Spacesuit helmets, gnocchi, Bucky and Seb
Part 1
Space suit fitting.
Jamie and Muzzy did not like wearing the helmets at first. Too enclosed. Muzzy’s helmet had to be slightly larger to accommodate his wonderful ears, so that meant everyone else’s had to be slightly larger also so he didn’t feel left out.
Zemo took them all to the zero G centre afterwards. That was a great success with the Cats. As soon as they had finished, Jamie and Muzz wanted to do it again. And then again. Everyone else retired to the cafeteria, while Zemo took the Cats into free fall twenty times until they got bored and wanted food. Even so, they couldn’t stop talking about it all the way home, and had to be physically restrained from climbing out of one of the car windows to get up onto the roof and car surf home.
Zemo had some practice space helmets made, for everyone, not just the Cats, along with personalised loose shiny-fabric space jumpsuits.
To help with acclimatisation, Zemo liked to use the carrot, not the stick. Each helmet had a food tube attached to the inside, to release a little reward while they were being worn. Jamie’s was full of strawberry milkshake, Muzzy’s was chocolate milk. Bucky and Seb didn’t need acclimatisation, but Bucky’s had bourbon and Seb’s had tequila. Zemo and Dani didn’t feel the need for anything, and left theirs empty.
Jamie and Muzz soon took to wandering around with their fishbowl helmets on all the time, and their space jumpsuits, to get used to them, to play. Everybody had navy blue jumpsuits with red and gold piping, but the Cats wanted to be different. Jamie chose a dark silver-grey jumpsuit with blue and purple piping, whereas Muzzy’s was gold, accented with green and black.
The Cats couldn’t wait to go to the moon and do a space walk. They kept badgering Zemo, who patiently and good-naturedly repeated that they unfortunately had to wait until their proper suits were ready, and must also have another fitting first. So, probably nearer to the end of the month. But he promised to take them back to the free fall centre every week until then. That seemed to satisfy them. Zemo was secretly very pleased at their enthusiasm and at how well they were getting used to the helmets.
He had also asked Oeznik to create a pilot simulator suite in one of the outer barns, so people could get used to the commands for both the ship and the shuttles, and interact with the onboard AI programme: IONE (Intelligent Omnipresent Nurturing Energy).
Bucky was a little concerned about what might happen with 2 Supersoldiers and 2 hybrid Supersoldier Cats on board one spaceship.
“Don’t worry, darling,” said Zemo, affectionately. “I have had the ship reinforced throughout with Vibranium and Adamantium. To hopefully withstand any little accidents in space.” He rubbed his hands up the outside of Bucky’s arms. “Not that there will be anything of that nature, of course.” He twinkled at Bucky.
Bucky huffed.
“You’ll feel much better when you actually see it, and get to walk around in it,” said Zemo.
“When exactly will that be?” asked Bucky.
“Patience is a virtue, mein Schatz,” purred Zemo.
Bucky shrugged. “I’d quite like to have a go at piloting it.”
Zemo nodded encouragingly. “It’s really quite intuitive, if you wish to manually pilot. Ione is already attuned to your voiceprint and biometrics, if you don’t. You should have no problem with the shuttles, or even the main controls. But I’ll schedule some practice sessions on the simulator when it’s completed.”
*
Part 2
Jamie and Muzz were in the kitchens preparing lunch. The others were lounging in the tv room, but hadn’t bothered to put the tv on yet. They were talking about the surfing invitation from Gabriel and whether they could fit it in and go for a wine tasting at Martín’s before their space flight.
Jamie came rushing in through the doors, a big exuberant grin on his face.
“Yippee. I did it! I did it! I can make gnocchi. Come on. Come on. Try it. It’s yummy.”
“How wonderful, my darling,” said Zemo.
“Yes,” answered Jamie, still grinning. “We’ve set up lunch outside, if you wouldn’t mind.”
