A/N: NOTHING SAYS GOOD MORNING LIKE PORN AT 10 O'CLOCK.
"Big plans today?" Tony asks softly, lips pressed against Steve's ear.
"Not really. Maybe the grocery store," Steve replies with a small smile, "You?"
"Meh."
Tony slides an arm over Steve's hip, spooning against his husband comfortably. They're silent for several long moments before Tony asks, "Why'd Bucky leave?"
"Told me he had to take care of some stuff."
Tony pulls away from Steve and rolls onto his back restlessly. Steve flips over to face his husband, settling down onto Tony's chest and when Tony's fingers bury in his hair he emits a content sigh.
"Is he coming back?" Tony asks after a long moment.
"I don't know. Why?"
"I want him to," he admits quietly, "He's fun."
Steve presses his lips to the corner of Tony's mouth before asking, "I'm not fun anymore?"
"No, it's just- I don't know. You're different, Cap. He's less reserved and we can just fool around and joke about stupid shit."
"Are you in love with him?" Steve asks hesitantly. But his tone isn't one that Tony would be expecting; it's inquisitive, a little flirty and entirely curious.
"No," Tony answers immediately, " But… I like him. He's funny and he's like you but a lot less uptight."
Steve swings his free arm over to the nightstand, grabbing his cell phone and bringing it back to his face. He opens a text messages and as he's typing Tony is sort of amazed.
"I still can't get over the fact that you know how to text. It's like watching a grandpa text. Stop that, it's weird." Tony reaches out for the phone to grab it but Steve moves too quickly, holding it just out of Tony's reach.
"No it isn't. How am I like a grandpa?"
"You're like a hundred years old."
"Really? Because my ass says different."
"That isn't fair; you can't sass. That's my job."
Steve sends the message to Bucky before setting his phone back on the bedside table.
"Wanna fuck around?" Tony asks after a moment of silence.
"If you want," Steve replies.
Tony's hands immediately fly to the waistband of Steve's pajama pants, tugging at them until they're at his ankles. He does the same with his own, tossing them to the side of the bed.
"What do you wanna do?" Steve asks softly.
"I want to choke on your cock," Tony replies without hesitance, "God, it's so fucking huge. How the hell do you- fuck." He reaches out, grabbing hold of Steve's flaccid cock and pressing wet, teasing kisses along the entire length. Steve settles back onto the pillows with a laugh and Tony dives down, taking half the length with ease. Steve steadies himself, one hand fisting the sheets on the bed and the other curling gently in Tony's hair.
"Oh," Steve chuckles, his toes curling as his dick grows in size rapidly. Blowjobs from Tony are entirely rare and it's rare that Steve is ever in a mood for one. Honestly, he prefers rimming 9 times out of 10 but he has to admit that Tony gives exceptional blowjobs. They're great but Steve is also hypersensitive and Tony's tickling him with his mouth, lips strained against the head of his cock. He isn't even close to coming when he pushes Tony's head away.
"Problem?" Tony asks.
Steve simply lifts his legs, pulling them up and out, presenting his ass to Tony who grins in return.
"Oh, you want that?"
Tony leans forward, dragging his tongue down Steve's inner-thigh to his hole. He presses a soft kiss to the pink skin and nudges it gently with his tongue, glancing up at Steve before going to town. His expert tongue works at Steve's ass until it's glossy and sticky with saliva and Steve's thighs are covered in a faint sheen of sweat. Tony only stops when he hears Steve's phone vibrate on the night stand and he lunges for it, flailing on top of his husband.
"What the hell are you doing?" Steve asks, clearly confused.
Tony doesn't release Steve's cell phone until the reply is sent to Bucky.
Get your ass back over here, bitch. We miss you.
Steve stares at the phone screen for a long moment and Tony mistakes this look for jealousy. He grabs the phone from Steve's firm grip and sets it aside, taking Steve's face between his hands.
"Cap, I don't want you to be jealous of anyone. If you don't want this we don't have to keep doing it."
"I do," Steve reassures his husband, stealing a kiss from Tony's mouth, "I want it. I care about both of you so much."
"Do you love him?"
Steve waits several moments before responding, "I've loved him for a while, Tony, but not like I love you. You and I had something special from the start - aside from the times we tried to kill each other. But with Bucky it... it developed over time."
Without response Tony pulls Steve in for another kiss, breaking away seconds later when Steve's phone bleeps. Steve snatches the phone from the nightstand to read the message and turns it around to show his husband.
