Chapter 2
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"Mornin' gorgeous you're up early" He quips as he leans past Tony to snag his toothbrush from the sink, trying to exude normalcy and casualness even though he wants to pick Tony up and squeeze him until he knows how much he loves him.
But he's aware that that would only confuse Tony and possibly stop him breathing.
Instead, he pecks him on the cheek mindful of his morning breath and sticks his toothbrush in his mouth, amused at the cat-like slant of Tony's eyes towards him, warm yet distracted as he concentrates on shaving.
"I had to deal with this" He murmurs in answer, moving the blade precisely over his chin
"It drives me mad when it's due to be tidied up at the edges and I don't have the time to do it"
He's speaking carefully, ostensibly because of the very sharp blade travelling across his face but also because, Bucky knows, he's lying.
He watches pleasantly and raises his eyebrows in response around a mouthful of foam.
It never ceases to amaze him just how extra foamy toothpaste and bodywash and all that is nowadays.
In the 40's the weak strings of bubbles were pathetic and a weird consistency and- he stops his train of thought as it really is utterly pointless and just the kind of groggy musings that build in your head when you're brushing your teeth or whatever, building up like the uncontrollable mountain of foam in his mouth actually and he apologetically nudges past Tony to spit it out.
The corner of Tony's mouth is curling fondly as he carefully speaks around the razor.
"I've told you once I've told you a million times hon, put less toothpaste on your tooth-brush and then you won't have to deal with drowning in foam and I won't have to tell the press that your undignified death was-
He pauses for breath and briskly rinses the razor under the tap Bucky has just hit on.
"-all my fault 'cause I couldn't teach a super-soldier from the forties how much tooth paste to put on his toothbrush and how I'll ne-
"I like your beard, it feels great when you give me a blow job" Bucky interrupts with a wicked smile, taking advantage of the fact that Tony is yet to put the razor back to his face and that Bucky now has a mouth free of foam once again.
The weird choking noise in the back of his throat that Tony always makes when he's surprised or embarrassed by something never fails to make warmth rise in Bucky's chest.
His dark eyes dart to Bucky's face and down again as he mutters
"Shut up Barnes it's too early for your shenanigans"
Bucky just leans on the mirror crossing his arms and watches fondly as Tony finishes shaving.
He smiles, undeterred by Tony's muttering and watches the pink slowly building high on Tony's cheeks, smile only widening like a cat that got the cream.
Whoever said that Tony was a sex maniac they- well they were right- but they had clearly never come to the infinitely more special realisation that in a steady relationship Tony was as sweet as candy and as shy as a kitten sometimes.
Tony's eyes dart back to him again as he rinses his razor a final time and puts it back in its place.
Bucky waits patiently until he's finished puttering and then crowds him against the sink and buries his face in Tony's neck, breathing in his scent and maybe having a little taste of his earlobe, possibly with his teeth, just how he knows will make Tony shiver involuntarily.
He isn't disappointed as Tony twitches in his embrace; he hears the click of his jaw as he opens his mouth to say something.
However, he decides to curtail whatever Tony is going to say and chews a little more firmly on the tan skin of his neck, he doesn't bite down hard enough or for long enough to make a bruise appear, but he does relish the warm give of Tony's newly shaved jaw line against his tongue where it blurs slightly with recent weight gain.
This is enough to remind him of his mission and he hums against his skin causing Tony to squirm slightly.
As an afterthought he grabs Tony's thighs and effortlessly lifts him onto the counter beside the sink.
The smaller man makes another delicious “oh” in the back of his throat and Bucky hides his grin in the join of Tony's neck to his shoulder where his t-shirt has slipped down.
Mainly because it's actually Bucky's t shirt and doesn't really fit Tony but Bucky will die before he says anything because Tony always looks adorable in his shirts and if he even suggests it Tony will say he is not adorable and will never wear his clothes again.
Bucky can't help but crowd tony a little closer to him at that unwelcome thought.
"You're in the mood of something,” Tony points out wryly, finally getting his tongue to obey him beyond making repressed noises.
“’M always in the mood of you doll” Bucky tells his neck.
He feels Tony’s face twitch and knows that he’s warring between smiling dopily at Bucky’s compliment and rolling his eyes.
“Sure” He settles on sarcasm.
“Damn straight” Bucky reiterates, deciding to ignore the sarcasm all together.
Instead, he attempts to step even closer to Tony, although that seems impossible.
He presses right up between Tony’s legs, his front aligned seamlessly with Tony’s soft torso.
Tony tenses.
Only for a millisecond, it could be tenuously passed off as a reflex, which it is of sorts.
Except Bucky knows that it’s not a reflex of surprise, but rather one of insecurity.
He decides not to comment, letting Tony think he didn’t notice and unlaces his hands from behind Tony’s back.
Humming contentedly into Tony’s neck again, he directs his hands over the engineers back, gliding up and down with the barest of fingernails.
He revels in the involuntary shiver from his boyfriend combined with a hitch and hum of breath.