Jamie crossed to Zemo and pulled him up out of his chair, ushering him out of the door. As he began to walk to the kitchens, Muzzy directed him out of the house and into the orchard grove. Jamie went back to pull up Bucky, and hurry everyone else along with them.
The Cats had put a big table and chairs out in the orchard for lunch. They had covered it in a red and white checkered cloth, and brought out some lovely Delftware crockery, along with pale blue linen napkins, a big jug of iced water, and another of lemonade. There were vases overflowing with oxeye daisies and multicoloured tulips and bright yellow daffodils.
And there, in the centre, was Jamie’s homemade gnocchi with peas and bacon in a creamy garlic sauce; hot crusty bread and golden salted butter; a bowl of mixed nuts; a fine cheeseboard, with grapes and dark sweet cherries; a platter of thick melon slices; and two types of baklava: honey or rose water, and the rose water one came with tiny chunks of sugar-dusted Turkish Delight on the side.
“Oh, this looks marvellous,” said Zemo, rubbing his hands together as Jamie showed him to his chair.
The others agreed, making appropriate noises of appreciation as they seated themselves and filled their plates.
Jamie waited expectantly while Zemo took his first mouthful of gnocchi. He made exaggerated swooning expressions as he ate. “Oh, my Jamie. This is quite delicious. You are evidently becoming a most wonderful chef.” He tucked in to another mouthful, rolling his eyes with pleasure.
Jamie preened, and watched delightedly as everyone sampled his cooking with obvious relish.
“Lovely,” said Bucky.
“Mmmmm,” murmured Sebastián.
“So good,” said Daniil.
Muzzy nudged him, smiling. “I told you it was lovely,” he murmured. “You can cook.”
“Indeed,” said Zemo. “Perhaps you could make this for us every week.”
Jamie blushed, and took his first proper mouthful. He had to admit, it really wasn’t bad.
“Thanks for teaching me, Muzz,” he said, smiling over at Muzzy.
Muzzy smiled back infectiously. “Not at all, mon ami. You didn’t really need my help at all.”
While they were eating, a small red squirrel came bounding across the grass towards Jamie. It stopped by his leg and put its little hand on Jamie’s shin. Paused. Looked up at Jamie and tilted its head in a very Zemo-esque way. Jamie chittered at it conversationally and it scampered up his leg and onto Jamie’s lap for food. Jamie offered it a hazelnut, which it took and then scampered off.
Jamie looked up, smiling, to find everyone had gone quiet, gazing at him expectantly. He looked over at Muzz, who shrugged unconcernedly around a mouthful of melon.
“Um… Yeah,“ said Jamie. “We’ve become good friends. That was Fidget.” He twisted in his chair to hitch his thumb over at one of the cherry trees, where a couple more squirrels could be seen jumping along the branches. “That one over there is Chatter. And maybe we’ll see Russet later. She might bring her kits along. She’s got three: Sunlight, Branch and Whiskers. Don’t eat all the nuts, please. They like them. And can we save some of the cherries?”
*
Part 3
The spaceship simulation suite was finally finished in the outer barn and Zemo was using it to teach/remind Daniil how to pilot the planet hopper. He promised to show Bucky later, but Dani was getting flashes of memory about it, so he thought it best to show him first. After which, they were taking the copter to spend some time at the Sokovian Memorial, and then visit some old haunts. Daniil was feeling maudlin, and Zemo was of a mind to indulge him and support his resurfacing memories. They may not be back until tomorrow.
Muzz and Jamie were sunning themselves outside, lying on their stomachs in the meadow behind the house, practicing their trills and clicks to attract insects and birds.
Bucky was in the kitchen, sipping coffee, just idly looking through the window. He was drifting, watching the clouds and the wind moving through the trees. He could hear the clicks and rapid fire chitters of the Cats. It was really quite remarkable how well they could mimic the sound of crickets and grasshoppers.