I'll be back tonight.
The two of them exchange a look before Tony dives down again, his eyes set on Steve's glorious ass.
Steve decided earlier in the afternoon that if Bucky were going to be staying over he should go pick up some groceries. He also has other errands to run so for now Tony is left alone in the tower and he's in the lab when Jarvis notifies him that Bucky has returned. Tony doesn't hesitate to leave his newest prototype and heads back up to the penthouse.
Bucky has already made himself comfortable on the couch when Tony walks in.
"Hey," James says with an endearing half-smile, "Where's Steve?"
"The grocery store."
Bucky hummed softly. "You guys missed me that much?"
Tony flops onto the couch and splays his legs over Bucky's lap and shrugs.
"Yeah. I mean, it's been me and Steve alone in the tower for a while. It's nice to have a fresh face around. When you leave for a few days it seems different without you here."
Tony adds a genuine smile to his explanation and closes his eyes comfortably. He feels fingers at the top of his shoes as Bucky unties the laces and drops them one after the other onto the floor.
Tony asks with a chuckle, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Drawing from the fact that you put your feet in my lap, I assumed you wanted a foot rub. Was I wrong?" he asks as his skilled fingers begin to work the arches of Tony's feet.
Tony finally manages to respond, "Not… entirely." He throws an arm over his face and sighs deeply, his entire body relaxing into the plush microsuede couch.
Bucky gives each foot the same treatment, switching off every few minutes. He's been thinking about this since Steve's birthday a month ago. He's never received, he's only ever topped and every night spent with Steve and Tony in the sheets, the more Bucky decides that he would really love to be the taker for once.
"Tony," James murmurs softly. "I- can I ask you something?"
"What?" Tony replies, unmoving.
"I- not tonight, but when- the next time we fuck could I maybe not-? I've only ever topped and I want… Steve seems to love it and I was wondering if you'd want to…"
This all sounded so much easier when Bucky planned it in his head. He's genuinely wishing he would've gone with his original rendition of the question which would be, 'Will you fuck me?'
Tony lifts his arm, taken entirely by surprised. "You want me to fuck you?"
James eventually meets Tony's gaze, nodding, "Yeah. I-I think Steve may be too big for me to start out with so-" He notices the apparent offended look on Tony's face and quickly recovers, "I mean, you're experienced and the way you make him moan is really something."
Tony breaks into a smile, moving to straddle Bucky's lap. That never-ending smirk plays on his lips as he drapes his arms around Bucky's neck, fingers playing in his hair. Bucky hesitates before wrapping his own arms around Tony's hips, his hands sliding up under Tony's t-shirt and stroking the small of his back innocently.
"Does Steve ever top?"
Tony purses his lips, shaking his head, "Once in a while but for the most part I fuck him. He's such a bottom bitch; he craves it."
"Any other secrets you're willing to tell me?" Bucky asks, stealing a kiss from Tony's mouth.
"Besides the fact that I may be a little bit of a sadist, no."
James snickers in surprise, his fingers dipping into the waistband of Tony's jeans playfully before asking, "Oh yeah? I wouldn't mind being roughed up a little."
"Good," Tony grins, "Because Steve doesn't really like it. I guess because of the shit he went through as a little guy."
Bucky nods, understanding completely, "He got pretty fucked up."
Tony smiles appreciatively, bringing a hand to Bucky's mouth to trace the corner of his lips.
"I thoroughly enjoy the way you talk, Barnes. So raw and unreserved. Maybe you could teach Cap a little something. The worse thing I've heard him say is 'damn' and he still blushes when he says 'cock'."
"Your mouth is worse than mine," James laughs, "You teach him."
"I've tried and failed miserably," Tony answers, pulling away and resuming his previous position on his back. He wriggles his feet in anticipation and Bucky's skilled fingers begin to massage them once more.
"This is so fucking domestic," Bucky murmurs, glancing over at Tony. He decides that maybe domesticity isn't so bad.
"Got any kinks?" Tony asks and it's clear that he's been completely distracted for the last several moments.
"Not really," James replies, "None I can think of. I would thoroughly enjoy being DP'd by you and Cap, though."
"We'll have to work up to it," Tony replies immediately as if this is an entirely normal conversation to have. "Steve's fucking huge."
Bucky grins, looking over at Tony directly. "You're not so bad yourself."