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“I see… Okay…”
Bucky walks past the brightly lit Christmas tree and steps into Tony’s study. The billionaire is on the phone but looks over and gives a smile, so he takes a seat, being cautious and careful not to jostle himself too much as he does.
“Thank you, I appreciate the info… No, no need to tell him I called… Happy holidays to you too,” Tony says as he hangs up.
“What was that about?”
“Oh, that was Sister Margaret’s.”
“Ah. How is he?”
“Better they said. Making progress in PT.”
Bucky just nods. In the mayhem of everything that happened five weeks ago, news on the FBI’s former prime suspect, Peter’s ex-whatever, Wade -- allegedly missing since the fire at his rehab facility -- had fallen through the cracks. But Tony, who cares for people more deeply than he lets on, had taken it upon himself to find out what happened to the former mercenary. It turned out Wilson hadn’t actually gone missing after the arson incident he was suspected of at all. What really happened was, as the fire spread through the facility, Wade had tried to get as many people out as he could but ended up trapped by the smoke and couldn't find his own way out. When the fire was finally extinguished, he was found still alive but with third degree burns over ninety percent of his body. He’d been unrecognizable and, since he was unconscious and had no form of identification on him, it had taken over a week for dentals to match him to his Canadian service records. Since then, he’d been moved to a long-term care hospital -- on Tony Stark’s dime, though official records showed the patron to be anonymous -- and was slowly making progress towards adjusting to his new life. Bucky couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of comradery to the man he’d never met and, while he was glad Wilson was getting better, it was disheartening to know everything he’d gone through.
Tony pulls Bucky from his thoughts when he asks, “Where’s Pete?”
The soldier chuckles mischievously in response. He opens his mouth to answer but is brought up short when his laughter jolts him just so and sends a bizarre sensation through him.
“You okay? Is it your ribs? The arm?” the other man instantly wants to know.
Over the last almost month and a half, Bucky’s healed nicely, his men have made sure of it. When he was sent home from the infirmary at SI into the attentive care of Peter and Tony, the two had hardly let him lift a finger as he started convalescing. Then, just a few days after coming home, Dr. Bruce Banner had flown in with a new custom prosthetic for him. The limb was made of an almost indestructible alloy, with a sleek design, improved mobility, better, more perceptive sensors, and best of all, had been designed to join to the existing base attached to his skeleton. Putting it in place had gone so smoothly that there was barely any down time, he was using the arm within a few days and now had full use and control of the limb. While it had been nice to feel so doted on over the previous weeks, the soldier is willing to admit that he’s ready to get back to life as usual and for the other two to stop fluttering around every time he so much as sneezes.
Sighing affectionately, Bucky says, “Tony, you know my ribs are fine. So is my arm. When are you going to stop hovering?”
“Well, excuse me for caring about your well being.”
Rolling his eyes, Bucky ignores Tony’s dramatics and instead inquires, “Are you done for the night?”
“I can be. Why?”
“We, uh, heard you’d been a good boy this year, so Peter and me have a little surprise for you.”
“A surprise? What kind of surprise?”
“The kind that’s sure to get us all put on the naughty list.”
A lascivious grin spreads across Tony’s face. “I can’t wait. Give me five minutes to shut everything down and I’ll get us a lifetime pass to the naughty list.”
Giving the man space to do what he needs to do, Bucky steps into the living. The open concept space has been transformed into a veritable winter wonderland over the past month. Fairy lights twinkle along the fireplace with bright ribbon woven throughout, live garland accents every flat surface outside the reach of little hands, and more wrapped packages than the soldier has ever seen are piled under the tree.
It’s Christmas Eve and it’s the first time in over a decade that Bucky feels like that date means anything for him. He’s used to spending this time of year in a foxhole or a cave or some other equally dismal location where the holidays are just another day until the mission is done. But this year, seeing Morgan’s face as the decorations went up, feeling Peter and Tony’s excitement grow as Christmas got closer, having people to share it all with… Well, all Bucky can say is that, for the first time in a long time, he’s really looking forward to Christmas morning.
The sound of sliding doors behind him lets the soldier know that Tony has joined him.
“Okay then, show me to the coal vault,” the billionaire says.
Leading the way upstairs, Bucky feels nerves start to rise up like little butterflies in his stomach. This won’t be the first time that he’s engaged in certain ‘strenuous activities’ since being released from Dr. Cho’s care, but that doesn’t do much to calm his nerves.
“Morgan in bed?” Tony asks as they reach the upper landing.
“Pete said she was down for the night.”