Sebastián wandered through to the kitchen. He could smell the coffee that Bucky had made, and he fancied a brew. He saw Bucky standing in front of the counter, sidelit by the sun, outlined in gold. He stopped short. Caught his breath. The light was doing things to Bucky’s vibranium arm: glinting from his shoulder casing, throwing sparkles from his bicep, running like molten gold across the plates.
Sebastián walked towards Bucky as if he was seeing him anew. He remembered having the metal arm himself. He remembered the vibranium arm. He almost missed it. Or did he? How could he describe what he felt: his false memories giving him illusions.
He came up behind Bucky and put his arms around his waist, laid his chin on Bucky’s vibranium shoulder, breathed in his scent: warm and musky and coffee-laden.
Bucky grunted a hello, leant his head sideways to brush against Seb’s; then put down his coffee cup and leaned back fully against Sebastián.
Sebastián slid his hand slowly, reverently down Bucky’s left arm, gliding over the smooth vibranium plates, sliding over the muscles, lingering at the bicep, sliding round and under the elbow, along the forearm, over the back of Bucky’s hand, spreading his fingers to push them through Bucky’s fingers, curling them into Bucky’s palm.
Bucky lifted his hand to let him, watching him side-on, breathing easy.
“I love your prosthetic,” Seb said, wonderingly. “It’s so beautiful.” He released Bucky’s palm, and moved his hand back along Bucky’s forearm.
Bucky shrugged.
“Like you are,” Sebastián added, sliding the flat of his hand around Bucky’s bicep.
Bucky huffed.
“Look at the colouring. The way it catches the light.” He used his fingertips to delicately trace the gold in between the plates. “This black and gold… it reminds me of computer circuitry.”
He moved himself round to the front. “The detail is amazing. I don’t remember it quite like this.”
Bucky murmured “Yeah?”
Sebastián stopped in front of Bucky and propped himself up against the countertop, never once losing contact with Bucky’s arm. He slipped his fingers under Bucky’s elbow, moving down the underside of his forearm to his wrist and lifted the hand to his face. He threaded his fingers back through Bucky’s fingers, looked up at Bucky owlishly, his long hair falling across his eyes. He looked back down at Bucky’s hand, turning it in his own, sighing with admiration.
“Look at the fingernails, the knuckles… Can you feel this?” He rubbed his thumb across the side of Bucky’s hand.
“Course,” grunted Bucky.
“Close your eyes.”
Bucky’s lips quirked in a quick smile, but he closed his eyes.
“What about this?”
“Uh huh.”
“Where am I touching you now?”
“Forearm.”
“Now?”
“Palm.”
“Now?”
“Little finger.”
“Now?” he asked, bringing Bucky’s fingers to his mouth to kiss, watching Bucky expectantly.
“Mmmmm,” grated Bucky and he opened his eyes.
Sebastián turned Bucky’s hand upward to kiss the palm, all the while looking at Bucky. He closed his eyes to lick out across the palm and heard/ felt Bucky moan - soft and low. His dick twitched. He opened his eyes to find Bucky staring at him intently.
Bucky’s cock started to fill out. He held himself still, held his breath for a moment.
Sebastián placed Bucky’s hand on his own cheek and leaned into it, moulding it around the side of his face. Bucky slowly curled his fingers around Seb’s cheek.
Sebastián turned his head to bite gently at the pad beneath Bucky’s first finger, moved to take that finger into his mouth, sucking gently, moaning softly as he sucked on it.
Bucky took a deep slow breath, leaned in to Seb.
Sebastián stalled, looked at Bucky. He was so close now, he could feel the heat of him.
Bucky brought his other hand up to Seb’s face, gently moved some hair out of Seb’s eyes, moved himself closer, moved his vibranium finger deeper into Seb’s mouth.
Sebastián sucked around it, sealed his mouth to it, eyes closing briefly: lashes long and dark against his cheeks.
Bucky curled his finger into Seb’s mouth, pulled him closer, so close, eyes searching his face.
