"What the actual hell," Steve said as they walked into the honeymoon suite. Peter didn't know what he was expecting, but it looked pretty much exactly as a regular honeymoon suite was supposed to. King sized bed, rose petals, champagne.
James -Bucky- took his gloves off. "It's a long story, okay?"
Peter had the desire to hide in the corner. His face hurt and he felt like crying.
"It's okay," Bucky told Peter. He grabbed a bottle of champagne out of the ice bucket and put it on Peter's face. Peter whimpered.
Steve sat on the bed on top the rose petals. "I don't know what to say."
" Why are you here?" Bucky asked, turning the question back on Steve. Peter wondered if they were ex-lovers.
"I had no idea about any of this," Steve said.
"The whorehouse or that your friend was a prostitute?" Bucky asked.
"Either," Steve said. "Jesus, Buck."
Bucky continued holding the bottle against Peter's face.
"Stop slut shaming us," Peter said, because he couldn't think of anything better to say.
"Peter, you've been here for a day and a half you have no idea what's going on," Bucky said.
"Well, what is going on here, Bucky?" Steve asked. "I watched Rumlow hit this kid in the face for no reason. How old is he? Sixteen?"
"I'm eighteen, sir," Peter said. Then he remembered. "I mean, Daddy." He waited to see if he was going to be hit again. It truly was getting hard to remember who his daddy was.
"It's okay, Peter. You're safe right now, okay? Steve won't hurt you," Bucky said.
"Okay…" Peter said. He decided he had enough of icing his face and sat next to Steve on the bed.
Steve looked at him sadly, then returned his focus to Bucky. "What's the plan?"
Bucky said. "As far as I can tell you're still a free man," Bucky said. "You aren't," he said to Peter. "How much money do you have?"
"A little," Steve said.
"Five hundred large," Peter said.
"Okay, I've got a plan," Bucky said.
"Do tell," Steve said.
"Okay you take my money, you take Peter's money and you just….buy him," Bucky said. He was talking with his metal arm.
"Buy him?" Steve asked incredulously.
"Yeah, sure. It's happened before. Some clients find one they really like and just… Take them home forever," Bucky explained. "It's the only way."
"That doesn't get you out," Steve said. He looked as if he might cry,
"I'll be fine," Bucky said.
"Rumlow," Steve said.
Peter was still stuck on the "buy him" part. And the "take Peter's money" part. Sure it sounded swell to be out of there, but if he didn't have anymore money than when he came in, well…. What was the point?
"I don't have anywhere to go even if you get me out of here," Peter said.
"You can stay with me until we figure things out," Steve said. He stood up. He held Bucky in a tight hug. Peter wanted to disappear. The hug lasted forever it seemed.
"It's okay, Steve," Bucky said. He messed up Steve's hair and smiled at him
They're definitely in love, Peter thought.
"So… umm what are we supposed to do now?" Peter asked.
Bucky said. "Steve paid for the night. We should pretend like we're giving him a good time in here."
"Very funny," Steve said.
"It's not a joke," Bucky said. "We gotta stay in here for a while. Pretend we're doing whatever it is you like, Captain Vanilla."
"Okay, so seriously, are we gonna have a threesome? I mean I don't care either way, I just need to know," Peter said.
"No, Peter, we're not going to have a threesome," Steve said.
"It's because he's vanilla," Bucky said to Peter.
"He's like sixteen and scared out of his mind, Bucky," Steve said.
"Why don't you two have sex on the floor and I'll just take a nap on this nice bed?" Peter asked.
Bucky looked at Steve. Steve looked at Bucky.
"I don't know," Steve said.
"Okay, I'm going to sleep," Peter said, he got under the covers and curled up at the edge of the bed.
Bucky smiled. "I'm going to get some sleep, too." He laid very close to Peter. Alarmingly close to Peter. But then he patted the empty space on the bed, and Peter realized Steve was going to lay with them. All three of them in one bed. Cozy.
Peter heard a noise that sounded distinctly like kissing, but it only lasted for a second. Maybe, they really would just sleep. He was very nervous himself, and couldn't calm down enough to sleep. He stayed still though and tried to rest. It might have been minutes or hours that the three of them laid together in silence.
Bucky rolled over. Peter thought nothing of it, until Steve let out a small moan. He heard Bucky "shh" him.
Oh, God, Peter thought. He tried not to move or breathe too fast. He heard rustling and realized what Bucky was doing. A handjob, it was just a handjob. Don't mind me, I'm just sleeping.
Steve was breathing heavy. Peter wondered what their story was. How long since the last time they had seen each other? How long since they had last touched?
Quite some time, Peter was guessing. Though they were trying to be as quiet as possible, the sexual tension was palpable. Steve couldn't quite keep quiet and the bed shook as if one or both both them were squirming.
Peter tried to concentrate on his breathing instead, make it seem like he was just sleeping. But his heart was beating faster and his cock stiffen. Maybe he should have went for the threesome.
"Steve…" Bucky whispered. Steve let out one last gasp. The sound of him orgasming pleased Peter. He wanted to hear it everyday for the rest of his life.
The bed stopped moving. Peter heard a small kiss. He curled up tighter into the fetal position, too aroused and worried to sleep all night.