The bus took them over the bridge and closer to Steve's part of town. When they got off, Buck made another call. It sounded like he was placing a take-out order, but with human descriptors. He pointed to an all-night diner and Steve went inside ahead of him. They ordered coffee and waited. Steve was feeling, if anything, more revved up than he'd been before he sought out Bucky. That bar. The images… Those guys weren't afraid to hunt and take what they wanted. It wasn't Steve's preference, but the heady sexuality of the place made him think and imagine.
"Stop that. I wouldn't have brought you inside if I'd known it was gonna mess with your head, but it was just as risky to leave you outside with all the wanna-bes," Buck said over his coffee.
"The things they had. There was a lot of gear," Steve said.
"So you wanna start a toy chest now? I can send you a few web links," Buck offered with a smile. He got out his phone and began tapping at the screen.
"No! I mean, maybe. I don't know," Steve grumbled.
Buck snorted a laugh and put his phone away.
"How do you know all this stuff, Buck? Did you know it before, or while you were…?" he glanced at Bucky's left arm, which was covered in a long sleeve, with a brown leather glove on his hand.
"Hydra throws its goons some wild parties. If I was thawed and had a long mission, they sometimes had me along. I don't remember all of it, but-" Buck frowned, then shook his head.
A white limo pulled up curbside in front of the diner. Buck got up and Steve followed him out. A man from the front passenger seat got out to open the wide rear door for them. Steve was struck with momentary shyness as he saw long, curvy legs and beautiful women waiting inside. Three of them. He ducked in and sat down next to one when Buck gave him a little shove.
"Hi," he said to the girls.
Buck got in and settled across from him, between the blonde girl and the redhead. The brunette next to him rubbed his thigh and smiled at him. Bucky passed him an envelope and nodded to the front of the car, where the handler was waiting. Steve passed the envelope to the man, who checked it. The man nodded to the driver, and the car pulled out into traffic. Steve was a little uncomfortable with the transaction, but only a little.
The women smelled good, and looked good. All the smooth, creamy skin on display was distracting, especially since he knew these women were here for him. The blonde girl looked him over and smiled a naughty smile, until she studied his face. Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open in surprise.
Steve shook his head at her.
"Shhh, not tonight," he said.
She was thinking she was going to get fucked by Captain America. He could almost see the thought on her face. He'd never felt farther from heroic. The other girls looked at their co-worker, then at Steve. They didn't get it, and he was glad. One perceptive dame was bad enough. It was too bad that thoughts of non-disclosure agreements had to pop into his head just now. Displeasure must have shown on his face, because the blonde leaned forward to rub his knee.
"Sir, I'm Tiffany," she said.
"Grant," Steve told her.
He looked to the redhead.
"I'm Sarah," she said.
"No, you're not. My mom was Sarah. Pick something else," Steve grimaced.
"Ew. We can't have that. Unless you're into that. But, you're obviously not, so… Natasha?" she offered.
Bucky chuckled and shook his head. Steve grimaced strongly. With her red hair, it was too much, even though her body language was completely different from the Widow.
"Jo-jo?" she guessed hopefully.
"That works. Nice to meet you, Jo-jo," Steve said.
Both of the other girls had touched him already, so he figured that was a thing to do. He leaned forward a little and brushed his fingers up the inside of her calf. No nylons. Steve knew nylons weren't popular anymore, but it would have been a nice detail. Her skin felt nice, but it wasn't good like…No. He couldn't think of Estrella right now. Not for several hours.
The woman looked relieved to have the name-game settled. These girls had a little more dignity than some he'd seen, but they still felt anxious to please. Steve turned to the woman on his right.
"I'm Miranda. It's nice to meet you, Mister Grant," she said.
Steve started to correct her so she wouldn't call him Mister, but the fun gleam in her eyes had him letting it stand as it was. Before anything else could happen, the limo turned into the front entrance of a hotel. A very nice hotel.
Steve offered his hand to Miranda while Buck took Tiffany and Jo-jo. The hotel staff came to take bags from the trunk. The handler preceded them to the desk to confirm reservations and get the key card.
"We will return for you in the morning," he told Bucky.
Buck nodded and accepted the key card.
The ride up to their room was quiet, and Miranda lightly rubbed his side and smiled at him. Steve didn't feel the urge to blush. There wasn't any uncertainty or painfully polite conversation.
Their room was a suite with two bedrooms, two baths, a nicely upscale living room, and a small kitchen tucked away around a corner. The lighting was soft and mellow, and the place smelled fresh. Everything was immaculately clean and perfectly decorated. Bucky tipped the man who handled the women's luggage.
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asked.
"Yes. Room service. Steaks for everyone. Medium rare. Potatoes and vegetables. An assortment of desserts, and wine," Buck told him.
"Certainly, Sir. My name is Chandler. I will be happy to assist you with anything you desire," he told them.
Steve nodded, and Chandler left.
Tiffany brought her bag into one of the bedrooms, and Miranda took the other. Jo-jo went to the full bar and offered to fix drinks. Steve smiled faintly at Bucky and they let her serve them.
Bucky had chosen well. Each of the women was tall and beautiful, but not delicate. They'd still break with too rough handling, but they had enough muscle and lush curves to protect their bones some.
"Go ahead and take the edge off, Sir," Buck suggested and he nodded toward the room Tiffany was in.
Steve got up with his drink in hand. He went and tapped politely on the doorframe to the bedroom. Jo-jo settled onto Buck's lap and smiled oddly at Steve.
"Is he always this polite?" she asked.
"Most of the time, until he has reason not to be. Don't get too comfortable. You're not for me. You're for him," Buck told her as her hands started to wander over his chest.
"I am? What about Miranda? Is she for Mister Grant, too?" Jo-jo asked.
"Yes," Buck said.
Jo-jo looked a little confused, but she stopped asking questions.
Steve walked toward the bed, where Tiffany waited for him. Just like the dancer, Angel, at the strip club, he was sure her name wasn't really Tiffany. But then, he wasn't really Grant. Not like he wanted the other girls to think.
When he stepped close to Tiffany, she reached for him eagerly. She smiled and ran her hands over his thighs, then cupped the bulge in his pants. Steve hissed in a breath between his teeth, but smiled encouragement at her with his eyes.
