A/N: aaaaand another new chapter! This one is a little more focused on Bucky and Summer than the last one, and once again, the italicized portions are flashbacks of the... slashy nature :p For the first time ever in my published fics, I'm throwing some Bucky/Loki (Lucky! :D) action at you guys, and I'm rather interested to see how you'll all feel about it. And as usual, if it's not your cup of tea, just skip :D My plan now is to get back to LAD and buckle down on that, so the next update coming up should be for that. Thank you guys SO MUCH for your reviews and follows, I adore each and every one of you, and I look forward to hearing from you all! :D
Bucky Barnes had never been one to watch a woman sleep, but then again, the woman whose bed he was currently sharing had him breaking all kinds of rules from the very start.
The night before, he had accompanied Summer home to her place after they had left the after-party following the opera, and from there the night had gone like it always seemed to whenever they were in each other's presence. He'd barely been able to keep his hands off of her in the cab, having been tortured by her beauty and her silly, infectious charm all night long, and by the time they had made it inside her apartment and closed the door, they were on each other like starved and insatiable creatures. She wasn't as shy with him anymore, that night being the fourth that they'd shared, but he still made her blush and squirm every time he murmured a string of filthy words into her ear or moaned with deep appreciation as he buried his face between her legs. He hoped that she never stopped blushing like that, because he absolutely loved that about her.
After not one but two passionate and slightly chaotic rounds - one in her bed, the other on her dresser and then against the wall and finally on the floor - they'd curled up with each other and spent nearly two hours talking before sleep overtook them. They could talk as easily as they could touch, and he never got sick of hearing her laugh or giggle as she told a story or shyly asked him a question about his line of work. They both felt remarkably comfortable with each other, and the more that he was around her, the more transfixed he became with all of the little quirks and traits that made Summer Summer.
And that was what led him to his current and rather unexpected position, lying next to the peacefully sleeping woman with his head propped up on his hand, eyes trailing down from her tranquil face to her soft black hair as it spilled over her shoulder, all the way to the sheet just barely concealing her bare chest from his eyes. The sun had risen a few hours before, and a few rays filtered in through her shaded windows just enough to show him how beautiful she looked bathed in the early morning light.
There were dark little marks littering her neck on each side, marks that his mouth had put there as she had rocked in his lap and he had sucked on her skin hard enough to leave the bruises. He liked leaving evidence of his actions behind, hoping that she caught glimpses of them throughout the day and thought of him and how she had felt when he'd been giving them to her. She didn't need to leave marks on him like that, however, because he always came away from their encounters smelling her hair on his skin and pretending not to desperately want to see her again.
She had a way of getting under his skin and staying in his mind long after they'd parted, and if he was being honest, that only became more true the more that he saw her. He was glad that she'd let him stay the night, because he hadn't been ready to leave her when the night had finally come to an end. A woman hadn't made him feel like that since... well, it was definitely a long time ago.
It wasn't just the sex that kept him coming back, even though sometimes he liked to try to rationalize and pretend that was the case. It wasn't hard to do, because he wasn't exaggerating when he said that it was the best sex of his life. And coming from a man who quite literally had sex for a living, that was saying something. She was shy and wild at the same time, always a little unsure of herself and yet so fucking perfect and responsive and sensual that she always left his head spinning. And each time, it only got better.
But there was still more to it than just that. Bucky knew this, but it didn't mean that he was ready to accept it just yet. He was far too skilled at protecting himself and preventing himself from being hurt for that. Instead, he simply watched the slow, steady rise and fall of her ample chest, admiring her beauty and adoring how peaceful and sweet she looked in those stolen moments.
It took him by surprise then when she began to stir. She let out a deep breath and shifted her limbs around a little, turning her head closer to his direction and still not waking. Her slight jostling about managed to pull the sheet down just enough to slip past one breast and expose it, and naturally, Bucky couldn't help but smile as he admired the sight.
He thought about pulling the sheet back up for her, knowing she'd probably be embarrassed if she woke up like that, even though she had no reason to be. But he changed his mind when she shifted again, this time letting out a soft little sound as she stretched her legs and this time caused the sheet to also slide down her other breast. He smiled to himself, finding it kind of funny especially since Summer was absolutely oblivious and still quite asleep.
She really was gorgeous. He thought back to the night before, his mind tripping over a few of the highlights until he settled on when he'd been taking her against the wall. She had held on to his hair and his back and had moaned and sunk her nails into his skin as he had pounded into her, loving it as much as he was despite the roughness and potential bruising on her lower back. That was the thing about her - she liked it rough, but she hadn't really known that before he came along. He loved how surprised she was whenever she'd enjoy a sting of pain or want it harder, and he loved being the one to broaden her horizons. He loved it a lot. Too much, maybe.
As his eyes slipped down to her bare breasts and then back up to her pretty face, he couldn't help but to reach out and touch her. He slid just the backs of his fingers along her jaw, a ghost of a touch that didn't rouse her or even disturb her steady breathing pattern. Then he trailed his fingertips down the side of her neck, along her collarbone, and he watched as goosebumps erupted in the wake of his touch. But she still didn't stir.
He couldn't blame her. He had worn her out rather well the night before.
He watched her carefully as his fingers slid to one of her breasts. His touch there was feather-soft, deliberately so, and his eyes stayed locked on her face as gently rubbed his thumb over her nipple. That made her stir, twisting her hips slightly under the sheet as she squirmed a little, and he thought for her sure that her eyes would open and she'd wake. Instead, she let out a breath and arched slightly into his touch, and he couldn't help but grin. He suddenly wanted to see what all she could take before she finally fully woke.
