Meet Bucky
Bucky hummed as he sipped the fruity thing Steve had made him promise to drink tonight. They had a deal, Bucky would only drink the drinks Steve chose, but he could buy as many as he wanted. Steve seemed determined to find a drink at the bar that Bucky couldn’t get drunk on.
Steve didn’t understand.
Bucky grimaced as he glanced down at his arm as it was jostled. The only feeling he really had was in his hand. The arm nerves were tied off for “future development work”. Bucky didn’t know if he loved the thing or hated it.
He’d been half out of his mind when he’s signed up for the trial. He’d managed to save his group, though they hadn’t been able to get to the hostage in time to save him, but he’d lost his arm int he process. Steve said the lawyers and doctors had been waiting for them at the army hospital. They’d been waiting for a good trial a=patient. Bucky and Steve had both signed him up.
Of course, the brass had given him medical discharge. Down a real arm meant no use and the trial needed him stateside for tests that always made his teeth hurt. And he couldn’t go to a competitor. Hammer Inc had that written in the contract that Bucky’d have to pay for the removal of the arm and its software before agreeing to any other prosthetic trial.
Considering the thing was about as user friendly as a Windows Error Message, Bucky had given serious thoughts to just ripping the damn thing off his body.
But then he’d truly be down an arm. The metal arm may be a pain and sometimes glitchy. But it was better than no arm.
When Steve got home 6 months later, they’d joined up with a few other guys out of the service to form a security and investigative company. They didn’t have any big clients, but a few smaller repeater gigs were happening. Bucky knew Phil, their money guy, was stressed about how close tot he brink the company was. Sooner or later, unless they got some good contracts, they’d have to start cutting dead weight.
Like Bucky.
Bucky sighed and downed the fruity drink that made his teeth fuzzy. He considered getting another but a warm body knocked into his back, shoving him against the bar before he could make up his mind.
“Whoops! Who put this bar in the middle of the dance floor?” A tipsy brunet drawled at him as he draped an arm over his shoulder. The glassy brown eyes and floppy brown hair made for an attractive distraction and Bucky shrugged, grinning.
“Architects. They never build enough dance space.”
The man laughed and reached around Bucky to pick up his near empty glass. The guy chased the last drops be fore blinking at it and then the line of glasses the barkeep hadn’t quite taken away yet. “-re you tryin’ to get drunk using this?!?”
“A friend recommended it.” Bucky shot back at him before turning around, purposefully bringing up his metal arm.
The brown eyes sharpened on it and Bucky suddenly had a very aggressive barnacle cuddling his metal arm. “Oh sweet Tesla, look at this! I found a cyborg! Such sweet metal but…what’s this?”
The man jerked back to look at the shoulder where HammerTech logo sat. “HammerTech?!? What even! Does it even move?”
Bucky rolled his eyes. Good enough to know he wasn’t going to get ragged o for his arm. He wrapped the arm around the blabbering man and pulled him close, “Enough to dance with.” Bucky growled.
A wide grin spread across the man’s face. “Well, hello handsome! Oh, yes, dancing and grinding and maybe some horizontal dancing and grinding!”
Bucky chuckled and let his drinking plans for the night get put on hold long enough to spin them into the each of dancers. The lithe figure cut a nice image, muscular but not buff. He looked like he hadn’t quite found his late muscle growth yet. It wasn’t until the entire floor, Bucky included, sang out to the chorus of Sweet Caroline because the DJ was a secret softy for oldies redone to a pop rock tempo, that Bucky finally recognized that Van Dyke.
He was dancing with Tony Stark.
He was glad the chorus of this song was so ingrained in everyone’s soul that no one noticed his mini freak out. Stark International was the best at weapons and security systems on the market. Clint had bragged often that he’d snuck past a version of Stark Security Systems several years ago. Of course, since Tony took over after his father’s death, they’d improved a lot a bit.
As a soldier, Bucky knew that under Howard Stark’s leadership, no one made better weapons hardware. But Tony’s leadership had jettisoned the company into software and firmware end of defense and weapons. Stark guns never misfire and Stark Missiles always fly true. But Tony Stark had shifted the focus out of the military and into the home. In the last five years, he’d become a household name.
And the hostage that Bucky had been trying, and failed to rescue when he lost his arm was Howard Stark.
Bucky glanced back at the bar wondering if he should renege on his deal with Steve and simply ply himself with the strongest moonshine Natasha had in her basement. Tony Stark was actually dancing with him and interested in him! He couldn’t possibly know that Bucky had failed to rescue his father. Which meant, he’d picked Bucky out of a crowd as good looking.
