#stucky ff

You had worked for Shield before everything went down and you were actually there when Steve was chased by the organization. You were injured then and Steve came to you to make sure you were okay. That was the start of your friendship with Captain America. Not long after that you met Sam Wilson and Natasha Romanoff, before they all had to disappear. After that Steve came back with another person for you to meet: James Buchanan Barnes.

You didn’t know what happened then, but you became friends with him also and it almost seemed like the two super soldiers moved in with you. They even had their own bedroom in your house, which used to be a guest room. They lived in the compound, but some days when they just wanted to feel like normal people they were found in your place.

You didn’t have a conversation about the relationship of the two. They didn’t kiss in front of you, but you were sure that the two of them were an item. They shared the bed in the guestroom, right? You didn’t want to bring up a conversation why they didn’t look for a place on their own. Not when it felt too good that they came to your place.

They did show affection, to each other and to you. It blurred the line of your friendship often. Both of them were cuddlers and when you first noticed that there might be something between the two men you felt bad one day when Steve came through the door and found you cuddling on the couch with Bucky.

But when you wanted to move, Bucky's arm tightened around you and Steve placed a hand on your shoulder and told you to stay, he would join you after a shower. Things like that confused you and made you question if it was really only friendship you felt for the two of them.

„Well, then it should be at least enough food for the two of us. Will you stay the night or do you want to wait for him at the compound,“ you asked when you put some food on the table for him.

„I'll stay here, he won’t be back for two days,“ Steve said when he took the plate from you and placed it on the table.

„I should take rent from you,“ you joked when you sat down after Steve placed the second plate.

„You really should!“ Steve agreed. The discussion had come up before, but you only made them buy groceries from time to time because stuffing two super soldiers was expensive!

„Can I ask you something?“ you spoke up when there was almost no food on your plate anymore.

„Anything,“ Steve answered without missing a beat.

„Why don’t you get a place on your own with Bucky?“

Steve’s movement stopped. „Are we a bother? You should have said something sooner,“ he started to ramble, afraid that they had overstayed their welcome.

„No, no. That’s not it, I swear. I was just wondering if it wouldn’t be easier for the two of you. I like having you around, I swear I’ll tell you if it’s too much,“ you reassured him.

„Okay. Well, it feels nice to leave the compound and everything superhero related behind. It’s nice to come home to something relatively normal. And it’s rare for Bucky to open up to someone, when he started to take a liking to you I was so happy.“

„I'm happy you feel that way. What do you say to popcorn and a movie?“

„Sounds good to me. Get comfortable, I’ll do the dishes,“ Steve offered and you didn’t complain.

Bucky and Steve were sitting on your couch when you stepped into your house. Not that you were surprised because they were often there and they had texted you that they had ordered pizza.

„Hey, where were you?“ Steve asked and did a double take as soon as he turned around and saw you standing in the hallway.

„I was on a date,“ you answered while you were still busy slipping out of your shoes. There was a choking noise and you looked worried at Steve who held out a drink towards the brunette, whose head was turning red as a piece of pizza has found its way in the wrong tube. „Are you okay?“ you asked and rubbed his back.

„Why were you on a date?“ he asked once he could breathe again.

„Because I was asked. I didn’t think it is a big deal. And I didn’t know you’d be here, aren’t you supposed to be on a mission still?” You didn’t see the point in telling them that it was a setup from one of your coworkers. And that you had tried to get out of it, but you went there in the end. It wasn’t a horrible date, but it wasn’t... what you had with the super soldiers. Not that you would tell them that part.

“It’s postponed to the next week. Will you,” Steve cleared his throat. “Will you go on a second date?”

“Are you afraid that I’ll kick you out of the house?” You pushed Bucky a little to the side and took a seat next to him. “No, I don’t think I will,” you finally said before you took a bite out of the pizza. “Why are you making such a big deal out of it. You have to know that this,” you pointed with your finger at the three of you, “won’t stay that way forever.”

“Do you want us to move out, doll?” Bucky asked and he looked so hurt that you had to place your pizza on the table and had to hug him.

“No, that’s not it. But don’t you want a place of your own?” you asked into his neck.

“Without you? No,” Bucky said without missing a beat. You let out a short laugh and let go of the big man. You could stay a little while in the bubble, thinking that this will stay that way. That night you fell asleep on the sofa and you woke up shortly when you were placed onto something soft and a kiss was placed on your forehead.