Slowly and gently, he leaned in close and pressed his lips to her collarbone as his hand slid lower, over her belly. She shifted again, and he kissed a trail up to her neck as his hand continued to slide lower, along her side and her hip and down her thigh, then back up again. He pressed a kiss to the underside of her jaw as his hand then brushed feather-softly between her legs, and that was what finally did the trick. She awoke with a gasp, eyes flying open and body jerking at the contact, and Bucky chuckled and grinned widely as he lifted his head and looked into her bewildered eyes. He didn't move his hand.
"Hey, sweetheart," he drawled, and Summer smiled and giggled while she blinked and her brain tried to adjust to being awake and what he'd been doing as she slept.
"Oh my gosh," she muttered with a huge smile, hands automatically going to his shoulders and then his hair. "Holy crap. You wake girls up like this all the time?"
He shook his head, lazily moving his fingers against her and making her breath hitch. "You're the first."
She closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath, grip on his hair tightening as he continued to toy with her. She squirmed pleasantly under his soft touch and sighed when he dropped his head back down, kissing over the little bruises on her neck and teasing his tongue over what he knew by now was one of her most sensitive spots. "I thought I was dreaming."
He chuckled against her skin, murmuring, "Good dream?"
"Really really good dream," she replied with a sleepy smile just before he lifted his head and smiled back before sweetly kissing her lips.
Then, after he pulled away from the kiss, he removed his fingers and then said lowly, "I can make it better." Then he kissed her neck, trailing his lips down her throat and then to her collarbone, his hand bringing down the sheet over her more and more the lower he went, and once his intent became more than clear, Summer bit her lip and watched him as he made his way down.
Keeping with the theme of the lazy, slow morning, he took his time getting to where he wanted to go. He spent a few moments focused solely on her breasts, his attention there making Summer nearly writhe with need already, and he knew he had her just where he wanted her by the time he managed to tear himself away and rained kisses down her belly. By then the sheet was down somewhere near their knees, and to Bucky's surprise, she hesitated to open her legs for him when he gently pushed on one of her inner thighs and moved to settle down between them.
He looked up and shot her a quizzical look. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she immediately replied, though the blush on her cheeks and the way that she chewed her lip said otherwise. "It's just... uh..."
"I've done this to you a lot," he noted with a grin, not mentioning that he knew the exact number of times in his head. This time would make seven, even though they'd only hooked up four separate times. "Why get shy on me now?"
"Well, because... it's... morning, and... the room's kinda... bright. Brighter than usual," she admitted, smiling nervously and blushing so brightly her face felt like it was on fire.
Bucky tilted his head just slightly and gave her a knowing look. She cringed a little, wishing she hadn't said anything, but it was too late now and he wasn't going to let this go without making sure that she knew she had nothing to be worried about.
"Summer," he said in a low purr, taking her legs and slowly spreading them, maintaining eye contact as he did, "you're beautiful. Everywhere, all of you. Every part of you is fucking gorgeous, and you should know by now that seeing you in the daylight's only gonna make me want you more."
She couldn't even express the way that he made her feel when he said things like that. Truthfully, he had been working wonders for her self esteem since the day she met him, and this morning in particular was no different.
"Trust me," he told her, dropping a kiss to her inner thigh and then another, inching his way up. "I love this."
Then his mouth was on her, proving his words beyond a shadow of a doubt, and Summer's self-consciousness flew out the window. She suddenly had much, much better things to focus on, like how good Bucky was with his mouth and the little sounds of appreciation and enjoyment that he made as he slowly began to take her apart. He was lazy about it, savoring it and letting it build and build until she was gasping and moaning, holding her own hair with one hand and covering one of his as it tightly gripped her thigh and held her still as he devoured her. Then when her end finally hit her, it felt like it lasted forever and came in waves that had her seeing stars and possibly waking the neighbors with the sounds that flew out of her mouth.
It was definitely one hell of a way to wake up, that was for sure. Summer wouldn't have minded getting used to it, but she knew better than to get her hopes up for that.
Bucky let her have a few moments to breathe after she came down, letting his mouth wander along her hip and lower stomach, almost excruciatingly slowly making his way back up. He was starved for attention himself, aching and all worked up from watching and feeling Summer fall apart, and when his lips finally touched Summer's again, she welcomed him with a hungry kiss of her own and her legs wrapping around his hips and pulling him down against her.
He groaned into her mouth and ground against her slowly, their bodies sliding hotly together in a way that was starting to feel like second nature. They kissed deeply and hungrily, not a word passing between them as Summer shifted her hips and pushed up against him in an open invitation. He took it for what it was, not even breaking their kiss as he slid inside of her and found some of the relief that he'd desperately needed.
She sighed and he moaned, both of the sounds mingling between their slightly open mouths as they breathed against each other's lips. Bucky started moving slowly, just as lazily as he had approached everything else that morning, and it was just what they had both wanted. His thrusts were slow and measured, and he could feel every inch of her and her warmth as it surrounded him, the heat between them drowning out the rest of the world and everyone else in it. There was only them and only those sweet, languid moments, and they dragged it out for as long as they could.
Summer made a soft sound of surprise when Bucky flipped them over, looking up at her with passion clouding his blue eyes and his hands grasping her hips, urging her to move. She didn't hesitate to oblige, sitting straight up and giving him a view that almost made him lose his mind right then. The sunlight hit her body and her messy dark hair and made her look like nothing short of a goddess in his eyes, riding him until her thighs began to ache and she laid down on top of him, kissing him and continuing to ride him like that until they both felt themselves nearing the end.
Chest to chest and tongues entwined like they had been made for each other, Bucky held her with one arm around her back and the other on her hip, meeting each rock of her hips with an equally needy one of his own. Summer broke the kiss only when she felt his fingers digging harshly into her skin, a telltale sign of how close he was, and then she picked up the pace and held on just long enough to watch him fall apart first. It was always a thing of beauty to watch, his eyes falling shut and brows furrowing slightly, lips parting and breath rushing out in a quiet but deep gasp just before a low, rough moan would follow. His body would tighten and then shudder in sync with his breaths as it all washed over him, and Summer didn't think she'd ever not be awed by his beauty in those completely unguarded moments. It was always enough to push her over the edge with him, and that time was no exception.
