Truly, Truly
At the start of December, Tony began to contemplate the thing he had with Bucky. He wasn’t sure if it was because they’d gotten impossibly closer or that he was being teased with the thought that maybe he wouldn’t spend this Christmas alone. Nevertheless, Tony made up his mind that he’d confess what he felt to Bucky, no matter the consequences. Maybe.
Rhodey knew about Tony’s crush and Bruce caught on not long after. They watched Tony pathetically, wordlessly pine over Bucky for months.
“Tell him, Tony.”, Bruce said, mildly annoyed, when Bucky left the dorm with Sam and Clint.
“What?”, Tony played, feigning ignorance.
“We know you like Bucky.”, Rhodey eyed Tony mischievously.
“I don’t like Bucky. I mean, as a friend, I do.”
“Really? Bruce is your friend and I don’t see you staring longingly into his eyes.”, Rhodey laughed. Bruce nodded in agreement.
“And you don’t talk about Rhodey nonstop in class.”, Bruce added.
Tony pouted and shoved his face into a couch pillow. He let out a long, melodramatic groan. Rhodey and Bruce rolled their eyes.
“Is it that obvious?”, Tony asked after his fit.
“Only to people with functioning eyes and ears.”, Rhodey answered sarcastically.
“Don’t forget brain cells.”, Bruce elbowed him playfully. The two laughed at Tony’s expense while he buried his head into his folded arms.
“Oh, come on, Tony. It’s not that bad. You could do worse.”, Rhodey patted his shoulder.
“If you two can see that I genuinely like him, then why can’t he?”, Tony looked like he was going to cry, triggering best friend alarms in Bruce and Rhodey.
“Could he be mistaking it for something else?”, Bruce asked.
“Is there a reason he wouldn't like you? Is he after something else?”, Rhodey leaned toward Tony, his face wrought with concern.
“Well...”, Tony struggled to answer.
“Is he after your money?”, Rhodey straightened up suddenly. Bruce’s face contorted in a mix of anger and hesitance. Bruce knew Tony didn’t like when he got mad, but under the right conditions he was known to have quite a temper.
“No, no, no! It’s not anything like that.”, Tony assured them. They relaxed, but kept their eyes on Tony and waited for an explanation.
Tony knew Bruce and Rhodey were good people and wouldn’t judge him for what he was about to say. Honestly, he felt bad about keeping his little secret from them for this long, even after hearing some of the things they’d told him over the years. Then again, their livelihood didn’t hang in the balance quite like Tony’s did.
“Bucky has this...kink-“
“Kink? You two are having sex?”, Bruce cut him off.
“No, we’re not having sex. We’ve just been...messing around.”
“What about this kink?”, Rhodey asked. He thought of himself as a tame person, all things considered, and braced himself.
Tony felt his chest seize up. His lungs began to fail him as the reality of the situation crashed down on Tony. He was about to tell his friends his biggest, darkest secret. They were going to laugh at him, tease him, call him names. They were going to leave him. Tony knew they would because he was a freak, he was weird, he was just somebody’s fantasy.
“Tony, breathe. Calm down. You don’t have to tell us.”, he vaguely heard Rhodey’s panicked voice.
“Sorry if we pushed you, Tony. We don’t have to know about you and Bucky.”, he felt Bruce’s hands on his arms.
He snapped out of his trance and felt hot, stinging tears trailing down his face. Then he saw how wide Rhodey’s eyes were and how Bruce’s lips were compressed to a flat line.
“Wh- I-“
“It’s fine. We just wanted to make sure he was treating you right.”, Rhodey explained.
“We didn’t want him to use you or anything.”, Bruce added.
Tony nodded, wiped his eyes and cheeks, and took a deep breath. He could do this, they were his friends. But maybe they wouldn’t be after this. He had to tell somebody how he felt. It was eating him alive.
“I don’t know if he likes me.”, he said quietly, not looking at either of them. Rhodey and Bruce kept silent, giving Tony time to get his thoughts together.
“He’s got this thing, right? And I do, too. And we’ve fooled around a couple times, but I don’t think it’s because he likes me.”, Tony continued. He could feel the tension rising and just wanted to curl up in his hoodie and die.