“Your eyes are different,” he whispered throatily.
Sebastián opened his mouth to release Bucky’s finger. Bucky moved his hands to thread through Seb’s hair, to frame his face.
“What do you see?” Seb asked.
“Maybe it’s the longer hair casting shadows,” whispered Bucky thoughtfully, “but your eyes are a deeper blue, a darker blue. Like cobalt, like the sea off the Baltic coast.”
Seb’s eyes moved across Bucky’s. “In this light,” he said, “yours have a purple shade to them, like bluebells or the dusky sky just before sunset.”
Sebastián swallowed. Smiled. Then his demeanour changed. He straightened up. Grinned cheekily. Cocked his head.
Bucky grinned back, curious, dropped his hands from Seb’s face.
Seb pushed his groin against Bucky’s. “Hey Buck. Wanna fuck?”
Bucky, smiling, didn’t miss a beat. “Hey Hoe. How long can you go?”
Seb, grinning. “Buckaroo. All day for you.”
Bucky, laughing. “Basti-yan. I have a plan.”
Seb, laughing. “I bet you do.”
Bucky, pressing himself into Seb’s erection, moving his hands to Seb’s hips, pulling him closer. “You know, Bastián. You shouldn’t have a Glock in the house, let alone in your pants.”
Seb, moving his hands to Bucky’s waist. “All my bullets are for you, Buck.”
Bucky, starting to lift up Seb’s t-shirt. “Sure they are. You wanna be top or bottom?”
Seb, unbuckling Bucky’s jeans. “Both. Either.”
Bucky, pulling Seb’s t-shirt over his head. “Excellent. Me too.” Throwing Seb’s top carelessly onto the floor.
Seb, shaking out his hair, moving his hands back down to grip Bucky’s top. “So, what do you wanna be first?”
Bucky, unfastening Seb’s trousers. “Top.”
Seb, lifting a hip and moving one hand round to slap his own backside. “Climb aboard, Buckaroo. This ass is for you.”
Bucky, grinning. “OK, then.” He checked the time. “Let’s see how long we can go.”
He shucked out of his jeans as Seb kicked off his own. Then he bent to pick Sebastián up to take him upstairs, but Seb hopped off before he could straighten up. “No way,” said Sebastián, laughing. “You need to conserve your strength.” He picked Bucky up instead. Bucky huffed out an unexpected laugh, and let Sebastián lift him into his arms. He took the opportunity to squeeze Seb’s bicep. “Not bad,” he said, legs swinging, as Seb carried him out of the kitchen, into the hallway and up the staircase.
*
Once in Seb’s room, Sebastián put Bucky down. Straightened. Thought for a second.
“Let’s not make it a competition, Buck,” he said, moving his hands over Bucky’s chest. “Let’s just…”
Bucky stopped him with a finger across his lips. “It’s ok. I know what you mean.”
Bucky wrapped his hand around the back of Seb’s head, pulled him close and whispered “I know exactly what you need.”
*
Much later, in the kitchen, Jamie and Muzzy walked in on Bucky and Sebastián naked, guzzling pints of milk and pouring bottles of water over their heads. Steam rose gently as the water cascaded over them. Seb shook out his hair, scattering water droplets everywhere. Bucky ran a hand over his own shorter hair, flicking off the excess water.
That wasn’t the only thing dripping from them. They were trailing drops of opalescent cum. Dribbles of it were sliding down their inner thighs, on their stomachs, chests and shoulders, on their back - all over in fact.
Jamie moved closer, sniffing, eyes wide. He sidled up to wipe a smear of cum from Seb’s cheek. Brought it to his mouth to suck thoughtfully, head tilted, ears up.
“Watcha upto?” he asked.
Muzzy moved over to Bucky, also sniffing. Ears up. “That’s a lot of cum,” he said, sliding a finger through a large droplet on Bucky’s collarbone. “How long have you been going so far?” He licked his finger delicately.
