Bucky didn't comment, kissed the side of her neck, stubble scraping gently as he bit. Steve took the cue and leaned in to snog her.
She didn't know why she was surprised they chose this over going quietly to sleep, but she was pleased anyway, kissing Steve back with enthusiasm and sliding her hand into Bucky's hair as goosebumps rose on the back of her neck.
Bucky felt the combined weight of Steve and Kat settling over him, and there was something soothing in it. Then he lost himself in Kat's smell and warm hair, his lips tracing patterns on her neck.
Kat pulled Steve a little closer, nipping at his bottom lip cheekily, while her fingers scraped lightly at the back of Bucky's neck, trying to get goosebumps out of him like he was getting out of her.
Bucky rolled his hips under her with a happy groan. "How thick are your walls, Steve?" he asked, cheeks a bit ruddy.
Steve pulled out of the kiss to a pout from Kat and answered, "Old woman with bad hearing on the left, empty apartment on the right. As long as we don't break anything, we should be oka-" Kat pulled him back into the kiss, and while he certainly had the ability to resist, there was no way he going to. Kat shifted her ass back further into Bucky's lap, already a bit impatient, and keen on getting the boys in the same place.
"Goddamn, Lewis," Bucky muttered, smiling, reaching around her waist to start undoing her belt. "Give a man a second."
"Does that sound like our Kat to you?" Steve asked with a snort.
"No, come to think of it," Bucky agreed. "Not at all. Incredibly impatient, our Kat is."
"I would say I don't like being ganged up on, but that's not quite true, is it?" She chuckled breathlessly, very much enjoying being referred to as their Kat. She reached for Steve's shirt buttons, beginning to open them.
"I'd say that was pretty much false, yeah," Bucky agreed, tossing her belt aside and untucking her blouse. "Not that I'm complaining."
"Nobody's complaining," Steve agreed, as she pushed his shirt off his broad shoulders, and he sat back to shrug out of it.
Kat turned to kiss Bucky while Steve was far away, fingers returning to his hair and tightening their grip somewhat.
His hair- which had grown a bit shaggy- fit into her hands in a solid grip, and he leaned into it, kissing her fiercely. Steve returned behind her in a moment, now shirtless, pressing up against her back and trailing kisses down the column of her throat.
"Have we considered trying this whole business out on a bed?" Kat asked in between kisses, her free hand reaching behind her to catch the back of Steve's neck and keep him close. He chuckled a little, into the back of her neck, his breath hot against her skin.
"Sounds like a plan to me, doll."
Bucky caught Steve's eye, there was a flicker of agreement, and Steve lifted quickly, throwing Kat over his shoulder as he stood and headed for the bedroom, Bucky hot on their heels.
She squeaked in surprise, though she should have known better, and grinned briefly at Bucky before Steve pushed open the bedroom door and tossed her onto the bed. It wasn't an enormous bed, so it'd be a bit of a squeeze, but it was better than the cots back in the field. Kat started working on unbuttoning her blouse, and Steve turned on his heel to grab Bucky by the shirt front and pull him in to kiss, simultaneously backing up towards the bed.
Bucky didn't bother pretending to be surprised at the grab, already shoving a hand into Steve's hair. He wasn't taller anymore, but they'd both grown accustomed to a way of things over the years, and the serum at least let him keep up with Steve's strength. The other man moved for him, head tilting back into the grip as he sat back on the bed, sitting in front of Bucky as he bent to bite the captain's neck.
Kat got rid of her shirt and moved down the bed on her knees to press up against Steve's back, one arm encircling what she could of his shoulder and front, the other tracing a finger down the indent of his spine, her teeth catching the shell of his ear gently. Steve groaned - at Bucky's teeth or Kat's, he didn't know, and he didn't care - and reached behind him to get a grip on Kat's thigh where she was kneeling behind him. His other hand dropped Bucky's collar to start flicking open buttons.
Bucky let him start undressing him, his hands smoothing down Steve's chest to grab at his belt, hauling the man's hips forward slightly, the back of his forearm pressing a solid line up Steve's torso. He twisted his arm, pushing the other man back into Kat's arms more firmly, pinning him there as he bent to kiss across his torso.