“What’s the thing? Does he have a pain kink? Is it painful? Is he hurting you?”, Bruce rattled off several more questions before Tony could stop him.
“No, nobody has a pain kink. It’s not dangerous or anything. I swear, he’s been perfectly nice to me.”
Rhodey and Bruce exchanged glances. Tony looked back and forth between them.
“What is that? I don’t like that? What are you doing?”, he asked frantically.
“Nothing. When does Bucky get home?”
—
Bucky stepped inside the dorm with Steve, Sam, Clint, and Natasha trailing behind him. Bruce and Rhodey perked up and immediately put their mystery plan into action. They stood up, Rhodey grabbed Bucky by the collar of his shirt, and dragged him outside. Steve, Sam, and Clint went to follow them, but Bruce didn’t let them.
“He’s gonna be fine.”, he said before slamming the door. Four sets of eyes turned to the couch, staring directly at Tony.
“I have no idea what they’re doing.”
—
Rhodey dragged Bucky outside, out of the dormitory, and pushed him onto a bench.
“What are your plans with our Tony?”, he asked sharply.
“What are you talking about?”, he sputtered. As far as he knew, they were still keeping their arrangement a secret.
“Why is he crying over you? Why doesn’t he think you like him?”, Bruce specified.
“Are you just using him because you have some kinky fantasy?”
“Wait, he told you?”, all the color drained away from Bucky’s face.
“Is that a problem?”, Bruce arched a brow.
“Yes, it’s a very big problem.”, Bucky said defensively. He stood up to try and go back to the dorm, but Rhodey held a hand to his chest and wouldn’t let him leave.
“Is that why Tony doesn’t think you like him? Because it would be a problem for you?”
“Listen, I know you’re looking out for him. You’re his friends, I understand, but there are so many things that are wrong and I have to fix them.”, he pushed Rhodey’s hand away and left. Rhodey and Bruce weren’t far behind.
—
Even after they swore they’d behave themselves, Sam, Steve, and Clint couldn’t help but harbor negative feelings toward Tony. However, since they’d been banned from antagonizing him, they settled for not-so-friendly glares from across the room.
“Quit being dickheads.”, Natasha snapped at them.
“We didn’t do anything.”, Clint shot back.
“Giving people dirty looks isn’t nice.”
The four started to bicker and missed seeing Tony get up and leave the room. He closed his door quietly and curled up under the covers on the bed. He shut his eyes and wished he could disappear. He vaguely wondered what Bruce and Rhodey were doing to Bucky, but couldn’t bring himself to care. He knew he was about to get his heart broken, so it didn’t matter anyway. With the semester so close to an end, he’d never have to worry about it again.
He heard his door squeak open. He lifted his head and saw Natasha lingering in the doorway.
“I’m sorry they’ve been jackasses to you. We’ve all kinda been jackasses to you, haven’t we?”, she bounced the toe of her shoe on the floor nervously. Natasha didn’t look like the type of person to get nervous.
“It’s fine.”, Tony mumbled into the pillow.
“I just wanted to say that I’ll make an effort to make sure they don’t treat you like shit anymore. I do want to be your friend. I mean, you’re good in Bucky’s books, and that’s not very easy. So, you must be a decent person.”, she chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. She could tell that Tony was obviously down about something. She smiled when Tony sat up and patted a space next to him on the bed to sit.
“If Bucky says so, it’s gotta be true.”, Tony joked.
They were quiet for a moment before Natasha saw something Tony hadn’t meant to leave on his desk.
“Is that Ruby Woo by MAC?”, she looked at the tube of lipstick. Tony tensed and looked at it, too.
“Uh, yeah. It’s...um...”
“My favorite is Russian Red. I haven’t tried that shade, though.”, she went to the desk, picked up the lipstick, and sat back down.
“Do you mind if I try it?”, she asked. Tony couldn’t see an ounce of judgement, disgust, or scandal in her eyes.
“Sure. You’d be the first. I haven’t tried it either?”, Tony confessed. Natasha took the cap off and rolled the stick up and held it up to Tony’s face.
“This would look sickening with a winged eyeliner and some lashes. Maybe some highlighter, too.”
Was Tony being pranked? Was he dead? Was Natasha his makeup spirit animal?