Bucky checked the time. “5 hours, 52 minutes.” He stretched lazily, joints popping.
Sebastián looked over to him, smirking, “You tired?” he asked.
Bucky smirked back. “Hell no. You?”
Seb answered. “Nope. Let’s get back to it!”
Jamie put a hand on Seb’s arm. “Can we play?” He looked down at Seb’s fat cock. Twitched his tail.
Muzz put his palm on Bucky’s chest. “Please?” He moved his hand slowly southwards.
Bucky stroked his dick, grinning. “Yeah, I think so. C’m’ere Spots. Wanna ride on my cock while we go upstairs?”
Seb, arms wide, cock bobbing. “Same here, JJ. Hop on.”
Jamie and Muzz grinned at each other and stripped off.
Muzzy did a standing leap onto Bucky’s waist. He wrapped his legs around Bucky’s torso, put one hand on his shoulder and twisted slightly so he could reach around for Bucky’s cock and slide onto it. “Oh, mmm,” he sighed blissfully as he sank fully onto Bucky’s dick. He raised his tail and pushed himself down. He put his hands back on Bucky’s shoulders. Then he gripped him.
Bucky put his hands under Muzzy’s bum and started walking him out of the kitchen. “Hang on, Muzz. Don’t grip yet. I’ll never make it upstairs.”
Muzz grinned and gripped harder, wiggling joyously on Bucky’s thick cock. He moaned. Breathed. “Who says you have to, Daddy?”
Bucky barely made it to the bottom of the stairway, before he had to fuck Muzzy up against the wall.
Back in the kitchen, Jamie leapt onto Sebastián. Slid onto his cock, already squeezing, moaning, squirming.
Seb, put his hands on Jamie’s hips as he walked them out. “Wait JJ. Don’t move so much.”
“Oh, oh Sebby. I don’t think I can.” Tail swishing.
“Don’t squeeze yet,” pleaded Sebastián, reaching the bottom of the stairs only to see Bucky pounding Muzzy into the wall. “Fu-uck.”
Jamie moaned and bit into Seb’s neck. “Fuck me, Sebby. Fuck meeee.” He pushed at him until Sebastián sat backwards on the bottom stairs so Jamie could bounce on his cock.
Pretty soon both Cats were yowling out their orgasms and arcing fat ropes of catcum onto their partners’ chests, and not long after that Buck and Seb were filling up their Cats with pure serum laden jizz.
A pause. A breather.
Muzz flung his arms above his head, still impaled on Bucky’s cock, back up against the wall, eyes closed for a moment, letting his beautiful Bucky fill him and hold him up. Jamie sat back on Seb’s dick, gyrating slowly, gazing at his lovely face, squelching around his cum.
By some unspoken agreement, both Cats pushed themselves off their lovers, stood and shook off the blobs of cum dripping from their arse. They turned to each other and grinned ferally. Muzz walked over to take Jamie’s hand. They looked back at Bucky and Seb watching them.
“Race you!” they said, laughing, and started to run up the stairs, ears up, tails high, taking the steps three at a time.
Bucky and Sebastián looked at each other, chests covered in thick catcum, cocks dripping. They sighed exaggeratedly, then grinned. They each sneaked a fingerful of creamy catcum.
“It shouldn’t taste this good,” said Sebastián.
“Who cares?” said Bucky.
Sebastián stood. “Round three,” he said.
“Race ya!” said Bucky, pushing him back down as he ran past him up the stairs.
“Oi!” yelled Seb, scrambling up and racing after him.
*
Much much later, they were all lying together on the big 4 poster in Muzzy’s room. Bucky was spooned around Muzz. Sebastián was lying on his back, next to him, with Jamie tucked up under one arm.
Bucky was lazily trailing his fingers up and down Muzzy’s side, nuzzling at the back of his neck. Muzzy was scooched up close, using Bucky’s vibranium arm as a pillow, stroking his fingers along the iridescent plates of his inner forearm.
