Bubble Butt
It was a lazy Saturday morning in Bucky’s dorm. It was raining outside so, instead of going to the beach, he and his friends opted to stay inside and play video games. In the other bedroom across the hall, classic rock could barely be heard, but apparently it was enough to annoy Steve.
“Why does he play his music so damn loud? It’s not even good music.”, Steve sneered.
Truthfully, Bucky was a fan of Tony’s music taste. However, for the sake of not having to listen to Steve bitch and moan, he shrugged and agreed that the music was, indeed, too loud and sucked.
“Maybe he could play it as loud as he wanted back home in his mansion.”, Sam suggested heatedly. Most, if not all, of Bucky’s friends seemed to have a personal vandetta with Tony.
Tony was a rich kid, true. He was a Stark, after all. His father owned Stark Interprises, Tony was his one and only heir. Tony was swimming in money, but if you didn’t know him, then one: you probably lived under a rock, and two: you never would have know he was the son of a billionaire.
Bucky wasn’t completely numbed to the childish insults toward his roommate - and crush - though, so he occasionally came to Tony’s rescue in the guise of his friends being total morons.
“If you hate him so much, then why do you insist that we stay here like there’s nowhere else to go? We could go to Steve and Sam’s place, we could go to Clint and Natasha’s place.”, Bucky prompted, not taking his eyes off the tv screen as he kicked Clint’s ass in Mario Kart.
“Your tv’s the biggest.”, Sam answered.
“Yeah, but it used to be Tony’s. He got a new one and gave this one to me.”, Bucky answered smugly. Sam rolled his eyes and squinted at the tv as if it had wronged him.
“Whatever. Giving you one tv doesn’t make up for the fact that he’s a dickhead.”, Clint said, leaning his entire body to the left like it would help him in the game somehow.
Bucky decided not to press any further. The Tony he knew and the Tony his friends thought they knew were completely different people. He picked and chose his battles and this wasn’t one he felt too keen on fighting.
—
Bucky got back from his classes Monday evening soaked from the rain. He dripped water on the floor beneath him when he walked in. His shirt stuck to him and his jacket felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. Tony, as helpful as he was, got him a towel to help him dry off.
Bucky insisted that he could dry himself off without assistance, but Tony was adamant that he could help. Having Tony’s hands on him, or barely on him, did strange things to Bucky’s dick. Before he popped a boner in front of him, Bucky shucked his jacket off and handed it to Tony.
“If you want to help, then take this to the washing machine. I’m gonna take a shower.”, Bucky disappeared into the bathroom after getting a change of clothes.
—
Another Saturday rolled around to find Tony and Bucky doing chores. Tony had a strange obsession with the laundry - Bucky was never allowed to switch the clothes from washer to dryer or to fold them when they came out.
“I like doing laundry.”, Tony said.
“Nobody likes laundry that much.”, Bucky joked.
Bucky spent his time sweeping or doing dishes. Still, he teased Tony about his supposed laundry obsession.
“I mean, if you’re washing jizz socks or something, you can put them in a separate load and I won’t have to touch them.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about. You touching my jizz socks. You caught me, Bucky.”
Bucky left the part out where he wanted to tell Tony that he wanted to touch his actual jizz. Best not to ruin the tentative friendship he had with his roommate.
—
It was midnight when a thunderstorm of biblical proportions decided to sit right on top of their college campus. Bucky didn’t mind the rain, but the thunder kept him awake. When he was up this late, he always got hungry, so he got up to walk to the vending machine in the hall of the dormatory. He came back with two bags of chips and a coke.
He didn’t see Tony sitting by the window when he left, so he almost shit his pants when a flash of lightning illuminated the smaller man sitting on the couch.
“Holy shit, Tony! You scared the fuck outta me.”, Bucky jumped.
“Sorry, I was just looking at the rain.”, Tony apologized.
