Bucky pushes himself off the couch and wanders to the kitchen, heading for the toaster. Shortly after popping the bread in he hears Tony's footsteps and glances over his shoulder. Tony purposely makes a detour around to the toaster, landing a playful slap on Bucky's ass.

"Hey, babycakes."

Bucky chuckles with an uncontrollable smile, "Hey, Tony."

Tony heads for the coffee maker and hops onto the counter, swinging his feet and impatiently waiting for his drink to finish brewing. He watches as Bucky spreads peanut butter across his toast and admires the way he licks the knife before tossing it in the sink.

He takes a bite of his toast, relaxing back against the counter and looking over at Tony. Tony raises his eyebrows and motions to James silently. He obeys, crossing the kitchen and standing between Tony's legs. They lean in for a gentle kiss and Tony can taste the peanut butter on his lips.

"Steve on his run?" Tony guesses.

"In the gym," James responds softly. With a kiss to Tony's cheek he pulls away and goes back into the living room where he makes himself comfortable on the couch. Tony figures that he can go down to the lab later but for now he can keep Bucky company, at least until Steve comes back.

Even with a cup of coffee Tony can't stay awake through the morning news. He dozes off somewhere between the sports and the weather. He wakes to a heavy weight on his chest. He's sure it isn't Steve because Steve is a lot heavier than that. Tony opens his eyes and groans, pushing at Bucky's shoulder.

"What the hell are you doing?" he demands to know.

"I was trying to go back to sleep," James grumbles, glaring up at Tony.

"Get off me. No, not really, I'm just kidding." Tony sighs, wrapping his arms around Bucky and holding him in place. With a grin he brings a hand to Bucky's cheek, running his fingers along his smooth jaw and to the dimple in his chin. "Don't ever shave again."

Bucky sits up with a smile, straddling Tony and splaying his hands on Tony's chest.

"You free today?" he asks, receiving a nod. "How about Steve?"

"You'll have to ask him," Tony answers.

Just then the elevator dings and Steve, sweat drenched and shirtless, steps on the floor.

"Okay, what the hell?" James laughs, turning his head in Steve's direction. "Do you have some sort of ability to show up at the exact moment we're talking about you?"

Steve shrugs with a smile, "Maybe. I'm not sure. You two seem to be… enjoying yourselves."

"Waiting for you, sweetcheeks," Tony grins.

Bucky moves to the side of the couch, lying down opposite of Tony and resting his legs comfortably on top of the shorter man.

"You got plans for the day?" Bucky asks curiously, eyebrows raised.

Steve thinks for a moment before shaking his head, "Not that I know of."

"Good. Meet us in the bedroom in ten." Bucky motions for Tony to follow and he does so even though he protests. Steve trails behind them, lips curled in a smirk as he listens to the other two.

"Actually I had some things I needed to go over in the lab. I thought maybe you two could spend some time together watching movies and cuddling or whatever it is that you do."

"Uh, no." Bucky throws a smile over his shoulder at both Tony. "I have other plans. You know what you and I talked about?"

"What?" Steve interjects, suddenly completely lost.

"Nothing," Tony smirks, "Just go take a shower and meet us in the bedroom."

The two of them beat Steve to the bedroom and close the door, leaving Steve to shower off in the other bathroom. Bucky emits a shaky breath before looking directly at Tony.

"You're sure you want this?"

"I'm sure," James nods, "Oh, hey, has Steve done any laundry lately? I'm missing like four pairs of boxers and I'm running out. I mean, if you have some kink for stealing my underwear then that's cool; not judging, I just need to know."

"They're in your drawer," Tony replies, somewhat confused.

"I have a drawer?" James is clearly confused and his eyes flicker across the room to the dresser next to the closet door. He looks back to Tony for an explanation.

"I mean at this point you might as well move in, right? No sense in you paying rent for a place you never spend the night at." Tony can't meet Bucky's eyes because his sentiment is showing again but in all honesty, he really hopes Bucky says yes. That way when either Tony or Steve are sent on missions or trips, the person left at home wouldn't be lonely. Plus they all get along really well and the chemistry between them is undeniable.

"Tony… Are you being serious? Do you guys want me to move in with you?"

Tony shrugs one shoulder as his mouth twitches, "It's totally up to you."

"Is that what you're asking me?"

Tony finally dares to look up with a half-smile, "Yeah."

James crosses the room, bringing Tony into a hug. Tony takes that as a 'yes.' James pulls back just the slightest to catch Tony's lips in a gentle, heartfelt kiss and rests their foreheads together. His hands slip down to Tony's lower back, squeezing the fabric of Tony's t-shirt as his lips attacking Tony's jaw and trailing down to his neck frantically, pausing only to suck lightly at his skin

"Oh," Tony breathes, surprised. He tilts his head back, running his fingers through Bucky's tousled hair and slowly walking them back to the bed. Tony's knees hit and he falls back, bringing Bucky on top of him.

James sits up with a sigh, legs on either side of Tony's body. "Tony, I- I don't want this to be slow and sweet. I just want you to fuck me, okay? Maybe later we'll work on making love or whatever. I just want you to fuck me and I can finger Steve or do whatever the hell he wants. I just… I really want you inside me. Like, right now."

"I can tell," Tony quips, reaching out to teasingly rub at the hardened length in Bucky's sweatpants. He pushes lightly at Bucky's hips and he slides to the side, pulling his t-shirt over his head. He slips his pants down, rising up enough to pull them off and drop them off the side of the bed as Tony does the same.