He decides to pull his face away from the warm haven of Tony’s neck and looks the brunette in the eye.
“Hi” He says cheekily, grinning when he sees the pink flush heating Tony’s golden skin delightfully.
Tony’s eyes flicker, darting from Bucky’s face to the wall of the bathroom, clearing his throat
“H-hey”
Bucky’s lungs compress at his boyfriend’s flustered demeanour and he squeezes him a little.
His dick twitches a little at the soft give of his sides.
God this is torture.
But he has to do this properly.
Before he starts though...
He kisses Tony, properly this time and the engineer reciprocates eagerly, his own hands travelling from Bucky’s elbows to his torso and so Bucky returns the favour.
Allowing his hands to wander as they want, kneading gently at Tony’s hips, his thumbs massaging the extra flesh and then running his palm smoothly up his navel, over the soft swell of his stomach and up to his nipple.
Tony inhales sharply but before he can squirm and hide Bucky runs his hands back down again, just barely resisting the urge to massage his stomach and sides properly and instead settling back on Tony’s hips, fingers appreciating the generous curve of his ass.
Then he leans on his elbows so he’s looking up at Tony sitting on the counter instead of matching his height and asks the million-dollar question.
“So, what do ya wanna do for dinner tonight Doll?”
The reaction is immediate, Tony’s eyes flickering to the floor for a second before he shrugs a shoulder and tries to answer casually.
“I’m…I could care less Buckaroo, not really feeling fancy dinners tonight…work stuff and all that”
Bucky resists the urge to level Tony with a knowing look and instead hums.
“Alright babe, if you don’t wanna go out then how about I make that mac ‘n’ cheese you like so much…or my lasagne”
He watches Tony inhale and swallow as he plays with Bucky’s hands where they’re intertwined with his own.
He takes a little longer than usual to answer but again Bucky doesn’t let him know that he knows something’s amiss.
With Tony it’s all about the right time and approach.
“Wh-How does takeout sound?” He responds.
Bucky feels a frown wanting to pull at his forehead, but he pushes it down when he undresses Tony’s scheme.
He knows that the billionaire will just pretend to want one cuisine and then when the time comes will pretend to change his mind and get a salad from whoever they order from.
Cleverly using his own compulsive personality to hide the fact that that was his plan all along.
That and the reality that he is in fact partial to a well-made salad will conceal his real motives.
However, Bucky knows that the last thing Tony wants is a salad right now and is instead unnecessarily punishing himself.
Luckily, he knows how to combat this.
“Okay doll, takeout sounds great” He beams, insides hurting a bit when he sees the relief on Tony’s face that he agreed to it.
They also twist a little with guilt when he continues
“But I got a condition, we gotta order from that new restaurant- y’know the one you were so excited about? I’m desperate to try it out too now- we’ll make it nice yeah? I know you wanted to go the restaurant but if you’re tired then we’ll have it delivered- then, when it proves to be delicious, we’ll go to the actual restaurant another night when we’re in the mood of dressing up nice and being fancy and then it’s not a pain if we get there all dolled up and the food ain’t up to scratch- cause this way we’ll know” He says enthusiastically.
If the situation wasn’t so sad then Bucky would laugh at the mild horror Tony is trying to conceal on his face at the fact that he’s sealed his own fate.
His insides squirm uncomfortably again when he knows he’s won because Tony can never find it in himself to deny Bucky, he nearly always wants to please him, show him all the wonderful things in the world.
This will be no different.
“Sounds…”, Tony swallows, “Sounds perfect hun”
Bucky squeezes his thighs, gliding one hand up his knee flirtatiously, trying to conceal the pain he’s feeling at tricking Tony, knowing that Tony is trying to conceal what he’s feeling too.
It feels stupid instead of just talking it out but if experience has taught him anything it’s that broaching something delicate with Tony is…well…delicate.
It needs to be the right circumstance.
“Can’t wait”, he purrs, “We’ll make it nice yeah? It’s a date babe…just in sweatpants instead of suits”
“Or if we decide to dress up a little we can too” He huffs a laugh to interrupt himself, “Genius idea Doll- fancy food with us getting to call the shots on how much effort we wanna make- can’t wait!”
He presses a kiss against Tony’s cheek, smiling.
“I’m gonna go get dressed- gotta ask Bruce about this meditation app he was talking about the other day- you going down to the shop or what’re you doing today hun? He continues.
“Uh yeah….one of my best ideas yet” Tony answers Bucky’s dinner plan absently, trying not to sound shellshocked at how quickly his own plan got turned around.
“Sounds...perfect” He repeats.
Bucky can see the resignation in the set of his jaw but tries not to let it pain him too much.
He is going to fix this and soon.
“Ok, I’ll see you later pumpkin”
He kisses him again, sweetly, before nipping his lip and pulling away to get dressed.
Tony sits on the counter smiling but looking sad and Bucky’s resolve increases twenty-five-fold.