Chapter two
Steve was wearing a tight red dress shirt, with a leather shoulder gun holster sitting over the top and he wore black fitted slacks which flattered him in every sense of the word. His silver blazer was slung over his right shoulder.
“Hey baby” He kissed him lightly on the cheek and continued to slowly walked past him. “You have to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me” Bucky muttered his Brooklyn accent came out more after his chemical dip.
Steve paused with his back to him, dropping his jacket on the floor.
“Excuse me?” Steve’s head turned slightly but he wasn’t fully looking at him. “That’s all you have to say? ‘Hey baby’? I haven’t seen you for hours and that’s all I get?” Bucky took a step forward gritting his teeth
“What do you want huh?” He turned fully towards him, “Oh I’m sorry your majesty, would you like me to kiss your feet?” The sarcasm in his voice was infuriating.
“If you’re going to be an ass, then just forget it.” Here he was standing right infront of him looking like a sexy 40’s pinup and all he could say was ‘Hey baby’, He thought about arguing with the blond but what was the point. It would only give him more of a reason to be mad at him.
Fuck this
Bucky stormed past him, trying to be as dramatic as possible but failed miserably, he grabbed Bucky’s wrist and swung him around.
Hell no
He pulled his arm back forcefully, just when he was about to argue with him, instead of poisonous words filling his mouth, Steve’s tongue did instead. He rammed his mouth into Bucky’s and shoved his tongue down his throat, coaxing a moan out of those pretty red lips. Bucky tried to fight it but as usual, Steve’s touch had him melting.
Steve’s tongue fought his as he walked him backwards towards the car
Maybe I will get that servicing….
Steve grabbed his ass and picked the small brunette up, Bucky wrapped his legs around his waist tightly before he leant him over the bonnet of the Lamborghini.
“Mhmm Bucky?” Steve’s lips moved along his jaw to his ear. “Yes” he moaned breathlessly
“Don’t you ever speak to me like that again, got it?” Steve snapped and Bucky nodded, not wanting to ruin the moment
“I think you’re forgetting that you’re still suspended.” Steve whispered in the shell of his ear, “Mmm?” Bucky shut his eyes when he felt Steve’s hand slowly unzip his coveralls.
“I remember specifically telling you that you’re suspended from action until further notice. Which means you are not allowed to participate or receive any.” He chuckled against his skin and abruptly pulled away, leaving Bucky a panting mess on the hood of Steve’s lambo.
Bucky’s mouth hung open in shock, he had a full hard on and Steve was just gonna leave him here!?
“You can’t be serious!” Bucky slid off the hood and walked towards him. “Deadly.” Steve snapped.
“So you’re just going to ignore that are ya?” Bucky folded his arms across his chest and raised a brow, staring at Steve’s impressive bulge. Steve grabbed the zip on his coveralls and pulled him close, so close that Bucky could feel him on his thigh.
“Yep” He quickly pulled his zipper to the top and turned on his heel to walk away.
Steve bent down to pick up his jacket and headed straight for the door, with a big ass grin on his face, despite the urge to forget all about Bucky’s punishment, he was feeling pretty pleased with himself. The mission had been a huge success, he did a casual bank job just to test the new toxin, which was delayed due to Bucky’s stupidity. But he finally managed to use it, and the best thing was, good Ol’ Cap was there to witness the whole thing. Her face was priceless! Watching the poor souls laugh themselves to death whilst cutting smiles into their own faces. It was a proud moment.
Steve slammed the garage door behind him, only to hear it re-open a few moments later.
“FUCK YOU!” Bucky screamed.
He stopped in his tracks, Bucky bit his lip realizing what he just said.
“You wish!” He chimed right back, stalking off into the lounge, laughing all the way.
Shit
“Asshole.” Bucky muttered under his breath adjusting his coveralls. He walked towards the kitchen, pissed beyond belief, he still had a job to do. When he passed the lounge, he stopped and the door a middle finger salute. Like a child swearing behind their parents backs.
Not wanting to tempt fate, he slid into the kitchen to start dinner. A smile appeared on his face when he saw Walker sitting on a barstool reading the newspaper. He was a new recruit, one of Pierce’s guys Bucky remembered. He hated the guy and for some reason Steve wouldn’t listen to him when he brought it up.
