#wintertorch

The Fantastic 4 had been called in for a particularly serious mission, the team agreeing to help the Avengers. Reed and Tony kind of get along, the two geniuses mostly loving to try and correct each other. 

Johnny comes sauntering into the tower, looking around the place with scrutiny. "Damn, this place is bland. I expected more from the Avengers, y'know?"

Bucky has a scoop of ice cream shoved into his mouth, the spoon sticking out from between his lips as he eats directly from the tub. 

His eyes settle on Johnny when he walks in, looking him over. He’s blond. Bucky’s never met a smart blond man in his life.

Johnny tilts his head at Bucky. "Bucky, right?" He quirks a brow at the tub of ice cream in Bucky's arms. "I take it you aren't sharing? That's fine, I don't do great with cold desserts."

Bucky offers another spoon to Johnny, but looks offended when he says he doesn’t like ice cream. “Who are you meant to be?”

Johnny looks shocked. "What? I'm Johnny Storm. The Human Torch? Hottest man in New York? Come on." He sets his hand on fire to show off what he can do, showing why he probably shouldn't touch the ice cream.

Bucky takes another big bite of the ice cream, speaking with his mouth full. “I’ve met hotter blonds.” He says bluntly. Though… he’d never admit out loud that the flaming man has a nice body.

Johnny looks offended. "What?! Not possible, sorry. I got voted in by Avenue Magazine." He pokes around the kitchen, grabbing a soda from the fridge. "At least your kitchen is stocked, bet that's from Tony's money, huh? Man, if I had that kinda cash, I'd have a hot tub in every room."

Bucky raises a brow, moving to put the tub back in the fridge, tossing the spoon into the sink. “You talk a lot.” He says bluntly.

Johnny sips his soda, nodding. "I know, I know. But don't worry, you'll get used to it." 

Peter walks in, and he freezes, his eyes wide. He looks between Bucky and Johnny, hoping he's seeing things. "... hey, guys."

Johnny suddenly turns red. "... hey, Pete." Oh, there's definitely a history here.

Bucky still acts undeniably flirty with Peter, even if they broke up. It wasn’t a harsh break up, the two of them just agreeing that they had different avenues in life they needed to take. “Hey, dollface.” He gives a weak wave at Peter.

Peter smiles a little shyly, slipping into the kitchen to grab a snack. "What are you both doing here?" His breakup with Johnny was a bit messier, the two not having teamed up in a while due to it. 

Johnny rubs the back of his neck. "Ah, uh... team is here to help with a mission." He narrows his eyes at Bucky, not liking the flirtatious tone with Peter.

Bucky huffs, looking annoyed with Peter’s tone. “Sam called and said he needed some help with this. Some kinda team up shit.” He shrugs. He then looks Johnny up and down, a slight smirk on his face. “You fuck this guy too? Was that before or after I plowed you raw?”

Peter spits out his drink, his face turning bright red all the way to his ears. "Bucky!" He half-whines, half-scolds. 

Johnny blinks. "I'm sorry, what?" He looks to Peter. "You dated The Winter Soldier?" 

Peter looks sheepish. "Maybe..."

“Almost got engaged too.”Bucky chuckles. “We split off. Had to find another twink to fuck.” He takes a beer from the fridge, cracking it open. “So why did you two hook up? What’s the schtick here?”

Johnny's jaw drops. "You never mentioned any of that?" He looks exasperated with Peter. 

Peter looks a little guilty. "I didn't want you comparing yourself..." 

Johnny glares at Bucky. "We were good friends." 

"Kinda." 

"We were! Then we ended up kissing, and we tried it out, but it..." 

"Didn't work out." 

"Yeah." 

Peter looks at Bucky. "Who is the new twink?" He's running through his mind who it could be.

Bucky looks back and forth as each of them speaks, resting a hand on his hip. His nice, plush hips, the tight jeans he’s wearing hugging them, showing off his thick thighs. “Why ruin the surprise?” He presses a kiss against Peter’s cheek, his breath potent with cigarette smoke and beer. Which would have been disgusting if it wasn’t a reminder of how he always smelled after a hard days work and then a trip to the bar before they fucked on Peter’s couch.