"Ooh. That's not a look anyone would think to see on Cap-"
"Hush, now. I told you already that that's not who I am tonight, any more than your name is Tiffany when you go home to see your family," he told her sternly.
She bit her lip and nodded.
"And don't mention it to Miranda and Jo-jo. It's safer for you if no one knows," he said.
It was hard to keep his voice steady, because she was tugging at him gently with one hand while her other hand was starting to undo his clothes.
"Safer?" she asked.
"Yes. Safer. Don't talk and you won't have to worry about it," he said vaguely.
She slipped her hand into his downed zipper and rubbed him over the bright red mesh. Steve clenched his jaw and shut his eyes. He tolerated it for a moment, then pushed her back onto the mattress. Tiffany grinned and scooted back up onto the pillows of the king size bed. Steve crawled over her and took a mouthful of a pink nipple he could see through her sheer top.
It felt like licking through nylons. He liked it. Tiffany worked at tugging down his pants and unbuttoning his shirt. Buck's shirt was tight on him, so she had to almost peel it off him.
"Sir, you're amazing. So beautiful," she enthused as she ran her hands over his chest and sides.
Steve looked at her.
"Handsome, I mean. You're very handsome. But I'll let you in on a secret. Women can think that men are beautiful, too," she winked at him.
Steve looked at her impatiently, then bent down again to lip at her neck. She got the message that he didn't care for or need compliments.
Her toes pushed his pants down the rest of the way, and Steve shucked off his shoes and helped her get rid of the pants. A little subtle work with his toes had his socks on the floor, too. He was dying to get the tight constriction of the goddamn freakish underwear off, and Tiffany's hands were at his hips to help him with that. He let her do that while he enjoyed her bountiful chest. He couldn't stop his hips from pushing at the hand she was rubbing on him while she tugged down the dreadful undies.
"Hey," Buck said from beside the bed.
Tiffany turned her head to look.
"Fuck off. Busy," Steve grumbled.
"But Sir, you promised," Bucky reminded him.
Steve gave one last suck at his toys and looked at Bucky.
"Use this," Buck told him, and laid a condom package on the bed.
"Right," Steve frowned at it.
Buck crossed his arms and dared him to go back on his word.
"Alright. I will, now git," Steve agreed.
"Yes, Sir," Buck said.
The door closed behind him, and Steve started tugging at Tiffany's pretty outfit. He kicked the red mesh monstrosity off his feet and had to stop and breathe for a moment when his cock fell against her full thigh.
"You want me to help with this, Grant?" Tiffany asked him.
She picked up the condom and opened the package. Steve nodded. He wanted to see her hands on him. He throbbed harder at just the thought of someone touching him. Somehow, Tiffany was less abrasive than the waitress from the sports bar. He looked down in the lamplight while her small hands rolled the cover over him. She pinched the tip and massaged him through the latex. Steve groaned at the feeling and noted with pleasure that there was a shadow of pubic hair under her panties. He wanted to see her, and it was taking too long.
Without hesitation, he ripped away the sides of her panties, then tugged them off of her with a hooked finger. With a finger curled beneath her neatly trimmed fur, he could feel that she was hot and wet.
"You ready?" he growled at her.
"Uh-huh. Come on. I want you," she encouraged him.
Her hands pulled at him and Steve had enough of waiting. He pushed forward until he knew he was where he needed to be, then he surged forward and in. Tight heat made his eyes roll behind his lids, but the shriek that Tiffany made snapped him out of his pleasure.
"Too much, too much. I'm sorry. I don't usually have this problem, but you're… big," she babbled.
Her hands patted at his shoulders and her eyes were squeezed shut. Steve backed out just as Buck hurried into the room. His worried look stabbed Steve between the shoulders and made him want to lash out.
"What's wrong? She shouldn't sound like that," he fussed.
"I'm so sorry. I'm alright. Just, maybe stay a little shallower?" Tiffany suggested.
"Grant," Bucky said in disappointment, "you gotta go easy on the ladies. Do I really hafta tell you that? Ease off. Let me check her."
Steve bit off a growl, but he sat back on his heels. His dick was angry and insistent at the interruption, and so was he. He kept quiet as Buck murmured sweetly to the girl and used his fingers to check for any blood. The marginally concerned part of Steve's mind watched to see that there was no blood. Buck gave him a warning look on his way out.
"I got it," Steve told him, then "Tiffany, are you hurting?"
"It's okay now. Please, go ahead," she said.
Her eyes were a little wide as she looked down at his sheathed cock.
"I'll be careful," Steve promised.
Slowly, he remounted and tried again. He watched Tiffany's face for signs of discomfort. When he was almost all the way in and felt a delicious pressure at the end of his dick, she patted his arms and looked at him pleadingly. Steve took a few calming breaths and shook his head. Something about her imploring him to be gentle was prodding him to do just the opposite.
"Okay," he whispered tightly.
The shrieking and the interruption and the damned rubber were making things less fun than he'd imagined it, but it still felt good. Bothersome thoughts tried to intrude, but he set his gaze on Tiffany's succulent body and distracted himself. As he moved carefully and she began to trust that he was going to be kind to her, she smiled and touched his chest. Her smooth hands felt good on him. Her heat felt so good around him.
Steve groaned and shut his eyes in bliss. It was difficult to remember to stay shallow when he was coming. Tiffany's nails clenched into his shoulders did a good job of reminding him. When he was done and the terrible aching pressure in his groin was eased, he looked to see Tiffany biting her lip. She clenched around him and wiggled her hips some.
"Tiffany, did you?" he asked.
"I don't need to, but it's kind of you to ask," she said.
"What if I want you to? Is that okay?" he offered.
She smiled and nodded at him, still biting her lip. The insistent little wiggles of her hips became more pronounced, and Steve smiled too. Now that his urgency was off, he was more than happy to see to her.
He braced a hand above her shoulder and used his other one to grip her hip. With careful, slow strokes, he worked at her until the color rose in her cheeks and her nipples drew up tight despite the fabric that confined them. She was looking at his body like she was dumbfounded or daydreaming or something. The look of surprise that suddenly overtook her did something to him, as did the tightening of her vagina around him. It was very good, and when the clenching flutters started, he was gone again with her.
"Thank you, Sir," she panted at him when she was done biting her lip.
