Zemo sipped his coffee carefully watching the super soldier over the top of his paper; James mechanically chewed his food, his eyes looked dull and he had barely said a word to him. James wasn’t a chatterbox but he usually engaged with him at breakfast, on a normal day he may have thought the super soldier was missing having his friends around but last night the American had a nightmare and from the sounds of it, it had been a doozy. Despite their past he respected the soldier and knew what Hydra had put him through so had gently calmed him down even making him some hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows which had brought a faint smile to James’s face.
Carefully folding his paper he placed it on the table then tilted his head in study; the American hadn’t shaved that morning, his stubble giving his boyish features a rough and ready feel which did feed his unspoken sexual fantasies even more fuel, the revelation that his feelings towards the man where perhaps not so platonic has he first thought had him locking it behind a mental door as there was no way that would be reciprocated. In fact that would probably earn him a hand around his throat which would also be quietly filed away for lonely nights damn, he had issues.
“Will you quit staring,” growled James not bothering to look his way.
“Apologies,” he said straightening his head. “I was just thinking you seem a little down this morning.”
“Bad night,” James shrugged.
“Of course and with Sam and Torres away everything is up in the air,” he said, waving his hand around in the air vaguely to emphasis his words. “I’m sure they can secure the necessary permissions for the operation to continue. I myself know how hard that can be to run an operation on foreign soil. Everybody wants to put in their five cents yet expects to take the whole prize and praise.”
James snorted in agreement.
“And at the same time be able to distance themselves if it all goes wrong,” growled the soldier.
Nodding at the American’s assessment he drained the last of his coffee and silently prepared himself to put his proposal out there.
“I think you need a day of pampering, a day where you can relax and have someone focus on your needs for once.”
James finally turned to look at him, his blue eyes blinking in surprise then the tip of his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
“What do you mean, Zemo?”
“We are on the shores of the Black Sea an area well-known for relaxation, this safe house has a fully equipped spa you know, sauna, hot tub, pool and I am well versed in Swedish massage.”
James bit his bottom lip then carefully pushed a lock of his dark hair over his ear; he’d noticed that James had been growing his hair again it wasn’t quite has long has his Winter Soldier days but it seemed as if James was trying to find a happy medium between the many facets of his past. Also how did this man not realise how goddamn sexy he was; just maintain a neutral demeanour and keep calm he chanted internally. James’s blue eyes bored into him probably weighing up whether it was a bad idea.
“Okay, why not,” agreed the super soldier.
The smile came naturally at James’s capitulation.
“I will go prepare the sauna first as it will give me time to gather the other necessary items.”
Standing he walked away nonchalantly towards the leisure wing of the house but he just wanted to skip excitedly and many scenarios flittered through his head. If he played this right maybe they both could get a happy ending out of today.
-*-
James’s had a little reticence when he was advised to strip to his underwear; however a part of James still obeyed a superior officer and Zemo was kind of thrilled about that. Giving everything the once over he went to collect James from the sauna.
James sat in his crisp white boxers which he supposed was a hangover from his youth and early service, it was definitely something he wasn’t going to complain about as in the sauna the cotton material stuck to his body in a pleasing way.
As for himself he’d changed in a set of loose lounge pants and matching tunic but kept his feet bare. James quietly padded behind him as he led the super soldier into a side room where he had set up the upholstered massage table covered in a large towel and had massage oil ready.
“Please lay on the table,” said Zemo indicating the towel covered table.
James did has he was told and laid on his back, his hands resting on his flat stomach; Zemo knew there was time to study and drool over the Americans body but for the moment he wanted to see how far he could push the man’s boundaries. Picking up a clean white towel he unfurled it and stood beside the table.
“Lose the shorts, please.”
“What? No.”
“Please James I don’t want to get them ruined by the oils.”
The Baron held up the towel in front of him as to screen James’s groin and looked expectantly at him, the soldier bit his bottom lip which he found adorable but once again complied. The damp shorts slapped wetly on the tiled floor, James’s blue eyes looked expectantly at Zemo who smiled gently and asked him to roll over onto his front. It took everything in him not to take a peek at what the man was packing he knew he had to warm James up to certain ideas.
James laid his head on his folded arms, his face tilted towards Zemo who gently placed the towel over his upturned bottom. With temptation covered up the Baron took a steadying breath and picked up the bottle of oil.
“Let us begin,” he said softly, squirting some of the oil onto James’s back.