Steve felt like he was in either the worst place in heaven or the best place in hell, caught between the two people at his front and back, his face and neck and even a little of his chest flushed red with anticipation of the promises their mouths were silently making. Kat's finger traced down to the middle of his back and then back up, all the way into his currently-messy blond hair, nails scratching ever-so-lightly over his scalp, goosebumps raising on his skin.
"Fuck," Steve groaned. "Kat... Buck... Please... I want to touch you."
Bucky smiled, looking at Kat. "Finish undressing," he said quietly
She blushed under the weight of Bucky's words and gaze, and nodded, nipping Steve's ear before pulling away and sliding off the bed to get out of her long skirt and underthings, leaving her naked and a little chilly. Steve, leaning back on one elbow now, tilted his head back to look at her, which made her blush another inch down her neck.
"You, too, captain," Bucky said, yanking him up by the belt. To both of their surprise, the thick leather belt broke before Steve moved. They both looked at the snapped leather, then Bucky shrugged and tossed it aside. "One less problem."
Steve laughed and stood, smoothing over the surprise he was sure Bucky felt, and shucked off his pants and underwear, and reached out to pluck at Bucky's half-undone shirt with his finger and thumb. "What about you, huh?" he demanded cheekily. Kat, behind him, crawled up onto the bed and started getting under the covers, keen to not be cold and not sure when she'd get her own personal furnaces pressed up against her again.
Bucky shoved Steve backward slightly. "Kat's cold. Go fix that," he ordered with playful command as he started unbuttoning his own layers.
Steve saluted with equal disregard, turning to see Kat half-curled beneath the covers. "I'll do what I can," he said, shaking his head and climbing up to kiss Kat enthusiastically.
"Oh, hi-" she hummed, and then he was kissing her, and she stopped trying to get under the covers in exchange for pressing up against Steve, her hands running down the planes of his chest. He radiated heat into her palms, and she grabbed his waist to try and encourage him to get closer.
Bucky watched them appreciatively as he set his clothes aside. His heart was thundering, adrenaline running through him pleasantly. He'd waited weeks for this, and so far it was not disappointing. He navigated into the smallish bed, pulling Kat up against him as Steve continued to kiss her.
She hummed in encouragement as Bucky sidled up against her, her hand falling behind her to squeeze his muscled thigh while she did the same to Steve in the front. Steve's whole body felt like it was burning up, heat radiating off of him in waves. Last time had been amazing, better than he could have dreamed, and his body seemed to be raring to get a second go at the experience. Kat broke the kiss to get a breath, and he dropped his lips to her throat, kissing down the delicate column slowly, his hand skating down her outer thigh. She got her breath back and twisted a little to kiss Bucky, hand squeezing his thigh again.
Bucky kissed her back, and then turned to whisper in her ear- "Go on... He's there for the taking. I want to see him blush." He slid a hand up between her thighs playfully, stopping just shy of anywhere useful.
She gave him a knowing grin and then more of a pleading look at his words and then his tease, but twisted back to Steve, her hand shifting from his leg further inward, wrapping around his hard cock boldly, grinning again at the catch in his breath she felt under her ear.
Bucky watched the familiar redness spread down along the back of Steve's shoulders. He shifted Kat until she was more against his chest, so that one arm could continue toying with her while the other moved back into Steve's hair, gripping gently.
She wriggled her hips a little, though to do what she couldn't say - just that she wanted a little more friction, though it occurred to her that she was in a great position to grind back against Bucky, and so did so with enthusiasm. Her hand stroked down Steve's length, twisting as it went, and Steve scraped his teeth across her shoulder, goosebumps on the back of his neck from Bucky's hand in his hair.
Bucky groaned softly, pressing his hips up against her and rewarding her with a bit of contact in kind, calloused fingers- still teasing, but more generous now- brushing over her core with the finesse of a sniper.
Steve was holding himself over them both, his breath hot against Kat's skin as she drove him to distraction.
Kat let out her own soft sound, fingers tightening briefly on Steve, making his hips stutter forward once, and she tried to get that reaction out of him again, her thumb brushing the head of his cock deliberately. "Fuck," he gritted out, his body nearly trembling with tension.
"Aw, Bucky," she teased, talking to the man behind her while her lips were nearly pressed up against Steve's ear. "Look at him. Is he always this easy to make desperate?"
