I know nothing about witches FYI. NFF <3

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Bucky takes in a deep breath, looking over his supplies. Everything has its purpose and its place: the black candles he bought from a Wiccan store just off campus, bottle of Frankincense oil, the salt, the vinegar, the various other earthly ingredients he needs for the spells he hopes to cast tonight. His stomach rolls with anxiety, and he stops bouncing around his bedroom gathering supplies to listen for any sounds coming from the living room. Nothing. 

Taking Steve’s advice and putting out an add on the school website looking for other practicing witches in his area had been hard. The guy was too self-righteous, too confident. Ever since he’d started dating Peggy, he complained about how Bucky had no friends of his own and spent all his evenings reading in his room. Common interests were supposed to create friendships, right? That’s what the internet said. What Steve said. 

He just hadn’t expected the sort of people who would answer his ad. When he’d opened the door after the jaunty knock, he’d figured he would see some of the other goth kids from campus. There was definitely a girl in his World Religions class who practiced. But instead, there had been two ordinary (if not inexplicably, inordinately handsome) men standing on the other side. 

“Hi!” The younger one had said brightly. His face was flushed like he felt as nervous as Bucky. “We’re here about the ad?” 

“Yeah, of course. Come on in.” Bucky had stepped aside to grant them access. A whiff of cologne from the older one with the facial hair had him wanting to follow the scent wherever it led. He’d hastily told them to make themselves comfortable and get started while he gathered his supplies, but now he wasn’t sure he’d be able to muster the nerve to go back in.

God, Bucky hadn't expected this complication at all. How’s he supposed to bond with these people when he’s going to be so busy stammering over every sentence and flushing whenever they glance his way? 

Deep breaths, Barnes, he tells himself. Common interests. 

When he opens the door back into the living room, he freezes. The supplies in his arms tumbled to the floor. 

Because the two attractive men are absolutely fucking right there on Bucky’s couch. The younger, thinner one is bent over one arm of the leather sofa with his fingers tangled in his own hair, looking to be on the brink of absolute madness. Bucky doesn’t blame him, not with the way the other man (Tony, he remembers from when they introduced themselves) is reaming him. Tony reaches down and grabs the nape of Peter’s neck to pull him up until their flush together, until he’s fucking up into the kid, muttering filth in his ear. 

“What the fuck!” Bucky says, louder than he intended, far more hysterical than he’d like. “What is this?”

The two pause, breathing heavily. They must see in his face that something about this is Wrong. 

“This is...exactly what it looks like?” Tony says, still struggling to catch his breath. 

“This is not Wicca!” Bucky shouts. 

“What?” Peter asks breathlessly. “The ad!” 

“I didn’t say “sex party” as in orgy,” Bucky says. “I said “hex party” as in witches!” 

“I’ll be completely honest when I say we thought that was a typo,” says Tony. He has the sense to look abashed, and carefully pulls his cock from inside his younger lover. But god when he turns and Bucky gets an eyeful, it’s no wonder the kid looked like he was losing his mind. It’s the largest cock Bucky’s ever seen outside of porn. “Unless you’re into this?” Tony wonders, head tilting, appraising Bucky from across the room with a dick that still glistens from the lube he’s slicked on. 

Bucky swallows. “What? I, I mean...” 

“Why don’t you join us,” Peter asks. “And then you can talk to us all about your, er, hexes? Afterward. I’d really like to cum right now.”