Johnny is definitely looking Bucky over, feasting on him with his eyes. Okay, he sees why Peter was with him. 

Peter would be lying if he said he didn't miss Bucky, and that familiar smell has a pang hitting him in the chest. "I'll see you both at the meeting." He says quickly, rushing out of the kitchen. 

Johnny crosses his arms. "So, we both dated Peter, huh?"

Bucky watches Peter leave, admiring his perky ass. “I guess so. Though… I had him first. You got my sloppy seconds.”

Johnny scoffs. " 'cuse me? You saying you left him sloppy? That's just rude." He snaps his finger to light a flame, offering it to Bucky when he pulls out a cigarette. "Need a light?"

Bucky blinks at the finger, using it to light his cigarette. “We did kinda end on short notice. Didn’t get to have a goodbye fuck session like I would have wanted.” He blows the smoke away from Johnny, but keeps his eyes on the man.

Johnny smirks, the flames on his hand going out. "Oh? I got to have a goodbye fuck. It was kind of a hate-fuck too, which was exciting. Not that Peter hates me, we just had an argument."

Bucky takes a swig of his beer, offering it to Johnny. "He seemed to love arguing with me over the littlest things. But... we still get along. I think he misses me." Bucky smirks.

Johnny takes it, taking a sip. "Well, now that we'll be working together, who knows what'll happen." He shrugs innocently.

Bucky certainly makes it a good time, the two stumbling into his room in the tower once the mission is over, shedding clothes onto the floor, Bucky's lips smashed against the other's, the two collapsing onto his bed in a tangle of limbs. "Fuck, you're so damn warm." He holds Johnny's face.

Johnny pants, pulling Bucky close to him and kissing him eagerly. "You outta feel inside me." He hums, running his fingers through Bucky's hair. "Gives a new meaning to cockwarmer."

Bucky has never gotten harder faster in his entire life, quickly stroking lube onto his cock and pressing the tip against Johnny's tight hole. "Fuck, I didn't think I'd have to prep you..." He groans, managing to squeeze the fat tip of his cock into Johnny's hole. "You act like such a damn whore, figured everyone was fuckin' you."

Johnny clings to Bucky's shoulders, groaning as he's stretched open. He gasps once the large tip is inside him, his own cock hard and resting against his tummy. "Oh fuck... I still got standards..." He chuckles breathlessly.

Bucky braces with his flesh hand against the bed, using his metal one to reach down and stroke Johnny's cock, a smirk on his face. "Clearly, since you're lettin' me fuck you." He pushes more of his thick veiny length into the man's hole, groaning deeply at the warmth.

Johnny moans as his cock is played with by the cool metal, digging his fingers into Bucky's back. "Holy shit... that feels amazing..." 

He is warm inside, his soft walls squeezing Bucky's cock.

Bucky gives Johnny a soft kiss, lingering with his lips, before trailing them down the man's neck, starting to leave harsh welts on his skin. He pushes the rest of his cock inside, shivering at how warm he feels, how gentle his wet walls are.

Johnny kisses Bucky back, melting into the tenderness. He lifts his chin to allow better access to his neck, his eyes rolling back as he feels Bucky move all the way inside him, his heavy balls smacking against his perky ass. "Please... please more..." He begs, a soft whine in his voice.

Bucky bites down on Johnny's throat, before starting to thrust, matching the pace with his hand stroking the man's cock. "You like my big cock in you, huh?" Bucky coos, sucking on the skin and leaving another dark mark in its place.

Johnny lets out a cry at the bite, then moans as Bucky starts to thrust, his cock twitching in Bucky's hand. "Fuck... yeah..." He pants out, hardly able to form a thought as Bucky's cock hits his prostate just right.

Bucky seems to go on for hours, fucking Johnny in every position imaginable until he's ploped himself down next to Johnny in the bed, panting heavily, his cock finally going soft. "Fuck..." He pants out, turning his head to the side to look at the absolutely wrecked boy next to him.

