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I love being outside, BUT I hate bugs so much that I usually avoid the outdoors, especially here in Kansas. I don't mind the bugs so much in North Carolina because most of them will leave you alone.
The Frog Prince: What do you find disgusting?
Again, bugs really freak me out. Wild mice gross me out. Slimy food that I have to touch with my hands grosses me out.
Pinocchio: What is your greatest wish?
I would love to own my own horse stables in North Carolina.
I want to send you so many numbers on the semi-NSFW meme! I hope you don't mind me sending two for Winterfrost (1 & 6)!
I don’t mind at all; you’re welcome to send me more if you like.
1 - Grinding against the other:
Bucky buried his face in the pillow, breathing in Loki’s scent clinging to the fabric as he closed his eyes. There was no point waiting up for him. As nice as it would be to see his boyfriend some time this week, he wasn’t holding out much hope of it actually happening – not with the hours Loki had been working recently. Hell, even Bucky was swamped at work in the lead-up to the holidays, and his job wasn’t remotely as demanding as Loki’s running the New York branch of his father’s company. He should just be glad Loki didn’t have to go back to England this year.
Before Bucky could drift off completely, the sound of the apartment door creaking open pulled him back to consciousness, and quiet footsteps moved closer to the bedroom. “Hey,” he said without bothering to look up when the door opened.
“Were you waiting up for me?”
He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut at the bathroom light clicking on and spilling a bright sliver of light across the bed. “How was work?”
“Horrendous,” Loki replied. “You?”
“Not a lot better.”
Once he’d adjusted to the light Bucky propped himself up on his elbows to watch Loki step back into the bedroom, stripping off his suit and throwing it over the chair by the door with less care than clothes that had cost such an eye-watering amount of money really deserved.
“I tell you,” Loki said while he climbed into bed beside Bucky, “the moment things quiet down again the two of us are going on vacation.”
Bucky grinned. “You know I’m on board with that.”
Loki pressed a minty kiss to his lips in response, and Bucky’s hand slid into Loki’s hair to keep him in place, deepening the kiss as Loki moaned into his mouth. It had been too long since they’d even had time to do this, let alone anything more. He pulled Loki on top of him, his cock pressing against Bucky’s through the fabric of their boxer shorts, and just the feel of it, combined with Loki’s lips moving along his jaw to work their way down his neck, was enough to make Bucky’s dick stir.
“We could get as far away from here as possible,” Loki continued, rocking his hips into Bucky’s as he hardened as well, and Bucky pushed up against him with equal enthusiasm. “Rent a cabin in the middle of nowhere; make love in front of a roaring fire every night.”
Bucky could only moan at the thought. “Keep going,” he said once he’d remembered how to form words. They were moving against each other with more intensity, losing control of themselves almost embarrassingly fast compared to how long they usually lasted, but God, it just felt too damn good for Bucky to care.
“No cell phones, no computers; no-one else in the world but us.”
Now there was a dream. Bucky’s hand slipped from its place on Loki’s ass to pull his head down for another searing kiss, their bodies sliding together with sweat until Loki gasped against Bucky’s lips and his body went rigid above Bucky’s. It was only another few seconds until Bucky reached his own climax as well.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Bucky said breathlessly as they wriggled out of their stained underwear and settled back against each other to finally fall asleep.
6 - Giving a lap dance:
“Is this really necessary?”
Barton tore his eyes away from the scantily-clad women dancing nearby to glance back at Bucky dragging his feet after him and Stark as they made their way through the club. “Absolutely,” he shouted over the music. “We’re going to drag you into the 21st Century whether you like it or not, Barnes.”
“You know, we weren’t exactly innocent in the ’40s.”
It was Stark’s turn to meet Bucky’s eyes now, his face the picture of scepticism. “Yeah, I’m sure you and Captain Boy Scout had many a wild night back in the day,” he said.
Barton laughed at that, adding, “I bet you rascals even stayed out past 9pm on really crazy nights.”
Bucky rolled his eyes and sank down into the booth they’d stopped by. He couldn’t be bothered to argue the point. Besides, it would probably be more fun to keep quiet, waiting to see their reactions the first time they caught Steve cursing up a blue streak and realised he wasn’t nearly as pure as they thought he was.
A waitress wearing as little as the women dancing around them came over with their drinks a few moments later, and once she’d moved away again a dark-haired woman across the room caught Bucky’s eye. He was sure he hadn’t seen her before – and how likely was it that their paths had crossed if she worked here, anyway? – but there was something strangely familiar about her that Bucky just couldn’t put his finger on.
Stark was watching Bucky with a barely-repressed smile on his face when Bucky glanced away from the woman. He’d noticed Bucky’s eyes on her; he had to have done. Damn it.
“Excuse me, miss?” he called as the woman drew nearer to their table. “Would you be so kind as to give my friend Bucky here a dance?”
Oh, he had to be kidding. “No, I don’t want a dance,” he protested – not that there was any point to it. Stark slipped her a wad of neatly folded notes anyway, which she tucked into her bra with a smile before turning to Bucky.
“Don’t worry,” the woman said smoothly as she slid her hands over his chest to grip the lapels of his jacket and steer him to his feet, “I don’t bite. Now, how about we go somewhere with a little more privacy?”
Taking Bucky’s hand in hers she led him past the bar towards the back of the club, while Bucky glared daggers over his shoulder at Stark and Barton watching him go with matching looks of glee. He was going to kill them once they returned to the tower. He could be in their bedrooms and slitting their throats before they even stirred. They’d never see it coming.
Though that thought soon left him as they entered a private room and the woman pushed him down onto the plush couch. “You really don’t have to–”
“It’s my pleasure,” she said, and sank into Bucky’s lap.
He gasped when she started to writhe on top of him. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had any kind of physical intimacy, yet this wasn’t quite how he’d imagined getting back into the swing of things. But, like it or not, Bucky’s body was beginning to respond, his cock steadily hardening at each roll of her hips as his heart rate quickened, and she grinned in return.
It was then that Bucky finally realised how he recognised her.
“Loki?” he said incredulously.
The woman froze in surprise. “You’re sharper than you look, Sergeant Barnes,” she – or he; Bucky wasn’t entirely sure how this whole thing worked – replied when she’d regained her composure.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“If you need me to explain it to you, then I’m not sure we should be doing this.”
They shouldn’t have been doing it anyway. Bucky couldn’t deny he was enjoying it, though. That probably made this situation even worse.
Bucky just stared back at Loki until she gave an exaggerated sigh. “Would you rather I was out causing chaos?”
She did have a point. This was certainly more enjoyable than his usual encounters with Loki.
“So this is what you do, huh?” He gestured weakly at Loki’s female form while he spoke. It was filling out the lacy black lingerie she wore very nicely, as much as Bucky tried not to notice, though at this point he was fighting a losing battle against his body’s desires. “When you’re not… being you.”
“Sometimes. I must admit, it is rather entertaining.”
That was one hell of an understatement. God, Bucky was in so much trouble.
Loki turned around to drape her back against Bucky’s chest, her ass pressing insistently into his crotch. “Would you like me to keep going?”
People who are bad "friends." Who say that they think of you as a really good friend but their actions (ignoring, ditching you for another friend, etc.) don't reflect their words.