“I see you brought your girlfriend,” Sam greeted the three of you, when you entered the compound and entered the hearing range of the outspoken man. Steve and Bucky had asked if you wanted to come along to the party, seeing as you knew the Avengers and you agreed when you heard that a few of your ex-colleagues were also there.

You forced a laugh at Sam's greeting and hugged him. You hadn’t seen each other for a while but you were fond of him. He was keeping Bucky on his toes, but he was also one of the nicest people you have ever met. “How are you?” you asked before you let go of him.

“Oh I’m good. What about you? Do you miss the action or are you still enjoying the quiet life?” he asked instead.

“Still enjoying the quiet life,” you answered with a big smile. You saw an old coworker of you and excused yourself, telling Sam that you were sure you would see him later again and nodded at your two roommates before you made your way over.

It was about two hours later when Sam walked rather quickly over to his two friends. “I need to talk to the two of you in private.” He didn’t leave any room for objections. Bucky and Steve shared a glance before they followed Sam into a debriefing room not far from the party.

“Did you told your girlfriend that she should deny a relationship with you?” he came straight to the point and looked into the confused faces of his friends.

“No?” Steve finally said.

“Did you have a talk about how you are going to approach today with her?” Sam asked next.

“No, why are you asking these weird things? And why did we have to leave the room for that?” Bucky was just as confused as Steve was.

“Because I thought you might not want everyone to hear this. Why is your girl telling everyone that she’s single then? And why was her laugh so forced when I called her your girlfriend? I thought maybe it was because you wanted to keep everything private, but I saw you looking at her and each other the whole night and now I am just confused.”

“You are the one who is confused? I think I am the one who can’t follow you.”

“Okay, well then I have a simple question for you. Does she know that you are in a relationship?” Sam asked and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Yes,” Bucky and Steve said at the same time.

“And you are in a relationship with her too, right?”

“Yes,” the answer was spoken at the same time again.

“And did you have a talk with her where you told her specificly that she’s your girlfriend?”

“We don’t have to discuss every little detail when it’s clear,” Steve started to say and Sam threw his arms in the air to show he was clearly frustrated with the big guys in front of him.

“She doesn’t know that the three of you are in a relationship. It all adds up, now. You need to have a talk, because she clearly thinks she is single. I heard herself saying that more than once tonight.”

Steve looked at Bucky. “Do you think he’s right?” he asked his boyfriend.

Bucky just raised his hands and shoulder to show he had no idea. Until now he didn’t even question it, but he thought they had made it clear after you had come back from the date and they were confused as hell. The three of you were almost always cuddled together on the couch or on the chairs in the garden, when one of the two insisted that you could still fit on one of their lounge chairs. Or the little dates they went on like the little café a few streets down your house.

Or the stroll around the little park when it had suddenly started to rain and he had given you his baseball cap while Steve insisted you would get his hoodie because he wouldn’t get sick. You had held Bucky's hand on the way back to the house after you had waited under a tree for the rain to stop.

“Do you think that is why she always asked if we wanted to get a house of our own?” Bucky concluded.

“You are so dumb. I think you have to fix that,” Sam said and was the first one to leave the room.

You were surprised when suddenly Steve and Bucky were around you and after the fourth time they had hinted that they were tired you asked if you wanted to leave the party. They agreed eagerly after you said goodnight to a few people you were on your way to the house.

You sat on the passenger seat, although you had argued that you’d be fine to sit in the back. Now Bucky sat behind you and you had pushed your seat forward so he could have at least a little space. Steve’s right hand was on your leg and he only took it away to change the gear.

“Okay, what is wrong with you? You’re acting strange,” you said finally and turned around so you could see Bucky which caused Steve to lose his hold on your leg.

Bucky thought about denying it, but it didn’t feel right.

“Can we talk about it at home, honey?” Steve asked instead and you nodded. You turned back around and the rest of the drive was quiet. When Steve parked the car in front of your house and you loosened the seatbelt, Bucky had already opened your car door and held out a hand in front of you. You raised an eyebrow at that but still accepted it. What was going on?

“Do you want to change into something more comfortable?” Steve asked when you stepped inside.

“No, I want to know what is going on.”

You decided to sit down on the couch, so you could at least sit comfortable and you tucked your feet under your legs. It looked like the two men didn’t know where to sit, but they decided on the other side of the couch next to each other. “So, will one of you finally tell me what is going on?”

“It seems like we’re not all on the same page with what is going on here,” Steve started and made a motion with his finger to the three of you. You cocked your eyebrow again to show him he should continue, because to be honest you were lost. “You know that Bucky and I are in a relationship, right?” Bucky’s hand had grabbed Steve’s. And did he seem nervous?

