Left In The Cold
Tony awoke with a groggy headache, as he always did after spending nights at that sleazy club. He stretched his arms, his elbows cracking, and opened his eyes, squinting at the bright light that shone through his window.
His body felt cold, and he reached over to wrap the blanket around himself. With a start, Tony realized he was alone.
"Bucky?" He called out, to an empty room. The name felt weird on Tony's tongue, and Tony couldnt fathom why he had cuddled with a stranger last night, but it felt lonely without him. Tony could still feel the faint feeling of Bucky's arms around his torso, his rough lips pressed against Tony's shoulderblades.
Tony swallowed the dry lump in his throat, and decided he needed water. "Forget that douche," Tony muttered. He didn't need the guy in his damn house anyway. He probably wanted to fuck him and when Tony fell asleep, left.
Tony scoffed in annoyance and stood up. He was hit with a stagger, and damn near fell over, but somehow managed to steady himself and pull on a pair of sweats.
He stumbled to the hallway, and leaned against the wall. He sniffed, and a strange unfamiliar scent was wafting into the air. Tony stiffened, and realized it was the smell of a beta.
Tony noticed with annoyance that his dick was hardening from the smell. He ignored it and went to the kitchen, determined to get this guy to leave him alone. Bucky had probably sent some dude to off him, since he didn't get his sex. Well, they had another thing coming, if Tony had a say in it.
Tony enetered the kitchen, prepared to fight, knowing damn well he would never win, and stopped dead.
A man, a gorgeous man, with kept blonde hair and an amazing body was sitting in his kitchen, drinking his coffee from his mug. Tony blinked. How did all these people get in his house?
"Excuse me," Tony started, but when the man turned to him, surprised, he paused again. The man had shining blue eyes that pierced and lips that made Tony's hardon return.
Before Tony could speak again those lips turned into a nasty frown. The man stood up, shoving the coffee mug onto the ground. It smashed loudly.
"Whoa dude," Tony huffed, crossing his arms. The man growled and strode up to him. He towered over Tony.
"I don't want you near Bucky," the man snapped, his face twisted in anger. "He doesn't need some slut fucking up his life."
Tony gaped in shock. He wanted to make a retort, but his mind was numb. He stared dumbly, probably looking like an idiot, with his mouth wide open. The man snickered.
"Slutty and dumb," he muttered, before twisting around and stalking out of the room. Tony's eyes followed him as he disappeared out into the front hall. A slam made Tony jump. The guy had left.
Tony stood, in the middle of his kitchen, shell shocked and angry. Who the fuck did this guy think he was?
With a growl, Tony whipped around and jogged to his bedroom. He ripped open his closet door and threw on his clothes, throwing a jacket over his shoulder.
He was going to the club, and he planned to get fucked. In both ways, he might add.
Bucky paced the small little room they called a bathroom. He rubbed his eyes and waited some more, the loud music from outside the door slamming into his ears.
The club was wild tonight, some special thing going on, and Bucky had hoped Tony wouldn't come. He had left early, sometime around four, in fear of Tony being mad when he woke up. He sure hadn't been the happiest of his appearance in his life.
But tony was here, and he looked angry. Bucky wanted to muster up the courage to go talk to him, but before he could some sleaze was manhandling Tony, and of course Tony basked in the attention. Bucky could still smell Tony's sweet scent, and it drove him wild.
Bucky had escaped to the bathroom, trying to control his anger and sadness. He couldn't explain nothing, the way he pinned for Tony so hard or why Steve was being so cold or why he kept denying all those boys in sexy little outfits willing to blow him.
Bucky sighed and rolled his shoulders, and decided to call Steve. He always knew what to do, and if he was angry at him he would help him anyway. That's what pals did.
The phone rang and the end message played. Bucky rolled his eyes, knowing Steve always had his phone on him, and dialled again.
Syev answered on the first ring. "What?" Anger laced his voice.
"I know you're mad at me, but I need your help." Bucky explained, hoping Steve wouldn't hang up.
He didnt, and his voice changed to worry. "What's wrong, Buck?"
"I saw Tony at the club and-"
"Oh, give me a fucking break," Steve snapped, and the call ended. Bucky blinked in shock. He needed to figure out why Steve was so pissed.
Reluntantly, he left the club, and Tony, behind. He half-jogged to his house, and the lights indicated that Steve was inside.
He barged inside and don't bother taking off his shoes. He found Steve sitting on the couch, watching some movie, with a blank look on his face.
"Stevie?" Bucky tried, leaning over the couch and pressing his hand against Steve's shoulder. Steve jerked and it fell away.
Bucky rolled his eyes. "What's your fucking problem, anyway?" He muttered. Steve was up in a flash, and Bucky didn't have time to react as Steve's knuckles landed on Bucky's chin.
"You're so fucking thick," Steve yelled, and Bucky, from the ground, noticed tears were falling from Steve's eyes and rolling down his cheeks. "You're so obsessed with this Tony guy, and he's no good for you."
"Why the hell do you care?" Bucky snapped, his jaw throbbing. He stood up and flexed his fingers. He didn't want to fight his friend, but oh, how he wanted to slap the tears off Steve's face.
"I love you!" Steve blurted, his face twisted. Bucky's body slumped, and his mouth dropped. "I've pinned for you for six years, and now this slut is tearing you away from me." Steve's voice was low and weirdly steady.
"Steve," Bucky whispered, but he didn't know what to say. "He's not a slut."
Steve's face went blank, then he laughed shortly. "Fuck you, and fuck Tony too." Bucky opened his mouth to say something, but Steve was gone in seconds.
Bucky's body was cold and tired, suddenly. His mouth felt dry and stale. Exhausted, he slowly made his way outside into the cool air.
He stepped onto the street, but he couldn't see Steve. He reached for his phone and, having took it from Tony's phone last night, dialled Tony's number.
It rang. Tony answered.
"Hello?" Tony's voice was like honey to Bucky's ears. Bucky tried to speak, but nothing came out.
"Who the hell is this and how do you have my number?" Tony demanded.
Bucky hung up. With a sigh, he checked the streets again, and ran after his friend.