"When was the last time you showered?" Steve asks Tony when he comes into the living room.
Tony is lounging on the couch with his feet hanging over the arm, looking over at his husband and shrugging to the best of his ability. "Don't remember."
"You stink and you need to shave. What's wrong with you?" the blonde presses, crossing his arms. As much as Steve tries not to, he sort of sounds like a nagging mother. He rolls his eyes when Tony doesn't respond and clears his throat. "We're having guests tomorrow, Tony. You need to get off your ass and get yourself cleaned up. I don't know what you're trying to accomplish by pouting like a three-year-old but you need to cut it out."
"Yeah, I don't remember asking for your opinion," he says with a wave of his hand. "Go run or something."
"I'm going out for groceries. I expect you to be up and showered by the time I get back."
"Or what?"
"Or I'll get Natasha over here," Steve warns, and he's completely serious. He walks out of the room, muttering quietly to himself as he goes.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch!" Tony shouts after him. He grumbles but heaves himself off of the sofa to get showered and changed because he has somewhere to be.
Tony tries to pretend that he isn't the one who knocks by standing up against the wall several feet away from the door.
The door isn't even fully open when Bucky calls out, "I know it's you, Tony." Tony does that thing where he tries not to smile and he goes inside the apartment as Bucky gestures for him to come in.
"Did you really think you were being inconspicuous?" Bucky asks with the slightest hint of a chuckle. He's smiling way too much for someone who's had the sort of life that Bucky's had.
Tony grins crookedly and steps forward to put a hand on Bucky's hip, pulling him in for a kiss that's both tender and sweet. He doesn't really mean for it to turn into anything other than a peck but it does. Bucky pulls him in and they sort of stumble toward Bucky's bedroom before Bucky even addresses why Tony came over.
Bucky falls back on the bed and pulls Tony with him. His heart is beating way too expeditiously for it to be from the walk to the bedroom. It's thundering in Bucky's chest because he's missed this. He's missed Tony and he doesn't want him to ever leave.
Tony takes note of the partially dazed expression on Bucky's face and rolls over to hover above him. "Miss me?" he asks, and it comes out sounding way too complex for a yes or no question.
Bucky nods as his blue eyes flicker to the ceiling and then back at Tony. Bucky worries his bottom lip because he can't handle this; the longing and want and loneliness are crushing him. "Why are you here?" he whispers, swallowing and trying to pretend that he's not upset at Tony for obeying Steve and making him leave.
"I know you don't have anywhere to go for Thanksgiving, so I thought I'd drop by and see if you wanna come eat with Natasha and Clint at our place."
"You didn't just drop by," Bucky says pointedly. "You live thirty minutes away. Plus I never told you where I moved to after Steve kicked me out."
"That's beside the point," Tony says with a waving motion of his hand. "You're coming to eat with us. I'm not taking 'no' for an answer."
"What's Steve gonna say?"
Tony shrugs. "I don't really care what Steve says because I want you there so you're coming."
The corners of Bucky's lips tug up just a little. "If you wanted to invite me you could've just called."
"I wanted to extend the invitation in person."
"Bullshit," Bucky chuckles, stealing a kiss from the corner of Tony's mouth and bites lightly at the inside of his cheek. "We both know that's not why you're really here."
"What am I here for, then?" Tony murmurs, dipping his head to kiss the crook of Bucky's neck.
Bucky swallows down his reply and finds Tony's lips, kissing them desperately with aching want.
After a long moment Tony pulls back and strips his shirt, motioning for Bucky to do the same. When Bucky complies Tony breathes out slowly and straddles Bucky's thighs, leaning down to trace his fingers along the slightest outline of his ribs. Bucky watches Tony's fingers dance over his skin for a moment longer before he falls victim to that silky touch and his eyes slide closed with a soft groan.
Their pants fall to the wayside and their bodies are only shadows dancing on the wall cast by the soft glow of the light coming in through the hallway. Tony leaves the bed only long enough to rummage through the bathroom cabinet for a bottle of lube and when he comes back, Bucky is still on his side.