Bucky sat down next to Tony and watched the lightning flash above the skyline of the city miles away. It was a nice view, he had to admit, but he liked the one beside him much better.
Tony was in long, plaid pajama pants and an old Guns ‘N Roses t-shirt. Then Bucky thought he noticed something strange. Maybe it was the light, or lack thereof, but it looked like something blue and lacy was peaking up above the waistband of Tony’s pants.
A crack of thunder caught Bucky’s attention. When he tried to look back at what he thought he saw, Tony had adjusted himself so that his shirt fell over it. Bucky didn’t think of it again. Well, that was a lie. He went back to bed that night thinking of Tony in silk panties, because maybe he had a thing for lingerie, but he knew there was no way in hell that Tony Stark would be caught dead in little lacy underwear.
—
The first time Bucky met Howard and Maria Stark was mid-October. Maria wanted to see how Tony was doing during his first semester away from home for college and Howard was, unfortunately, dragged along for the ride.
“I know this isn’t like those classes you took online. Have you been eating well? Sleeping when you’re supposed to? Have you taken your medicine?”
Bucky could hear them in the main room from his room. He smiled at how Maria worried over her son. It must have been nice to be an only child. Being the second of four left a lot to be desired. Especially when the other three were louder and more prone to hair-pulling.
“Yes, mom.”, Tony answered, knowing that Bucky could hear them and blushing in embarrassment.
“Your grades?”, Howard arches an eyebrow.
“Straight A’s, just like always.”, Tony huffed.
Howard said nothing, didn’t even nod toward Tony in congratulations for his hard work. Maria, on the other hand, kissed Tony’s cheek and hugged him tight.
“My son will be the smartest man alive. I knew that when you went into high school and you were only ten that you’d do great things.”
“He’s supposed to, he’s a Stark.”, Howard spat, completely invalidating Maria’s excitement.
Bucky knew then that he didn’t like Howard. Not that it mattered, as he’d never meet the man personally, but the feeling still lingered. Now he sort of understood how Steve and the rest of them could hate Tony without ever having met him. Except, Howard was actually an asshole and Tony was the total opposite.
—
Natasha, one of Bucky’s friends, threw a massive Halloween party at a house she somehow acquired outside the city. Tony stayed behind to watch cheesy scary movies with his friends, Rhodey and Bruce.
Tony’s phone started vibrating on the end table. Bucky’s name showed up on the screen, so Tony answered.
“Hello.”
“Tony.”
“You’re not Bucky.”, Tony thought aloud as he was met with a feminine voice he didn’t recognize.
“No, I’m his friend. Bucky came to my party and he’s passed out on the floor. Nobody’s safe to drive, so can you come get him?”, Natasha’s speech was sort of slurred, but she was clearly coherent enough to be concerned for her friend’s safety.
“Yeah, I’m on my way.”, Tony stood up to get his keys. He hung up after he got the address to the house and went to the door.
“Where are you going?”, Rhodey asked.
“My roommate passed out at a party and I have to go pick him up.”
“Want us to come with you?”, Bruce asked.
“Yeah, I guess so. I can’t drag his heavy ass into his room by myself.”
The three left for Natasha’s party. When they got there, music was blasting from the speakers, people were either drinking and dancing on tabletops in varying stages of dress or passed out on the floor like Bucky.
“There he is.”, Tony pointed. Bruce and Rhodey could barely hear Tony speak, even though he was yelling at the top of his lungs.
The lights were dimmed, so they couldn’t see where they were walking.
“I just stepped in puke.”, Bruce grimaced.
When they got to Bucky, Tony grabbed him by the underarms and Rhodey got him by the legs. Bruce cleared a path, which involved moving people and furniture. In the car, Bucky started moving around in the back seat next to Bruce.
“Well, at least we know he’s not dead.”
“Roll the window down and stick his head out. I don’t want him throwing up in my car.”
“Tony, you’re crazy just for bringing a Maserati anywhere near a place where someone might throw up.”, Rhodey played.
