Lessons In Love: Chapter 102: Lessons In Love (Part 2)


Eugene Strange was working his way toward something called a "straw walker". There was a jam in the tractor that was used to harvest corn, and he was clearing it out.

His brother was helping him, but he stopped when he saw two people on the front part of the property. Eugene saw where his brother was looking, and he removed his hat.

A shiny car was parked by his home, and Eugene saw someone dressed in fancy clothes. He removed his gloves and stepped off the harvester.

Stephen's uncle remained with the tractor. They needed the jam cleared, and he didn't care about the suit. Eugene walked up to the house.

Bucky watched Stephen's father approach. They had similar features, and his voice was just as low. Eugene spoke directly to Howard, because he was the one wearing the fancy shoes.

"You a politician?"

Eugene held a smirk as he spoke. He figured that Howard was some suit that wanted to use his field for a photo shoot. It always amused the father. That grin on Eugene's face reminded Howard of Stephen.

He was almost identical to his father. Spittin image. Howard thought about the politician thing and he let out a small laugh.

"No, I am not a politician. You make good money out here, don't ya?"

Howard pointed toward that beautiful farm. Eugene raised one eyebrow, and his posture sank to one side. He looked very sarcastic, and he held that grin.

Howard and Eugene were both terrific businessmen. They just did opposite forms of work. The Strange family had a large amount of money invested in agriculture. Howard looked into it, and he was impressed.

"I'd say we break even."

Eugene lied about his income, because he wasn't in the mood to talk about money. He started thinking that the person in his front yard was some sort of investor. He looked back out at the work that he needed to get to.

"Enough to put three kids through school?"

Howard stepped a little closer, and he extended his hand. Eugene looked at his hand, and he waited for an introduction. Yes. He made more than enough money to put his three children through school. Eugene Strange was very smart, and he wasn't foolish at all with money.

The father looked over at the house. His daughter was in there, because changes had been made.

"My name is Howard Stark, and this is Bucky. We spoke on the phone this morning, and we're here to pick up Donna. Is she ready?"

There wasn't any rush. Eugene accepted Howard's hand, and he shook it gently. On Earth, Dimension 3000-21, the death of Donna Strange was corrected.

She never died, and the Strange family was completely unaware of that change. The incident at the lake never occurred for Donna, Baby Stephen, Eugene, Beverly, and Victor.

The older Stephen made it work, and he intended to monitor the aftermath of what he did. They also wanted to ease Donna back into Victor and Stephen's life. They didn't want to just toss her out there. Howard and the older Stephen planned it all out.

For Eugene and Beverly, Donna was simply going to spend the summer with her brothers. She was school shopping, and it was time for her to go.

"She's been ready for a while. I'll let Beverly know."

Eugene gave Bucky a cordial wave, and he headed toward the house. Howard watched the father head off, then he looked directly at Bucky. He was Donna's escort to New York.

"So, as far as they all know, her death never happened. Just get her to her brother and all should go well."

Howard intended to stay behind and talk to Eugene for a bit longer. He had business prospects to discuss, and Howard was interested in Nebraska.

Donna Strange stepped out on the porch. She had a dark blue suit case in her hand, a rosy pink blouse and a black skirt.

Bucky took a few steps as he looked at Stephen's sister. She looked very alive, and also very beautiful. Howard also saw her. She had a delighted looking smile on her face, and she was hugging her mother and father.

"Bucky..."

His focus went back to the young man that he had on his payroll. Howard realized that one part of the plan might have been overlooked. The father saw that skirt, and he had to give Bucky a gentle warning. Bucky didn't respond to Howard. He was a little distracted.

"Bucky, look at me."

Howard needed his full attention. Bucky uncrossed his arms, and he quietly looked at his employer. The would-be-soldier held a very kind smile, but Howard thought it looked a little forced.

"You better behave yourself."

That grin got bigger. Bucky was already in hot water with Stephen Strange. He wondered if the older brother would try to kill him again...

He told Howard that he was a gentlemen, and there was no need to worry. His objective was to escort Miss Donna to her brothers in Manhattan, and that was exactly what Bucky planned to do.

They left it at that, and Howard watched Bucky put that blue suitcase in the car. The father sighed, and he watched Donna get into the passenger seat.

Howard headed toward the tractor. He was a mechanic first and foremost, and it was clear that his assistance was needed.

Bucky started driving Donna away from her home. She buckled her seat belt, and adjusted the strap over her pink blouse.

She introduced herself to him, and Bucky accidentally looked at her legs. He adjusted his own seatbelt, and he cleared his throat when she asked him his name.

"Bucky. Well, James is my real name, but.."

Bucky shrugged his shoulders upward, and he tried not to look at those legs again. Bucky had a feeling that the hot water he was in was gonna get deeper.

"Well, which name do you prefer? Bucky or James?"

Donna kept looking at her escort. She was just as sharp as Stephen, but she had a heart of gold. Donna Strange spoke very kindly, and Bucky had to think it over.

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~~~~~~ Tony had his hands locked onto Steve's shoulders, and he kept breathing out against that golden chest. The blonde was friggen, huge ..and Tony needed him to slow down a few times.