Bucky moved his hand up to brush up the side of one of Muzzy’s ears, watched it twitch lazily with the attention. He gently brushed the furry tufts. So soft. He marvelled at the complexity of them - how intricate and agile they were, the way they could rotate independently, the intense tawny colours, and the pale silky inner skin.
He sighed, breathed out against Muzzy’s neck.
“My cute lil Muzzy,” he whispered, watching Muzzy’s ears twitch around in response to his voice.
“Whose tufts are so fuzzy.” He felt Muzzy giggle against him. He moved his hand down to Muzz’ stomach - warm and silky soft.
“His belly as well.” He snugged him close.
“It’s just a pity you smell!”
It took a second, before he felt Muzzy tense.
“Oi!” said Muzzy indignantly, squirming round to face him. Bucky couldn’t stop the big grin forming on his face. Muzzy looked at his dopey face and he smiled in return, his pupils going huge. They heard Seb suppressing a giggle, and Jamie popped his head up over Seb’s chest, watching.
Muzzy laughed silently, showing his sharp white canines. He switched into seduction mode - his body moulding to Bucky’s, his arms gliding over Bucky’s hips and chest, throwing one long leg over Bucky’s thigh.
“James, my beloved,” he purred, pushing to turn Bucky onto his back. Seb looked over smiling.
“Who likes getting head,” he continued, moving up to straddle Bucky’s groin, putting his hands on Bucky’s shoulders. Jamie sat up next to Seb, put a hand on Seb’s chest, smiling, open mouthed, showing his canines.
“Your cock is so strong.” Muzzy murmured, gyrating against Bucky’s thickening dick.
“It won’t take me long.” He slid down, moving so that Bucky’s cock slid into the space between his buttocks.
“To make you supine.” He leaned forward, putting his face close to Bucky’s. His eyes were huge. Bucky was mesmerised.
“And claim you as mine.” Muzzy kissed him on the cheek, then sat back with an air of triumph.
Bucky grinned and put his hands on Muzzy’s hips. “I’m yours already, Doll,” he said.
*
Zemo and Daniil returned to a seemingly empty house, but there was a strange/ familiar musky smell, and the kitchen area was littered with abandoned clothing, dirty plates and empty bottles of milk and water.
As they surveyed the mess, they heard creaking from upstairs. Following the sounds, they arrived outside Muzzy’s room. The door was slightly ajar. Zemo poked his head in to see the guys in a naked heap in the middle of Muzzy’s large 4 poster bed. Bedsheets and blankets were strewn haphazardly all over the bed, floor, couch, table. There was cum everywhere.
Zemo stepped over the threshold and wrinkled his nose, Daniil close behind him. They stood side by side, and folded their arms, tutting and shaking their heads.
“It’s like a Jackson Pollock in here,” said Zemo.
Bucky opened up a sleepy eye.
“Oh, hey. You’re back,” he murmured, his voice muffled by Muzzy’s shoulder. Muzzy’s tail twitched a lazy hello.
“It would seem so,” whispered Zemo, huskily.
“S’up,” said Sebastián, from where his head rested between Jamie’s legs.
Jamie stuck his head up, flicked his ears and smiled, exposing his teeth. “MoMo,” he said throatily, sleepily. “DanDan. We missed you.”
Daniil and Zemo just looked around the room. Tutted again, then smiled at each other.
They turned to the group.
“Are you very tired?” asked Zemo.
“Or is there some life left in you yet?” finished Daniil.
Bucky grunted. Lifted his head. “I know that tone,” he murmured. He sat up and ran a hand through his short hair. He nudged Sebastián, who grinned back at him, then nodded.
“Look,” said Bucky. “We’re not too tired to fuck.” He smiled lazily at Zemo and Daniil. “But we’re definitely too tired to tidy up.”
“Well, in that case,” smirked Zemo, taking off his jacket. “I am prepared to leave the tidying until later.”
***