Thankfully, Bucky didn’t throw up, but there were a few moments where Tony was worried for the exterior of his car.
—
Rhodey and Bruce left after they dragged Bucky to his room and put him on the bed. In the glow of his desk light, Tony could see that Bucky’s clothes were filthy. There was no way that Tony could, in good conscience, leave Bucky to stew in whatever the fuck was on his clothes.
“C’mon, Bucky. Sit up for me.”, Tony pushed Bucky upwards.
“Mmmm...”, Bucky mumbled something, but complied as best he could. He even kept his arms raised when Tony took his shirt off and replaced it with a nice, clean muscle shirt. The pants were a different story, though.
“Lift your ass, Barnes.”, Tony grunted in frustration. He was tempted to leave Bucky in his nasty jeans and go to bed. Bucky ended up gathering enough energy to throw one leg off the side of the bed and that was it. So, without bringing his boxers with them, Tony removed Bucky’s jeans and tossed them in the laundry basket.
“You sleep in your boxers, right?”
His response was a loud snore.
Next on the list of things to do to make sure Bucky didn’t die in his sleep was to roll him on his side. It was much easier said than done, as Bucky kept rolling on his back. Tony ended up taking the couch cushions and shoving them behind Bucky so he’d stay still. He put a trashcan by the bed in case Bucky had to vomit. Finally, because Tony was secretly a saint, he put a bottle of Ibuprofen and a bottle of water on Bucky’s night stand.
“Goodnight, you little party animal.”, Tony left the door cracked open and he went to his own room.
Tony got ready for bed, shucking his clothes off and going to his dresser for pajamas. He stopped in front of his mirror and observed what he saw. Every piece of hair that wasn’t an eyelash, eyebrow, or on top of his head was either shaven or waxed. Smooth - just the way he liked it. His dark eyes drifted to the only article of clothing left on his body. A pair of white silk panties with pink roses. He turned every which way to see how he looked in them, like he was second guessing that morning’s choice.
Tony had almost zero self confidence. What he managed to conjure up was in the mirror dressed in the finest panties money could buy. Online, of course, because no one could find out. Howard would skin him alive if he found out his son could only feel good about himself in women’s underwear.
So, Tony did another circle in front of the mirror and gave himself a little smile. Another little secret all to himself. Well, until he heard a creak and a groan, then some shuffling in the hall. His door was pushed open and a drunken Bucky was in the doorway. Crystal blue eyes looked Tony up and down in a hazy glare. Tony was left utterly exposed in front of his roommate.
“Uh, Bucky...”
Two shuffles forward and Bucky had to brace himself on the dresser or fall gave first on the floor.
“I like your panties.”, he said with surprising clarity. The color left Tony’s face and his entire body went numb. He felt like he died and was having an out of body experience. Shock. He was probably in shock. So much shock, in fact, that he almost missed the part where Bucky threw up all over him.
“I don’t feel good.”, Bucky rasped out.
“Neither do I.”
—
Morning came and Tony was still cleaning Bucky’s mess from the night before. Bucky was sound asleep in his bed, snoring like a chainsaw. Tony mopped up the floor and got stain and odor remover for his rug.
Maybe Bucky wouldn’t remember what he saw. He was fucked up to the stars, so he couldn’t possibly retain any kind of memory from the last twenty-four hours. If he did, though, Tony would have to fake his death, change his name, move to Egypt, and get rid of the panties.
Tony went to check on Bucky, who was still asleep. He shook his shoulder to make sure he was still alive.
“You good, Bucky?”
Bucky grunted something incoherent and fell silent again.
—
Bucky woke up feeling like shit warmed over. His eyes refused to open and he felt gross. He was sweaty and clammy, his shirt - a different one than the one he remembered having on last - stuck to him in all the wrong ways, and he had a pounding migraine. Maybe a shower could wait for a little while.