"My pleasure, ma'am," Steve grinned at her politely.
Another flutter clenched her insides, which caused Steve to pulse, too.
"We better, um…" Tiffany suggested.
She glanced down at where he was still pressed into her. Steve didn't want to leave her warmth.
There was a tap at the door, then Buck let himself in.
"You're phone's blowing up. Has been for a while. What do you want me to do?" he asked.
"Take a look. Do I need to be anywhere?" Steve said.
While Buck was thumbing at his phone, he eased out of Tiffany.
"No. It's nothing critical. Just some ranting and nagging from some people you know. Quite a few of them. I think you can ignore it. Hey! Don't you know how to use that thing? You can't put that much, or it's pointless," Buck fussed at him.
"Are you gonna be like this all night?" Steve asked.
He went around Buck to the bathroom to clean up.
"Only if you make me. Maybe you don't know, but those are single use. Like a crack-barrel. One shot and you're done. Gotta eject and reload, Sir," Buck taunted him.
"Yeah, yeah, James. I'll do better next time. You can take the nagging phone and your nagging tongue right outta here," Steve said over the sound of water.
"Are you his butler?" Tiffany whispered to Bucky.
Buck and Steve laughed.
"Sure, doll. I'm his battle-ready body butler. I hand him rubbers, and all the mortars he needs. I dig trenches, too. I'll even shine your boots, pal, if you pass me a smoke," Bucky joked.
Tiffany looked confused, then figured that it was an inside joke between them. After all, they must be pretty close if James was allowed into the Captain's presence during sex without much of a fuss.
"Shut it, James, and don't you have something better to do? How about I pass you a smoke after you pass me one first?" Steve suggested.
He handed Tiffany a warm wet cloth and walked around the foot of the bed to get his pants.
"Sure, but I don't think smoking it'll do you any good. Tiffany, why don't you take a nice bubble bath while we wait for dinner?" Bucky suggested strongly.
She moved to do as she was told, but bit her lip again when she noticed the red marks her nails had left on Steve's shoulders.
"I'm sorry about that. I won't do it again," she said.
"Don't apologize. I liked it," Steve told her.
There was a strange moment while Tiffany stared at him with something a little too close to fangirl adoration, and Bucky gave him a crooked grin that was all Brooklyn and no Soldier. Steve walked out of the bedroom barefoot and shirtless. It was great to be touched, and to ease the strain he'd been feeling, but that look from Bucky was going to gut him in front of the girl if he stood there and took it.
"Damn," Jo-jo whispered as he walked into the living room. Steve knew he wasn't meant to hear her, so he ignored it. Miranda gave him the eye, too, but Bucky came crowding behind him and aimed him at the other bedroom. Once inside, he shut the door, then pointed to the unused bathroom.
Steve went in and the lights flickered on by themselves. Buck came in with a little baggie of something, and a fine, sharp knife in his hand. He held the knife up where it was easily seen and waved Steve at the floor.
"You want me to lie down?" Steve wondered.
"Sure. Get comfortable and wait while I get this ready," Buck said.
He set to work at the marble countertop. Steve winced at the cold, cold tile floor on his naked back and looked over curiously.
"What is that?" he asked.
"The usual stuff, just stronger. I hear they've bred the plants nowadays to make it more concentrated. Still, this never did anything for me, and it probably wouldn't for you, either. That's why I'm chopping it fine and putting it under your skin," Buck said.
"Isn't that a little extreme?" Steve wondered.
"Heh. Not for us. And don't be a pussy. You've been under the knife so many times you could probably do surgery on yourself. If we want the rush, we gotta pay the price, you and me," he told him.
"Sure, Buck. I'm ready," Steve said.
He lay on the floor quietly, listening to Buck's sharp little knife chop and grind at the gray-green stuff he was preparing. When it was minced small enough, Buck scraped his work into a hotel water glass and turned to Steve.
Bucky straddled Steve's ribs and plopped down solid on his belly. Steve whuffed out a breath and made room for knees in his armpits. Buck set the glass down on the tile next to Steve's head and Steve turned his attention to the fine powder.
"C'mon, punk, look here. It's like the dentist. I can't work in your mouth if your head's turned. Open up," Buck said.
He held his small black knife in one hand and stripped off his glove with his teeth. Silver metal flashed in the light. Steve felt a little strange about the whole thing, Buck sitting on him, and the stuff in the cup, and the sex, and the fact that somebody was fixing to cut in his mouth. But he opened up.
Bucky was quick. His metal thumb opened Steve's jaw more, then pulled his cheek aside. A slice with the knife, and Steve paid more attention to the warm, iron tang of blood trickling to the back of his mouth than he did to the pain. Buck set the knife on his chest and grabbed the glass with his flesh hand. The sting of the cut increased to a hard burn as Buck used his thumb to stretch it open.
"Don't breathe for a sec," Buck said.
He tipped the crushed herbal substance into the pocket he'd made with the cut, then set the empty glass down so he could use his softer flesh fingers to hold the cut closed over the drugs. Steve swallowed blood. That part was comforting in its familiarity, at least. He didn't care for the feel of a foreign substance under the skin of his gums. That stung, too. It was a small pain, everything considered. They both waited. When Steve felt the skin heal together, he nodded to Buck.
"Wasn't so bad, huh?" Buck asked.
Apparently there was going to be another round, because Bucky was preparing more of the stuff. Steve got up and went to watch. There was a small lump under his skin, and his tongue worried at it. With another glass, he rinsed his mouth clean.
"Not too bad. Is that for you? Do you heal fast enough to not scare the girls with bloody teeth?" he asked.
"No. I'm staying clean tonight. Somebody around here has to have their head on solid. Go lie down. I'll do the other side."
Steve eyed the stuff skeptically while Buck scraped it into the glass.
"How do you know this works? For us?" he wondered
"They played around with this body a lot. I didn't forget everything," Buck said.
"I'm sorry, Bucky. If I'd known you were still alive, I would have fought harder. I wouldn't have-"
"Eh. Shut it. I mean, open it. Don't talk with knives in your mouth," Buck said.
