him. Whatever you couldn’t fit, you stroked with one of your hands, fueled by the drool dripping past your lips. 

You got into a groove, shifting through a pattern of swirling your tongue, sucking long and hard and adding in both fists stroking on and off too. Above you, Bucky seemed to be in a euphoric state. And he couldn’t stop praising you for it, either.

“Jesus Christ, doll. This fucking mouth. So pretty, so fucking pretty with a cock in it. You do this for Stevie too, don’t you? You’ve done it right here on this couch haven’t you?” 

Something about the way Bucky talked about you and Steve really riled you up. You hollowed out your cheeks, looking up at Bucky with wide eyes as you waited for him. After a second you, pulled back and grinned.

“I let him fuck my face right here, Bucky. Do you wanna do that too?” 

Bucky licked his lips and grinned right back, grabbing the side of your head ever so gently and guiding you right back down onto his cock. Then, he did exactly what he wanted. His hips thrusted up quickly, moving in and out of your mouth in record time. You gagged against him as he held you there briefly, then slowed down.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ come, doll,” he fell back against the couch as you took over once more, both hands alternating between massaging his balls and stroking up. You took him back into your mouth, sucking harder as Bucky’s moans grew louder. 

“So close, so fucking..” You pulled back and Bucky grabbed his cock with one hand, steadying your open mouth before him with the other. He growled as he came, hard. You stuck your tongue out, smiling wide as his climax washed over him, unloading onto your tongue and lips. You let it sit there in your mouth for a few extra seconds, keeping eye contact with Bucky as you swallowed it down.

He collapsed against the couch, eyes blown open wide. “Holy fucking shit. Stevie, the mouth on your girl..”

“You can address your compliments to her directly, Buck,” Steve laughed, standing from where he had been sitting in his chair and coming over to help you up. “You might have made his brain malfunction, sweetheart.”

You smiled proudly, meeting Steve’s lips for a kiss. You leaned against him again, tilting your head up to him. “Need you inside me, please?”

“Yeah?” Steve asked. His hand rested against the base of your neck, holding you flush against his chest. “And can Bucky watch?”

You couldn’t help but giggle and nod.

Bucky’s eyes opened slowly, as a smirk grew on his face too. He didn’t even bother cleaning himself up or pulling his pants into place again, simply leaning back and watching carefully as Steve led you over towards his desk. 

Steve took his time, kissing you quite generously as he peeled your dress up towards your waist. You felt him smile against your lips as his hands tugged on your underwear, sliding his fingers towards your center. Just as he had predicted, you had clearly really enjoyed yourself, as your soaked panties indicated.

“I’m gonna slide right in, baby,” he breathed against your neck, swirling his fingers around your clit. “Maybe next time, we do this at the same time. Do you want to try that? Bucky in your mouth while you’re full of me?” 

You groaned, twitching as Steve’s fingers sped up. It wasn’t long until your orgasm approached and soon enough you were quivering in Steve’s arms, ricocheting your way up and down the rollercoaster of senses as Steve turned and pressed you against his desk.

You laid down across it, on your stomach with your ass up in the air. You could feel Steve behind you, shoving your underwear to the side as he freed himself from his own pants. You gripped the edge of the desk as he entered you, slowly at first to make sure you were comfortable and ready. 

Across the room, you watched as Bucky was gripping his own cock, somehow hard again. Steve held onto your hips and thrusted steady, letting out his own series of grunts and moans as he fucked you.

Between your own moaning and Steve’s, you could barely hear Bucky across the room but he said your name out loud. You met his eyes as he was rubbing his shaft.

“You’re incredible, doll. Absolutely fucking incredible. And look at you, taking Steve so well. You like that, huh? Being so fucking full of him?”

With your own orgasm approaching, all you could do was cry out in agreement. Steve growled behind you, speeding up as he gripped your hips even tighter. 

“Look what you did to Bucky, baby,” Steve smacked his hand against your ass, holding you tight against him. “With just your mouth..” 

Bucky smirked, biting his lip as he watched you bounce against the desk. “Gonna let me feel that pussy next time?”

Your climax felt volcanic - a flurry of neurons firing off in your brain as you quivered, safely pressed against the desk as the weight of Steve covered you like a warm blanket. He came right after, growling in your ear as he spilled into you. Steve stayed in place after, as if unable to let go as he caught his breath. 

As you came back down to earth, Steve eventually stood, taking a moment to clean you up before coaxing you back into his desk chair. Yeah, you definitely needed a few more minutes. If you stood, you might fall down like a baby deer. 

You leaned back into the soft leather chair, eyes closed as you grinned. 

Steve kneeled before you, pressing a kiss to the side of your knee as he fixed your skirt. 

“Baby, you okay?” 

You opened your eyes and looked down. He was flush and seemed awfully content. You weren’t sure you had ever seen him smile like that before. 

You bit your lip, resisting your urge to scream with joy. You glanced from Steve over to Bucky. He was still sitting on the couch, though his pants were done up and buckled again. 

“I’m really good. Like, wow. Great. Amazing.”

Bucky laughed from his spot. “Doll, you’re amazing. I..” He sat up a bit straighter. “Best  sidecar I’ve ever had.”

You raised an eyebrow, looking back to Steve again. They were wearing matching grins. You didn’t want to ask. 

“I have worked up an appetite though..” You moved to stand. Steve got to his feet and offered his hand. “How do we feel about milkshakes?”

You collected yourself as Steve and Bucky strategized the best way to sneak out of the club and find a table at your favourite diner. 

There was a shift, though. When Bucky opened the car door for you, exchanging another smirk with Steve. Something in the air felt different.

“I can forget it.. If that’s what you want.” He extended his hand to prop your chin up, encouraging you to look him in the eyes again. “But if it’s something you want to discuss further..”

He is so sweet and hot I can't😩

“Would Bucky even want to… with me..? Am I even his type?”

“Sweetheart,” Steve turned directly to you, grasping your hands in his. “You have no idea.”

I died

“I’m cutting you off,” he whispered into your ear.

“I’ve only had one glass of –”

“Baby..” Steve pressed a kiss against your neck. “Just trust me. You go back down and dance while I chat with Bucky.”

I'M SAT, I'M SAT, YES SIR I JUST, YES.

Bucky nearly choked as he turned to face Steve directly. “What? Rogers, I’m not going to .. If you are planning to fuck this up with your girl over some other broad.. I’m going to fuckin’ kick your ass and–”

This made me so happy!!! He was about to smack some sense into that punk😂

Holy fuck, you did. You really did. Jesus Christ almighty, the whole concept of Steve encouraging you to put your mouth on Bucky was electric.

“You already makin’ a mess of those nice panties, baby?” You nodded again, looking back up at Steve as he grabbed your neck. “You take care of Bucky then he’ll watch me take care of you. How’s that sound?”

Hand in her neck, hand in her neck hand in her neck 🫦 he's too powerful

You looked up at Bucky, who was scrambling to reach out and grab a nearby throw pillow from the opposite side of the couch. Without a second thought, he lifted it to rest behind his head before Steve interrupted him.

“For her knees, you dumbass,” Steve laughed, and you couldn’t help but join in.

THE WAY I LOL😂😂 he wanted to get comfortable

He collapsed against the couch, eyes blown open wide. “Holy fucking shit. Stevie, the mouth on your girl..”

🤭😋 I'm just so curious how this situation will affect them in the future...

You smiled proudly, meeting Steve’s lips for a kiss. You leaned against him again, tilting your head up to him. “Need you inside me, please?”