"Like you wouldn't believe," he chuckled, his fingers dipping into her slowly. "It's that irish catholic guilt. He's pent up like a firecracker."
Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers went where she wanted them to, her own body locking still now. Steve blushed further at Bucky's teasing, if it was even possible, and leaned past Kat to kiss him solidly again, teeth catching at his lips, though he groaned again as Kat picked up the pace with her hand.
"Can't kiss me quiet," Bucky chuckled against Steve's lips, but didn't fight him, kissing him with equal hunger as he kept up a slow pace against Kat, warming her up even more than she already was.
"I can try," Steve growled, though his voice was a mixture between amused and aroused. He braced himself over the two of them with one hand, the other tracing patterns onto Kat's hip, letting Bucky take the lead between her thighs - he wasn't as practiced as his best friend, though he planned on changing that. Kat shifted hungrily between them, leaning to suck a mark onto Steve's shoulder that would probably not last the hour. She rolled her hips back into Bucky's erection more firmly, making it clear she was growing impatient for something more substantial than a slow tease.
Bucky made a small noise at that, and then released Steve long enough to grab Kat by the hips. Then he faltered and cursed. "Condoms," he muttered, pushing her away gently.
"There's the con to the apartment - everything's farther away," Kat chuckled, settling into Bucky's spot as he moved away, Steve shifting over, laying by Kat's side on the bed with his arm wrapped tight around her waist. He still dropped lazy kisses onto her shoulder.
"I think the positives still outweigh the negatives, personally," he snorted.
"Agreed," Bucky said, returning from the far room and tossing a packet to Steve. "I'll take elbow room over convenience, thanks."
"You're right - the privacy is my favorite part so far, though," Kat grinned, making some room for Bucky as he came back.
He rolled on the condom without much thought, climbing back into bed and reaching out to grab Kat playfully away from Steve's grasp.
"Hey!" Steve laughed. "I was cuddling her!"
"She doesn't want cuddling right now," he retorted, bending to bite Kat's neck, eyes on Steve. "Does she?"
"No, she doesn't," she agreed, a little breathily from Bucky's teeth. She was aching for more, in fact. She leaned up to kiss Bucky, a shiver going up her spine.
"Good," he said, kissing her back and then shifting behind her, pulling her to straddle his lap, his length brushing against her. Her back was against his chest, his eyes on Steve over her shoulder as he said "Go ahead, take what you want." It was aimed, more or less, at both of them.
Steve was tempted to just pluck Kat off Bucky's lap and steal the beginning of a smug aura that was gathering around Bucky's eyes, but before he could really commit to such a thing, Kat was lining Bucky up and sinking down onto him, a groan falling from her lips, her head back on Bucky's shoulder. He watched with his heartbeat thundering in his chest, biting his lip, and then moved forward to crowd her front, trapping her between two hunks of super soldier, his lips descending on the swell of her breast.
Bucky laughed and groaned at the same time, reaching out a large hand to grapple Steve's hair, hauling it up to command his attention, a little breathless as Kat settled around him. "Go see if... We have oil... Fuck if I'm taking you... Dry."
Steve blushed, again, but nodded and half-vaulting off the bed with a last squeeze of Kat's hip. She rolled her hips down on Bucky with a harsh breath, arm behind her, her fingers tight in his dark hair. "As much as I'm down to watch that," she got out, voice breathy, "I think I'm incapable of giving you up at the moment," she chuckled, squeezing around him on purpose.
He made a noise low in his chest, sliding his hands up her body. "I don't intend to let you," he laughed breathlessly.
"Good," she breathed, trying to get a decent rhythm going with her hips. Something thumped in the other room, but then Steve was back, some sort of container in his hand. "Mission accomplished?" She asked.
"Yeah," he said distractedly, his eyes fixed on her and Bucky with unabashed longing. "Olive oil. Good stuff," he said, setting the bottle in reach and climbing back onto the bed, leaning in to kiss Kat enthusiastically.
Bucky reached around Kat to get a hand on Steve's cock, stroking gently, enticing the larger man closer to the action.
Steve groaned into the kiss with Kat, hips jolting forward a little without him meaning for them to, climbing closer to fulfill Bucky's unasked question. Kat nipped Steve's lip as she rolled her hips back onto Bucky's cock, her breath coming a little harder with the effort.