“Um, I mean I have some if you want to look.”, Tony reached under his bed and took out the box he brought from the mansion. He had enough sense to hide his lingerie pieces separately. No use in getting embarrassed by everything all at once if someone found it.
Natasha rifled through the beat up, cardboard box. Her only look of disappointment came from the container Tony chose to hold all his expensive, high end makeup in.
“You need a makeup organizer.”, she said.
“I don’t exactly want it all on display.”, Tony mumbled.
“You don’t have to put it out here. You can keep it in your closet. Look, your eyeshadows are broken, your setting powder is everywhere, and this gloss is stuck to the bottom of the box.”, she chastised him. She salvaged all the makeup she could and assisted Tony in organizing it neatly.
About an hour later, they’d set up a small space on a shelf in Tony’s closet just for his makeup. Natasha, while beaming with excitement about finally having a friend that liked makeup too, misstepped and made another box tumble on the floor. She looked down to see her feet were surrounded by lingerie.
“Son of a bitch.”, Tony wanted to spontaneously combust.
“Oh my God, is this Agent Provocateur?”, she held one up. It was a black, lacy, floral piece with snaps down the front.
“Uh, yeah.”, he answered, his face beet red.
“Is this Bordelle?”, she held up another.
“Yeah, it’s-“
“Wow, you are rich. I’m sorry, that’s probably annoying, huh? But this is, honestly, a dream. I get my lingerie from Wal-Mart.”
She picked up a few more while Tony had an internal existential crisis. She rambled on and on about the pieces and how she’s seen some in a magazine and others online. It wasn’t until several minutes passed that she noticed how quiet Tony was.
“Is it weird that I’m touching all your lingerie? It is, isn’t it?”, she dropped them all at her feet. Tony still didn’t answer, he just kept staring at her.
“I’ve never had someone to talk about this kind of stuff with. Bruce and Rhodey don’t even know.”, he said quietly. Natasha felt her heart break at how lonely he sounded. Never one to bring down the mood, she responded with jittery elation.
“Then do we have some shit to talk about. First of all, can you wing an eyeliner evenly? I’m garbage at it.”, she leaned against the wall of the closet.
“I got close once. I never wanted to take it off because I was so proud of myself.”, propping an elbow up on the doorframe of the closet.
“That’s a mood.”
“Do you always poke yourself in the eye when you put eyelashes on?”
“I almost blinded myself once.”
Four hard knocks on the door shattered the calm air Tony had finally gotten comfortable in. He and Natasha shoved all the lingerie back into the box and shut the closet door.
“Come in.”, Tony called. Bucky walked in the room and by the look on his face, Natasha knew she had to leave.
“We’ll continue this another time.”, she smiled to Tony and left his side.
“Hey, Natasha, why don’t you guys leave. It’s getting pretty late.”
Natasha nodded and shut the door behind her. Tony looked back at Bucky. His eyes seemed wild, his head was hung low, and his shoulders lurched forward. He looked heavy, he looked sad.
“What’s wrong?”, Tony asked, his genuine worry made Bucky tighten his brow.
Bucky opened the door and peaked out to make sure everyone was gone, then came back and shut the door again for good measure.
“I talked to Bruce and Rhodey.”, he said simply.
Tony wanted a hole to open up in the ground below him so he’d be swallowed up and never have to have this conversation. Alas, there were no sinkholes out and about that evening, so Tony had to face the music.
“What did they say?”, he asked, playing with the hem of his hoodie.
“They said you cried over me. They said they thought I was using you because I had a kink.”, his tone became sharp and dark. He came toward Tony slowly, like he was a wild animal stalking its prey.
“Isn’t that what this is?”, Tony’s voice shook as he spoke. Any hurt or offense Bucky felt was masked by anger.
“What the hell gave you that idea?”, his voice was louder and more punctuated now. Tony flinched and cowered to the floor.
“Because you don’t want your friends to know your bi and I’m a freak that wears panties and I’m just something you get to indulge in while no one’s looking.”, Tony rambled, tears welling in his eyes. He felt Bucky grab his arm and tensed to shield himself from what he was sure was going to be a hard blow to the head. Just like Howard would have done. Instead, he was met with a warm embrace. His eyes burned as his tears fell in fat streams down his cheeks. He buried his face in Bucky’s shirt and cried softly.
