The big day How do you get ready for something as big as having sex with your best friend? Different people, different ways, I guess.
Bucky woke with an erection.
Not just a morning wood semi; a full erection.
What a way to wake up on a Sunday.
He scrubbed his hands over his face in anxious frustration.
Today was the day.
He was going to have Ellie in his bed, and he was going to have sex with her.
The thought made him throb, and he grabbed a dirty towel to quickly jerk off into.
He felt some relief afterward, but the excitement of what was coming that night was building in his blood. He had some ideas of what he was going to do, some things were planned, but he was going to have to make it last long enough to do them all.
If this was going to be his only chance, he didn't want to miss anything.
There was time for another show, and they would probably plan it for Thursday, and maybe they could even fit one more in, but, if Ellie said no, there would be no more sex. So he had to try to get it all in this one. Just in case.
He cleaned his already mostly clean room, changed his sheets, made sure all the equipment was ok…
And realized that he was just bursting with nervous energy.
He got dressed for a run, doing a few pushups and sets of various weight lifting exercises to warm up, then headed out, seeing Ellie on her way to the bathroom, obviously heading for a shower.
"Oh!" Her cheeks heated as he startled her. "H-hey, Bucky. You need the bathroom?"
"No, just heading out for a run," he told her.
"Oh, cool. Have fun," she told him with a smile.
"You, too. Ah, but, try not to use all the hot water, huh?" He teased, as if this were a normal day. As though they weren't planning on having sex later, on camera, no less. "I'll want to take a shower when I get back."
"No promises," she called after him.
It was weird to hear herself sounding so normal when, inside, she was full of anxiety and general nervousness.
"Suit yourself, you're the one that's going to have to live with it, though," he teased as he closed the door.
She did what she could to clean herself up, making sure to wash everything, lotion everything, shave and groom all of her spots she usually did, wanting to make sure she looked as good as possible.
She did not want to go on camera and have sex looking all ashy, trashy, and nasty.
When she finally finished in the shower, she went back to her room and started sorting through all of her clothes.
She didn't want to wear the same thing as always, she wanted to wear something special.
Even if this wasn't special, even if it meant nothing to Bucky, she wanted to feel special for it.
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Bucky stopped in the building lobby to catch his breath and drink deeply from his water bottle before heading upstairs.
"Oh, hi!" A cheerful voice called from behind him.
Bucky turned and smiled to the neighbor he kept seeming to run in to down here. "Hi."
She caught up to him and smiled widely. "Nice to see you again-…" she paused for him to fill in his name, but he didn't catch on as fast. "I just realized that I never got your name," she told him.
"Oh! Yeah, sorry," Bucky laughed. "Bucky."
"Hello Bucky," she greeted as she shifted the bags on her arm. "Dianna," she introduced herself with a hand held out.
"Hello, Dianna," he greeted back with a smile and shook her hand.
"So nice to finally meet you after talking and joking with you for so long," she joked.
"Yeah, it's really a pleasure," he told her with a polite smile. "Um, listen, though, I just got done with a run, I'm all sweaty and gross- gotta head up and grab a shower," he gestured behind him to the stairs.
"Oh, let me walk with you," she insisted, stepping toward the stairs and waiting for him to move as well.
They walked up the stairs, getting to Dianna's floor, and she stopped, her hand going to Bucky's arm. "Thanks for walking me," she told him sweetly, her head tilting a bit.
"Uh, no problem," Bucky answered with a smile and casual shrug. "We were going the same way, anyway."
Dianna flashed her smile at him again. "Hey, Bucky, I was wondering- do you have anything planned for dinner?"
'Ellie's pussy,' he immediately thought.
"Um, no, not really," he answered instead. "But I do have something that I have to do…"
"Oh- well that's ok… but, um… maybe you could come back down after that…" she bit her lip, her head tilting a little more.
Everything about her pose was suggestive. It was like a flashing neon sign to someone who knew how to read it, and Bucky was definitely one of those people. That's why he'd always been so good at being a ladies' man despite being a huge nerd.
"We could play games, or like, watch a movie…" she suggested.
Bucky gave her a regretful look, apologizing, "sorry, my plans are kinda indefinite, they could go all night-" God willing. He checked the time on his phone and took a step back. "Sorry, I've actually got to get going if I'm going to be on time… Maybe a different time?" He suggested.
Dianna seemed to accept this and nodded. "Sure. I'll see you next time," she called after him.
"Next time!" He agreed as he jogged up the last flight of stairs to his and Ellie's apartment.
He checked his phone again with a grumble.
He needed to get to the shower quick; if he was going to make it as long as he wanted to for the show, he was going to have to jerk off in the shower now, so that he would be fully recovered by the time it was time to go live. But he had to do it now, so that he would have enough time to recover.
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Ellie put a layer of chapstick on, making sure her super waterproof mascara looked ok. If it could stand a night of partying and puking on new year's eve, she knew it would last a round of sex.
She felt nervousness building in her stomach again.
She was going to have sex with Bucky.
She would be fine.
It would be fine!
It probably wouldn't be that good, anyway.
Ellie shook her head at herself in the mirror. Who the fuck did she think she was kidding? She felt better than she ever had before when he touched her with his hands, why wouldn't it be the same with this? Why wouldn't she be about to go have the best sex of her life?
Maybe she could hold out hope that he was terrible in bed; that he'd had to up the rest of his game because he was bad at the main course…
But, somehow, she didn't think so…