After, they laid there still tangled up in one another, bodies damp with sweat and still catching their breaths in each other's arms. Summer laid draped over him, her eyes closed and body exhausted all over again as he traced soft lines up and down her spine. It was soothing and sweet, and if Summer was being honest, she could have stayed like that forever and been happy. She loved the way that she felt with him - safe, desired, worthy of being treated as well as he treated her - and though their relationship thus far was the very definition of casual, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if they dated for real.
Her thoughts put her in quite the pickle, then, when Bucky asked her, "What are you thinking about?"
She opened her eyes and smiled to herself, not even considering being honest. "Just... stuff."
"Stuff?" he grinned, eyes still closed.
"Stuff... stuff and things," she replied, barely stifling a giggle.
Bucky laughed, and she felt the rumble in his chest against her skin. "You kill zombies in your spare time?"
"All the time," she nodded. "Don't judge my double life."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Bucky replied, still wearing a half grin. "In my free time I moonlight as a super secret assassin, so you know, I don't judge."
Summer burst into giggles as soon as those words left his mouth. "You, an assassin?"
"I'm very feared," he nodded, trying to keep a straight face but failing. "Very prolific. I may have even killed JFK."
"... That would make you like... what... 70? 80? At least?" Summer giggled.
"Yeah, well, see, I'm so badass they... scientifically... preserve me," Bucky shrugged.
"How? And why? Because young and hot assassins are better than old wrinkly ones?"
Bucky paused and then chuckled, "I don't know. Stop asking so many questions. It's top secret."
"Oh, right, right, my bad," Summer smiled, moving so that her chin was propped up on his chest and she could look up at him. He smiled down at her and she smiled back, and after a brief burst of courage, she said, "So, question."
"What?" he grinned, honestly having no idea what to expect. He tucked a stray dark lock of hair behind her ear, loving how easy it felt to be with her like this and how comfortable it was.
"Well, I was gonna ask you last night, but then I got... distracted..."
His lips curled up into a rather self-satisfying grin. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," she admitted, glancing down shyly. "But... anyway, so. New Year's, 2014."
Bucky immediately groaned and closed his eyes. "Fuck. I knew you were gonna ask about that sooner or later."
She smiled wider and slid off of him, curling up at his side instead of laying directly on top of him. He shifted to face her, her head cradled comfortably on his arm, and she said, "You might as well just spill it. If you don't, Loki will."
Bucky rolled his eyes. "He'd enjoy that way too much. Fine. I'll tell you."
She smiled with glee. "Yay!"
He sighed and replied, "It's really not that big of a deal... he just likes to make it sound that way."
"I'll be the judge of that. Now tell me before I explode and die from anticipation."
He chuckled and nodded, bringing the memories to the forefront of his mind and starting off with, "It wasn't the first time we got hired together. We'd done maybe... I don't know, three or four jobs together before this happened. So we were both pretty comfortable with everything, but this woman was... well, she was different from the clients we'd taken before."
It was New Year's Eve, December 31, 2014, and the party was insane. In fact, Bucky was fairly sure that this one might take the cake for craziest party of his life, and that was saying something for a guy who'd gone to college with Loki.
Unlike those experiences, this time the insanity was for a job. It was all business, and one of the perks of being in the business that both Bucky and Loki were in was occasionally getting to party it up well in advance of their duties and get paid to do it. That was exactly the case that night, and he was definitely having a good time.
Honestly, Bucky didn't know why more guys didn't do this job. Especially on nights like these.
"I haven't been this drunk in forever," Bucky admitted to Loki, yelling over the music after they'd just downed their latest round of shots. "I feel great."
"Pace yourself," Loki warned him with a grin. "I don't need you throwing up on our client once the night really gets started."
Bucky scoffed and replied, "Please. I haven't puked since freshman year."
Loki hummed and then watched as Bucky nicked a bottle of vodka that someone left sitting nearby and poured them both more. Then he glanced across the room, paused, and leaned in closer to Bucky to say, "She's over there with her friends."
Bucky followed Loki's gaze to the woman in question, and he watched for a moment as she laughed and took a few drinks herself. Her name was Kate and she was in her late thirties, and she was rather wealthy and also very single. She was blonde and fit and attractive enough to never have to pay for sex, and yet she'd hired both Loki and Bucky for the night. She invited them to the party beforehand and had treated them like guests of honor all night in between undressing them both with her eyes and clearly growing ever more excited to get them alone.
"She told me something a little while ago, while you were wandering around looking for a bathroom," Loki told him next.
"What?" Bucky asked, raising the shot glass to his lips.
Loki grinned at him and casually replied, "Apparently, she considers herself to be quite the little dominatrix, and she also mentioned how much she likes to watch first and join in later."
Bucky paused just before he would have tipped the glass back and drained it. He looked at Loki and then sighed, "I should have known."
"Oh don't look so glum," Loki rolled his eyes. "Have I ever not made sure you thoroughly enjoyed yourself every time we've been hired together?"
Bucky would later blame it on the alcohol, but he actually blushed a little and looked away. His eyes landed back on Kate, who was now looking their way as well, and Loki noticed this and decided to take advantage of it by leaning in even closer to Bucky, so close that his lips grazed Bucky's ear and his breath felt hot on his neck. Glancing at Kate and then focusing entirely on Bucky, Loki then said in an unfairly seductive and dark tone in his ear, "Act however you wish, James, but don't delude yourself - I know exactly how much you enjoy my attention. You can act like its only for show, for the sake of the clients, but we both know you're not nearly as good of a liar as I am."