“I didn’t know you felt that way.”, Bucky said evenly. His right hand petted through Tony’s hair while his left hand ran soothingly up and down Tony’s back.
“I’m weird and you don’t want anyone to know about me and I get it. You don’t have to tell your friends. You don’t have to tell anyone.”, Tony cried a little harder.
“Baby, that’s not what I want. Look at you. This is tearing you apart. You can’t keep so many secrets like this.”, Bucky sat down on the bed with Tony in his lap. It felt so much like the first night he and Tony slept together.
“No, I’m fine. See, tears all gone.”, he wiped his face, sniffles a bit, and sat up smiling down at Bucky.
“I do like you, Tony. I like you. I lo- I like you a lot. If I didn’t show you that before then let me start now.”, he said, settling his hands on Tony’s thighs.
“Okay.”, Tony said softly, then he laid down on Bucky’s chest. Bucky let him rest his head under his chin, not that he minded at all. Out the window, they could see the black sky and the lights of the city.
“Bruce and Rhodey didn’t grill you too hard, did they?”, Tony asked several moments later.
“Nah, it wasn’t so bad.”, Bucky answered lightly.
They fell asleep like that. Bucky didn’t know how he’d ever fallen asleep any other way.
—
“Steve?”, Bucky asked one afternoon after class.
“Yeah?”
It was just the two of them. Sam and Clint were still in class and Bucky had about two hours before Steve had to leave for another class. They were walking back from the library when Bucky felt that it was time he’d told Steve he was bi.
“We’ve known each other for a long time, right?”
“A little bit, yeah.”
Bucky took a deep breath and tried to find the words to continue.
“Are you okay, Buck?”, Steve asked. Bucky stoped walking so he could think. There was a bench nearby, so Steve sat down while Bucky paced.
“I know you don’t have problems with...people.”, Bucky attempted to make a vague allusion to what he was trying to say, but he was failing at it fantastically.
“Sure, yeah, I’m a people person.”, Steve shrugged.
“No. Well, yeah, but no.”, Bucky stammered.
“Really, Bucky, are you alright?”
“I’m trying to tell you something. Like you know I like girls, right?”, Bucky said uncomfortably.
“Yeah.”
“I like guys, too.”, he concluded.
“I know, you like me. And you like Sam and Clint.”, Steve knit his brows in confusion. Bucky covered his face with his hands in frustration, grumbling profanities muffled by his palms.
“No, I like guys like I like girls.”
“Like how you and Natasha get along?”
Again, Bucky swore into his palms. He ripped his hands away from his face and looked Steve dead in the eyes.
“I’m trying to tell you I’m bi, you thick-headed piece of shit.”, he barked at Steve.
Steve sat with his head tilted slightly to the side for a long time. What was he thinking about? What would he do? Was he going to do that straight guy thing and say Bucky was trying to hit on him?
“Cool. Why didn’t you tell me before? You seemed really stressed about it.”, he said pleasantly, a hint of bewilderment evident in his words.
“Seemed really stressed? I’m telling you something that’s been eating me alive since I was fourteen, something my family doesn’t even know, and all you have to say is that I seem stressed?”, Bucky burst.
“You could have told me! You know I don’t care about that. Did you want me to ask you if you were bi? Is that how you wanted this conversation to start?”
“No. It’s just that I thought you’d have a problem with it and I got scared.”, Bucky sat down, his legs and arms feeling tingly as he started to calm down again.
“Is that all you had to tell me?”
“No.”
Now came the hard part.
“If the next part is that you’re seeing a guy, then good for you, I guess.”, Steve patted Bucky’s arm awkwardly. He wouldn’t have said it that way if Bucky was seeing a girl.
“It’s who the guy is in particular. And it’s gonna be a real issue if you don’t get your shit together.”, Bucky ground the last part out through barely clenched teeth.
“Who is he?”, Steve asked.
“Tony.”
Steve froze. Bucky knew Steve and Tony still didn’t really get along, they just put on a show for their friend. If Tony was going to be around, and he would be for a long time, Steve needed to get over his jealousy and deal with the fact that his best friend had a rich boyfriend.
“That’s...okay. That’s great...for you...and Tony. I’m happy for you.”, Steve visibly struggled to speak.
“That was so convincing.”, Bucky replied flatly.