"Roll over," Tony instructs softly.
Bucky shakes his head just a little, unsure of how Tony is going to take this, but he licks his lip before murmuring, "I wanna see you when you fuck me."
Tony doesn't see anything wrong with that so he nods and climbs back on the mattress, kneeling between Bucky's spread legs. He pops the cap on the lid and within seconds, an expertly skilled finger slides into him. Bucky isn't aware that his head isn't on the pillow until he drops it back with a soft groan.
It's been so long since Tony's had sex in this position that it takes him several adjustments for him to find a comfortable position. When he finds it he adds a second finger and Bucky needs Tony. He reaches up and crashes their lips together. The kiss softens as Tony's fingers work him open and Bucky's almost trembling by the time Tony pushes in.
"Shit," Tony pants after he comes. He pulls out and allows his weight to fall on Bucky, panting softly into his neck and he closes his eyes as Bucky's fingers slide into his hair. They're only slightly sweaty and Bucky wants to keep Tony here for as long as he can.
"I have to go," Tony mutters a few moments later. He sighs, pulling himself from Bucky's grip to collect his clothes.
"You should stay," Bucky says, rolling onto his side and draping the sheet over his hip.
"I should and I want to, but Steve's already giving me shit lately. I'll see you tomorrow." Tony doesn't know what compels him to do so, but he crosses the room to give Bucky a departure kiss.
Tony is thankful that he gets back to the tower when he does because Steve comes in ten minutes later. He's surprised to see Tony up and dressed, much less hanging around in the kitchen. Tony watches Steve put the groceries away and clears his throat before asking, "What time are we eating tomorrow?"
"Two o'clock. I'm hoping everyone's gone by seven or so. I thought maybe we could try to watch a movie or something," Steve says quietly, as if he's afraid of being shot down.
"I can't make any promises."
"Of course not. You never can, can you?" Steve fires back, turning around to face his husband with crossed arms.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, Tony," he sighs and shakes his head.
When Tony comes into the kitchen with Bucky trailing behind Steve is surprised to say the least. It'd be perfectly appropriate to say that he's absolutely pissed. He knows Tony planned this and he can't exactly make a scene about it because everyone is here and it wouldn't be appropriate to start a fight. So Steve is a good host and smiles politely and sets another place at the table.
After dessert Natasha and Clint leave so it's just Tony, Steve and Bucky. Steve is dropping hints for Bucky to leave but Bucky is too busy eating the leftover pumpkin bread that Natasha brought to pay attention to the hints.
"Tony, can I talk to you?" Steve says, walking over and grabbing his husband by the forearm. He guides Tony into the privacy of the living room and Tony can see the rage in Steve's eyes.
"What the hell was that?"
"What was what?" Tony retorts.
"You invited Bucky without telling me? That's- he has to go. He has to leave. Please make him leave."
"Why? He's supposed to be your friend, Steve. I don't see what the big deal is."
"The big deal is that you invited him without telling me and now he won't take my hints to leave. He has to go. I don't want him to stay the night.'
"Why can't he stay the night?"
"Because I wanted to do something with just you."
Tony rolls his eyes and blinks furiously. "That is such bullshit. You haven't wanted to do anything with me! All you do is nag me and try to control me. I'm not your damn kid and you can't tell me what I can and can't do!"
"I'm not trying to control you! I'm asking you to ask Bucky to leave!"
Tony shakes his head adamantly. "No, there's no reason he can't stay. If you want him to go, you're going to have to ask him yourself."
Steve groans but complies as he pushes past Tony and goes into the kitchen.
Bucky is staring at Steve with crossed arms, raising his eyebrows expectantly. "I heard everything, so there's no need for you to fake politeness and ask me to leave because I'm fucking going." He crosses the room in long strides and leaves the tower without even telling Tony goodbye. It's okay, though, because he has a feeling he'll see Tony again.