Steve woke up to the sun shining through the blinds of his room. He blinked, his eyes adjusting slowly to the light and rubbing away drowsiness from his face. Clearing his throat he sat up and Clint was sitting in the corner of his room, propped up in a chair and sleeping. Steve scrunched his eyebrows and cleared his throat more loudly this time. Clint jerked and his eyes shot open, looking around and remembering where he was.
"Clint?" Steve yawned.
"Sorry, I must've fallen asleep."
Steve mussed his hair a little and blinked a few more times. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought you could use a night cap," he smirked. "You know, protection." Clint stretched his arms above his head and extended his legs outward, slumping down slightly in the process.
"From what? The boogeyman?" Steve huffed out a small laugh and Clint's hearted skipped. Steve scooted his back up against the head board and let his head drop back with a thud. "I told you I'm fine. I'm a big boy, Clint."
Clint let his eyes rake over Steve's bare chest. There was a light dusting of bruises on his body and Clint smiled. He thought he'd feel a little bad for hitting Steve, but a good spar here and there was always fun for Clint. In all honesty, that was the first time he actually bonded with one of his other teammates and he was glad it was Steve.
"I don't remember coming here last night," Steve states as if it were a question. "Did you carry me to bed?"
"I'm strong, but I'm not THAT strong. It'd be like carrying a moose up a very steep hill, while dragging three cinder blocks attached to both ankles," Clint barks out sarcastically.
Steve rolls his eyes and giggles along with Clint. Steve moves his legs to one side of his bed as if about to get out. He removes the covers and by some weird instinct, Clint lurches over and offers to help Steve get out of bed. Putting out cautious hands ready to catch him if he fell. Steve feels Clint's hand go over his body and start clutching. Steve freezes and looks down at Clint curiously.
"Clint, I was fucked, not paralyzed. And it was almost two nights ago," Steve says nonchalantly.
Clint wanted to slap Steve for saying that like it was nothing, but it just made him more jealous of Tony. Clint pulls his hands away and watches as Steve tip toes over to his closet and gets dressed, pulling on tan pants and a form fitting shirt. Steve looks over to were Clint is watching and blushes, looking away.
"What?" Steve asks flustered. He can sense Clint walking up closer behind him and stiffens up when he hears Clint's voice so close to his ear.
"Just watching," Clint whispers almost intimately.
"Voyeur." The word sending a shiver down Steve's spine as he said it.
"What's wrong with that?"
"Never said there was anything wrong about it. Just saying."
Clint licks his lips and takes a step closer to Steve, his breath now ghosting over his back. Steve's back muscles twitch underneath his shirt. He wants to turn around and face Clint, but he's too hot and flushed. Steve felt trapped between Clint and his closet.
"You wouldn't believe the stuff I've seen," Clint mumbled. Letting curiosity slap Steve in the face, baiting him to ask Clint what things he had seen. Steve probably hoping it was something dirty and maybe it was.
"Maybe we should go get some breakfast," Steve said nervously. He turned around and walked past Clint.
So close, Clint thought. So close.
Steve walked into the kitchen and saw Bruce and Tony chortling at Thor attempting to make an omelet. Steve's stomach twisted when Tony clasped a hand on the back of Bruce's neck. He came in further and sat down at a counter stool. Clint followed in soon after.
"Well, well, well. Looks like someone got lucky last night," Tony said all too sarcastically. His humor exceptionally dry this morning.
"I could say the same to you," Steve bit out contemptuously. He looked over at Bruce who giggled and stopped when he saw the look Steve was giving him.
Clint sat down beside Steve flicked his eyes over Tony and Bruce, seeing the obvious attraction between them. Were they doing it on purpose?
When Thor had successfully burnt breakfast, he served his friends a plate each and waited to see their reaction. Everyone hesitantly grabbed their forks and took tiny bites. The eggs were over done and the bacon was practically charcoal, but not wanting to smash Thor's spirit they all gave him nervous praises.
"Shall I make breakfast everyday?" Thor asked enthusiastically.
"Don't go and burden yourself," Tony said hastily.