Steve kept quiet while Buck repeated the procedure at the other side of his upper gums. Buck looked menacing, hunched over him. He felt vulnerable, with a man holding him flat on his back, but it was only Buck, he told himself. Some hair had come loose from the back of Buck's head, so Steve reached up to push it behind his ear. Buck made a face at him. He was pouring the stuff in the other cut so he didn't have any hands available to stop Steve from doing whatever he wanted. Buck looked down at him indulgently and smiled.
"Yeah, look at ya. Getting all soft and relaxed. I haven't seen that look on you in decades. This shit is working. Healed up yet?" Buck asked with his fingers in Steve's mouth.
"Mrrf," Steve garbled and nodded.
His hands relaxed and fell to Buck's hips. Bucky made another face at him, then he was up and off. He reached a hand down to offer a help up, but Steve shook his head. He got to his feet, then jumped and shook a few times like a boxer.
"I feel floaty," Steve said.
Bucky laughed and cleaned his knife in the sink.
"That's great. I told you this would work. I can tell you're feeling it. You're getting pretty mellow. Here, rinse, then swallow. If you've got any loose crumbs in there, it's better to keep them in than out," Buck told him.
Steve took a drink and swished, then swallowed.
"While I've got you in here and all happy, listen," Buck said.
"Mm-hmmm?" Steve asked. He sounded goofy, even to his own ears. He turned and grinned at himself in the mirror. Buck was right. The shit was working. He could feel his body trying to absorb it and heal his gums. It was like having shrapnel, but for a pleasant, recreational purpose.
"Hey! Romeo. Pay attention," Buck barked.
Steve swiveled his head to look. Yup. His bones felt slippy, like maybe he was made of cartilage. Like a shark. He made teeth at Buck. Bucky smacked his cheek a little to call him to order.
"You can't get off twice in the same rubber. If one of these girls gets a piece of you, it'll be a nightmare. Got it?" Buck reminded him.
"Yeah, we don't want any trouble. Buuuck. This is fuckin grand," Steve smiled.
"Ah, shit. Listen up. Just one more thing. You gotta go easy on em. I know they're big, healthy girls, but-"
"They're still soft. So soft," Steve agreed.
"Right. So, watch your hands, and your strength. And your depth," Buck tutored him.
Steve rolled his eyes and his hand, encouraging Buck to be done with the lecture.
"Are you hearing me, Rogers?"
"I am. Not more than once, and take care of the soft stuff," Steve droned.
"Good. Now let's go eat. Food's here," Buck said.
"I could eat," Steve agreed.
They followed their noses to where Chandler had brought dinner. The ladies were setting things up on the kitchen bar and the little table that had two chairs. Buck pushed a loose-limbed Steve at a stool and took his spot at the table.
"This is like my kitchen. I need a table. Why don't kitchens have tables anymore? A mom needs a table to put the food on," Steve said indignantly.
He was distracted by Miranda and Jo-jo moving around him to pour the wine and uncover the desserts. The girls had taken some time to get into sexy little outfits like Tiffany had been wearing.
"You're pretty," Steve told Jo-jo.
"Thank you, Sir," she said.
"I'm not Sir," Steve argued.
"I'll call you whatever you want, sugar," she agreed.
"Sir is fine. Or Grant," Bucky insisted.
That got a frown from Steve, but only until the cover was taken off his plate. He fell to like the soldier he was, and Buck wasn't surprised to see him pause a moment to pray over his food. It seemed that packed with a little herb, Steve was more relaxed and like his old self. The jangling intensity he'd had earlier was polished right off of him.
Tiffany came from the bedroom looking fresh and in a new outfit. She sat with Bucky and picked at her vegetables which were farthest away from the steak on her plate.
"You vegan?" Buck wondered.
Tiffany nodded. She accepted the wine he poured for her.
"There's no hard feelings of you're sore and out of commission for the night. He doesn't have a lot of experience, and I shoulda been there to see that he didn't hurt you," Bucky told her.
"I can find ways to participate," Tiffany said.
She licked wine sensually from her bottom lip. Something about the dark red liquid vanishing into her mouth with her tongue stirred a distant, obscure memory in Buck. He frowned at it, and Tiffany looked away from him, the flirty mood ruined.
"Are you gonna eat that?" Steve asked Tiffany.
She got up and brought her plate to him.
Buck sighed and shook his head. Sometimes Steve was no better than a starving recruit at manners. Buck went to the little kitchen countertop and hovered his hand near the deserts while Tiffany watched him. When she seemed to like one, he brought it to the table for her.
"We can order you something vegan that he won't like," Buck suggested.
"I'm not very hungry," Tiffany said, but she picked at her tall coconut pie.
Steve didn't stay occupied with food for long. He tipped up his glass of wine, then went to the kitchen sink to chase it down with water. Buck noticed Tiffany's almost hidden look of distaste as she watched him drink from the tap.
"Miranda," was all Steve had to say.
The statuesque brunette finished her wine and wiped her mouth. She waited for Steve to come around the bar and collect her. Buck followed them into the bedroom. Tiffany and Jo-jo came in behind.
"If you like what you're wearing, you might want to take it off," Buck told Miranda.
He could see from the tension in Steve's shoulders that his friend was ready to have fun again.
She hurriedly slipped off her corset, and Steve pushed her against the wall hard enough to bounce her.
"Sorry," he muttered, but then he took off her panties, put her leg over his shoulder, and buried his mouth exactly where he wanted a taste. Miranda looked down to Steve with a gasp of surprise, then to Bucky.
Buck flopped back in a chair across from the bed, and shrugged. It wasn't the most common thing, to go down on a working girl, but it looked like Stevie wanted to go there, and who was he to stop him?
"Mmmm. Why can't I have this all the time? Shouldn't have to wait," Steve pulled his face away long enough to complain.
Miranda sighed and let her head fall back to the wall. Her hands moved to stroke over his close-shorn scalp.
"No. Not the head. That's for Eya," Steve grumped at her.
"Sorry," Miranda said.
She didn't know what he'd want after that reprimand, so she softly braced her hands on his shoulders.
"My marks are gone," Tiffany noticed.
Buck shrugged and stared at her meaningfully. She waited a moment, then her mouth rounded into an 'o'.
I forgot, she mouthed at him.
"That's good. Keep on forgetting. He's idiot enough tonight. It should be easy to do," Buck said.
"I can hear you," Steve grumbled at them.