“Hey Walker, can I ask ya something?” Bucky pouted
His head shot up and he looked around to make sure the coast was clear before he spoke.
Unfortunate
“What?” He whispered, not taking his eyes off his paper. “Do I look fat to you?” Bucky walked closer to attract his attention.
Walker raised his head and looked Bucky over. “Nah Bucky, you ain’t fat” He chuckled.
“Ugly then?”
“Hell no!” He answered, “Why do you ask?” Walker set down his paper and looked at the crazy haired brunette curiously. “Stevie won’t touch me. I must be old, fat and ugly if he won’t touch me.” Bucky’s eyes saddened as he took a seat next to Walker placing his head on his metal hand. “Look Bucky, There’s nothing wrong with you, he’s lucky to have you. You’re gorgeous and smart and you have all that beautiful serum running through you. Trust me” He placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.
Ick! This guy had a fucking hard on for that fucking serum and Bucky apparently… If he only knew the half of that story
“Can you tell him that? It’s been ages since we-” Bucky was cut short when Walker placed a hand over his mouth
What the fuck.
“I don’t wanna know about him and you.. Just no, Ew” He shuddered at the thought. Bucky laughed at his screwed up face, “Sorry”
“Why do you let him treat you like shit, you deserve better.” Walker stated with pity and something else unreadable in his eyes.
“He makes me laugh, and when we ain’t fighting he treats me like royalty. And despite everything we are pretty happy together, plus when we do have sex it’s-”
“No shut it, I really don’t wanna know. If another word passes your lips then I will be forced to file a lawsuit against you , for my own mental well being.” He noticed a devious look on Bucky's face. “Stop trying to wind me up”
“It’s too easy, I just can’t resist” Bucky giggled and winked at him, causing him to laugh.
“Thanks Walker”
“Show that fucker what he’s missing and if he still don’t want you then he’s even more insane than I realized.”
Bucky smiled sweetly, “Thanks that means a lot”
Opening the fridge he looked over the selection of food he’d prepared for tonight’s dinner, he leant the door and bit his lip, debating whether to get take out or on.
“Hey Walker?” He called over his shoulder. “You staying for dinner?”
“I was thinking about it, Why?”
“I’m craving take out, you game?” Bucky swung his head around and smiled
“Yeah, sure. I ain’t eating that sushi shit that you ordered last time. It was fucking awful.” Walker rose from his seat and flicked through the selection of take out menus that sat on the counter.
“Italian?” He dangled the menu in front of Bucky’s face. “You read my mind!” He grabbed the menu and walked towards the door, “I’ll ask Daddy.”
Just as he left, he swung his head back around to the door and shot him a glare. “Sushi ain’t shit.” Then he left.
“That one” Walker muttered, shaking his head.
Bucky skipped towards the lounge door, Steve’s dog tags jingling around his neck with his every move. Bucky knocked on the door cheerfully, talking to Walker made him forget Steve’s rejection.
“Daddy it’s me can I come in?” Bucky tried to focus his hearing trying to hear what Steve was doing in there, while he awaited a response. Bucky pouted a little at not being able to hear anything clearly.
Really need to work on these new abilities
“Depends, are you gonna pester me into bed?” His words stung.
“No,” Bucky bit out, trying to get a grip on his rising anger. “It’s about dinner.”
“Fine, come in” Steve sighed
Bucky grasped the doorknob and opened it slowly, seeing him sitting on the couch watching some political thing. The small brunette slipped in quietly and shut the door behind him, taking a seat next to the blond.
For some reason he felt nervous about asking for the food, worried Steve would think he was neglecting his duties and finding a shortcut instead of doing his job, but… Steve did love Italian.
Bucky cleared his throat. “Stevie? I was wondering,”
“Yes?” He snapped, not taking his eyes off the TV
“Can we order Italian tonight, I think you deserve a treat after your job today.” Bucky mentally thanked himself for coming up with the perfect reason.
“Sure, why not. It’s better than your cooking anyway. I don’t think my tastebuds can take much more nuked ziti.”