Bucky's face becoming embarrassingly flushed and his heartbeat betraying him by speeding up in his chest, he clenched his jaw and noticed that they had Kate's full attention. Loki deliberately lingered where he was before slowly drawing back and glancing her way next. He raised an eyebrow at her as if to ask when they were going to get started, and she shot them both a rather suggestive grin and then began making her excuses to her friends.
"There," Loki said triumphantly. "Are you ready?"
Bucky finally threw back what ended up being his last shot of the night, and then he replied, "Let's do it."
Deep down, he knew that Loki was right. He was going to enjoy every minute of what was coming and he actually couldn't wait for it.
He would have owned up to it and just told Loki if it wouldn't have only served to further inflate his ego. But he knew that's all it would do, so he kept his mouth shut as per usual and got ready to go to work.
It was already the new year by the time the three of them were headed to their hotel room.
Kate took them to a nice and rather spacious hotel room, and at first, the night went as most of their jobs did. A bit of talking, a bit of ground rules, and then finally getting started. She began things the way that a lot of their women did - shedding her dress to reveal stunning and expensive lingerie, and then kissing both Bucky and Loki to get her first little taste of them.
She, however, was not most women. Rather than draw them into bed with her and place herself in what was essentially a sandwich between them, which was what they were used to, she pushed them both down on to the bed next to each other alone and told them with a grin, "Put on a show for me."
She cupped Bucky's chin as she said this, and he lowered his head and dropped a soft kiss to the center of her palm. She looked at him with surprise and amusement, and when he lifted his head back up and met her gaze, she asked, "You're not usually submissive like this, are you?"
He shook his head. "No. But I can be whatever you want me to be."
She grinned and then turned to Loki, running a hand through his hair. "And you?"
"I prefer to be in control nearly always," he replied, raking his eyes over her body in a way that was designed to make her feel like she was incredibly desirable. It was successful.
She tilted her head a bit, smiling at him and then looking at Bucky, the wheels in her head turning. Then she told him, "I want you to do everything Loki tells you to do."
"Yes, ma'am," Bucky replied instantly, slipping into the role of a submissive rather easily. It was okay, however, because he trusted Loki, and trust was absolutely essentially in a situation like this. He probably couldn't have done it with anyone else, certainly not anyone else he was acquainted with in his line of work.
"And you," she told Loki, "can control him and make him do anything you want, but you both answer to me. So be good and give me a nice, long show, okay?"
They both nodded, and she shot them one last little devious grin before settling herself down in a nearby chair that gave her a perfect view of them. That was when Bucky, blood still hot from the alcohol and head pleasantly fuzzy, turned to Loki and gave him a look that all but begged for his touch. His eyes said what his words wouldn't, and Loki knew this as he leaned forward and placed two long fingers under Bucky's chin to tilt his head up.
"Do you want this?" Loki asked, lips less than an inch from Bucky's own.
Bucky nodded. "Yes."
Loki raised an eyebrow. "Yes what?"
Bucky stared at him for a moment before it clicked in his head what he was supposed to say. He blinked and then replied, "Yes sir."
Loki would have been lying if he had said that a jolt of excitement didn't immediately shoot through his veins the minute the word left his friend's mouth. He let out a breath that was also a faint groan and then kissed Bucky, hardly for the first time ever but for the first time that night.
Despite Bucky's outward behavior earlier that night, he almost immediately sunk into the kiss and let go of whatever supposed objections he was trying to pretend existed. The truth of the matter was, while Bucky had kissed quite a few women in his lifetime, Loki was the only man that he had ever kissed or had ever even wanted to kiss. He didn't think that he was an equal opportunity lover the way that Loki himself was, but when it came to Loki and what they did for a living and the sort of stuff that came with the territory every so often... well, he certainly didn't have to pretend to enjoy himself. Loki could, to put it bluntly, get him hard and aching in a matter of seconds, and Bucky had ceased trying to question it or make sense of it long ago.
Loki kissed him slowly at first, purely for the sake of the show he was trying to put on for their client. He teased Bucky with soft, gentle kisses that weren't nearly enough and almost cruel that way, but it was for a purpose. It coaxed Bucky into kissing him back harder, trying to take what he wanted, and that was exactly what Loki had hoped he would do. He was trying to show exactly how much Bucky was already into this, whether for Kate or Bucky's sake, he couldn't be sure.
Either way, it didn't stop Bucky from bringing both hands up to cup Loki's face and just slightly tilting his head as he kissed Loki again. This time Loki parted his lips and the woman watching them could see the moment their tongues touched, the slide of them together making both men groan and Loki lose his patience. They kissed deeply and increasingly furiously as the moments dragged on, Bucky's hands in his hair and wandering elsewhere while Loki started quietly but efficiently undoing the buttons of Bucky's shirt. Bucky barely even noticed.
Loki broke the kiss to push Bucky's shirt off of his shoulders, and once it was off and on the floor, Bucky looked at him with his blue eyes full of heat and desire that he'd claim Loki imagined the next day. Loki let his eyes drop and drag slowly up and down Bucky's now half-naked body, and then he looked him in the eye again and told him, "Stand up and strip. Then undress me."
Bucky didn't hesitate to comply. He never did, Loki thought, briefly thinking back to the times they'd done things like this before. As Bucky stripped off the rest of his clothes - maintaining eye contact all the while - Loki wondered just how far Bucky would let himself be pushed tonight. He was not naturally submissive, but between the alcohol and arousal and Bucky's commitment to making sure every client walked away completely satisfied, Loki had a feeling that Bucky would fit the role quite beautifully.