Bucky shifted his free hand to Kat's midsection, giving her support as she moved. He kept working Steve with the other, keeping the man distracted and interested.
Steve pressed closer to them both, and shifted away from Kat's lips to trace his tongue over her breasts and down over her stomach and rocking hips, twisting to follow her body but still keep himself within Bucky's reach.
Kat swore softly whenever Steve hit a sensitive spot or even just surprised her, her eyes lulled shut, her focus on the pleasure running through her. "Bucky," she got out a little more urgently as she began to reach some sort of peak, unsure of what she was asking for exactly, just more.
He heard the need in her voice, and smiled, giving Steve an encouraging tug to get his attention. Then he lifted Kat off of him with a surprisingly effortless movement, shifting to brace her against him. Steve followed the train of thought easily enough, shifting them both until he could find his way between kat's thighs. He pressed into her, he and Bucky changing the angle she was being fucked at in the matter of a few short seconds. He started moving immediately, his whole body needing it, every snap of his hips pressing her tighter against Bucky.
"Fuck, boys, I-" she cut herself off and just clung to Steve, biting his shoulder as he fanned the flame in her core so perfectly she thought she would combust, her breath coming in short gasps, and then she came with a whimper, fingers digging into Steve's broad sides, bearing down around him hard as her toes curled into the sheets.
Steve let out a string of almost-cusses that Bucky considered absolutely adorable, his body curling over Kat as the combination of pain and pleasure threatened to tip him over the edge.
"Buck, I- I might need-"
"We have all night," Bucky said softly, grabbing onto Steve' s hair. "This is just round one. Come for us." That was more than enough, and the captain's breath caught in his throat, muscles tensing and stiffening as he leaned into the heat of his pleasure, riding it out with sharp gasps.
Kat groaned a little as she relaxed, feeling boneless and pliable for the moment as she came down, smoothing her hands over the places she'd dug her fingers in. "Sorry bout that, Rogers," she chuckled softly, leaning up to kiss him briefly, then twisting to kiss Bucky on the cheek. "Fuck," she said, exhaling and stretching a little. "I needed that. Gimme a minute to recover and I'll be right as rain for whatever devilry you boys are cooking up next."
"I think we can be patient," Bucky said, Steve letting out a half-coherent grunt of agreement from where his head had flopped onto Bucky's shoulder.
"Ever the gentlemen," she hummed lazily, shifting to rest her cheek on Bucky's other shoulder, making for a much smaller figure than on the other side, where Steve was. Steve chuckled slightly, though he still sounded half out of it.
"That's the first time I've heard a lady call you a gentleman, Buck. How's it feel?"
"Rude," Bucky retorted, tweaking Steve's ear. "I've been called a gentleman plenty of times. Not that they were right, but still..."
Steve shook his head to get free of Bucky's hand, kneeing him (at medium force) in the leg in response.
"They were right," Kat retorted, ignoring their tussling, kissing Bucky's cheek again and then settling back. "Maybe they were early, but hell, maybe they could see the future." This part was accompanied with a bit of a smirk.
"Well, I can," Bucky said, grinning. "And it involves a lot of olive oil."
When they woke up late the next morning. Steve was first, turning to kiss Bucky's shoulder lazily, nudging him into wakefulness as he had dozens of times before. Bucky woke slowly, bending to kiss Steve slowly, before pulling back to look at Kat, stroking her hair to wake her.
She made a sleepy groan, lifting her head a little, green eyes slit open. "Please don't tell me we've been summoned for something," she mumbled, shifting and stretching with another groan. Super soldier with a healing serum she was not - their prolonged activities last night, making up for lost time, had left her sore. She had a few light bruises on her body, luckily all below the clothes-line, and she was, to put it mildly, tender.
Steve chuckled slightly at her groggy state. "No, no one's summoned us, at least not yet. We should have today off before me and Bucky and some of the other guys are needed for filming."
"Me?" Bucky asked, surprised and dismayed. "Why me? You're the one they want on camera. I thought I was just there for a briefing."
"They want Captain America's team on film, not just Captain America," Steve sighed, patting Bucky sympathetically on the stomach.
"Dammit," Bucky muttered under his breath, then hopefully- "It doesn't have to be all of us, does it?"
Steve grimaced, an expression that said he wished he could get Bucky out of it but couldn't. "They know you're my best friend, pal, I'm sorry. They want to capitalize on it."