"Shaddup. You're not doing it right if you can talk," Buck said.
"Not doing it right…" Steve bitched back at him.
He put his hands up to support Miranda, who was a solid girl. Then, he stood right up from one knee, easy as pie. Miranda made a noise of surprise, but Steve brought her to the bed and carefully tossed her before she could panic much.
Tiffany held out a hand to Bucky, and he dug out another rubber to give to her.
She went to the huge bed, where Jo-jo was working on Steve's pants while he continued to feast on Miranda. He started to fight her, or at least he was thinking about it. Buck saw it in the suddenly still tension of his legs as Jo-jo slipped up between his thighs behind him.
"Aught! Play nice with the ladies," Buck growled at him.
Steve nodded his head minutely and arched the small of his back in invitation. Jo-jo cooed at him and rubbed the fine, hard ass that was so perfectly presented to her.
"Arrogant little punk," Buck chuckled.
"Quit playing around, this isn't about us," Tiffany hissed to Jo-jo. She reached under Steve and undid his pants again.
"Well, he's so pretty, and I can make him feel good," Jo-jo purred.
She and Tiffany worked together to get his pants off, and Miranda made strangling noises until Steve sat back and licked his lips. Jo-jo hugged Steve from behind and rubbed her hands up and down his front.
"Does it always feel this good? It didn't feel like this before," Steve said with an angelic smile back at Jo-jo and Tiffany.
"It's the shit I gave you. Don't over-analyze it. Just enjoy it," Buck said.
Jo-jo started tweaking his nipples, and Tiffany was about to go down on him. Steve looked dazed, but happy. Buck wished he could go in the other room and let him have his fun, but things were deceptively dangerous for the girls now. Just this afternoon, Steve's strength had slung him like he was a rubber dog toy. He looked loopy and harmless, but he wasn't. Just like a moment ago, when he'd been about to snap Jo-jo in a leg lock, he could still mess up. Buck knew this would be risky, and it was likely to get worse, later. He had to be vigilant.
Steve made a rough sound, and Miranda looked on at the three people twisted up together in front of her. Tiffany pulled away and rolled a condom onto him. Jo-jo pushed at his shoulders to encourage him toward Miranda.
"You smell good," Steve told the girl he was about to fuck.
She nodded vaguely at him and hugged him closer. For all her saucy looks earlier, she was out of sauce now. Steve got an arm under her and flipped her so that she was up on her knees under him.
"Be careful. Go slow," Tiffany said.
"Don't wanna go slow. I'm so damn tired of slow," Steve said.
He wiggled his hips a little and Buck knew he was getting it just right. He recognized the move from his own experience, but had never seen somebody else do it in person. And it was Stevie. Jeezus. He shouldn't be watching.
"Ipe!" Miranda squeaked.
Buck was up in a heartbeat to pull him off of her, and Steve wasn't backing down. He hammered into the girl mercilessly. An instant before Buck would have leapt to get his arm around Steve's neck, he recognized the deep, wrecked moaning Miranda was making continuously. She liked it. No, she liked it a lot.
Tiffany watched him, her eyes big like an owl's. Buck eased his attack stance, but she'd already seen. Jo-jo hovered on her knees to the side of the action, her back turned to Bucky. She was watching avariciously. Her hand hovered over the working muscles of Steve's back, fascinated and wanting to touch.
"Don't touch him right now," Buck warned.
She drew her hand back and settled to wait her turn.
Miranda's vocalizations gradually shifted from low and pleasure-wracked to high and tight with discomfort. Buck saw why. Steve's teeth were gliding back and forth on her shoulder, and his hands were gripping her tits. Both sensations were probably too hard.
"Hey," he said sharply as he stepped to the bedside.
"Ease your grip and your teeth," Bucky ordered him.
Steve lashed out with his left hand and threw Bucky across the carpet and clear into the bathroom without breaking rhythm in his fucking. Buck caught himself from stumbling with his hand on the wall of the shower enclosure. Tile shattered under his hand, but he had no time to linger over busted up tile.
A few strides, and Buck was standing on the bed, feet either side of the busy couple. Steve growled at him, but Buck was too fast for the distracted man. With his right arm, he bent up and back on Steve's left arm. His left hand clamped tight around Steve's throat, thumb and forefingers digging into where his pulse supplied his brain with blood.
"You let up on her or I'll put you to sleep," Buck told him coldly.
Tiffany and Jo-jo were somewhere off the bed by now, and Miranda was keening for pleasure or fright, or pain, he couldn't tell. Steve tried to shake him off, but Buck held on tight enough to cripple a normal man. The bed shook and rattled against the wall, but then he felt the fight go out of him.
Steve was still tense, but it didn't seem like he was gonna put up any serious fight anymore. That was good enough. It meant he understood. Buck made to go and leave him alone, but Steve's bent back fingers curled to clamp tight around his, and his other hand came up to press the metal fingers at his throat deeper.
His hips started moving again. They'd never really stopped, Buck realized.
"You're a sick little brat, ya know? See if I ever take you to a gay bdsm bar again. Ya couldn't handle it, could ya, angel-face?" Buck affectionately teased him.
Steve choked out something, and then he was coming. Buck held him in what had to be a painful grip through it. He was surprised at how long it lasted. Steve's face was turning kinda purple, so he eased off once the shakes and the tension were gone. Steve eased over and let Miranda down onto her side carefully.
He started to talk, but his voice came out as a damaged croak, so he cleared his throat and tried again.
"Did I hurt you?" Steve asked her.
"I don't know. I don't feel pain when I'm aroused. If something's sore, I'll feel it tomorrow," Miranda said lazily.
She slicked her fingers over Steve's sweaty chest and stared at him with lambent eyes. Bucky shook his head at the dopey look on his friend and went back to his chair. Tiffany crept around the doorframe to stand behind his chair, and Jo-jo eased onto his lap.
"Are you sure you wanna get into the ring with him?" Buck asked her.
"Oh, hell yeah!" Jo-jo said with a toothy grin.
"Then come here," Steve told her.
Bucky gave his dick a pointed look.
"Yeah, yeah, mama hen, I know," Steve said.
He sat up and rolled to go to the bathroom. A little rinsing and a flush, and he was back, still hard as ever.