That was confirmed the moment that Bucky, now naked, glanced back at Kate before turning to Loki and stepping closer to him. He put his hands on Loki's knees and then knelt down between them, the sight of Bucky naked with his knees on the floor between his legs almost making Loki moan right there on the spot. He knew right then at that moment what he wanted from Bucky that night, but it wasn't quite time for that yet.
Bucky looked Loki in the eye as he undressed him. He started with his shirt, carefully and almost maddeningly slowly opening each button with fingers that worked surprisingly well for how intoxicated he was. Once the shirt was halfway open, Bucky leaned forward and pressed his lips just under Loki's throat, kissing down lower with each new inch of skin that he exposed. He stopped just above Loki's navel, which was when he pulled the shirt off and let it fall to the floor. Then he leaned up and kissed Loki on the lips again, but only for a moment before dropping back down fully on both knees and bringing his hands to Loki's belt.
"You make quite a sight like this," Loki told him, voice low and smooth as velvet as he reached down cupped Bucky's jaw. "I always knew how pretty you'd look on your knees for me."
Bucky stared back at him in a way that was probably meant to be either annoyed or deadpan but instead came off as simply more heated and needy. Belt undone, Bucky opened the button of his pants as Loki ran his thumb along his lower lip. Bucky then softly kissed the pad of his thumb, still looking Loki in the eye, and Loki suddenly had an idea.
He brought two fingers to Bucky's mouth, brushing the tips of them against his lips before Loki murmured, "Suck."
Bucky's eyes flashed in a way that said I know exactly what you're up to, but he did exactly as he was told and parted his lips to pull those long, graceful fingers into his mouth. He pulled the rest of Loki's clothes down his legs as he gently sucked, closing his eyes for a few seconds and letting his tongue flick against the fingers as if they were something else entirely. Then, because he knew how to put on a damn good show and he was a maddening little jerk, Bucky moaned softly and then opened his eyes to look Loki in the eye again. Loki stared at him like he was ready to utterly devour him.
Clothes off and patience officially gone, Loki groaned and withdrew his fingers before leaning forward and capturing Bucky's lips in a kiss that they both desperately needed. It was always an interesting contrast when they kissed, between Loki's precision and skill and Bucky's slightly sloppy, consuming way that he kissed, but it all came together in a spectacular collision every time it happened. This time was no different, maybe even better than before thanks to their positions and how much they were enjoying giving their client what she wanted.
"Look at you like this," Loki said when their kiss finally broke, admiring Bucky with heated green eyes and his fingers under his chin to keep his head tipped up. "Blushing and on your knees for me. You enjoy being mine to command, don't you?"
"Yes sir," Bucky obediently replied, and Loki didn't think for a moment that he was only saying it for the sake of the show.
"Do you want me to touch you? I can see how badly you need it," he said next, eyes dropping down lower between them.
"Please, sir," Bucky all but groaned, and if Loki hadn't been the committed bastard that he was, might have given Bucky what he wanted. But it wasn't time for that yet.
"I will," Loki assured him, running his fingers though Bucky's hair and letting them trail down the back of his neck. "Believe me, I will. But you're my plaything right now, yes?" Bucky's eyes flashed again but he nodded anyway, and Loki went on, "I can tell how much you're enjoying this. You didn't think you would, but you are. And you make a beautiful sub, you truly do."
"Thank you, sir," Bucky said, a little lopsided grin on his face.
Then Loki was again touching Bucky's mouth, which if he was honest, he had always admired from the moment they'd met. The shape, color, and softness of his lips made them a pleasure to look at and imagine in certain filthy situations, one of which Loki currently wanted so badly he hoped against hope that Bucky would play along and go with it. There was the chance that he wouldn't, but... Loki doubted that.
"Your mouth is utterly sinful," Loki told him, tracing his lower lip as Bucky continued to stare up at him. "Your lips are almost as soft as a woman's. Almost."
"Where do you want my lips?" Bucky asked, giving Loki's finger a soft, playful little nip. Then he said in a soft, deliberately sweet voice, "Tell me what to do, sir."
Loki nearly lost his breath. Bucky was playing the game entirely too well.
"You like taking my orders?" Loki asked, taking one of Bucky's hands that had been planted on the bed next to Loki's hips. He placed the hand in his lap, right on top of his arousal, and Bucky immediately curled his hand around him and nodded. Bucky moved his hand up and down once, and it was enough to make Loki shudder as he groaned, "What a good little soldier you are."
Bucky grinned, continuing to work his hand and watch as Loki's breaths grew slowly heavier. After a moment or two, Bucky looked down and watched his own hand, something coming over him in that moment that gave him the idea to do what he did next. The first time Loki's eyes fell closed, Bucky leaned forward and licked him - just a little bit, more out of curiosity than anything - and just like that, Loki suddenly jerked with pleasure and surprise, and he grabbed Bucky by his hair and didn't let him pull away.
"Don't even think about it," Loki warned him, pointedly pushing his head closer to what Bucky still had a tight grip on. With their eyes locked, Loki told him, "Do it."
"Yes, sir," Bucky said breathlessly before giving in and doing exactly as he was told. He'd never done this before and he couldn't believe he was doing it now, but a part of him wanted to and all of him wanted to see Loki fall apart and know that it was his mouth that had made it happen. And now wasn't the time to question such a thing.
Eager as he was, he took Loki slowly into his mouth and took his time adjusting to what he was doing. Despite his inexperience, he knew what he liked and what his favorite techniques and tricks were, so he didn't worry about doing poorly or not being good enough. He was a man, after all. He knew exactly what felt best for a man, but that didn't mean that he wasn't going to take his time and ensure success. Besides, Loki had even more experience than Bucky did - with both men and women - and Bucky didn't want to disappoint.