He also had another dream of Tony in panties. He had a dream that Tony was standing in front of a mirror in white panties with flowers on them. It was relatively tame, he didn’t even have an erection. Most of the time, Bucky dreamt about Tony taking the panties off. Oh, wait, there’s the erection. He rolled over onto his stomach in case Tony walked in.
Soft knocking on the doorframe sounded like gunshots next to Bucky’s ear.
“Mhmm.”, Bucky hummed.
“I heard watermelon water is a hangover cure. It’s a lot fancier than the other ones I’ve tried, but apparently it works.”, Tony set a glass of it on the nightstand.
“When did y’get watermelon water? ’S too damn early.”
“It’s three in the afternoon. I went to the store this morning to get carpet cleaner.”
“Why d’ya need carpet cleaner?”
“You don’t remember? You threw up on me last night.”
“Hmm...”
Bucky didn’t remember that, actually. His memory was kind of spotty. That last thing he knew for sure was that Sam handed him a bottle of Fireball and it all went to hell from there.
“Sorry.”, he muttered, shoving his face into the pillow.
“Sure you are.”, Tony laughed and left the room.
—
Thank God Bucky didn’t remember anything from last night. Tony couldn’t bear the embarrassment of Bucky finding out that he liked ladies’ underwear. If Bucky ever caught him in one of the lingerie pieces he had, he’d spontaneously combust from the intensity of it. That’s why Tony kept them in a box under his bed instead of in his dresser.
The rest of the day passed by uneventfully. Bucky fell back asleep and didn’t choke on his own vomit. Ton ‘s secret was safe for another day.
—
Weeks passed and Bucky dismissed the night of the Halloween party as another wet dream about Tony. Thanksgiving was quickly approaching, but Bucky didn’t think he’d be able to afford to go back home for the holidays and Tony wasn’t going home either.
“Maybe if I pick up a few extra shifts at work.”, he said. Tony nodded, stifling the offer to pay for Bucky’s trip.
“Maybe.”, Tony said.
Fortunately, Bucky did pick up a few hours as work and could pay for a the trip. That didn’t matter, however, because the worst blizzard anyone had ever seen came through and all forms of transportation were delayed for the foreseeable future. So, like a good roommate, Bucky went to tell Tony that he’d be staying home for Thanksgiving, too.
“Tony.”, Bucky called out. His door wasn’t closed all the way, so he pushed it open and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
There stood Tony Stark in the frilliest set of bubblegum pink lingerie Bucky had ever seen. It left nothing to the imagination, barely covering Tony’s dick and leaving his ass on full display. Tony whipped around to face Bucky, his eyes wide and his cheeks as pink as his get-up.
“Oh my God.”, Bucky’s throat was dry and it came out weird.
“Bucky-“
Bucky turned to leave quickly, but Tony grabbed his arm. He stumbled backward and fell onto the bed. His vision was spinning and it took a second to realize that Tony was on top of him. Straddling him. And not at all in the way Bucky fantasized about.
“You can’t tell anyone!”
“Tony-“
“No one can know. My dad will kill me!”
Bucky could see tears welling in Tony’s eyes.
“I won’t-“
“Please, don’t tell anyone!”, Tony balled his hands into fists and banged on Bucky’s chest as he spoke.
“This isn’t helping.”
“Isn’t helping what?”
“My boner.”
Tony paused quickly and took his surroundings into account. Sure enough, there was a distinct hardness pressing against his ass. Tony wished it was because Bucky found him sexy in the outfit, but it was probably a confused boner. Every guy got those. Tony sprang up, pulling Bucky with him, and pushed him out the door.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to... Just go.”, Tony slammed the door in Tony’s face.
Bucky stood outside for a minute, his erection long gone when he saw the look on Tony’s face. Tony looked terrified, like he was afraid that Bucky would tell, that Howard would find out, or that Bucky would think he was a freak.