Johnny lost track of how many times he came, starting to orgasm dry after number 5. He's covered in sweat, spit and cum, splayed out on the bed like a used toy. He babbles incoherently, blinking slowly as he tries to stay fully conscious.

Bucky kisses Johnny's cheek, "You can rest now, baby." He coos, moving to tuck them both into the sheets, passing out with his head on the slightly taller man's chest. 

Bucky wakes up early in the morning, getting up and cleaning himself off, and just like every one night stand, he leaves a fluffy towel and Johnny's washed clothes on the end of the bed. He's nowhere to be found in the tower, but Steve is in the kitchen on this floor of the tower, this communal floor being shared by Bucky, Steve, Natasha, and Sam.

Johnny is a little dissapointed to find Bucky gone when he wakes up, feeling around on the bed for him. He sits up with a wild case of bedhead, yawning and stretching. He's definitely sore from that night of fucking, but it was definitely worth it. 

He jacks off in Bucky's shower to the memories of the night before, then cleans himself up, getting dressed and heading into the kitchen. "Oh, hey, Mr. America." Johnny waves at Steve.

Bucky enjoyed the night, but he entirely intended on this just being a one time thing, immediately going to work rather then sticking around to entertain the fiery man. 

Steve looks up from the smoothie he's nursing himself on. "Hey, Johnny. Bucky went off to work, if you're looking for him." He moves to the fridge, taking out a container of overnight oats with berries on top, offering it to Johnny. "Bucky left it for you."

Johnny takes the container, smiling a little. "Yeah, I was gonna ask where he ran off to." He clearly is disappointed that Bucky isn't here, plopping down to eat his breakfast. Despite how flirtatious Johnny is, he's terrible at one-night stands. "Do you know when he'll be back?"

Steve blinks at Johnny, a little grimace on his face as he sips his smoothie. He swallows, before speaking. "I'm... not sure. He has another home outside the tower. He usually just brings his night stands here." Steve offers Johnny a spoon to eat the oats with.

Johnny's shoulders slump. "Oh." He takes the spoon. "Uh... would you tell him to call me?" He grabs a napkin, scribbling down his number and handing it to Steve. He has the most sad puppy eyes, how could Steve say no?

Steve softens considerably, and he takes the napkin, typing the number into his phone. He sends a message off to Bucky, letting him know that Johnny doesn't plan on leaving either of them alone anytime soon. "No promises he'll get back to you."

Johnny looks a little less sad when Steve takes the number, and he eats his breakfast. "I'll see you later!" He waves, heading back to the Baxter building.

Steve accepts the empty container from Johnny when he's done, and he looks a bit worried that Johnny didn't get the hint that Bucky isn't looking for more than a fun sex session. 

As Johnny waits for Bucky to text or call him, he mopes around the Fanastic 4 tower, driving his sister Susan crazy. 

"Would you please go mope around somewhere else." She sighs, and Johnny flails onto the couch dramatically. "I can't, I can't move..."

Bucky doesn't think much more on the topic, until he gets another text from Steve. 

"Maybe you should give it a chance. I know you've been lonely since you broke it off with Peter."

Steve was the only one who had been told that Bucky didn't actually have a new side-piece. He couldn't find some new twink to fill the hole that Peter had left.

The Baxter building is literally only a block or so away from the Avengers tower, so Johnny takes to staring out the window longingly at the other team's building.

"Its been one day." Susan puts her hands on her hips. "Would you pull it together? Last time I saw you like this, you broke up with Spider-Man." 

Johnny sighs. "Maybe he's just really busy. Right?" He pouts, putting his chin on the back of the couch to watch out the window.

Bucky returns when he gets a text from Steve that Johnny isn't in the building anymore. He takes his helmet off, greeting JARVIS with the code to let him down into the tower's garage. 

He parks his bike, running his fingers through his hair and tying it back into a low bun, making his way up to his floor of the tower.

Johnny has obtained a pair of binoculars, and he spots Bucky through one of the windows. He gasps, adjusting the lenses. 

Reed looks disturbed. "Johnny, this feels weird." He sends a text to Tony, asking what happened between Bucky and Johnny. 