Jo-jo joined him on the bed.
"Do you ever go down?" she asked.
Tiffany put a new condom packet into her hand.
"Hardly," Steve said, then guffawed at the obtuse pun he'd made.
Buck rolled his eyes. The herb was still working him some, despite the fracas he'd caused a minute ago. Jo-jo waited submissively on the bed for him, trying hard to look like the sweet girl she wasn't. Steve moved in behind her and she shivered. That much was genuine, he could tell.
Miranda went off to the other bedroom, where Tiffany guided her and looked her over.
Steve shifted and lay down. He pulled Jo-jo above him and set her on his thighs.
"You're so strong. You threw him like it was nothing," she said.
"He's a bunch of hot air. Nothing to it," Steve denied.
"You're scary. I like," Jo-jo said.
"No need to be scared, little red. I'm only allowed to beat up on James," Steve smirked.
Jo-jo touched the purple-black bruising on either side of his adam's apple.
"And he's allowed to beat up on you," Jo-jo said.
"Sure. We're brothers. It's what we do," Steve said with a shrug.
Jo-jo didn't bother to ask any details about his sibling comment. The two men didn't look anything alike, other than being exceptionally fit.
She continued to sit on his legs. He was marble-hard, right there in front of her. She took hold of him like flight controls and rubbed her thumbs on his underside. Steve laid back and shut his eyes.
"You sure you want to go again right now? It's not too sensitive?" she asked.
He shook his head and reached down to tickle his own frenulum, showing her it was fine. Jo-jo was happy to have him to herself, though she hoped Miranda was feeling alright after her rough ride. She planned to work their big John until he was a puddle of warm delight, now that maybe he was calmed down some from his two previous rounds.
She took her time touching him, and Bucky went to the bathroom since it didn't look like anything dramatic was about to happen. Steve wanted stuff, so he was gonna get stuff. He got the things he wanted and brought them to Jo-jo. She looked at him expectantly when he stood at the foot of the bed and held out a glove, a tube of lube, and two gelatin capsules to her.
"You want me to? For him?" she asked.
"Yeah. Wait a second, though," Buck agreed.
He went around to the head of the bed, where Steve was watching him and looking mostly sober.
"Here. Lemme feel," he said.
Steve let him touch the places on his gums where he'd been cut. There was nothing anymore, not even a bump.
"You still feeling anything?" he asked.
"Maybe a little. It's hard to tell."
"We're gonna try something different, but you'll have to let her put it in without mule kicking her across the room like a scared virgin," Buck said.
"Put it in?" Steve's brow furrowed, and then he felt the cool lube Jo-jo was putting on his ass. He startled a little when she glided onto his anus.
"Yeah. That's how it'll work best for you, if it works at all," Buck said.
"What is it?" Steve asked skeptically.
"You don't need to know. Let me worry about that. I'll tell Banner in the morning if it makes you feel better."
"Tell him that I let some dame put drugs up my ass? Are you outta your mind, Buck?"
"I don't have to tell him the details. I was just offering disclosure if it would make you feel better. Do you want this or not?"
Steve stared at him hard for a moment. Jo-jo reached to play with him again, and Steve breathed deep, then moved her hand away so he could think.
"Have you done it?" Steve asked.
"Yeah, but not this way. I didn't feel much, and only for a few minutes. This should be better," Bucky said.
"Do it. No. You don't do it. She does it. If she wants to," Steve amended.
"I'd love to do this for you," Jo-jo said.
Steve nodded, then pushed Bucky away.
"Do you really want me down there while this is happening?" Buck asked.
"Just leave. I won't hurt her," Steve said.
He shut his eyes and pressed his head back into the pillow. Buck bit his lips to hold in the laugh at the grimace on Steve's face. His lip was almost curling.
"Honey, you're very tight. Like steel or something. Are you sure you don't have anything up there already?" Jo-jo asked.
Buck couldn't hold in his laughter any longer.
"Shut up! I don't wanna hear it. I've got Stark in my head too much already," Steve growled, but Buck could see him fighting not to smile.
"No, he doesn't have anything in there. He's just a tight ass, first class," Buck joked.
"Get out," Steve gritted through his teeth.
"No way. You've already surprised me twice tonight. I'm willing to stick with you to get this done if you really want to try it, but you know what's at risk if you mess up. So, are ya doing this or not?" Buck asked, more serious in tone.
"It was good? The little bit you got that worked?"
"Yeah," Buck said.
"I'll try," Steve agreed.
"Jo-jo," Bucky said.
"Yeah?" she wondered.
She had one hand lightly stroking Steve's dick, and the other one was working behind, trying to loosen him.
"You know how to do this, right? Plenty of lube. And don't touch his prostate, or he'll break your finger," Bucky said.
Jo-jo giggled until she saw the dead serious look on his face.
"You mean like, really?" she asked.
He nodded.
Now she looked scared, as if they were asking her to stick her finger in an electrical outlet. They sort of were.
"He's real good at taking orders and controlling muscle groups. Be quick and business like and you'll be fine," Buck said.
She nodded.
Unfortunately, it looked like Steve was finally losing his erection. Maybe he really wasn't into anal. Buck pulled another rubber from his pocket and gave it to Jo-jo. She took the hint, sheathed Steve, and lowered herself onto him while he was still half hard.
"It's easier this way," she winked at Steve.
"Okay, now breathe slow and deep. Relax. Let her in. She's soft and wet, right? No pain?"
"Shut up, Buck, and get outta my face. I can't do this and listen to you jabber at the same time," Steve said.
Bucky got up and backed away to the corner of the room, where he didn't have a view of what Jo-jo was doing, but where he could be on hand quick if he was needed. He crossed his arms and waited as silently as he could.
Jo-jo shut her eyes, just like Steve. Buck almost laughed again, but kept it in his head. Two people concentrating like they were disarming a nuclear bomb, and all to get a little sphincter open. Not even open much.
Jo-jo started a rocking motion on top of Steve. It looked real nice, and Buck wondered about his arm again. He should be hard from the eroticism of the evening, but he wasn't. It was fun and he was happy for Stevie like usual, but the thrill wasn't there. There had to be something inside the arm that was inhibiting him. Sure, he could perform if physically stimulated, but it never happened from something mental or from anything he saw. Orgasms weren't very great, either, if Kenya was patient enough to coax one out of him. A different motion on the bed caught his attention again.