So he started slow. He consciously relaxed his throat as best he could and with each slide of his mouth, he took the other man in a little deeper and picked up the pace. What he couldn't take in he worked with his hand, and after a moment or two of getting the hang of doing what he was doing, he drew back a bit and looked up at Loki's face.
Loki was watching him intently, breathing through his mouth and trying to maintain his self-control. When their eyes met, Bucky took it as an opportunity to take his mouth off of Loki entirely and let his tongue and hand do the work for a moment. That provided Loki with a sight that he was quite sure he could never forget.
Taking a moment to lick his slightly reddened and already swollen lips, Bucky looked up at Loki with false innocence and asked, "Am I being good, sir?"
"You're being perfect," Loki told him, giving his head another gentle nudge. "More."
Bucky obediently complied, and he dropped the slow, teasing act. This time he took Loki in as far as he could take him, and he quickly worked out a rhythm that made Loki groan aloud and have to physically restrain himself from pushing and thrusting up into Bucky's throat. He didn't want to overwhelm him or choke him but he could hardly control himself, and that was saying something for a man of Loki's almost impeccable self-control.
The faster Bucky's head moved up and down, the more Loki moaned and the harder he breathed. Their client watched in awe as Loki's head tipped back, eyes closed and fingers buried in Bucky's short dark hair, a rough groan leaving his lips just before Bucky unexpectedly pulled away and looked up at him again.
Loki's head snapped back up and he was about to order the other man back to work when Bucky unexpectedly and breathlessly asked him, "Can I touch myself?"
... Loki couldn't possibly be mad at the interruption when Bucky asked him so very nicely and almost desperately for such a thing. "Yes," Loki nodded, and Bucky's unoccupied hand immediately went to himself as he let out a grateful, needy groan of his own. Loki watched him for a moment, the rock of Bucky's arm and the furrow of his brow as he gave himself some relief, and then Bucky licked his lips and dropped his head back down and made Loki nearly gasp at the new and almost ruthless onslaught of pleasure that he was suddenly being bombarded with.
After that, Bucky fell back into a rhythm that pleased them both, touching himself as he gave his mouth and jaw the workout of his life. It reminded Loki of the way he kissed - deep and hot and just the right amount of sloppy - and Loki could barely stand it. He couldn't hold himself back anymore, rocking up just enough to let himself move before he lost his mind. Bucky let him, going with it and moving both his mouth and his hand faster, both of his rhythms still perfectly in sync and increasingly chaotic as the seconds passed in a haze of pleasure and unexpected - or perhaps fully expected - passion.
Bucky moaned around the other man, his own hand moving quicker and quicker up and down himself, and his moan became a muffled and broken cry when Loki pulled hard on his hair in response to a particularly strong wave of pleasure that wracked through his very bones. Loki could feel himself nearing the edge, knowing he wouldn't last much longer, and he became a mess of uncontrollable noises as he attempted to warn his friend.
"I'm... Bucky, I'm -"
Bucky understood his meaning, and he responded only by moving faster and not daring to break his rhythm. He was so far gone in so many ways and he simply didn't care anymore, and to come this far without seeing it through to the end seemed like a ridiculous waste of time and effort. So he took his hand off of himself and put both hands on Loki's hips to hold him as still as possible while also assuring him that he was not going to finish some other way.
Almost as soon as Bucky clutched him like that, Loki gave in and stopped trying to fight it. Still holding Bucky's hair in a grip so tight he knew that it hurt, Loki looked down and watched his friend's head bob up and down and listened to the obscene and filthy sounds coming from his wet mouth, and that was when it all finally hit him like a tidal wave breaking over his head. He fell apart with a loud, desperate, and deliciously satisfied moan that almost sent Bucky over the edge as well, all the while holding Bucky's head close in an iron grip and not letting him move as incredible relief washed over every nerve ending in his body.
Bucky had thought he was prepared for that moment, but he wasn't. He choked and sputtered a little until his brain caught up with the rest of him, and after a haphazard and almost embarrassingly loud gulp or two, Loki's grip on his hair relaxed along with the rest of his body, and Bucky pulled away with a gasp as he sucked in a huge breath of air. Slightly exhausted and jaw aching - and his throat possibly a bit sore - Bucky dropped his cheek on Loki's thigh and tried to catch his breath.
Bucky opened his eyes just before Loki did, which allowed him to catch a few seconds of Loki leaning back on his elbows, eyes shut and chest heaving up and down in pure satisfaction. Then Loki opened his eyes and caught other man's gaze, at which point Bucky reached up to a corner of his mouth to wipe away a few drops that he hadn't managed to swallow before it could drip down and off of his face. Bucky maintained eye contact as he then put his thumb to his lips and sucked it off, and the way that Loki looked at him as he did it made Bucky almost want to whimper.
Maybe he'd be embarrassed in the morning - probably not, though - but either way, he didn't care. At the moment, he felt nothing but pride for the limp, satisfied mess that he had reduced Loki to.
After that dirty little display, Loki took a deep breath and brought his hand back to Bucky's hair, stroking lazily through the short strands as he exhaled and murmured, "Good boy."
Bucky grinned and closed his eyes, all but nuzzling into his hand. "Thank you, sir."
Across from the bed, their client was more than ready to join in and get her money's worth. Loki would be ready for more in a bit, and Bucky was desperate to find some relief of his own, and he knew that it would come soon once she stood up and made her way over to the bed.
The night was far from over, but the part that would stand out most vividly in both men's memories was. Just another perk of the job, Bucky supposed.
Summer was dumbfounded, bewildered, and now incredibly turned on all over again.
She uttered the only words that she could think of at a moment like that. "Holy fricking frick on a motherfricking stick."
Bucky laughed, possibly a little flushed from retelling the story - though he'd insist that he wasn't - and he shrugged, "Like I said, it's not actually that huge of a deal, but..."