Tony meets Bucky in the elevator, crossing his arms. "What did you do?" He demands.

Bucky blinks at Tony, "Okay, now that's fucked up." He points out. "I bet something tragic happened, and now you think I did it." He steps out onto his floor, allowing Tony to follow him into the kitchen.

Reed takes away Johnny's binocular privileges, holding them away by stretching his arm. "This is not healthy." He scolds. 

Tony follows Bucky. "What? No. That's fucked up. What did you do to Johnny? Richards said he's being weird."

Bucky raises a brow. "Oh, we fucked after the mission." He offers Tony a glass of water, knowing the man has likely gone hours without drinking a single drop. Maybe some alcohol, but not real water. "He gave Steve his number to give to me. I don't think I'll be calling. It was just a one time thing."

Tony takes the water, only drinking it because it now happens to be in his hand. Somehow it seems to help the throbbing headache he had going. "Fuck." He sighs, rubbing his face. "Did you tell him it was a one-time thing?" He remembers all too well how Johnny tried to get back with Peter for weeks.

Bucky refills the glass in the sink when Tony finishes it, raising a brow. "No? It's kinda implied. If the guy is gone when you wake up, it's a one night stand."

Tony takes it, not really paying attention to the fact he's being tricked into being hydrated. "Oh, god... do you remember how he was on the mission? At what point did you think he could understand anything implied?"

Bucky rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, "I uh... was kinda too focused on staring at his ass. It's a nice ass." Bucky says, like this should be obvious.

Tony pinches the bridge of his nose. "Idiots. Both of you." He drinks the rest of his water. "You need to talk to him, tell him explicitly. And try not to make him turn into a fireball that destroys the city?"

Bucky makes himself a ham and cheese sandwich, offering Tony the other half of it when he cuts it. "I shouldn't have to reject a guy after a one night stand. That's the dumbest fuckin' thing I've ever heard." He huffs.

Tony takes it as it's handed to him, taking a bite. "Yeah, I agree with you there. But I've had to do it before. Person doesn't get the hint, you gotta lay it out for them. It happens." He pats Bucky's shoulder. "Gotta be prepared for it if you wanna be a playboy."

Bucky rolls his eyes, taking a big bite of the sandwich to hold back whatever rude comment he was going to make at Tony. 

Bucky then sighs, taking out his phone and finding Johnny's number, pulling up a fresh texting conversation. 

"Can we meet? This is Bucky."

Johnny gets the text, and he nearly lights the phone on fire in excitement. "He wants to meet!" He jumps up, fist pumping the air. 

Susan and Reed share a look. "Johnny, don't get ahead of yourself." Susan warns.

Johnny ignores her, texting back quickly.

"Sure! Where and when?"

Bucky blinks when he gets such a quick reply, pulling back up the exchange. 

"Tonight. Tommy's Diner on Main."

He tucks his phone away, letting out a sigh. "There. We're meeting tonight to talk about it."

Johnny fully interprets this as a date. "We're going on a date!" He announces, rushing off to his room to shower and manscape. 

Reed pinches the bridge of his nose. "I'm willing to bet that's not what this is." 

Tony looks satisfied. "Need any tips? I always try to slip in a complement to soften the blow."

Bucky shakes his head. "I think I can figure it out. I broke up with Peter and we're still friends." He says, but it's likely far easier said then done, especially with someone like Johnny.

Bucky arrives at the diner, wearing a soft leather jacket and a t-shirt, moving to find a booth, letting the waiter know he's waiting on someone.

Johnny arrives in jeans and a t-shirt, but with a sports coat over it. In his hands is a bouquet of flowers. 

Uh oh. 

Johnny talks to the hostess, who directs him over to Bucky's booth. Johnny flashes a big smile, offering the flowers to Bucky. "I didn't know what kind you liked, so I got daisies..."

Bucky sees the flowers, and his eyes widen a bit. Shit, maybe he should have been more direct. But now all eyes in the diner are on them, an older couple letting out a soft "aww" at the sight of the two "young" men. Bucky's cheeks turn pink, and he accepts the flowers. "Sit, please." He manages to get out.