You nodded. This was where they would tell you that you had crossed a line. Although when you thought about it, Steve’s hand had rested on your thigh not even 20 minutes ago.

“Doll, the point is... we thought we made it clear that we’re in a relationship,” Bucky stepped in.

“You did, I knew from the start. I mean you share the room with one bed. This is where you can be whoever you want to be. I won’t judge you,” you said quickly.

“Doll, Steve and I thought we had made it clear that we’re in a relationship with you. Steve, you and me.” It looked like he wanted to grab your hand but then he pulled back as if he was afraid of your reaction.

You mouth was open and you only closed it when you noticed that your tongue got dry. “The three of us? I’m so confused. Since when? I mean we haven’t even kissed,” you rambled.

Steve decided to be brave and grabbed your hand then. “Love is shown in many ways. It doesn’t always have to be physical and we just thought that wasn’t what you wanted. It took Bucky a long time to get comfortable with touching and it sometimes is still hard for him. But I think I do have to make it clear, honey. I love you and not just in a platonic way. It’s the same love I hold for Bucky and if you want to and if you feel the same, we’d love to be in a relationship with you.”

“If you need time, or hell,” Bucky swallowed, “if you don’t want to be with us or doesn’t want us around anymore, just say the word and we’ll leave.”

“I’ll grab a glass of water. Give me a moment, I’ll be back, okay?” You couldn’t answer them right now, there was so much going on. They wanted to be in a relationship with you? And they assumed that you already were an item? You wondered what had changed. Wait, was that why Sam had greeted you as their girlfriend? It hadn’t been a joke. And if they had told Sam, or maybe even Natasha... that means that this was something serious. But you still couldn’t figure out why they hadn’t talked to you.

“We need to work on your communication skills,” you said when you walked back, the glass of water long forgotten. “I'm not sure how to go from here,” you admitted.

“We can continue just as we were. Nothing has to change except we don’t see others romantically. We can go just as slow as you want or we don’t have to change anything.”

“Can we talk about this in the morning and just cuddle right now?” you asked and you could clearly see the relief on the guys face.

“Of course, doll,” Bucky answered and opened his arms.

“Let’s go change into something comfortable before, okay?” You took his hand and the three of you walked into your respective rooms. When you walked out of your room in some comfy clothes you could hear Steve and Bucky talking in their room. You couldn’t understand what they were saying, but you knocked on the door. The talking stopped and Steve opened the door.

You stepped from one foot to the other. “Maybe we can cuddle here,” you said when you looked up. Why you were suddenly so nervous around them you didn’t know. Steve nodded and stepped aside so you could enter the room.

Bucky noticed you hesitating and took your hand again. “Come here,” he said and lead you to the bed. He got comfortable on the right side and when you crawled after him he pulled you to his chest. Steve got on your other side and put an arm around your waist.

You felt Bucky's breath on your neck. “Just to make it clear, doll. I love you too,” he said and a feather light kiss was pressed into your neck.

“I can’t believe that you let me walk into a room full of people who knew about your feelings for me and I didn’t. Why couldn’t you just say anything? And why did you tell Sam and not me?” you said after a while because you couldn’t just wait for tomorrow.

“We thought it was obvious. And Sam just called your our girlfriend once and we didn’t deny it and then we called you our girlfriend. That’s kind of how we told them.”

“I always felt so guilty when one of you cuddled with me, but then you showed me in affection wen the other one was around and it was just so confusing. I’m glad we cleared that now, though,” you said and wrapped your hand around Bucky’s while your other one rested against Steve’s chest.

“We’re sorry,” Steve mumbled. You laid there and enjoyed their presence until you got sleepy. But you weren’t ready to share the bed and so you started to get up. “I’ll go to sleep, we’ll see each other for breakfast.” When you were about to walk out you stopped in the doorway. “I’m really glad you came clear. Goodnight boys.”

“Sleep well, doll.”

The next day you were woken by a knock on your door. “Good Morning, honey. We prepared breakfast.” You tried to raise a eyebrow.

“Am I in a parallel universe? I’ll come soon,” you said and pulled away your blanket to make your way to the bathroom. When you made your way to the kitchen you were greeted with the smell of food and you did a double take when you spotted the flowers on the table and the stuff that was neatly arranged.

“We wanted to make it special for the first date that the three of us will be aware of. We went to the bakery you liked so much,” Steve explained while he filled some glasses with juice, not really noticing that the juice was spilling over as he waited for your reaction.