The billionaire stops outside their bedroom door -- Bucky hadn’t slept in his own room since coming home weeks ago -- and grins. “Glad to hear it.”
“Me too, but that’s not where we’re headed,” the soldier tells him. “We’re headed there,” he clarifies, pointing to another door.
At that, Tony’s grin falters in the best way.
Grabbing the other man by the hand, Bucky pulls him to the door at the end of the hall. The door to the playroom.
Many memorable encounters had taken place in the black and white room of the downstairs apartment over the past eleven months, some that Bucky was sure to never forget. That playroom had been where he explored so many new things with Peter, where he and Tony had gotten closer, where he’d experienced brand new, mind blowing heights of pleasure. But the soldier knows that that space is child’s play compared to the room they stand before now. The room he's about to play in for the very first time.
Opening the door, the Sergeant sees that this is a real playroom. A playroom one would expect of Tony Stark.
Stepping inside the expansive space, Bucky feels like he’s been transported to another world. The walls are a dark honey gold, the floors a plush amber frieze, the draperies a luxurious saffron velvet, with everything else comprised of varying shades of reds and crimsons - from the obnoxiously large bed, to the elaborate leather swing, to the prominent St. Andrew’s Cross, to the lavish spanking bench, to the chaise lounge familiar from a video sent once upon a time, to the art piece made of whips and paddles and floggers. But none of that is even close to the most engrossing sight before him. No, that is hands down the sight of Peter naked and sprawled out in the middle of the bed, flushed and panting, working an impressive purple dildo in and out of his ass.
“Finally,” the younger man groans. “I thought I was going to have to finish without you two. Get your asses over here before I explode.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Tony says, moving to unbutton his shirt.
Bucky follows suit and quickly rips off his t-shirt and sweats and hops into bed to capture Peter’s mouth in a fiery kiss, playing it up to give the older man a little show.
“God, it’s that a sight,” Tony muses, pausing his disrobing to admire what’s happening before him.
Peter pulls away from Bucky’s lips and looks at his spouse. “Like what you see?” he teases.
The soldier, not willing to lose contact with the younger man, keeps mouthing along his neck as he watches the billionaire nod enthusiastically.
“Well, baby, it’s about to get a lot better,” Peter says.
“Oh, yeah?”
The younger man is tantalizingly stroking his hand along Bucky’s rapidly hardening cock while he makes sultry eyes at Tony and asks, “Wanna see more?”
Another enthusiastic nod.
Turning to Bucky, Peter gives him a knowing look. “Show him,” he says.
Getting with the program, the soldier straddles his boyfriend's hips, ass in the air, and looks over his shoulder, grinning to himself when he hears the groan as Tony finally sees it. The black plug nestled between his cheeks.
Eyes burning as he rakes them over the men on the bed, Tony finally asks, “What, ah- What exactly did you have in mind?”
Bucky smirks over his shoulder. “Do you remember that night Happy came down with the flu?”
Obviously confused by the segue, the billionaire cocks his head. “Yeah…?”
“Remember what was happening right before that?”
“Yeah…”
“Remember that thing Peter said right before the phone rang?”
“Umm…”
“I told him that next time you were going to fuck him while he fucks me,” Peter enlightens his husband.
“This is next time,” Bucky adds.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Tony groans.
Shaking his ass enticing, the soldier beckons, “Don’t keep me waiting.”
As the billionaire attempts to divest himself of his clothing in record time, Bucky lays back and feels those nerves returning to his gut. Tonight is a big deal for him. In the weeks since he’s been home, it’s not like he’s been chaste, they’ve done as much as the soldier was able in terms of sexual activity, but nothing like this.
After coitus interruptus the night Happy called, Bucky’d made it clear that he was ready and willing to explore his own ass, so there had been a lot of toys and fingering since then to get him used to it while accommodating his healing, but yesterday Dr. Cho had finally given the green light for sex, so tonight was going to be his first time. He couldn’t lie to himself, part of him was terrified and felt like he was eighteen again, drunk with his friend's brother in the bed of a pickup truck after a house party, unsure of what to do or expect. But he has to remind himself that this is different, Peter and Tony are different. They love each other and all of them are ready for this step. Together.
Now gloriously naked, Tony climbs into the bed with them and pulls Bucky in to kiss him senseless, running his hands over every reachable inch of the soldier’s body, burning away all the nerves in the process. Who can focus on being nervous when Tony Stark’s tongue is shoved in your mouth? Eventually breaking apart, breathless, the billionaire repeats the same thing with his husband.
