"You wanna what?" Bucky asked, pinching the cigarette and letting out a gush of smoke in his awe and disbelief. "Why the fuck would you want that? You're married for Christ's sake!" His tone got a little high at the end, his eyes wise, slightly scared, slightly angry.

"I want to know if it's me. If the relationship is failing because I'm not into men anymore. Steve is the only man I've been with, ever, so I don't know if it's him or if its men in general that put me off," Tony sounded desperate, pleading. "I'll pay you, if you want, but I'd rather not. I mean, I can if you-"

"No." Bucky shook his head, taking another drag. "This is for Steve. Not you. It's to see if there is any way to salvage his marriage. Alright?" James' blue eyes are calculating, if a little cold. He isn't hard yet, but he doesn't seem to shrivel at the idea either. "Why don't I fuck you? Maybe you just need a stiff one up your ass, maybe that's why it isn't good anymore." He shrugged, honest and open. "Or we could do both."

Tony nods because somehow, somewhere deep in his mind he realized he needs this. Their lips crash together, warmth, security, protection, it's all there. It's hidden in the kiss and Tony is literally shuddering with it. James fumbled with the buttons on Tony's crisp, expensive, name-brand shirt, before sliding it off his shoulders. He pressed his hand to the arc reactor, curious to see if it was cold. It was. He shuddered a lightly and popped the button on Tony's suit pants, dropping to his knees. Tony licked his lips and tugged James' hair. All Tony was wearing was some, ironically, Iron Man boxers and his black, silk tie.

"I'll suck you instead, come on Bucky, stand up." He smiled, his chest flushed, and dropped to his knees. "You haven't gotten a blow job in a while, have you?" His tone was calm and playful. He didn't know why he enjoyed the idea of Bucky fucking his face.

"It's been years," he murmured, dropping his pants as he stood up. Tony had told Steve he didn't want to do this anymore, so he was surprised when he started salivating at the sight of Bucky, hard and leaking in his hand. He took the shaft in hand, sucking tentatively. James responded almost automatically, hips jerking into Tony's mouth, one hand gripping his hair with a needy, almost desperate harshness. "Oh, god, fuck." He whimpered, hips arching when Tony brought in a little teeth.

"S'good then?" He murmured, sucking hard, his cheeks hollowing out. His eyes shot up, his chest tightened when he saw James looking to him with something akin to wonder. He flushed and looked away, pulling off of James' cock with an obscenely erotic pop. "You wanna cum in my mouth or in my ass?" His voice was rough, throat raw.

"Can I fuck your face for a little while? I didn't realize how much I missed getting head." His tone is so pleading and Tony smirks, licking the head of Bucky's cock like a kitten to milk. "Oh Jesus, please say yes."

Tony wrapped his lips around James' cock and his mouth was being fucked, hard and rough and demanding. Drool dripped down his chin, soaked his lips and ran in strings from his mouth to Bucky's cock when the man pulled back to let him breathe. He looked up, chest heaving, eyes wide, not bothering to wipe the saliva away. His head was guided, taking all of Bucky then being pulled off totally, the process repeating till Tony had tears in his eyes.

James dropped to his knees, kissing Tony's tears away. He felt awful. "I'm sorry, god, I know how awful it is to be throat fucked like that. I'm sorry Tony," he wasn't doing this to be tender, or as a declaration of anything. He honestly knew what it was like to have someone throat fuck you till you were sobbing and felt lower then shit. He'd never had someone to soothe him though. "I'm sorry. I just, god it felt so good." His eyes were like ice, all blue heat and guilt.

Tony got his breath back and looked up to Bucky. "I didn't say you had to stop. You were just slamming my gag reflex is all. Hope you can slam my ass that hard." He gave James a kinky smirk.

James chuckled. "Come on, let's go lay down and I'll rim you." He offered Tony a hand and the man took it, walking to the bedroom with James. James ran his hands along Tony's bare skin, helping him out of his boxers and discarding them on the floor.

"I suppose you're clean, right? Because I /detest/ condoms. I'm allergic to most latex brands, and lamb skin condoms rip too easily," his tone was sassy and a little defiant.

"Alright. Fine. Get on the bed, face down, ass up." James' tone was commanding and Tony did what he said, spreading his thighs and resting his cheek on the bed. He was hard, leaking with anticipation and want. "You know, this may ruin the mood, but I'm pretty sure it's Steve."

"I know."


I have nearly 100 views and a single review. 79 people and only one of you takes the time to review. No followers, no favorites, nothing. You guys aren't making tis easy -nervous laugh- but here's some smut, hopefully this will make everyone happy. Reviews are needed for the next chapter.

c'mon, push the button, you know you wanna~