“Of all the guys in New York, in the whole world, you had to pick Tony Stark to be your boyfriend?”, Steve was not impressed.
“What’s your problem with him?”
“All he’s got is daddy’s money. He’s never had to work for anything. He’s spoiled rotten and you know it.”
Bucky clenched his fist but stilled himself.
“I’ll punch you in your fucking face again. You don’t know shit about him. He has his own branch at Stark Enterprises, so all his money is actually his. He went into high school when he was ten years old. He’s in college now for his fourth masters degree in mechanical engineering and physics. He’s not spoiled and he donates so fucking much to charity that if he isn’t deemed a saint by the time he dies I’m gonna start a fucking riot.”
Steve was stunned to say the least. Bucky was livid, Steve had only seen him like this a handful of times before. Last time didn’t work out so much in his favor.
“He’s still got to convince me that he’s good enough for you. You deserve the best, Bucky. Despite what you may believe.”
“Believe me, Tony’s the best thing that ever happened to me. If anything, I’m the one that’s gotta put in the work.”
Steve snorted to suppress a bout of laughter.
“Fuck off.”
“That was cute. Very poetic of you. Speaking of putting on work, have you two...y’know?”, Steve elbowed Bucky suggestively.
“Had sex?”
“I was gonna say ‘made love’, but that works, too.”, Steve smirked.
“No.”, Bucky said after a second to contemplate whether he should answer or not.
“Wait, really?”
“No, Steve, not everyone has to fuck like rabbits.”
“That’s weird, coming from the guy that probably has at least four children coming soon on this campus alone.”, Steve played, earning him a solid punch in the shoulder.
“Ow! I’m just saying that this isn’t like you. He must be really special if the first thing on your mind isn’t sex.”
“He is special, dipshit.”, Bucky shoved Steve.
“I know that now, jackass.”, Steve returned the shove in kind. Bucky proceeded to put him in a headlock and tousle his hair. Once he freed himself and his face wasn’t so red anymore, he looked to Bucky.
“I’m happy for you. I really am. I’ll be better, Sam and Clint will, too. I’ll make sure they are.”
“Thanks. That means a lot.”
They got up from the bench and Steve went to his class while Bucky went to the dorm to get ready for work.
—
Bucky got home around eight o’clock. He was tired to the bone and hungry enough to eat a horse. He was hit with a smell wafting from the kitchenette. Something was in the tiny oven and his stomach growled as he went to peak inside.
“Is that you, Bucky?”, Tony appeared in the hallway.
“Yeah.”, Bucky answered. He heard quick footsteps and felt a wooden spoon smack his hand before he could open the oven door.
“It’s a surprise.”, Tony took his hand and brought him to the couch. He sat down and Tony went to the kitchen.
“But I’m hungry.”, Bucky whined. A bag of chips hit him in the head. Tony laughed and closed the cabinet where he’d gotten them from.
“Eat those. God knows it won’t ruin your appetite.”, Tony smirked.
It was true, Bucky could eat several families out of house and home.
“How long until the surprise is out of the oven?”
“Another twenty minutes or so.”
Bucky groaned loudly, throwing his head back on the couch cushions and stuffing a handful of potato chips in his mouth. He turned the tv on to pass the time.
He heard a timer go off just as he was about to take a nap. He looked over the back of the couch into the kitchenette and saw Tony taking out a lasagna. His stomach growled and all sleepiness from his interrupted nap was gone. Tony brought two plates to the couch and sat down.
“I gotta tell you something.”, Bucky said.
“Me, too. You go first.”
“I told Steve everything. I told him about you and he said he’s not gonna be so rude to you anymore. Sam and Clint won’t, either.”
“You told him I’m your...”
“Boyfriend. Yep. What’s the thing you were gonna say?”, Bucky asked.
“I talked to my mom and she’s got an apartment nearby that she doesn’t really use anymore. I told her I didn’t like living in the dorms and she said I could have it. I though, since the semester is ending, that we could stay there.”, Tony said shyly, playing with his uneaten lasagna with his fork.
“You got us an apartment?”, Bucky asked.
“You only have to stay if you want to. I know it’s kinda soon, but the option is there for you.”, Tony said.