As Peter finally ends the kiss and pulls away, panting, he turns to Bucky with an earnest look on his face. “If anything is too much or uncomfortable -- because of your injuries or otherwise -- you have to tell us and we’ll stop, no matter what.”
Tony nods in agreement and a warm feeling blossoms in Bucky’s chest because he knows how much they both mean it. “I promise, if anything gets to be too much, I’ll speak up.”
Admittedly, engaging in your first real threesome while simultaneously experiencing anal for the first time is a lot. But Bucky’s never been with anyone he trusts more than the two men in bed with him, so he isn’t worried. He knows they’ll take care of him and make sure this is a memorable encounter for all the right reasons.
Worries assuaged, Peter wastes no time as he grabs a wedge shaped pillow and shoves it under his hips, ready to go. “Buck, it’ll be easier if you enter me first, then Tony can pull out the plug and enter you,” he instructs. “It’s going to be a lot, baby, but -- if my experience is anything to go by -- it’ll feel amazing. Just go with the flow, okay?”
Bucky nods, mouth going dry as those pesky nerves come back. Reaching for the lube Peter left on the bed next to the discarded dildo, the soldier slicks up his hard cock and slides into the tight, warm heat of his boyfriend’s body. Leaning forward to kiss the younger man, Bucky let’s himself get lost in the familiar pleasure for a moment.
Eventually Tony nestles up behind him and asks, “Are you ready for me, honey?”
Pulling away from Peter, Bucky looks back at the older man and feels his heart clench at the wrecked sight he finds. Tony’s dick is already red with beads of precome leaking from the tip at the mere prospect of fucking him. There’s a flush across his cheeks and all the way down his neck like the older man is barely restraining himself from his need for the soldier. That lights a fire in Bucky's belly.
“Fuck me, Tony,” he pants.
Surging forward to plaster his chest along the Sergeant’s back, Tony starts nipping and sucking along his neck as he reaches for the plug. Gently pulling it out, the billionaire lines up his generously lubed dick and pauses. “Tell me if you need me to stop,” he grunts before slowly, slowly easing in his cock.
Holding perfectly still, Bucky groans as Tony pushes in further. The man is thick, but it feels so good as that girth slides against his prostate. Everything they’ve done in the past weeks leading up to this and the plug he’d used to stretch himself out mean there’s hardly any discomfort, but the feeling of Peter’s channel hugging his dick and Tony’s member pressing against that magical spot inside of him has the soldier in a state. He’s already struggling not to tremble at the dual sensations of pleasure.
Tony keeps pushing forward until he finally bottoms out and stills himself, pressing his forehead between Bucky’s shoulder blades as he pants, “So goddamn tight. Feels so good.”
“Shit, this is probably the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Peter says mostly to himself. “You set the pace, Bucky. Move when you're ready.”
The soldier is honestly not sure he is even capable of movement right now but he’s been trained to control his body, so he pushes the thought aside and starts moving anyway.
Undulating back and forth, he pushes his cock forward into Peter’s hole before pulling back and impaling himself on Tony’s dick. The feeling is intense but incredible. He sets a swift pace, not sure which sensation he’s chasing more.
Though Bucky’s eyes are screwed shut, he can hear that his partners are just as lost in the moment as he is. Peter keeps moaning and cursing with his hands tightly wound through the soldier’s hair while Tony keeps up a constant stream of whispered profanity as he grips Bucky’s hips almost hard enough to leave bruises.
While the physical intensity of their joining is immense for all of them, Bucky finds the part of his brain that’s still capable of thought getting caught up in something else even more powerful. This is the first time they’ve all three really been together since they acknowledged their love for one another and that love is almost a tangible force swirling around them, ramping up the passion between them. It’s something Bucky has never experienced before. He’s never felt for anyone the way he feels for the two men surrounding him and knowing they feel the same way for him only makes this moment more profound and pushes the soldier closer to the edge.
“God, you’re so amazing, baby,” Peter pants, pulling the soldier into a kiss by his hair.
Feeling a familiar coil beginning to tighten low in his belly, Bucky can no longer hold back the trembling as he keeps working back and forth. He’s shaking outright now and doesn’t know how much longer he can keep moving his body this way.
“Fuck, I’m getting close, Buck,” the younger man huffs against his lips. “You feel so damn good, you’re gonna make me fucking come. Shit, baby, just looking at you... Fucking me so good while Tony fucks you. You’re incredible.”
Watching Peter’s face, hearing his words, hearing Tony groaning behind them, it’s almost too much and Bucky can’t hold himself up anymore. Collapsing down, he catches himself on his elbow before crushing the man beneath him.