Bucky wasn’t sure what to do, but he couldn’t leave Tony alone, so he knocked softly on the door.
“Tony, can I come in?”
He heard sniffling on the other side and his heart broke into a thousand pieces.
“No.”, Tony said it weakly. If Bucky didn’t care so much, he’s venture to call it pathetic.
“I don’t think it’s weird.”, Bucky tried. He heard a choked sob and more sniffling. Poor Tony, he was so scared.
“I’m gonna come in, Tony. Is that okay?”
He didn’t receive a response, so he opened the door slowly with plenty of time for Tony to tell him to get out. He didn’t. Tony sat on the bed, curled up, in an oversized hoodie. He still had the lingerie on beneath it, as there wasn’t any point in hiding it now.
Bucky hesitantly sat down on the bed, still a good two feet from Tony, and rubbed his palms up and down his thighs. He was nervous, he didn’t know what to do.
“I won’t tell anyone. It’s none of my business what you...like to do.”
Tony flinched at Bucky’s pause. He couldn’t bring himself to speak. His throat was so tight, he was on the verge of bursting into tears, and it hurt to breathe.
“Please don’t tell.”, Tony managed to squeak out.
“Not a soul.”, Bucky reassured. A broken sob escaped Tony’s chest and Bucky’s body moved before he knew what he was doing. He moved toward Tony and just as the smaller man was about to flinch away, Bucky wrapped his arms around him.
Bucky didn’t know if Tony was always so tense or if this occasion was just special. Even his prosthetic could feel the stiffness in Tony’s body. Well, if there was anything Bucky silently prided himself on, it was his mad hugging skills. He went full lean-and-rock, running his hand up and down Tony’s back. It worked to, like Bucky knew it would, but maybe too well. Tony broke into bodyshaking sobs against Bucky’s shoulder.
They stayed like that for a while, well into the night. Bucky fell asleep against the wall with Tony on top of him. Bucky didn’t mind, Tony was a comfortable weight. Warm and soft.
Morning came and brought more snow. The bitter chill bled into the dorm, rousing Bucky from his slumber. Tony was still on his chest, head nestled against his neck. Bucky thought about Tony sleeping with him a lot. Granted, in a totally different sense, but he’d take what he could get and this wasn’t a particularly terrible alternative.
“Tony, wake up.”, Bucky shook Tony’s shoulder. Tony retaliated by snuggling further against Bucky.
“You’re warm.”, Tony mumbled.
“And you’re damn near naked under that hoodie.”
Bucky didn’t expect the chuckle that he got. Tony looked up at him, his round eyes still heavy with sleep. Suddenly, Bucky couldn’t breathe.
Tony decided to throw caution to the wind. Bucky had already seen him nearly naked, so how much damage could a little kiss do? A kiss Tony had been craving since he’d met Bucky. He sat up a little more and caught Bucky’s lips in a delicate way that gave him time to pull back. Bucky blew Tony out of the fucking water by leaning into it, his hands finding purchase on the back of Tony’s neck and his cheek.
When the need to breathe became unavoidable, the broke apart.
“Um...”
“So...”
Neither one of the could speak, but they had so much to say. Tony thought it best to start from the beginning.
“I thought you were supposed to be gone.”
“I couldn’t leave because of the blizzard.”
Upon looking out the window, Tony confirmed the statement. The bottom fell out of the sky and snow was falling in thick blankets across the city.
“When did you start wearing...this?”, Bucky asked, pulling up Tony’s hoodie a bit to reveal the strap just below his ass.
“I got my first set of lingerie when I was fifteen. My parents gave me my own account and I could buy stuff for myself.”
A beat of silence passed.
“How many do you have?”
“With me? Like ten.”
Bucky curled his finger under the strap he’s exposed, lifted it, and released it to pop against Tony’s thigh. He earned himself a gasp from the genius. He had to be careful or he’d cum in his pants. That was far more embarrassing than being caught in secret lingerie.