"Yeah," Bruce agreed,"we'll take turns."
"As you wish," Thor beamed.
Thor took a seat across from Steve and munched down on his less then perfect breakfast, but he didn't seem to notice. Whatever made Thor so happy all the time was a mystery and Steve wished he could feel like that, instead of feeling hurt and used and disposable. Steve wanted to punch a hole through the wall when Tony teasingly fed Bruce small bites. He wasn't very inconspicuous for a cheater.
"So friend," Thor boomed, addressing Steve. "We missed you yesterday. Where did you run off to?"
All eyes were instantly on Steve and he flushed. He didn't like being put on the spot, but he respected Thor enough to not take his sourness out on him.
"To the gym. I just needed to let off some steam."
"I coulda helped you with that," Tony winked.
Steve shot a look over to him and tried focusing on his food.
"Thanks, but Clint's a little better in hand to hand combat," Steve remarked.
Tony smirked. "I'm very capable with my hands, Mr. Rogers, but you knew that already didn't you?"
Steve clenched his jaw and turned pink. The team didn't need to know that little piece of information and Steve was sure they didn't want to.
"You may be capable, Mr. Stark, but you could still lack finesse," Clint shot back quickly.
Steve blushed to himself when Clint stood up for him and wanted to kiss him in thanks, but he just restrained himself and watched as Tony backed down. Possibly running out of witty comebacks. Thor bolstered into laughter, slapping his knee and clapping Clint on the back warmly.
"Words have never been more true," Thor chortled. "Will you not stand up for your boyfriend Mr. Banner?" Thor could be sarcastic too.
Bruce went pale and after that, the conversation had ended. They went on eating their burnt, but full hearted attempt at breakfast, and started the rest of their morning in silence.
"Can I ask you something?" Steve mumbled to Thor. Without waiting for an answer he asked anyway. "Why are you always so happy?"
"Why not?" Thor countered as he swung at his punching bag.
Steve was flush against his own punching, clutching to it tightly and almost dangling from it. He spun a little on it and twirled in thought. He was determined to learn his secret.
"Yeah, but, doesn't life ever get you down?"
"Nothing can defeat the mighty Thor. Not even mortal life."
Thor could be funny in the weirdest ways sometimes. Steve smiled from ear to ear and then frowned. The super soldier wished he could live up to his name like Thor did. He felt like that small squirt from Brooklyn again.
"Does something trouble you friend?" Thor asked concerned. He had stopped punching and focused his attention on Steve.
"Do you ever get that feeling that you put all your love into something that doesn't love you back?" It all rushed out before Steve could stop himself.
Thor raised an eyebrow and walked over to sit next to Steve on the bench. "Is this about Tony?"
"No," Steve deflected and Thor gave him a disapproving look. "Yes."
"We all have someone like that," Thor assured.
"Like you have Jane?"
"Not Jane," Thor confirmed.
Steve scrunched his eyebrows and tilted his head. "Then who?"
"Loki."
"But you love Jane?"
Thor chuckled and shook his head. Steve was completely lost as Thor admitted his love for his brother. It was strange. He was such a ladies man and he could have anyone he wanted, but so did Tony.
"Sometimes people tell themselves they're in love with someone they desire strongly, when in reality they love another. I was only with Jane because I thought it was the right thing to do."
"So, you're saying I'm not meant to be with Tony?" Steve inquired skeptically.
"It is what you want it to mean, my friend," Thor said as he rubbed affectionately at Steve's shoulder. "You miss him don't you?" Steve said after a beat. "I wish to hold him in my arms and never let go, but I can never do such a thing." Steve frowned and it made his shitty relationship look wonderful. To love someone and never be able to show it openly must've been a nightmare worse than death. But no matter how bleak things looked, Thor remained hopeful and happy. Thor was the best of all of them, Steve thought. He didn't know whether to be happy about his current situation or envy Thor.
Later that evening Steve walked idly through the halls, not noticing that he had stopped in front of Tony's door. His heart fluttered a little and he was about to knock, but heard a noise coming from inside the door. Steve swallowed thickly and slowly opened the heavy door to Tony's room.