“Of course I want to stay with you.”, Bucky kissed his cheek. Neither of them had eaten their dinner. It looked decent enough. After Tony talked to his mom about the apartment, he asked her for her lasagna recipe.
“Try it.”, Tony provoked.
Bucky did and moaned around the fork.
“This is so good.”
He ended up eating half the pan of lasagna, so Tony believed him.
“That was a good surprise, baby.”, Bucky kissed Tony down his neck.
“Hold on, that’s not it.”, Tony got off the couch and went to his room. Bucky had an idea of what was to come next. His dick twitched in anticipation.
“Bucky, you can come here now.”, Tony called five minutes later. Bucky walked to Tony’s room and opened the door slowly. His jaw dropped to the floor at the display in front of him.
Tony laid across the bed in a black lingerie set, complete with stockings and garters and those little straps under his ass that Bucky liked so much.
“Holy shit.”
Then he focused more on Tony’s face. As if it wasn’t perfect enough, he added makeup that brought out his features. His favorite part was the red lipstick.
“Like it?”
Bucky got on the bed, shadowing over Tony’s smaller figure.
“Like it? Doll, you look so good.”, Bucky ran his fingers over the sheer fabric barely covering Tony’s skin. Tony could see the bulge in Bucky’s pants. He palmed it, making Bucky’s breath catch.
It wasn’t long until Tony started trying to undress Bucky. Once his jacket was off, he went for his pants. It was a bit of a chore because Bucky was thoroughly uncooperative, as he was distracted by marking Tony’s neck and shoulder with hickies and bite marks. Once the pants and the shirt were gone, Bucky’s boxers were all that was left. Bucky made quick work of them, his erection standing against his stomach.
Tony’s goal was to lose his virginity. He wanted his first time to be with Bucky, along with all the rest of the times he’d ever have sex. He had to ease into it, though. Bucky was still unsure if Tony was ready or not. He had to show Bucky that he was.
He let Bucky lay down and got to work with the best blowjob Bucky had ever had. He even went so far as to read some tips online. By the way Bucky was responding, with breathy praises, shaking thighs, and his fist in Tony’s hair, he gathered that he was doing a pretty good job.
“So fucking good, Tony.”, Bucky thrusted his hips upward without thinking.
Tony had Bucky on the edge of orgasm, but he liked to tease Bucky. He let go of Bucky’s cock and crawled up Bucky’s body.
“What about me?”, Tony pouted.
Bucky looked down and could see Tony’s weeping erection through the sheer black fabric. He released Tony’s dick from its lacy confines and stroked it lightly, driving Tony crazy.
They caught each other in a passionate kiss that had Bucky biting at Tony’s bottom lip and Tony getting lipstick all over Bucky. There was red smeared all over Bucky’s neck and face. Maybe Tony had to invest in a better kiss proof lipstick.
Tony rutted against Bucky as he grew more and more needy.
“Please, Bucky, fuck me.”, he whined. Bucky paused and saw that Tony, behind lust and pleasure, was serious.
“Be right back.”, he was gone for a second before he came back with a bottle of strawberry flavored lube.
“When did you get this? Why is it half-used?”
“You’re not the only one I’ve been with.”
“From now on, I will be.”, Tony brought Bucky close possesively and kissed him again.
Bucky turned Tony around on all fours and put a generous dollop of lube on his finger. He spread it over Tony’s entrance and watched as Tony twitched and pressed back on his finger.
“Patience, baby. Not yet.”
“I want you in me, Bucky.”, Tony begged, nearly weeping.
“I know, doll. I need to prep you first.”
The first finger breached the tight ring of muscle and Tony keened into the pillow. Bucky spread the lube around, occasionally brushing against Tony’s prostate in the process. It make him see stars and his dick jerk. The second finger was added and there was a sting that wasn’t there before.
“It might hurt for a little bit, Tony, but I got you.”, Bucky pressed kisses between Tony’s shoulder blades. He fucked his fingers in and out of Tony’s ass and picked up a rhythm. Tony moved against Bucky’s fingers, trying to get him to brush over the bundle of nerves again. Bucky scissored his fingers, drawing delightful little noises from Tony.
The third finger had Tony begging Bucky to fuck him. Still, Bucky wanted to make sure Tony was ready. With a few right movements over the sensitive spot, Tony moaned as his first orgasm of the night racked through him. Bucky continued to move his fingers as Tony rode the waves of pleasure out.