“Well, thank you, boyfriends,” you said with a smile on your lips as you sat down. You were aware of the pressure that fell from the tall guys in the room.

“I'm glad you like it, doll,” Bucky pressed a kiss to your cheek before he sat down on the chair next to you, while Steve was busy cleaning the counter. He was about to sit down in front of you, when you asked if you wouldn’t get a good morning kiss from him. You knew he was a super soldier and he had good reflexes but you were pretty sure you have never seen him move so fast before. He was about to kiss your cheek but you turned around and stunned him when suddenly your lips connected. He was shocked, that much you could tell, but it didn’t hinder him from kissing you back gently.

He shared a quick glance with Bucky when you disconnected, but the other man wasn’t about to say anything. He meant what he said when he told you the night before that they would go in your pace. But when you looked at him and asked if you could have a kiss from him too he didn’t hesitate to kiss you.

“So, now that that’s out of the way. I’m starving,” you said and started to put some food on your plate. “What are we going to do today?”

“Whatever you want,” Steve and Bucky said at the same time which caused you to laugh

Masterlist

Adding to his hype is the fact that Steve’s the one who put together this whole fucking kegger and tournament together, and he’s damn near certain his name should go up in the Theta Phi Hall of Fame for this night alone. 

When Clint had come by in French class on Thursday and told him that the Lucky Bucky — shining star of State’s football team — was planning to stop by their frat’s party Steve had damn near fallen out of his chair. 

“If you’re fuckin’ with me I swear to—”

“No, dude I’m so serious. He asked me for a pencil in Stats and then saw my Theta hat and was like, ‘Heard about your party, sounds killer. Maybe I’ll come by.’ Bro... bro. Lucky fucking Bucky might come to the party on Saturday. Rogers, if—!” 

“Yeah, Barton shit I know, shit!” 

The pressure had been on. Steve was a natural at throwing parties, knew the exact number of kegs needed for the approximate number of people expected. He knew how to delegate, knew how to keep the alcohol flowing, knew how to ensure people had a safe and fun time. He had not once felt the pressure of throwing a kegger until he heard Lucky Bucky had expressed even the slightest interest in showing up to one.

This had to be the best fucking party, needed to go down in history, to be talked about for years to come. And all of that had rested on Steve’s shoulders.

Good thing Steve’s shoulders are jacked as shit and he can bench a solid 240 pounds, metaphorical or not.

Steve had been kind of worried that Bucky would be a pompous dick, that he’d leave their party early or shit talk it on the way out, and that wasn’t something Steve needed. But as soon as Bucky had arrived with his own tight crew, greeted Steve with a handshake and pulled him in close and tight for a bro hug, it had suddenly felt like everything was going to work out just fine.

Steve has to ensure everything is just that though, is fine, so he’d taken it upon himself to be the one to give Bucky a tour, to make sure Bucky always had fresh jungle juice in his hand, to make sure he’s not bombarded and cornered by star-struck freshmen. Bucky is surprisingly kind, exudes confidence and smoothness and natural energy, giving randos high-fives and laughing at their stories and recapping memories he’s somehow involved in even though he just met these people. Steve gets along with Bucky well, or at least wants to think he does.

Because this is the Lucky Bucky, the very same that has throttled the ass of every wide receiver he’s ever come across since the day he started playing football, is the reason behind some of Steve’s most hyped college memories. Bucky can get test answers from anyone if he wants to, can get Professors to up his grade with one smile, can get all the pussy he wants with just one wink. To say that Steve is envious of Bucky is an understatement, but to say that this night and winning a beer pong tournament with Lucky Bucky has been the highlight of his young life is not an exaggeration. 

“Damn, you throw a kick-ass party, Steve,” Bucky says as he takes the fresh beer that Steve offers, the two of them taking a step outside to cool off. 

Steve’s never gotten a better compliment, can’t stop from reaching out and squeezing at Bucky’s shoulder, can’t stop his, “Shit, thanks, man.” 

The cool breeze feels amazing on his cheeks, sobers him up a little after a night of chugging the good victory beers, which taste infinitely better than the Coors Light in cheap solo cups. 

“M’glad you showed up, wasn’t sure if you would or not,” Steve says before he can stop himself, must be a little tipsier than he thought he was if it’s got him opening his mouth in such a way. Bucky smiles, lets out a little laugh before bringing his cup up to his lips to take a drink. Steve finds himself watching the way Bucky’s throat moves as he drinks, the way his lips look a little slick when he pulls his cup away from them. Yeah, Steve’s definitely tipsy. 