“So I take it you like this?”
“Mhmm.”, Bucky hummed, pulling the hoodie up further. His hands were moving faster than his brain was functioning.
“Do you mind if I...”, he trailed off when he saw the metal hearts that went up Tony’s side. They were held up by frilly lace straps that went across Tony’s abdomen.
“Do I mind? Bucky, this is a wet dream come true.”
Taking that as his cue, Bucky pulled the hoodie completely off and looked up at Tony in awe. Tony was straddling him again - oh, how Bucky loved it - but as his eyes trailed up Tony’s body, and eventually to his face, he could see how Tony’s eyes were still a little red and tearstained.
Bucky leaned forward to press a kiss to the apple of Tony’s cheek. A fiery blush spread across Tony’s face at the sincerity of Bucky’s action.
“You really don’t care?”
“Nope.”
—
Thanksgiving came and went and Bucky’s friends were back.
“Your ma missed you Bucky. Your sisters did, too.”, Steve said.
“I know, but I missed the train. I tried to drive, but the rides were closed.”, Bucky sighed. He called his mom Thanksgiving morning and they talked for hours while she prepared for dinner.
“Did the rich kid go back home?”, Clint asked.
“No, he stayed here, too.”, an unfamiliar feeling burst in Bucky’s chest at the mention of Tony with such malice behind it. Tony didn’t deserve that.
“Believe it or not, Barton, but not everyone has the best relationship with their parents. Not everyone can drive home and have their mom wash their dirty clothes every weekend.”, Bucky snapped, but made sure it still sounded playful.
“Shut up! She makes them smell nice.”
“Yeah, it’s called detergent.”
“Hush.”, Natasha barked at them. She was studying for a Russian Literature exam and didn’t need their bickering to be stuck in her head. She chewed at the end of her pencil in concentration.
Steve noticed a change in Bucky’s behavior since the holiday passed. They joked about Tony all the time, but now it seemed to strike a nerve with the brunet.
“I gotta study, too. I’m gonna head home.”, Bucky said.
“I’ll go with you.”, Steve stood up from his seat and followed Bucky out of his and Sam’s dorm.
They walked and talked casually. Steve talked about these cool new paints he got from an art supply store, Bucky talked about the motorcycle in his mom’s garage that he didn’t get to work on. Then, they got to Bucky’s dorm and Bucky started to panic. What if Tony...wasn’t decent?
“See ya later, Steve.”, Bucky said before walking inside and closing the door quickly behind him.
Steve furrowed his brow. Yeah, something was different.
—
Bucky’s friends were over again, so Tony stayed in his room and worked on some designs to send to his father. He tended to ignore them when they talked about him, but he listened intently for Bucky’s voice.
Bucky hadn’t always said the nicest things about Tony. He’d heard Bucky say nasty things about him, so he found it troubling when he still found redeeming qualities in the man. It bothered him even more when he thought about him at night and could cum and feel satisfied with himself afterward.
“He’s such a prick.”, he heard Sam say.
“Then you two should get along just fine.”, he heard Bucky say.
Tony noticed there was a change in the way Bucky would come to his defense. It wasn’t as causal and a lot more frequent, like he wouldn’t tolerate it anymore like he used to.
“What’s your problem?”, he heard Steve shout. Tony didn’t know how long his mind drifted away, but now they were yelling and he could hear the coffee table being pushed aside.
“This is his fucking house, too, y’know! You can’t talk shit about people in their own home.”, Bucky was yelling, his baritone voice making Tony’s chest vibrate.
“If he has a problem with it, then he can say something about it himself.”, Clint chimed in. His tone showed how arrogant he was.
“Or you can get the fuck out.”, Bucky bit back.
What happened after that, Tony could only assume from the scraping of furniture, yelling, cursing, and slamming, was that they’d gotten into a fist fight.