“I thought you liked my ziti?” He mumbled, folding the edges of the menu in his hand.
“I do, but not every other night Princess. I need some variety.” He briefly glanced at him and placed a hand on Bucky’s upper thigh. “Go order, then we can spend some time together.”
Bucky smiled widely, they hadn’t had proper couple time since his little stint at Erskine chemicals. Bucky almost jumped out of his seat in joy. “Okay Daddy! You want the usual?”
Steve nodded. “Okay puddin” Bucky giggled, placing a kiss on Steve’s bearded cheek, he stood sharply and ran out of the room to order. Once he’d given the whole list of food to the worker on the phone. Bucky dashed to the wine cellar, maybe a bit of alcohol would loosen Steve up.
About fifteen minutes later the door rang.
That was too fucking quick.
Bucky sprinted to the door and grabbed Daddy’s wallet on the side table, but when he opened the door he wasn’t greeted by the delivery driver.
“Hey Bucks!”
“Sam? What you doing here?” Bucky was confused.
“Poker.” He shrugged, glancing at the three other men standing behind him. “We got the food just in time” He beamed holding three large bags in front of his face.
“Poker? I-” He was interrupted when Tony kissed his cheek and pushed past him, Soon followed by Clint and Wade.
Bucky stood in front of the empty doorway in shock and quite honestly pissed the fuck off, that his night with Steve was yet again going to be put on hold. Huffing he slammed the door shut, he turned and walked towards the lounge, hoping to convince Steve to get rid of the boys.
“Stevie, can I have a word?” Bucky stood in the doorway, watching Wade and Clint drag the round table into the middle of the lounge, setting out the food that he ordered!
Steve was too busy unwrapping the tomato caprese with fresh burrata, to notice him. Bucky’s face flushed in anger
“Steven!” He shouted, making all the men stop in their tracks and look up at the small brunette. “Can I have a word with you, in private?” Bucky plastered a fake smile on his face.
Steve growled and slammed his palms on the dark mahogany table, making it shake under his super strength. He shot to his feet and stormed towards Bucky, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him into the kitchen.
Once Steve shut the door, a sharp hand connected with his face, sending him stumbling into the counter. “Don’t you fucking dare shout at me, you little brat!”
Unbeknownst to the couple, Walker was still sitting in the corner watching the whole scene unfold.
Bucky held his bruising jaw, already feeling his serum slowly healing his jaw. Bucky stood strongly, tensing his jaw, “I just really need to speak to you!” Bucky pleaded.
“It better be good.” Steve snapped, he knew whatever he said next would end up with another mark, so he might as well tell the truth.
“You!” Bucky snapped, jabbing his metal finger into Steve’s chest. “You said it was just going to be me and you! I haven’t seen you all goddamn day and just when I think we’re getting back on track you invite those,” Bucky gestured towards the door. “Assholes over here for a fucking poker game. Do I really mean so little to you, that you pass me over for some alcoholic gambling fucks!?”
Walker’s jaw dropped, he really did have a death wish.
Steve growled and grabbed him by the throat, slamming him against the wall. Walker’s fist tensed, crumbling the newspaper in his hand.
“You little bitch.” Steve spat. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, if I wanna play cards, I’ll damn well play cards and you,” He pulled Bucky’s head forward and cracking it back into the wall. “You will shut up, sit down and deal with it.”
Bucky’s eyes filled with tears, letting them fall down his cheeks.
Steve released his throat and touched the bruises gently, pressing his fingers into the marks making Bucky whine and whimper. “I don’t like hitting you baby, but if you disrespect Daddy in front of his friends, he has no choice but to punish you”
“Sorry Daddy”
“Good boy” He kissed him tenderly, “Go clean yourself up, and come sit with Daddy and watch him trash those ‘Alcoholic gambling fucks’ at cards huh Princess?”
Bucky nodded and scurried off into another room to clean his face.
Steve watched him leave, turning to face Walker.
“Problem?” He saw Walker’s anger filled face and his fists white under tension. Walker took a breath, calming his rage. “No, boss.”
“Good.” Steve snapped and left the kitchen.
“Fucking asshole.” He muttered under his breath, turning his attention back to the paper.