It certainly wasn’t his dancing tonight, anyway. Bucky felt like he had 4 left feet. But Tony kept circling back to him in the crowd, cuddling close to his chest and then turning to grind his bubble butt against Bucky’s boner.
Which reminded Bucky of the other reason Tony Stark was so famous. He would only sleep with someone who agreed to marry him. He always divorced them the next morning, but the perks of being Tony’s spouse ad made the whole thing a sort of game show by the media.
Bucky looked down at Tony as he gripped those thin hips and pulled them together. Tony was clearly up for fun tonight and Bucky decided then and there that if Tony offered, he’d say yes.
Besides the fall out with Steve was sure to be hysterically entertaining.
Tony groaned as he dragged his top choice for the night against him. He’d submitted a new corporate security system to the board today as a compromise to his latest medical submission. The metal arm on this man was beautiful, if it hadn’t been made by Hammer. Tony’d put one on the market 2 years ago but Hammer’s contracts made replacing them with a Stark equivalent a pain, and an expensive one. So far they hadn’t found a recipient willing to go through the process enough for Tony and his legal team to iron out the kinks.
Of course none of them were as pretty as this one. With full red lips and wavy brown hair, to pair with the absolute hardware kink Tony had revving his engine, this specimen of modern man was beautiful. And he could dance!
Strong hands rested on his hips, pulling them together for some grinding, before trailing forward to rub against his stomach above his belt. The other was doing distracting scratches to his thigh and Tony shivered. The force and concentration from that arm was a thing of beauty.
The breathy whisper in his ear gasped to the beat of the music and the crowd. Tony loved this energy. He got his best work done on this kind of high.
Flashing lights and sweaty bodies swayed through the night as he felt himself start to climb from the upright desire to the horizontal desires. He shuffled them to one side of the room and tilted his head, giving his partner open access to nip and bite as his neck.
“You want to continue this, we’re gonna have to leave the crowd.” Tony groaned into his ear.
“Oh, I want.” The soft voice growled.
“Enough to sign a document first?” Tony whimpered as the thin hands toyed with his zipper without providing any real pressure.
The man grinned, “I'm James Barnes and I'm up for a whirlwind marriage and sexcapades for one night.”
Tony paused briefly, but odds were getting better and better that his chosen partner recognized him so he shrugged it off. As he felt a buzz from JARVIS as he started his search.
Tony spun and faced his new possible fiancee. “Was that a proposal, cuz most people think those things should be romantic.”
James snorted. “If you wanted romance, you wouldn’t have the divorce papers printed already.” He leaned closer. “Are we going to have a night of sex or should I return to nursing that fruity cloud my friend gave me for the night?”
Tony felt a triplicate beep in his pocket and grinned. “I think you’ll do nicely.”
James grinned and let Tony grip his hand to drag him out, laughing. A car was already waiting for them. JARVIS and Happy were very efficient. Tony barely waved at Happy before climbing on James’s lap and drawing him into a deep kiss meant to distract him from the fact that they’d have to calm their boners enough to sign three documents.
James gasped and reached around to grab and massage Tony’s butt, shoving Tony’s cock against his abs.
Tony gasp and arced his back. James took advantage of that to latch onto Tony’s nipple through his shirt and grip it tight, almost threatening a touch of pain. Tony mewled at that and shuddered before James let go to lave the fabric with what promised to be a very dexterous tongue.
Tony let him go and just rode the sensation until the car came to a gentle stop and the door opened. Tony took a deep breath and pulled James to sit up and get out the car. Yinsen and Ivan were already in Tony’s common room. He’d taken to warning them if he was planning to club hop that night. Jarvis had of course given them the heads up to Tony’s success to find a partner.
Ivan stepped forward with a grin. “Here is the pre-nup, including you leave the marriage with what you enter with plus whatever you spend in the duration of the wedlock. If one spouse delays signing a divorce proceeding by more than travel time to the papers and time to read the proceedings, they forfeit all stock holdings to the soon to be ex-spouse and owe the ex spouse an amount summing to the annual income of the soon to be ex spouse. Any photographs taken during the marriage are considered confidential, blah blah blah.” Ivan joked as he set the paper in front oo the two horny dancers.
James scanned the page briefly before signing it next to Tony’s name. Yinsen officiated the actual ceremony of 5 minutes, witnessed by Happy and Ivan.
As soon as James signed the certificate, Tony grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into a filthy kiss.
They had a honeymoon to celebrate.