Bucky yawned while making himself a cup of hot chocolate. He had been in a rather quiet, introverted mood today, so he really enjoyed the peace the evening brought. Zemo and Sam however had been extremely energetic all day, so he sent them off to some bar or club so they could get it out of their system.
It was important those two got their alone time, otherwise they’d just start annoying each other for attention. Bucky shook his head with a soft smile. He loved his boyfriend (sugar daddy) and their best friend, but they could be idiots sometimes. Why couldn’t Zemo just tell Sam he wanted to cuddle? No, the Sokovian just had to jump on their partners back while the soldier was sleeping. That made so much more sense!
Bucky grabbed a book and went to Zemo’s and his bedroom. He’d have a nice relaxing evening and go to bed early. Exactly what he needed.
……
Bucky’s eyes fluttered open. A look at the alarm clock told him it was almost 4 am. He could here running water from the bathroom and the sound of someone brushing their teeth. Zemo must be home then. From somewhere in the apartment he could also hear Sam’s voice.
He rolled onto his other side, closed his eyes and fell back asleep.
……
The next time he woke up, bright sunlight was falling through the windows. He hummed happily as he recognized the warm weight on his chest as Zemo. The Sokovian seemed to be awake as well, he was leaning up to meet Bucky’s lips for a good morning kiss.
The man on top of him shifted his hips and… Oh. OH! Good morning indeed!
Zemo moaned, allowing Bucky to slip his tongue into his boyfriends mouth. The super soldier’s hands wandered lower to settle over that perfect, squishy butt and press his boyfriend’s body down against Buchy’s own erection.
They made out for a while, before Zemo pushed himself up to straddle the super soldiers lap and pull his shirt off. Bucky let his hands wander over the soft, freckled skin, squeezing Zemo’s soft hips. His boyfriend leaned in to kiss him again and...
“Are you guys kidding me???”
Bucky pulled his hands away as if he had been burned. He was absolutely ready to throw Zemo off the bed and get in front of him to protect him from whatever the universe may throw at them this time, but when he turned his head all he could see was… Sam?!
“Doll,” he groaned, “Could you please explain to me what Sam is doing in our bed?” Sam sharing their bed wasn’t unusual of course. Their platonic partner often showed up for cuddles or sleeping, but he never just appeared without warning. That was a very important rule in their household, in order to protect their dignity and Sam’s sanity.
“Oh,” Zemo said, sounding genuinely surprised.
“What the hell do you mean by ‘Oh’,” Sam hissed, looking at them in disgust.
“I may have forgotten I invited him last night?”, Zemo chuckled innocently.
“Invited me?”, Sam replied in disbelief, “You basically dragged me in here, complaining about how Buck wasn’t paying enough attention to you! How could you forget that?”
“I was drunk!”, Zemo defended himself. “I’m really sorry, my dear boy,” he added, not sounding all that sorry.
“Whatever, I’m out of here! I need to pour bleach in my eyes now.”
“Don’t ruin your pretty face,” Zemo warned.
“Gross!”, Sam muttered as he walked away.
“Sorry!”, Bucky called after him.
“I’ll make pancakes to make up for it!”, Zemo promised, which stopped the angry swearing at least.
Bucky sank back into his pillow with a groan. Getting yelled at by Sam was a total mood killer, their morning was ruined.
He looked up at Zemo, who was still shirtless, his messy brown hair falling down over his forehead. Okay, maybe there were things that could be done to get him back in the mood...