Off in a distance Clint followed and watched Steve intently when Clint saw Steve pause and enter the room nervously. Clint's heart dropped a little and he sighed. He wanted Steve more than anything in this world, but Steve was too blind to see how perfect he was with him. Steve just kept going back to Tony.
When Steve had entered the room, his jaw dropped and his eyes blew wide open. It was Tony and Bruce in a very compromising position, naked. They were tangled together in a mess of limbs, sweaty and mussed hair. Panting hot breaths caught by tinier rapid ones. Steve didn't know what to say. Suspecting it was one thing, seeing it was entirely different.
In the middle of all the kissing and tonguing Steve made a noise and both Tony and Bruce froze up, heads turning so fast it made a full revolution on their shoulders.
"Steve!" Tony called out, nt so surprised. "Care to join us?"
Steve stared in bewilderment. Only Tony would have such nerve asking him that. He should turn around and run to the gym, or cry. He should say no, he should be angry, but he feels nothing. Just shock.
"Yeah, Steve. It'll be fun," Bruce winked suggestively. "I've always wanted a taste of you."
Tony and Bruce smiled slyly one last time and started making out again. Tongues swirling and teasing, hands caressing all over and stroking more intimate parts. They both looked over with eachother's tongues in their mouths as if beckoning Steve over.
Steve felt his feet moving, but not on his own accord. When he reached the edge of Tony's bed, they both crawled over to Steve and started stripping him of his clothes. Each article falling to the ground. When he was bared to the men before him he was dragged into bed, Tony in front of him and Bruce behind him..
When they all settled into the bed Steve took a deep breath and waited for what would happen. Tony leaned forward to claim Steve's lips as Bruce licked, bit, and sucked kisses into his neck and shoulder. Steve moaned into Tony's mouth wantonly and his cock was hard. Bruce's hand snaked around and gripped Steve's cock firmly, stroking it gently. Bruce was biting his ear now and Tony sucked on Steve's bottom lip.
"Should we fuck him?" Tony asked Bruce, as if Steve wasn't even there.
Bruce breathed hotly into Steve's ear and chuckled weakly. "I think he'd like that. He's practically dripping at the thought," Bruce confirmed with a stroke and squeeze.
Steve moaned out loud and shuddered on an upstroke. He didn't want this, but he did. He couldn't help the way he was over worked by the smallest things and he could feel Tony's stubble and weak pants against his lips. He couldn't possibly disagree.
"Get him on his hands and knees," Tony husked.
Bruce obliged and pushed down between Steve's shoulder blades, urging him to bend over. Steve fell forward on his hands and flushed bodily. He was so hard and all he ached for was a touch. Tony knelt in front of him, urging his cock to and past Steve's full lips. He opened up to the hot flesh and took it all the way down his throat.
He could already taste Tony and his throat flexed and adjusted to his size, his tongue running along the bottom. Saliva dripped out of the seam of his mouth as Tony started to move in and out of his mouth.
Behind him, Bruce had been prepping himself for entry into Steve's other end. When Bruce had finished stroking his cock with lube, he lined up and sunk into Steve's body. Around Tony's cock, he moaned and choked on sobs, but it felt too good that he didn't want to stop.
Bruce cock was lodged inside him and he clenched by reflex. He heard Bruce make a noise of appreciation and he swore he felt the cock inside him pulse. Bruce was huge and for a fleeting second Steve thought about how hot it would be to fuck him when he was the Hulk. He shivered and leaked.
Tony thrusted in Steve's mouth gingerly, not going too fast, but not exactly going slow either. He having Tony in his mouth and loved feeling even little twitch and pulse along his tongue. The taste was also intoxicating. But the act alone turned him on the most.
THIS turned him on. Being taken on both ends and questioning the consent in all this. It made him felt hot, but dirty at the same time. It felt dangerous.