Steve walks through the door minutes later, naked and gorgeous and hard.

"Didn't waste any time, huh?" Steve chuckles, crossing the room and climbing onto the bed. He settles down onto his back next to his husband, smiling up at Bucky.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Tony's gonna fuck me and you're gonna shove your cock down my throat. I mean, if you're okay with that."

"I… I'm- yes, that's fine," Steve smiles, leaning up and capturing Bucky's mouth with own.

Tony rolls over, snatching the bottle of lube that never leaves the nightstand long enough to be put in the proper drawer.

"Hands and knees," Tony instructs, slapping Bucky's hip.

"So demanding," Bucky chuckles, obeying nonetheless. He realizes that he's shaking a little, from excitement than nervousness. He lifts his ass higher, propping up on one arm and reaching down to stroke his dick lightly with his free hand.

Tony slicks his two fingers, tossing the bottle aside and leaning down to press a kiss to the small of Bucky's back.

"Tell me if you feel any pain."

"If you do it right it shouldn't hurt at all."

"I know that."

"Just fuck me, Tony. Don't hold back and don't be gentle. I want to feel it."

Tony chuckles at that, a rumbling laugh low in his throat. He complies, slipping one finger in. Bucky doesn't even react because he's too busy leaning down and taking the base of Steve's dick into his hand. He dives down, teasing just the head for a moment and pressing his tongue into Steve's slick.

Steve moans and slides his left hand up to pinch a nipple, the fingers on his right hand curling into Bucky's dark hair. He assumes that Bucky isn't nearly as good at this as Tony and he surely can't swallow the whole thing like Tony can. It takes all of Steve's self-control not to thrust into Bucky's mouth. Instead he settles back, willing himself not to look at the sight before him, and breathes in steady breaths.

Behind Bucky Tony is still working his fingers in James' ass, rubbing gentle circles on the small of his back with his free hand. Bucky said he wants it rough but something deep inside of Tony's subconscious won't allow him to get into that mindset just yet. He has to assure that Bucky is comfortable so the experience can be enjoyable for all of them.

Bucky pulls up from Steve's head, running his tongue along the length of his cock and slapping it against his hollowed cheek. He glances back at Tony momentarily.

"I think I'm- I'm comfortable, you can go ahead."

"You're sure?" Tony asks, reaching down for the lube and popping the lid. Bucky nods, turning his attention back to Steve and leans up to suck at Steve's belly, dick in hand.

Tony positions himself between Bucky's legs and slowly pushes in. He pauses, the head of his cock straining against James' ass, and bites his lip. This is the first time he's fucked anyone other than Steve in 4 years and it's a little overwhelming. He starts with slow thrusts and Bucky pauses, popping Steve's cock out of his mouth only to demand 'harder'.

Bucky turns his attention back to Steve who's already losing himself. He expels a guttural moan when Bucky takes his dick as far as it'll go. It's not quite into James' throat but with a little practice they could eventually get to that point.

Steve moves so that he's propped up on one muscular arm, his other hand tangled in Bucky's hair. His head is dropped back and then he feels Bucky's fingers squeezing his thighs. Steve is so hypersensitive that it doesn't take much more than Bucky's hollowed cheeks and the bobbing movement of his head for Steve to come. When he does he emits a low moan, whispering James' name frantically and bucking into his throat. Bucky pulls back with a harsh cough, his gut wrenching, but thankfully nothing comes up. Steve sits up fully now, concerned.

"Bucky, I'm sorry, I-I get a little carried away sometimes."

James rises to his hands, beckoning Steve closer and when Steve obeys he pulls him into a deep, sensual kiss. The only sound in the room is Tony's grunts and the sound of Tony's thighs slapping against the back of Bucky's. Steve pulls away, nibbling on Bucky's earlobe only for a moment.

"Do you wanna come again?" James asks.

Steve shakes his head after glancing back at Tony, "No, it's okay." He presses a gentle kiss to Bucky's sticky forehead, climbs off the bed and heads for the bathroom again, most likely to wipe the semen off his belly. Tony and Bucky are left along and Bucky goes down on one elbow as his other hand reaches under his body to stroke his cock. He decides to have some fun with Tony and smirks against the sheets.

"God, Tony, you're good at this. I love the way you make me moan. Your cock feels so fucking huge inside of me. Love you like this, so hard for me. Fuck me hard, so hard I won't be able to walk. I wanna feel your balls slap my ass every time you pound into me. Spank me, hit me, make me come."

Tony groans, laying a harsh slap on the side of Steve's ass, thrusting into him wildly and Bucky lets out a shaky laugh, stroking and pumping himself to climax. He meets Tony's thrusts with his hips rocking back and forth and comes with a shout.

"Oh Tony, oh fuck!" he cries, eyes clinched shut. He feels Tony's thrusts growing rapid and uneven, unsteady, and then Tony's calloused fingers are gripping at his hips and the pushes in one last time. James can feel Tony, can feel his ass throbbing around Tony's dick and Tony doesn't pull out until every drop of semen is settled inside of Bucky.

He pulls out and turns around, falling onto his back and panting heavily. He gives Bucky a half-smile, reaching out to stroke his cheek. Bucky smiles back, lightly biting at his bottom lip in return. Minutes later when Steve comes out of the bathroom, he isn't surprised to find both of them asleep.