Bucky pulled his fingers out after that. He stroked his cock with a lubed hand and positioned himself at Tony’s entrance.
“Ready, baby?”
“Yes, please. Fuck me, Bucky. I need you.”, Tony wept into the mattress.
Bucky moved slowly forward, entering Tony at a glacial pace. Tony felt a stinging, burning sensation as he was stretched beyond what Bucky prepped him for.
“Stop.”, Tony said, wanting time to adjust.
“Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”, Bucky moved to pull out when Tony reached back and grabbed his arm.
“Don’t you fucking dare pull out. Just give me a second.”, Tony said breathlessly. Shortly, the pain faded and he told Bucky to move again. By the time Bucky bottomed out, Tony was moaning and professing Bucky’s praises.
“God, you’re so big. Fill me up, Bucky, please.”
Bucky’s pace picked up and Tony was pushing back, deepening his reach. Tony felt Bucky’s hands roam his body and play with the straps of the lingerie. He popped the straps and the garters, marveling at how Tony looked. It hugged him just right and made his ass look even better. The way his ass moved when Bucky thrusted against him was enough to make him cum alone.
Bucky held Tony tight by the hips and thrust into him hard. Tony was whining and whimpering, biting his lip and burying his face in the pillow so he wouldn’t be too loud.
“I want to hear you, doll.”, Bucky ground out.
Tony felt another orgasm coming at full speed. He’d already cum once, he didn’t want to cum again so soon. He was afraid if he let go of the tension he held, he’d ruin the night.
Bucky started pressing kisses down Tony’s spine, remembering what it felt like when he lost his virginity. He reached around to Tony’s front and wrapped his hand around his cock. Tony gasped and sighed when Bucky began to jerk him off in time with his thrusts.
“Let me hear you, Tony.”, Bucky kissed up his neck.
Tony started to relax, letting out a few moans and exhales. Then, with some slight repositioning, Bucky was hitting Tony’s spot dead on over and over again.
“Oh, fuck! There, yes, there! Oh my God, that feels so good. So fucking good. Fuck me harder, Bucky, harder.”, Tony cried out, begging as he arched his back further for Bucky.
Bucky’s hand slid from Tony’s hips to his cheeks. They were round and plump and fit perfectly in Bucky’s hand. His other hand was busy at work trying to draw another release out of Tony. He achieved his goal shortly after he started, with Tony quaking with pleasure.
With some more well-angled thrusts, Bucky had Tony cumming again. Bucky finished not long after. Tony was a wreck. A horny, touchy, sleepy wreck. Bucky laid down beside him and let him nestle into his side.
“You told Steve I was your boyfriend?”, Tony asked.
“Mhmm.”, Bucky hummed, still ogling at Tony’s body. Tony started to giggle and Bucky looked at him.
“What’s so funny?”
“My lipstick is all over your face.”
—
The next morning, Tony tried to stand, but his legs felt like jello. It was a Saturday, so neither of them had anywhere to go. They were content to lay in bed all day if they wanted.
Bucky still had lipstick on his face and one of Tony’s fake eyelashes was stuck to his cheek. They slept pleasantly until Bucky’s stomach started to growl. He hummed tiredly, for once not wanting to abandon his bed in the name of food. He hugged Tony closer, almost laying on top of him.
“Bucky, get up. We’re all sticky.”
“You get used to it.”, Bucky mumbled against his shoulder. Tony squirmed until he was free to shower and clean himself up. Bucky followed his source of warmth into the bathroom.
“Did you have a good time last night?”, he asked Tony. Tony kissed him slowly and deeply while they waited for the shower to warm up.
“You were there, you know I did.”
The shower kept the cold winter air at bay. After they’d cleaned up, Tony decided to make the most of their nakedness. He dropped to his knees, water blocked by Bucky’s body.
“What are you up to, doll?”, Bucky arched a brow and ran his fingers through Tony’s hair.
“Nothing.”, Tony said before taking Bucky’s cock into his mouth and blowing him as good as he had the night before. Bucky’s body still hadn’t fully woken up, so the sudden stimulation had his toes curling.