Bruce started to move in and out of Steve slowly. Gripping Steve's hips, he moved faster and more efficiently. Bruce tilted his position and stabbed Steve's prostate on even instroke. Steve arched towards the bed and yelped, as much as he could, around the cock filling his mouth. The vibrations stimulating Tony even more.
His jaw and ass started to ache, but in a good way. In a way he loved so much. Steve was being slammed back onto Bruce's cock so hard and fast, that Tony no longer had to move his hips. Bruce was a beast and relentless. He obviously loved to take sex roughly and Steve wondered if Bruce fucked Tony, or if Tony fucked Bruce.
"Damn, Tony. You never told me how tight his ass was. Or how big a slut he was," Bruce remarked.
That stung a little and damped Steve's pride a bit, but he honestly could care less as of now.
In that instant, the cock his lips were wrapped around pulsed and exploded into his mouth, coating his tongue and making him choke slightly. Steve swallowed what he could as Tony pulled out and finished all over Steve's red lips. Tony shook from the tremors, a hand idly jerking himself through completion.
"That mouth of your's is just too much," Tony panted out.
Bruce picked up the pace, as if he could go any faster, and rammed as hard as he could into Steve's prostate. He hit it so hard and so much that it started to hurt Steve. Steve closed his eyes tightly and came with one of the sexiest moans Tony had ever heard in his whole life. What was strange was that Steve had thought of Clint when he came all over Tony's sheets. His orgasm coming out like a punch to the gut.
Steve slumped forward as Bruce emptied himself all over Steve's abused prostate and Steve wished it was Clint who had thoroughly fucked his ass and mouth. Not Bruce and Tony. After the high of his orgasm, Bruce slipped out and Steve felt dirty and used.
"Fuck," Bruce gasped, out of breath. "We need to do that again sometime."
Without thinking much on the subject, he quickly got dressed and bolted out of the room and down the hallway.
Clint was furious.
"Why'd you pick him?" Steve questioned as Tony worked on one of his old cars. "Why'd you pick Bruce?"
Tony slid out from under the hot rod and took his goggles off. He was covered in grease and Steve tried not to find that sexy as hell. He was serious and determined right now.
"I don't love him," Tony said flatly.
"Then why is he so special?"
"You're special to me too, Steve."
"Bullshit," Steve said in disbelief. "You're tired of me and you know it." It hurt to say it, but it was true and it needed to be said. This conversation needed to happen. "And I was actually stupid enough to fall for your lies. You were fucking Bruce behind my back and I let it happen. And I let you guys take me like some cheap whore. And for what?" Steve asked furiously, tears starting to form. "For some false hope that I might actually fall in love with someone like you?"
"Steve, calm down," Tony said as he reached out with calming hands.
"Don't fucking touch me," Steve warned.
Tony backed away and let Steve yell and cry all he wanted. Tony felt a little bad, but Steve needed to understand that Tony wasn't the relationship kind and that soon he'd lose interest in Bruce and find another. It was the circle of life for Tony. Plain and simple.
"Why Tony? Why Bruce? Just tell me that at least," Steve pleaded helplessly.
"I don't know why?" Tony said truthfully. And when Steve made a look that said that explanation wasn't good enough, Tony tried hard to think of a better reason. "I can talk to him."
"What? Y-you can't talk to me?" Steve asked flustered. "Like you actually care about talking," Steve scoffed with an eye roll.
"Steve, I honestly don't know what to say. I don't love him or anything."
"Did you love me?" Steve asked lowly, his face pointed toward the ground. He couldn't meet Tony's eyes and if he could, he didn't want to.
"I've always loved you Steve," Tony whispered and walked up to Steve. He cupped the side of Steve's face and rested his forehead against Steve's.
"Then why are you doing this?" Steve calmed a little and his voice was lower.
Tony tilted Steve's face to meet his and, in all seriousness, he said, "Because you deserve better."
Steve sobbed and shut his eyes, not knowing what to feel. And for the last time, Tony inched up,and kissed Steve bitter sweetly on the lips. It lingered for just the right amount of time and when they parted, they knew it was over. They were back to being teammates and friends. They would act like nothing had ever changed.
And that was just fine.