“Are you okay, Bucky? Do you need to stop?” Tony asks, voice sounding like gravel.
Horrified by the idea, the soldier just whimpers in response, frantically shaking head, unable to find words to say how much that’s exactly what he doesn’t want.
Seeming to accept that as answer enough, Tony leans forwards and starts fucking in and out of him, each thrust pushing Bucky cock into Peter hole.
Pressing his forehead to the younger man’s shoulder, the Sergeant groans. Snaking a hand between their bodies, he grips Peter’s cock and begins stroking him in rhythm to Tony’s thrusts, finding the contact grounding somehow.
He can feel himself getting closer to the edge, towards what he knows will be a mind-blowing orgasm, but he needs more. His mind struggling to remember how to speak, it takes a moment before he succeeds in barking out, “Harder, Tony. Harder.”
The older man doesn’t need to be told twice. Adjusting his grip on Bucky’s hips, Tony shifts and starts pounding into him. It’s amazing.
“Fuck, Tony, just like that,” Peter groans at the change in pace. “Oh god, baby, even harder.”
“Buck?” the billionaire grunts, asking his permission.
Beyond words at the moment, all Bucky can do is reach back and pull Tony closer in response.
Obeying the silent command, the older man is absolutely pummeling his ass now, fucking the soldier so hard that he’s not sure he’ll be able to walk right tomorrow, but he can’t bring himself to care. It feels so good that he can’t even move anymore. He’s just laying across Peter, shivering from head to toe, whimpering and moaning as pleasure threatens to overtake him.
At some point in the past few moments the soldier has stopped moving the hand on his boyfriend’s cock. So Peter, whispering words of encouragement into his ear, wraps his hand around Bucky’s and together they resume stroking. It only takes half a dozen passes before the younger man tenses.
“Oh fuck!” he cries, arching his back as his dick shoots off between them.
His ass clenching as he comes, Peter tightens around Bucky’s member and the sensation tightens that coil in his gut until he’s positively vibrating with need, so close to tipping over the edge.
Tony doesn’t miss a beat, he leans forward until his front is flush with Bucky’s back and, thrusting relentlessly, he grips their hands together, interlacing their fingers. “You gonna come for me, too, baby?” he whispers hotly into the Sergeant’s ear. “You gonna come apart on my cock? Show me. Give it to me. Let me see you come for me. I love you so goddamn much, I can’t wait to see you fall to pieces. Come on, Bucky, come for me.”
Something about the string of filth flying out of the mouth of the man who is always so quiet in bed is all it takes for Bucky to finally tip over that edge into oblivion. Body going completely rigid, he goes off like a rocket. As Tony tenses behind him and warmth fills him from the inside, wave after wave of pleasure crest through the soldier until the euphoria overwhelms him and his vision goes dark as he blacks out.
Blinking slowly, Bucky comes to. He could have been out for minutes or hours, he doesn’t know or care. All he knows for sure is that Tony and Peter are cocooned on either side of him and he’s warm, happy, loved, and sated.
“Welcome back, soldier. We lost you there for a minute,” Peter teases.
“Hmm…”
“I don’t think he can form words yet, babe,” Tony says.
“Words or no, that was amazing, honey.”
“He’s right, Buck, you were incredible.”
Warmth blooms across his cheeks and Bucky can feel himself blushing.
Kindly ignoring the Sergeant’s reaction, Tony barrels on, “But I’m putting this out there now, next time I get to be in the middle.”
Bucky can’t help the little moan that escapes at the thought. “Deal,” he says.
“Deal,” Peter agrees, grinning salaciously.
Snuggling in closer as the various fluids still coating them begin to cool, they fall into a companionable silence.
That is, until Tony, never one to leave a quiet moment alone, pipes up and says, “I just realized that I was your first. I just took your virginity.”
Smirking, Bucky nods, “Sure, Tony, I’ll be sure to tell Todd Warner that he wasn’t actually my first, you were.”
“I don’t know, Buck,” Peter pipes up. “Tony Stark as your first? I’d go with it.”
“See? Peter agrees with me. I was your first.”
Thinking back to another first months ago, Bucky suddenly barks out a laugh.
“I didn’t think it was that funny,” the billionaire says, sounding mildly offended.
“No, it’s not that,” the soldier snorts. “It’s… Merry Christmas to me.”***
It takes Tony a second, but when it clicks, he starts chuckling too.
A confused look crosses Peter's face, but then catches up and joins in.
All three laying there spent and laughing, Bucky knows this is going to be the best Christmas ever.