Zemo started with effleurage, the soothing stroking movements which skimmed and lightly touched the man’s back and shoulders. Even though he had only just started he felt the American begin to relax under his touch and the circular strokes brought out a sigh. By the time he moved onto petrissage James was completely relaxed and malleable as Zemo concentrated on the upper half of his body; back, shoulders, neck and arm. Even though the soldier had a metal arm Zemo still gave the area where it attached to his body as much attention as the rest of him which from the small smile on the super soldier’s face seemed as if it was appreciated. Zemo transitioned the kneading and knuckling into the rhythmic percussion of tapotement, a hum of contentment escaped James’s lips. Zemo quietly beamed and hoped the next part of his massage would go down just has well.
Fully satisfied that the American’s torso was fully kneaded and pummelled he moved onto the legs and began the process again on the compliant man except that he carefully tested how far he could stroke up his legs and gratified to find that he could go all the way up the thigh to where it joined the groin. As the massage continued Zemo sensed that James was beginning to feel awkward especially has he lingered around the tops of his thighs under the towel but outwardly he remained still, eyes closed resting on his arms. Zemo withdrew his fingers and asked James to roll over onto his back, there was hesitation but he kept his face neutral and lifted the edge of the towel.
The moment stretched out leaving Zemo wondering if he’d not read the man correctly but slowly James’s shuffled round onto his back and Zemo lay the towel down which didn’t lay flat over the groin, he couldn’t hide his smirk at that but pretended he didn’t notice going straight to work on oiling up James’s chest.
The Baron silently marvelled at the smooth planes of the man’s chest as he rubbed in the liquid, so much power harnessed within, damn the man was beautiful. Zemo kept it together and didn’t rush this part of the massage he knew the best was yet to come also he didn’t fail to notice that James’s had remained semi-hard throughout. Finally finishing with his upper body he moved to the main event and began on the legs.
Zemo made long strokes up his legs, up the thighs under the towel; a small gasp escaped the super soldier’s mouth and he threw his flesh arm over his eyes not wanting to look at the Baron or his growing erection. Slowly and carefully has the Sokovian moved his hands up he nudged the cloth from its position to fully expose the erection. James licked his lips nervously but kept his arm over his eyes so didn’t see Zemo practically salivating or his own hard on tenting his lounge pants.
The Baron leaned down and began to feather kisses from knee up the thigh towards James’s groin where he nudged the Americans balls with his nose; the man gasped and slightly thrust his hips upwards. Smiling Zemo repeated the process up the other leg noting that the super soldier’s dick was leaking with precum, with the scent of James’s musk tickling his nostrils he could no longer hold back and licked at the slit. The groan of pleasure spurred him on to take James into his mouth; the taste of him and the feel of heated flesh had the Baron loose his usual cool demeanour.
Zemo swallowed James’s dick down to the root burying his nose in the wiry nest of hair of his groin; a long moan had him flicking his eyes up to see the American with his vibranium arm flung over his head while his flesh hand now rubbed at his chest, his eyes hooded and a look of bliss plastered across his face. Zemo hummed happily beginning a slow steady rhythm as he slid his hand between oiled thighs to play with the soldier’s balls. James spread his legs to help him gain access and has the blowjob progressed Zemo felt fingers dig into his hair and gently tug at the strands; he hummed in delight at the slight flash of pain as the roots were pulled. As he sucked harder and rolled the orbs in his hand he felt the tell tale signs that the man was ready to blow which spurred him on. James cried out and thrust up trying to get his whole cock down the Baron’s throat; the Baron greedily swallowed down the thick liquid and was surprised at the amount as some dribbled out the side of his mouth. Finally he lifted his head licking the glistening shaft clean as the man lay panting at the exertion he had slid his arm across his beautiful blue eyes as he tried to regain control which pleased Zemo immeasurably; the man had been a cold emotionless killer so it made him happy for the man to show his feelings to him.
The Baron straightened; carefully adjusting his own erection at this moment in time it was James’s pleasure that was his concern.
“I’ll let you have a moment,” the Baron purred. “Then you can wash off some of the oil in the shower while I’ll get the hot tub warmed up.”
-*-
Bucky turned his head lazily to watch Zemo leave the room not failing to catch the Sokovian’s own excitement at the situation. Bucky’s smile crept large across his face as he basked in the afterglow as he lay there feeling relaxed and satisfied when his gaze fell on the bottles of massage oil, he bit his bottom lip as a delicious thought slid into his mind. Bucky slowly sat up swinging his legs over the edge of the table before standing on the cool tiles, foregoing a towel which just seemed moot since Zemo had already seen him naked. Bucky padded towards the door snagging a bottle of oil unable to keep the grin from his face as he went looking for the Baron, it would be rude not to return the favour and from the glimpse he got it was obvious that the man needed a helping hand to relax.