Johnny looks pleased when Bucky takes the flowers, and he sits across from Bucky. "I don't think I've eaten here before. What's good?" He seems to be under the impression they'll actually be eating.

Bucky is about to open his mouth to tell Johnny that he doesn't plan on staying, and that he just wanted to tell Johnny that he wasn't interested in anything romantic. He's then interrupted by the waitress, who sets down a pitcher of water at the table, and two glasses in front of the men. It's abundantly clear that she recognizes the two, and had fought her other female coworker for the table. 

"Hi, my name is Lina! I'm gonna be your server tonight.~" She has a flirtatious tone to her voice, especially pointed towards Bucky.

Johnny loves being recognized, and he grins at the waitress. His happiness is tainted by Lina immediately flirting with Bucky, who is his. "Thanks, can we get some nachos? Extra spicy?" He looks to Bucky. "Is that fine with you?"

Bucky is entirely baffled by the interaction, and he's struggling to put his thoughts together, struggling to get to the point. "Oh, uh... Yeah, sure." He mumbles, his cheeks further reddening. This was not going how he intended. 

The waitress, Lina apparently, gives the two a nod. "Can I get you some drinks?"

Johnny nods, happy that Bucky likes things spicey too. "Coke for me." He spots Bucky's red cheeks, assuming he's nervous about their date. He gives him a sweet smile, reaching across the table to put his hand over Bucky's.

Bucky almost instantly pulls his hand away, letting out a soft panting breath, almost like the action offended him. He then looks up at the waitress, "Three shots. As strong as you can make them." 

The waitress looks baffled by the request, pausing her pen on her little notepad. "...Are you sure, sir?" 

Bucky nods. "Please." He then looks at Johnny, trying not to fall victim to that happy smile.

Johnny checks his own hand, wondering if he accidentally burned Bucky. He chuckles at Bucky's order. "Oh, it's that kinda night? I'll take a shot of Fireball for me." He tells the waitress.

Lina scrawls down their drinks, before nodding, scurrying off to make their drinks. 

Bucky relaxes once the woman is gone, looking back at Johnny. "Look, I just wanted to talk about us." He starts, expecting the other man to allow him to speak.

Johnny leans back into the booth. "It's really nice to go on an actual date again." He interjects. He flashes another adorable smile. "I wasn't sure you would call, but I figured you were busy."

Bucky melts at the sight of that smile, and he can't help the little grin that twitches at his mouth. "I... don't remember the last time I went on one." He's easily distracted.

Johnny raises his shot glass when the waitress brings their drinks. "To first dates?" How can Bucky possibly say no to those big puppy eyes?

Bucky clinks his first shot with Johnny's glass, before he downs all three of the shots he was given, setting each glass at the end of the table. "To first dates." His head spins for just a second at the harsh stinging in the back of his throat from the alcohol.

Johnny yaps the entire time they eat, keeping Bucky from having a chance to do what he came there to do. At the end of the meal, Johnny, now a little tipsy, smirks at Bucky. "You wanna come back to my place?" He winks, chuckling a little.

Bucky, who had ordered three more shots and a beer, takes the bill, stuffing some cash into it, and leaving extra as a tip. Him and Johnny stumble out into a taxi, Bucky unable to keep his lips and hands off Johnny's body. He has to be physically forced off Johnny's lips so the man can tell the driver his address.

Johnny had finally been trusted enough to live at the Baxter building part time, and he takes Bucky to his little apartment he uses as a getaway from the team. He pulls Bucky inside by his jacket, then starts pulling his clothes off, tossing them aside.

Bucky sheds Johnny's clothes to the floor, entirely forgetting his goal to tell Johnny this would be just a one time thing. This would be the last time, he just needed his hands on Johnny's body one last time. One last night of fun. 

Bucky wastes no time getting Johnny into bed, drunkenly pulling out his cock and stroking it to get it to full length.

Johnny digs around clumsily in his nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube. He puts some on his own fingers, pressing them into his hole to prep himself for Bucky. "Mmnnn..."

Bucky yet again leaves Johnny's body played with fully, covered in bruising hickeys and bite marks.