He stood up quickly and ran down the hall, stopping just before he got to the main room. Say what you want about Bucky, but he could put up a hell of a fight. The three ended up getting thrown out, their faces bloodied and bruised. Bucky turned to see Tony standing there, concern etched into his face.
“Sorry about that.”, he mumbled. His lip and his nose were swollen. One eye was bloodshot and he had cuts on his face from a broken beer bottle.
“Your nose is broken.”, Tony observed. Bucky touched it and winced.
“It’ll be fine.”
“You need to go to the doctor.”, Tony went to the freezer and gently put a bag of frozen peas on Bucky’s nose.
“I can’t afford that.”, Bucky hissed at the pain and coldness.
“I can.”, Tony said.
There was a pause. Tony was worried that one day he’d look like he was waving his money in Bucky’s face.
“Fine.”, Bucky said. Tony helped him to his car and they drove to the hospital.
—
“You can’t even tell it was broken.”, Tony tried to make Bucky feel better. Sure, his nose was straight again, but the bruising under his eyes was dark and ugly.
They were laying next to each other in Bucky’s bed. Bucky had his head propped up on some pillows and his arm laid out so Tony put his head on his shoulder.
“I gotta say, that dark purple and black really brings out your eyes.”, Tony tried again. Bucky turned to glare at Tony wordlessly. Tony shut his mouth, his lips going into a flat line, and he looked away from Bucky.
“I think I hate my best friend.”, Bucky said after a moment.
“What?”, Tony looked up again.
“I’ve known Steve since I could sit up straight and I’ve never wanted to punch him in the face. Less than four hours ago, I punched him, like, nine times.”
“Maybe you were just caught up in the moment. What were you guys even fighting about anyway?”, Tony asked, feigning ignorance.
“I know you can hear us talking. You know what we were fighting about.”
Bucky didn’t like to fight. He didn’t like to yell and throw things, but it came so naturally when they said those things about Tony. It was like a knee-jerk reaction. You call Tony a prick, Bucky’s gonna throw a fucking coffee table at you and punch your goddamn lights out.
“I’ll replace the coffee table.”
“Y’know, it was kinda hot how you stood up for me like that.”, this was Tony’s last ditch attempt to make Bucky feel better. He moved so that he was sitting between Bucky’s legs. He undid Bucky’s jeans and shimmied them down a little bit along with his boxers.
“Fuck.”, Bucky moaned as Tony wrapped his hand around his half hard cock, stroking it until it stood tall and proud.
Since their first kiss, Bucky and Tony had fooled around a couple times. They hadn’t had sex, but there were blowjobs and handjobs to be had all around. So when Tony brought his wet, warm mouth down on Bucky’s cock, he knew there was no romantic meaning behind it. Unfortunately.
“God, Tony...”, Bucky panted. Tony bobbed his head up and down, all the way until his nose touched the base of Bucky’s stomach. With Bucky deep in his throat, Tony moaned at the feeling, sending vibrations throughout Bucky’s body. His hips jerked upward, forcing him a little further down Tony’s throat. Tony held his hips down and brought his mouth to the tip, where he sucked and licked at the sensitive head, bringing Bucky to the verge of orgasm.
“Fuck, Tony, that feels so good. I’m gonna cum if you keep it up.”, Bucky reached down to run his fingers through Tony’s hair. Tony took him all the way into his throat again, moaning at the stretch, just how he knew Bucky liked it.
Bucky came hard in Tony’s mouth. Tony looked up through thick lashes into dazed blue eyes and swallowed every bit of Bucky’s cum, except for the little bit that dribbled down his chin in a thin line.
“Great, now my whole face hurts.”, Bucky dropped his head back onto his mountain of pillows.
“But it was worth it, right?”, Tony cooed.
“Yeah.”
Tony resumed his placed at Bucky’s side after putting his dick back in his pants. Silence set in again and Tony couldn’t help but feel guilty at the though of Bucky losing his lifelong friend because he had a thing for his roommate who wore panties.