Just before Bucky was going to cum, Tony took his mouth off him so he’d cum all over his face. Bucky looked down at Tony, who wiped the cum away and sucked it from his fingers. His cock twitched with interest, but Tony stood up, rinsed the remaining mess off of himself and exited the shower.
“Let’s get some breakfast.”
He walked out into the living room completely naked, his ass still wet and glistening. How did Bucky manage to find someone so goddamn sexy?
—
When Christmas break finally came and they were out of their dorms, Bucky and Tony moved into Maria’s old apartment.
“Damn, this is bigger than the house I grew up in.”, Bucky looked around.
It was a luxury apartment with two stories and a balcony. The furniture was expensive, the decorations cost more than Bucky’s life.
Once they had all their stuff put away, which took the majority of their day, they laid down in the bed they would share. The lights of the city cast through the window and onto the walls. They slept soundly during their first night in their new home.
Come Christmas time, Tony had a brief visit with Maria. Howard wasn’t too big on holidays, finding them to be a waste of time. Very Ebenezer Scrooge of him. Maria and Tony exchanged gifts in the apartment she’d given him.
“Who else is here?”, she asked him after they opened their presents.
“No one.”, Tony answered quickly.
“You have everything set up for two people. It’s okay, darling. This is your home now, I won’t be mad.”, she promised. Tony knew he could confide in his mother no matter what.
“You remember my roommate, Bucky?”
“I always thought he was cute.”
“Mom!”
“What? I’m happy for you, bambino. I’ve got to go now, your father is expecting me back. Merry Christmas, sweetheart. Tell Bucky I said hello when he gets back. I love you.”
—
Bucky got to go back home for Christmas. He was swarmed by his three sisters and his mom.
“We missed you at Thanksgiving.”, Katy, the third of the four, piped up first.
“How have you been?”, Becca, the oldest, asked.
“Did you bring someone with you?”, Lizzie, the youngest, shoved them aside to hug Bucky.
“Girls, let him walk in the door first.”, their mother chastised.
Bucky walked to the living room, still being asked a million questions. They hadn’t seen each other in a long time, almost a whole year. Becca had just gotten married, Bucky had been away at college, Katy was about to start her first year at a university out of state, and Lizzie was only in her junior year of high school.
They had dinner with minimal amounts of food flying across the table. Lizzie, who would forever be a child, flicked mashed potatoes at Bucky. He threw a green bean back when their mom wasn’t looking, but Becca made them stop.
“She started it.”, Bucky pointed across the table.
“No I didn’t.”, Lizzie stuck her tongue out.
“It doesn’t matter because I’m ending it.”, Becca said sternly.
Katy exhaled deeply, the long suffering sigh all third children knew.
After dinner, they opened presents. Lizzie, again, succeeded in antagonizing her big brother by throwing balled up wrapping paper at him. This time, though, when the other two got dragged into it, no one made them stop. Except their mom. When Becca knocked over a lamp. Bucky caught it before it hit the floor, so disaster avoided, right?
After Becca left and Lizzie and Katy went upstairs to bed, Bucky stayed in the living room and talked with his mom.
“You seem different, James.”, she contemplated her son.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re happy. Where’s my broody little Bucky gone?”, she pinched his cheek lightly. Bucky couldn’t hide his smile if he wanted to.
“Have you met someone?”
“Yeah, ma, I have.”
“You didn’t bring them?”
Bucky bit his lip and thought for a moment. He needed to tell his mom the truth or it would haunt him forever.
“Ma, can I tell you something?”, he asked, not answering her question.
“Always.”, she answered.
“I met a guy. And I’m really happy with him.”, he said, confused by her expectant expression.
“And? Was that all? Are you going to marry him?”, she tried to fill in blanks that weren’t there.
“Ma, I’m trying to tell you I’m bisexual.”, he clarified.
“Oh. Well, I knew that already.”, she shrugged.
“You knew?”
“Of course I knew, I’m your mother.”
“And you didn’t care to tell me?”
Winifred sighed and looked at her son, taking his hand in her own.
“I love you, James. I don’t care who you bring home. I’m glad this boy makes you happy. I just wish I got to meet the person that makes my son smile like this.”
“You will meet him, ma. You’ll love him.”, Bucky smiled, showing teeth and everything.
“I’m sure I will, James.”