She shook her head. "No... no, yes it is. It's a really big fricking deal because that's like the hottest story I've ever heard."
"Really?" he asked, arching a brow, smile lingering on his face.
"Yeah, I, uh... I'm pretty sure I just flooded the bed," she replied, immediately cringing despite the truth of her statement. "I mean, like... you're both so hot and just... oh my gosh, I can't even..."
He honestly loved how flustered and affected she was. "That good, huh?"
"Definitely," she swallowed, widening her eyes for emphasis. Then about a thousand questions began flooding through her mind. "So are you... do you, um... y'know... play for both teams, or..."
He laughed at her somewhat ridiculous way of asking that question. "No."
She eyed him skeptically. "Really? 'Cause... straight guys don't really... give other guys blow jobs, even for work, I'd imagine, so..."
"Well... true, but," he shrugged and gestured with a wave of his hand, "in general, I'm only attracted to women."
"In general?" she smiled.
"Yeah. He's the only guy I've ever... done anything with, or wanted to," he replied. "I honestly don't even know why. I think it's just... him. He's got such a... sexual energy about him, and... yeah. I mean, it's not like I wanna fuck around with him every time I see him, it's not like that. But under the right circumstances, yeah."
"So... you're only gay for Loki," Summer surmised.
Bucky thought for a moment before laughing softly. "Yeah, I guess so."
She laughed with him. "I mean, I'm not asking you because it would bother me if you were into guys too, 'cause it wouldn't, but I'm just insanely curious."
"No, it's fine," he assured her. "Ask anything you want."
Well, so long as he was offering... "Did he, um... return the favor?"
"No, actually," Bucky replied. "See, right after that the focus shifted to the client, so... he was too busy to worry about that. And now it's like the world's most annoying running joke. He constantly offers to 'repay' me, like seriously at least once a month he asks and it's obnoxious."
Summer stared at him in confusion. "... Why not just... take him up on that? I mean... I would."
Bucky chuckled before shrugging. "Then I'd have to listen to him gloat about how much I liked it and how hard he made me come and frankly, he's already got enough shit to torture me with. I don't need to add to the list."
Summer's head was spinning with absolutely filthy thoughts, and she felt as if she might pass out from the sheer filth of it all. "... What list? What else have you done together?"
"... Well I told you, we've been hired together somewhat frequently, so... you can imagine."
"I don't want to imagine, I want you to tell me," she giggled, hiding behind her hand for a moment. "Ever hooked up with him outside of work?"
Bucky shook his head, thoroughly amused by how much she was enjoying hearing all of this. "Nah. Unless you count this one time our client fell asleep, and I don't because... I don't know, I just don't."
Summer's eyes widened. "Tell me."
Bucky rolled his eyes and pretended to begrudgingly give in, even though he had no problem doing so. "All right, so, we literally fucked this poor girl into a coma, basically. She was younger but really rich, an heiress, I think, and she really got her money's worth, I can tell you that. But she just literally passed out right after he got done with her, and I hadn't actually finished yet. So I just figured I'd get up and go jump in the shower and take care of myself."
Summer gulped. Honestly, the mental image of him doing just that in the shower was almost as enticing as the other thoughts he'd filled her mind with. "... And?"
Bucky hesitated only for a fraction of a second before telling her the rest of the story.
The hot water spraying down from the large showerhead felt incredible after Bucky's rather long and tiring night, running over tense muscles and already-heated skin, but he was far too preoccupied by something else to notice quite how good it felt. There was a much more concerning and consuming ache that he needed to alleviate, and barely two minutes after he'd slipped under the water, his focus was already entirely upon that and that alone.
He knew it wouldn't take long, not after the night he'd had. The client had been young and pretty and filthier than even the tabloids depicted, but in a good way, and the three of them had all but demolished the hotel room she'd rented out for them. Now she was asleep and Loki was tucking her in, and Bucky's sole focus was on quelling the fire within before it became painful, and not in a good way.
He leaned his head back, one palm on the tile to his left and the other wrapped around himself and working almost frantically, not caring for finesse or technique but just wanting - needing - relief. He had no shortage of mental images to work with, and he became so distracted by a few of them that he barely heard the shower door open and quiet footsteps approach from behind him.
But the sensation of a mouth on the back of his neck certainly caught his attention, making him let out an embarrassing noise of surprise and rip his hand off of himself. Loki quickly placed his hands on Bucky's shoulders, however, and assured him, "Relax, relax. It's only me."
Bucky cursed and turned enough to glare at the man over his shoulder. "The fuck are you doing?"
Loki trailed his eyes down his friend's wet body, lingering on his rather prominent and obvious arousal before replying, "Lending you a hand, if you'll let me."
Bucky stared dumbly at the other man as those words and his intent sunk in. Loki, in an attempt to very much simplify it all, turned Bucky around fully so that they faced each other and explained, "You worked far too hard tonight to be left wanting, left to tend to yourself in the shower afterward."
"... She was satisfied, that's all that matters," Bucky shrugged. "Not actually the first time I've had to do this."
"Well, I won't have it," Loki stated simply before putting a hand at the center of Bucky's chest and pushing him against the wall. Then Loki invaded his space, hand sliding down quite purposefully down from his chest as he leaned in closer and added, "Someone else's hand always feels better. We both know that."
Bucky was blushing now, all of this unexpected despite the contact both men had shared earlier in the night. They had kissed and touched each other here and there, but that had been for the job and this certainly wasn't. "You don't have to do this."
"Of course I don't have to," Loki chuckled. "I want to. Will you let me?"
Bucky stared at Loki with slight incredulity before Loki's hand brushed softly over him, and that one barely-there touch made him twitch and his entire body shudder a little.