Kat watched silently, feeling for them, but unable to help.
He sighed, something in his expression shifting slightly. He didn't want to be the hero. He was proud of what they did. Proud of Steve. Before the war he would have loved to stand behind his friend while shoving him into the spotlight. But now, he wanted nothing to do with it. He would rather be handed a hard mission and a broken gun.
Still, this was their duty as much as anything else. He gave Steve a grin. "Well at least I don't have to wear spandex," he said, tone light and teasing to break up his falter. "Will they have you in tights?"
"They'll have me in the uniform, most likely," Steve snorted, not wholly unamused. Kat smirked. "I hope my days filming in the tights are over, honestly."
"But your fans, Steve," Kat teased.
"You get to see me naked, that's not enough for you?" he sighed dramatically.
"More than enough," Bucky said, patting his shoulder and laying back, throwing an arm over his eyes to block out the sunlight. "What time is it?"
"Nearly twelve," Kat reported, having rolled over to look at the clock on the nightstand. "We're lucky Debbie hasn't figured out where I am yet - though, truthfully, she must be dreadfully hungover. Maybe she's still in bed, too," she snorted softly, stretching again and sitting up to run a hand through her red hair. "Did we just toss my clothes on the floor last night? Thank god I brought a bag, the wrinkles would be horrible..."
"Oh god, the wrinkles," Bucky moaned. "The horror. How could you possibly overcome wrinkles?"
She smacked his stomach gently, making a stern face. "I wouldn't be caught dead out in public in clothes that spent the night on the floor- no woman would unless she'd been up to no good the night before and didn't plan ahead. Debbie knows I went home with you, wherever you're supposed to be staying, but no one else does. I'm trying to keep a low profile, here."
"Yes, yes, understood," he sighed. "Alright. What's our plan for breakfast? I'm starving."
Steve propped himself up on an elbow, running a hand through his messy blond hair. "I think we're well stocked up. Command knows what kind of metabolism I have, thanks to the tests they ran on me before I actually got out into the field. Whatever isn't rationed is probably in the pantry."
"No, come on. I don't want to eat our lousy cooking! Let's go find a restaurant or something! I want to make some diner waitress's afternoon." Bucky sat up, patting Steve on the shoulder. "Let them watch you eat their entire supply of pancakes."
Steve groaned, flopping onto his back again, and Kat sat up and slid off the bed, grinning over her shoulder at the two of them as she started to gather the clothes on the floor from the night before. "Yeah, Steve! Wasn't there some talk of taking me out for dinner? I'll accept breakfasssst," she finished in a sing-song tone, walking out of the room stark naked to go get some fresh clothes from her bag. Steve gave a put-upon sigh, but the slight smirk on his face made it clear he wasn't too upset.
"God, you two are terrible. Alright, we'll go out."
"First! Showers," Bucky said, hopping up. "Like hell if I'm going to pass up the chance to scrub a few layers of skin off in hot water."
Kat stuck her head back through the door, clutching underthings in her hands against her chest. "I nearly forgot," she gasped, looking unbearably excited. Then she looked at the two of them, sizing them up. "I'm sensing a solo affair, considering the space you two take up. Pity."
Steve chuckled, sliding out of bed and stretching his hands above his head, fingers nearly brushing the low ceiling. "You could probably fit with one of us, but not both of us. That'd be a hell of a shower that could comfortably fit the three of us."
"Let's just each enjoy our own shower," Bucky said with a laugh. "No need to sully things with awkward slipping and shuffling and sharing water. Time for that tomorrow. Or, hell, tonight, if we want."
"That was basically where I landed, yeah," Kat agreed, and her head disappeared again as she grabbed clothes for after her shower. "Dibs on first go!" She called, slipping into the bathroom with a laugh.
Steve watched her go with a laugh, shaking his head before he reached out to pull Bucky back down on the bed with him again.
It ended up being another hour before they were all cleaned up enough for the public, and headed out in search of somewhere good to eat. They found a corner diner a few blocks away that seemed to have an encouragingly enthusiastic flock of customers, and wandered in.