Steve said that he was sorry every time, and he slowed down his pace. Tony told him not to be sorry. He said that it hurt, but he wanted it. They just needed lube. That's what Tony said.

The brunette felt so good for Steve. The lube comment was processed, but the blonde always fell into a faster motion.

He couldn't get enough of Tony's body. Steve liked to look at it, and he liked to watch himself when his cock was thrust in. The two of them were learning what was pleasurable between them, and it finally felt unrestrained.

The first time they did it was in Tony's bedroom. They kept their behavior controlled, and they tried to stay quiet every time they were in there. It was the first time they felt completely alone, so Steve's body was behaving differently.

He had to brace one of his hands on the bed, while the other one supported Tony's position. They liked to face each other, and they both wanted Steve to drive himself in deep.

They were adjusting Tony's legs, and modifying their position until it all made sense. The pain in the stretch eventually faded, and that bed began to creak.

Steve randomly asked Tony if he still had the pictures of him in his uniform. That question caused Tony to open his mouth without making a single sound.

Uhh, what? Say what? Tony's face was very red. He was asked about the pictures again, and Tony remained very silent. Did he still have the pictures? They were finally fucking in the perfect way, so Tony couldn't think to save his life.

He started gripping Steve's skin, and forced him to move in deeper. He needed Steve to keep going, and the talk about the pictures made Tony very flustered. The would-be-soldier studied his face.

He saw how responsive, and sensitive Tony was to what Steve was saying and doing. Tony's cock was swelling up beneath Steve's chest, and the blonde focused on it.

He had his uniform take shape over the top half of his body. Tony saw that soft helmet, thing form over Steve's face.

Holy shit sticks. Tony died beneath Steve, and he took in a ginormous breath. The pace they were going at greatly increased, and Tony started touching that suit.

He ran his hands all over that chest. He felt the thick kevlar against his fingers. Tony even tried to taste it. He sucked on the uniform for a moment as Steve started gasping against Tony's ear.

His moans were so soft and yummy. Tony gripped that soft helmet, and he roughly kissed that blonde until he thought that he might die.

The delicate tip of his cock was even touching that suit. It rubbed all over Tony's dick, and he friggen loved it.

It started getting really crazy on Steve's bed. That uniform sealed the deal, and Tony was getting wrecked. He spread himself open even more, moved his legs however need be, and gave himself over to Steve's pace like they hadn't done before.

Stephen felt what was happening. He was in his bedroom, and he started looking over toward his right. Brooklyn was only ten miles from Manhattan, so Stephen could tell that Tony and Steve were together.

Of course they were. Stephen knew that they were together all along. He felt a little odd in that moment, so he looked down at his hands. He stubbornly tried to find his way to Clea again. He said that he would give it just one more shot, and he failed.

Stephen received two phone calls after that. The first phone call happened a few hours later. It was Stephen's father. Apparently, Donna was on her way.

Stephen was happy to hear that, and he thanked his father for telling him. Stephen hung up the phone, and something about the phone call made him freeze up. He stared at the phone for a long while.

The second phone call woke him up. Stephen blinked a few times, and he quickly answered the phone.

He said hello, and Tony's voice appeared on the line. Stephen froze again, and he listened to Tony tell him about how he gave him his phone number.

"My dad said that I wasn't listening to you. See, I was."

Well, Tony thought that he was. Stephen could hear a smile in his voice. He remained silent for a short while, and he gripped the phone.

"Steve and I are in Brooklyn. We wanted to know if, you're busy? There is a sandwich shop? Bring Victor?"

Tony and Steve felt a little guilty. Not about the sex, that was something that couldn't be helped. When they stopped doing what they were doing, they felt that Stephen was close.

So, they had to see how he was. Steve was both worried and hungry. He was sitting on the bed, and he was listening to the conversation that was going on.

He could hear that Stephen hadn't said a single word. Tony mentioned another idea for food, and Steve started getting even more worried.

"Ok. Sandwiches work. Victor and I can meet you in Brooklyn. My sister will be here soon, so you two can meet her."

Stephen had a small smile, and he waited for Tony's reaction. UHH, Tony didn't exactly react because... sister? He looked at over Steve. Tony thought that he needed to clear out his ears.

"Did you just say your sister?"

"Yeah. Donna. She's on her way here now."

UHMm? Tony looked over at Steve AGAIN. What the eff? Steve was very confused. Steve was so confused, that he started getting dressed. Red flags were flying all over the place in his mind.

"We'll... we'll be right over. See, I listened. You gave me your address."

Tony rushed and he ended the phone call. He followed Steve's lead and he got dressed. His heart started going crazy. He loved Stephen. There was this unconditional feeling that he felt for him, and Tony was concerned.

Steve felt something similar. He didn't like what he saw after the mirror sphere, and what he saw at Howard's table.

Now his sister was, alive? Steve and Tony freaked out and they got themselves somewhat decent. The two of them cleaned up, and headed to Stephen's apartment.


Chapter: END

So close! Thanks for reading.