Steve let his legs fall apart, and he was breathing long and deep. His skin was flushed all over, and Buck knew his pupils would be pinpricks if he looked. He hoped Jo-jo got the insertion done soon, or Steve was gonna be more than he wanted to control, but he'd still try for the girls' sake. Buck knew what oxygen loading his blood did for him. It was part of the reason Hydra had him wear the full face mask. They couldn't handle him when he was loaded. He'd tended to break people and equipment they didn't want him to.
Silently, he began to chant encouragement to Steve in his head.
"That's right, honey. You can take it. Just a little skinny girl finger," Jo-jo encouraged Steve.
He must have finally managed to loosen, because she did some manipulation, then cooed in triumphant praise. Soon as it was done, she snapped off the blue medical glove and tossed it to the floor. Then, she set her hands on Steve's chest and started to ride him.
"In a few minutes, you're going to feel really good," Jo-jo told him.
"Side effects?" Steve asked.
"You worry too much. You'll be lucky to feel much at all, as amped and loaded as you are. You might feel a momentary flash, and burn through it," Buck said.
"You fill me up real nice, honey. Maybe you could try again with Tiffany if you started half soft," Jo-jo said.
"Too passive," Steve muttered.
He turned them onto their sides and drew her knee up over his hip. Buck caught his eyes for a second. Yeah, his pupils were small. They'd never talked about loading before, but there was no denying what Steve was feeling.
"Small, controlled breaths. Gentle with the goods, pal," Buck reminded him.
Steve nodded, and he and his girl of the moment spent a while taking it slow. It was nice to see him not in a frantic, dangerous rush. But that might change.
"Whuu?" Steve stopped moving and focused internally.
Then, he laughed. His hands stuttered against Jo-jo's arms, and he looked to Buck in wonder.
"There it is," Buck said with a smile.
"I feel." Steve stated.
"Uh-huh," Buck agreed.
"Go see if they're okay, and if they are, I want them," Steve said.
It came out like an order, and Buck was fine with that. He found them eating ice cream in front of the television.
"He wants you, if you're feeling alright," he told them.
"Again?" Tiffany asked.
"He's different. If you're not hurting, then come on," Buck said.
Miranda got up and handed her ice cream to Tiffany.
"I'll be there in a minute, okay?" Tiffany said.
Buck nodded, but he looked her over closely, and everything else he could see in the suite, too. Nothing appeared suspicious, so he went with Miranda back to the room where Steve was.
"They found the ice cream," Buck said, but Steve was beyond caring.
Miranda got on the bed and moved behind Steve to touch him everywhere she could reach. He made appreciative noises like none Buck had heard from him before. Bucky felt smug that his ideas had worked and that Stevie was feeling good. With two girls working to make him happy, he felt that he'd done his job.
Tiffany appeared in the doorway in another sexy little outfit. It had straps and cinches and buckles. It reminded him of the things they'd seen in the bdsm bar, earlier. He was sure that Steve would appreciate it. Buck walked over and thoroughly investigated her clothes. He was handsy with her, and Tiffany looked cross with him.
"Sorry to forcibly ruin your dominatrix thing, but I'm gonna check you before you go near him in that," Buck said.
"You think I could hurt him?" she whispered.
"I think anything could happen," Buck said.
He found a small lozenge in a cute, shallow pocket of satin.
"It's a breath mint," Tiffany said.
She was acting put out, but Bucky could see the fear in her eyes. Before she could pop the 'mint' into her mouth, Buck ate it himself. Cyanide. Couldn't mistake the taste.
Before Tiffany could say anything resembling 'Hail Hydra' to ruin Steve's mood, Buck clamped a hand over her mouth and nose and brought her into the bathroom. He managed it without alerting the three having fun on the bed. She flailed to get free and he tightened down on her until she was woozy from lack of air. With one hand, he ripped off her panties. He tore open a pack of lube with his teeth, then used his teeth to stretch a medical glove onto his fingers. He crushed the plastic tube that held the same drugs he'd just given to Steve. He used enough lube to not make her bleed, but he wasn't particularly gentle as he shoved three of the gelcaps into her rectum.
It was convenient that her outfit was so strappy. It gave him something to tie her up with. He waited until she quit struggling and went glassy eyed.
"Let me hear you say it," he whispered.
"I love Hydra," she muttered dreamily.
Bucky set her in the large tub. She would be drugged immobile for several hours. He could deal with her later, if she lived. It might be more merciful for her to overdose. The thought of a Hydra agent doing something to Steve while he was vulnerable sent him straight past rage and made him feel numb and awful inside.
He left the bathroom and re-checked the security of the door. He used one of Hydra's own devices to set an audible shrill if anyone tried to open it. Then, he rifled through Tiffany's bag, and Jo-jo's and Miranda's. The other two women had the usual stuff in their bags. So did Tiffany, but his fingers felt things in the inner lining of the bag. He ripped it apart and stared at the miniaturized equipment. Her gear wasn't as good as Natalia's, but her intent was clear. Bucky was thankful Steve had a big dick. If he hadn't made the evil cunt squeal, Buck had intended to give him his privacy. If he'd stayed away like a good sensible friend, then Steve would be hurt or worse right now. At the very least, he wouldn't have had the chance to experience what he was now.
Curses to Hydra scrolled through his head. It was a familiar litany. He checked in on Steve, then got a bottle of water from the fridge to wash the taste of cyanide out of his mouth. The stuff always gave him the jitters and made his veins itch. He felt like scratching all over, but he couldn't do that from the inside.
Buck put on a happy face and went to sit in his chair at the foot of Steve's bed again. Stevie was having so much fun that he didn't notice Buck get up again to check on the hollow thumping sound in the bathroom. Tiffany was convulsing in the tub, so Buck ran some cold water for her to chill in. He was satisfied that if she was that far gone, she wouldn't be a problem for him tonight.
Since Steve wasn't paying attention, he sat back down and thought. He stared clear through the bodies cavorting on the bed until it all went still except for the breathing.
Steve eased the tired women off of him and slipped from the bed. He grinned at Buck on the way to the bathroom. He faltered a little when he saw the irked eyebrow Bucky sent toward the bathroom.