The hostess found them a table after a second of surprise after turning around and seeing such tall two men waiting for her, Kat sandwiched between them. Steve ordered enough to feed a horse and Bucky didn't order much less, leaving Kat to order a couple pancakes and french toast and leaving it at that. Their waitress looked doubtfully at her notepad but didn't argue with them, and they were left to wait for the food to arrive. "We're going to need a bigger table," Kat said soon after the waitress left, looking doubtfully at their relatively small table.
Steve shrugged. "If they bring it out as it's done I bet I can clear most of it before more comes out. I worked out a bit of a system in the USO."
"God, you must have eaten them out of house and home," Bucky said with a laugh, shaking his head. "I've seen what the quartermaster has to order to keep you fed."
"The quartermaster has several allowances given to him to keep me fed, believe me," Steve snorted, leaning back in his chair. "The brass saw what I did out of the field - they figured it would only get worse."
"And it did?" Said Kat, chuckling lightly.
"Have you not seen the trough they set up in front of his tent?" Bucky teased with a smirk. "Takes four men carrying buckets of food to fill it up."
Kat frowned, leaning over to Bucky conspiratorially. "I actually haven't been to that side of the camp because it reeks like the food you give to pigs - are you telling me-" her voice dropped to a stage whisper, "-that that's why?" She turned to Steve, eyes as big as saucers, barely holding back a smirk, "Steve, that can't be healthy to eat!"
"I wasn't aware there was amateur comedy at this diner," Steve said, sipping his coffee with a raised eyebrow. "They should advertise."
Kat cracked a grin. "Like you're Mr. Serious?"
"What if I am?" Steve challenged, leaning forward to rest his forearms on the table.
"What would that entail?" She chuckled, raising her eyebrows at him.
"Asking you what your plans are after the war, maybe?"
Bucky almost choked on his coffee, and was saved from further comment by the waitress arriving with the first round of food. He helped arrange the heaped plates on the table, and caught the waitress's suspicious look. "Just give us a few minutes," he assured her. "We'll clear some."
"He's right, we will," Steve chimed in, and the waitress left with a dubious look but didn't argue. Kat was a little pink from Steve's question, and had been grateful for the brief interruption so she didn't come out stammering.
"I don't know," she said, when the waitress was good and gone. "I hadn't thought about it much. I figured I would pick back up where I left off, I suppose, get a job at the hospital in Rochester, or maybe be a doctor's assistant in town if they had an opening. Why?"
"Because I want to know what happens to this," he said, nodding to her and Bucky as he cut into a tall stack of pancakes. "When we aren't out mucking through the backwoods of Germany. Just trying to get a bead on how much I should get my heart set on things."
She floundered for a moment, her brain going on autopilot and picking up her fork for her pancakes anyway. But truly, what did she want? What future could she envision, if she really put her mind to it? She was pretty darn invested already, somehow without noticing it until he asked. So what could they do? They couldn't move to her little home town - everyone knew everyone's business there, and they couldn't be open. But what about the city? Could she marry one of them officially, while they all lived together? Did she want that for herself? She'd once confided in Bucky that she was afraid of the life ahead of her, trapped as a housewife while living with the things she'd seen in the war. The thing she'd done, killing the man who had grabbed Debbie. But these men knew her, knew her itch to do good - they understood the horrors, as well. "I..." She started, and took a deep breath. "I don't want this to end. I don't know how to make it work, but I'm.. I'm willing to try, if you boys are."
Bucky had a mouthful of waffle, and it took him a moment to chew and swallow so that he could speak. "This is very sweet, both of you, and I'm glad you're planning. But this war is far from over, and I'd rather not jinx it by having curtains picked out. Wait until we're all squared away and the various powers have zipped their flies, and we can go from there."
Steve sighed, rolling his eyes. "Superstitious punk. Whatever, that was all I needed to hear anyways, Kat," he said, directing a soft smile her way that made the butterflies that had generally gotten pretty used to them flare up again. She nodded a little, smiling back, and finally dug into her own food, ravenous.
A/N I'll be real guys, if you've noticed we never show Bucky-on-Steve alone, it's because one of us (me, it's me) is BAD at guy-on-guy. No one wants to see bad smut. It's better this way.
In other news, there will be 2 more chapters after this one today, and then I *think* next chapter will be something of a big 'un. If things go according to plan shit should start Happening. Thanks for sticking with us so far - thanks for all the subs, and especially thanks for the comments!