“Yeah, I’m glad too. The guys have been talking about these parties for a while, figured I’d come check it out myself now that the season is over.” 

Steve will never feel as good as he does in this moment ever again in his life. Even if Natasha Romanoff showed up, the one chick he’s never been able to get into bed with him, and showed him her tits that still would not top how he feels in this moment. 

Maybe Bucky would come back another time. Hell, maybe Bucky would want to hang out sometimes outside of a party such as this. That would be dope, would give Steve insane clout, would give him unfathomable access to girls and booze and the most incredible college experience he could ask for. 

He’s gotta get Bucky’s number. So they can hang. Like bros.

Bucky’s hair looks nice, long enough to be thrown up into a bun, one he tousled together after Round 2 of the tournament. Should he grow his hair out? Would more girls dig him more? Would Bucky want to hang out with him if he had soft hair like that? Steve should grow his hair out.

“Bruh, is that Lucky Bucky?”

Steve has a love-hate relationship with freshmen. He loves their pledges, enjoys that sense of mentorship that the fraternity provides him as a junior, but he hates how fucking stupid they can be sometimes. Steve’s always saying, “Just use your fuckin’ brain!”, wishing he could maybe smack them on the side of the head and this is one of those times. He’s about to step between the few guys encroaching on Bucky when the brunette is the one that speaks first. 

“Hey, Parker…how you doin’, baby?” 

Steve knows he’s tipsy, but now he thinks he must be smashed out of his mind. That’s the only thing that could explain the onslaught of confusion he experiences at far too rapid of a pace. He doesn’t miss the way Peter Parker’s head ducks with a blush, doesn’t miss the way Bucky licks his lip a little, smirks into the movement. Steve knows that look, knows that tone of voice; it’s the only thing that got Sharon Carter into bed with him. 

Parker stands at the back of the small group, nods dumbly in Bucky’s direction, doesn’t look up from the ground whatsoever. Steve’s never seen Parker so flustered, Steve always having to tell him to shut the hell up during meetings, and what the fuck is happening? The freshman mumbles something Steve misses and that’s probably because his head snapped in the direction of Bucky as soon as he heard the guy purr out “baby” at a frat dude. 

No one but Steve seems to notice the odd tension of the moment, of Bucky’s forwardness. Words are exchanged as well as some high-fives, but Steve isn’t listening to what transpires. He can’t stop replaying how you doin’, baby in his head, can’t stop seeing that smirk, can’t stop watching Bucky’s mouth as he talks. 

Plenty of dudes call other guys “baby”; that’s not weird. It’s not. And Steve isn’t a part of any sports teams aside from the flag football and disc golf groups they set up randomly throughout the year so who knows what goes on in the locker room or behind the scenes. Baby isn’t weird, Steve decides that in the moment, but what is weird is the way it sounded coming out of Bucky’s mouth. 

What’s really weird is the way Steve is reacting to the way it sounded coming out of Bucky’s mouth. The way his stomach turns and the way he feels his chest heave in order to take a steady breath or two, the way his palms feel clammy. 

The small group walks away then, some stumbling and more whispered hype, and Steve makes a mental note to figure out what the fuck was up with the moment he just witnessed by asking Peter later. 

“Kid sucked my dick in the showers last week. S’got a pretty mouth, had a lot of enthusiasm, wanted to swallow and everything”

Fuck. 

Bucky just...says it. He just casually comes out and tells Steve, a dude he just met hours before, that another guy sucked him off in the showers. A guy. A guy gave Bucky a blowjob. Parker gave Lucky Bucky a suckjob in the shower. Steve is pretty sure he stands there like an idiot with his mouth open, gaping like a fish, and when Bucky looks over at him and laughs his transparency is confirmed. 

“What? Y’never suck a dick before, Rogers?” 

Steve can’t even stop the hysterical bubble of overcompensated laughter that escapes out his open mouth. It’s loud and such an extreme reaction that Steve can’t take back, makes his cheeks heat right back up. He shuffles on his feet, bounces on the balls of them a few times, has another round of giggles as he chugs the rest of his beer. 

“N-nah, I...fuck, yeah no I haven’t really—” Bucky saves him from this embarrassing shit storm of a spectacle but it doesn’t make Steve feel any more relieved. 

“No shit? With lips like those?” Bucky looks genuinely surprised but then his face morphs into something almost predatory, all teeth and glee and plans. 

“Well, that’s a goddamn cryin’ shame…”