He went in, cleaned up, and came back out.
"Hail Hydra?" Steve asked.
"Not this time. I put three of those pills up her ass. She loves Hydra," Bucky smirked.
"Are we secure?"
"As can be, given the situation. The door is alarmed. She had some small gear in her bag. No live electronics, because they knew I'd feel it out and find it. She probably would have tried to kill all of us, then used the usual fizzy pill," Buck shrugged.
"Kill us with what?" Steve asked.
He sat on the foot of the bed facing Bucky.
"Maybe they thought we'd be stupid and distracted. Somebody knows I'm not as hypervigilant as I used to be. A girl doesn't have to be Natalia to cut deep when you don't expect it," Buck pointed out.
Steve looked sour for a moment, then he turned and looked at the girls behind him, out cold on the bed. When he looked back at Bucky, his smile was dopey and sweet.
"You're a pal, Buck. I lo-"
"Shuddap. That's the drugs talking. How do you feel?" Buck asked.
"Real swell. Tops. I haven't felt anything like this since we were teens. You know, the girls are sleepy, but if you let them rest for a while, they might be nice to you," Steve said.
"Nah, I'm good. Hey, help me get them to the other bedroom. I don't wanna have them wake up and go in the bathroom here," Buck said.
Steve made a face.
"Too much screaming," he agreed.
They each got a girl and brought them to the other bedroom. They left their bathroom light on for them, and Buck took Tiffany's bag and stowed it in a kitchen cabinet up high.
Steve hungrily stuffed himself on Jo-jo's leftover steak, then he and Bucky finished off the desserts. He took another water and passed one to Steve. They settled in front of the television to watch something mindless.
"Since you're laying there naked as a jaybird, you want another hit? I've got one more," Buck told him.
"The stuff in my mouth, or the other stuff?"
"The other stuff. We used up all the herb. It's not good to leave stuff lying around unused where someone could find it," Bucky said.
"How long was I incapacitated?"
"About an hour and a half. It's just past midnight. You've got time, but I ain't putting it in for ya," Buck said.
"I think I can figure it out," Steve said.
He went into the bathroom where the Hydra operative was dying or not. Bucky marveled at the change in attitude the drugs seemed to make in his friend. Stevie was walking tall and proud with not a stitch on. He was relaxed, and the desperate ache of constant arousal had let go of him.
Buck chuckled to himself. He wondered how much writhing guilt Steve was going to enjoy torturing himself with when this was all over with in the morning. Steve came back to join him in front of the television with a bottle of water. Buck threw a pillow at him, but Steve deflected it onto the floor.
"You could put your underwear on, ya pig," Buck complained.
"That thing is torture. I don't like it," Steve shook his head in a juvenile sort of pout.
Buck tried to ignore the miles of pale flesh next to him. This wasn't at all the Steve Rogers he'd known all their lives, but he'd had a hand in making him this way with the drugs, so he didn't complain. His attention was more on their environment than anything else, anyway. Hydra knew where they were, but that was nothing new. He just had to keep aware. Steve wasn't much good naked and rolling like he was shortly gonna be, but he'd already done his part to knock Hydra on its ass and drive a stake in its heart. The man deserved a little R & R.
The slide of skin over skin was hard to dismiss. A glance showed him that Steve was touching himself, fingers gliding lightly up and down the center of his chest and abdomen. His other hand cupped his balls.
"You feeling it?" Buck asked.
"Mmm. Feels like my balls are gonna fall off," Steve rumbled through a throat that was lazy and stretched out with the backwards tip of his head against the cushions.
"Is that a 'yes'?" Buck smirked, and turned his eyes back to the crap on TV.
"Fuck, yeah," Steve rasped.
Bucky left him to his fun and kept a proper guard through the hour. He brought him a rag when he needed one. Twice.
"I love you, Bucky. You take good care of me. Always have," he said, all wrung out and blissed.
"Great. Now if I don't say 'I love you' back, you'll remember and get all pissy and uptight because I heard you when your guard was down. Yeah. I love you too, but remember, it's the drugs. You don't say that shit," Buck insisted.
"The fuck I don't. I should have said it before you fell," Steve insisted.
"Look, let's just not talk, okay?" Buck whined.
"Okay," Steve said.
Bucky changed channels and tried to find something remotely interesting. Steve was plenty interested in exploring his own body and the unique sensations the drug made him feel.
When his breathing broke on a soft gasp, Buck looked over again. Steve was idly fiddling with himself, but tears wet his face in streaks down to his chin.
"I shouldn't have done this. It's wrong," he said.
"Don't pay any attention to that. You're coming down. It's normal to feel anxious and crappy while it wears off," Buck said.
"I want all of that with Estrella. More. Better. Deeper. But…" Steve lifted a hand and let it fall hopelessly.
Bucky wasn't going to rib him about getting emotional. Not right now, anyway. He could listen.
"You needed some help to not hurt the girls tonight. Maybe you can get past that with some practice."
"I don't want to practice. This was great, Buck. The best. I can't believe I did it. But I can't do it again. I sure can't make it a habit of it. Hell, the very first time I tried, I ended up with a Hydra agent. Oh, God! I stuck my dick in a Hydra agent! I-"
Steve was up and running to the bathroom. Bucky thought it was a poor choice of direction, because said Hydra agent was in there for him to stare at while he heaved his steak up. After a minute, there was a miserable call for help, and Buck got up to go see what was needed.
He found Steve kneeling at the tub, feeling of Tiffany's pulse. The room smelled unpleasant, so Bucky flushed and turned on the air vent.
"Is she dead?" he asked.
"Not yet," Steve said, nausea still obviously rolling his stomach.
"You want me to call medical?"
There was a long pause.
"No. How do I wash her out? Make sure that whoever gets her after this doesn't have anything of me to work with?"
Steve's words were hard and technical. More than anything else tonight, Buck was sad that Steve had to deal with this. Treating his own bodily fluids like a security breach was harsh. He didn't want this for him. He wanted his friend to have some last little thing that was sacred. There was nothing left for James Barnes, but Steve was different. He deserved better than to have everything tainted.
"Get out. I'll do it," Buck said.
"No. I need to know," Steve denied.
Bucky locked the bathroom door and reached for the shampoo.