"Oh, my," Loki marveled, doing it again a bit firmer and watching Bucky's eyes roll shut in pleasure. "Look how needy you are."
Bucky suddenly couldn't think of a single reason to deny what he was being offered. It wouldn't be the first time they screwed around, and he highly doubted it would make anything weird the next day. Even if it might have, however, the need that he felt eclipsed all of that, and that was what led him to take Loki's hand and put it more firmly on himself and then kiss him in the next breath. And Loki was all too happy to follow his lead.
Loki didn't tease him one bit, instead working him in a steady and firm rhythm as he kissed the hell out of Bucky and gave him everything he needed. Bucky buried his hand in Loki's wet hair and thrusted into his hand, finding it indeed much more satisfying of a touch than his own, and the way that Loki kissed him and touched him... it all made him throb even harder and reach his end all the more quickly.
He came with a slightly strangled and muffled moan against Loki's mouth, shuddering against the other man's body and spilling into his hand as sweet and blessed relief at last washed over him. Loki didn't stop kissing him or touching him just yet, stroking him through it until it was over and then letting the water rinse them both clean as he lazily kissed Bucky, not as deeply as before and more comfortingly than anything.
Once Bucky felt like he was back on the earth again, he pulled away from Loki's mouth and opened his eyes to find Loki looking both rather amused and also quite fond. Bucky wasn't sure what to do or say at that point, glancing down between them to check and see if Loki needed a turn next. He didn't, although Bucky had a feeling that he could probably get him ready again if he really tried to.
But he didn't. Instead he somewhat awkwardly smiled at Loki and said, "Thanks... I guess."
Loki kissed him one more time. "Anytime, darling."
Then they both laughed, got themselves together, and got out of the shower.
Summer was one more story away from cardiac arrest, that much she knew. Her poor heart and hormones could only take so much of this before she'd simply implode.
"I... just... wow. I'm... you're... my brain is just..."
Bucky chuckled at her lack of coherence, running his hand up and down her side. "Hey, you asked."
"And I'm glad I did," she said with wide eyes. "Like... wow. I wish I could have been there to hide behind a door and watch like a creeper."
That made him laugh. "Yeah? Like a 'creeper'?"
She nodded insistently. "A very creepy creeper. Like the kind who stands there and breathes heavily while they watch and maybe even breaks out a camera at some point." He tossed his head back slightly as he laughed at that one. It made her laugh as well, and then she added, "I'm like seriously wishing I was one of the lucky girls who got to have you both. Although I probably would have just sat there and wanted to watch you guys do stuff the whole time. Like a creeper."
"That's not being a creeper," he noted with an amused grin. "It's called having a kink. There's nothing wrong with that." Then he paused and asked curiously, "Ever had a threesome before?"
"Oh my gosh, no," she immediately shook her head. "Nope. Never had the chance to."
He nodded, making a mental note of that little fact and filing it away for later. "Ever kissed a girl?"
She shook her head even faster that time, giggling, "Oh man, nope, never. My history is... very... very boring compared to yours."
He shrugged her off, his hand still wandering all the while and currently sliding along the side of her breast. "Well, considering what I do for a living, that's only natural. And you're so shy at first... it makes sense why your history isn't the wildest. And that's okay. Don't ever let anyone make you feel bad for that."
"I won't," she smiled. "Just like you shouldn't ever let anyone judge you for your history." His expression faltered slightly, but that didn't surprise her. She lifted her hand to his cheek and told him, "Seriously, don't."
"I usually don't," he assured her, nodding. "I only care about what the people important to me think."
"Good," Summer replied softly. "Because you're amazing, you really are. In a lot of ways."
That made him smile. It was a real, genuine one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners, and it always made her heart soar whenever she saw one of those.
That was when she kissed him again, softly this time and sweetly, and Bucky held her close as their lips moved against each other. They kissed like that for a few minutes, both of them smiling when they pulled away and looked upon each other.
Summer knew that if she said nothing, if she kept her mouth shut, that he'd leave soon and she might not see him again for awhile. It was easier to say nothing, probably smarter too, but her heart overruled her head and she spoke before she could overthink it.
"So... one more question."
He smiled and raised his eyebrows with interest. "Shoot."
"Considering what you do for a living... are you opposed to dating? Like... not just one casual date here and there, but... dating?"
His expression suddenly grew a bit more serious, and he paused and searched her features before replying, "Well... I'm... well aware that most girls wouldn't want a relationship with an escort. It's not that I'm opposed exactly, but realistically... I don't expect to seriously date anyone while I'm doing this."
Trying to keep her heart from sinking, Summer then asked, "But... what if a girl really wanted to?"
Seeing through her line of questioning and understanding exactly where it was coming from, Bucky quietly replied, "Look... this job takes a lot of my time. I've gotta be available almost 24/7. I get calls in the afternoon, at night, one in the morning. I don't expect a girl to be okay with me constantly bailing on plans or leaving her in the middle of a date to go and have sex with some other woman across town."
Swallowing and trying to keep from letting her disappointment show on her face, Summer quietly answered with, "I get that. I really do. And you're right, but... what if... the girl was pretty sure that she could handle it, and thought that you were totally worth the risk?"
Bucky's expression grew soft and slightly pained. He stroked his thumb along her cheek and quietly replied, "You deserve better than what I could give you."
"You don't know that," she insisted. "I mean... I'm not saying that it would always be easy, but I just... I really really like you."
"I really like you too," he confessed with a small, genuine smile.
"And I'm not even saying that it has to be super serious or anything," she added. "It's just that... I really enjoyed last night and being out with you, talking and dancing and having fun, and... I've thought about it a lot, and I wanna give it a shot. A real shot."
He seemed to be in the midst of a great inner struggle, and he truly was. Everything in his head told him to tell her no, that this was a terrible idea and it would only end badly for them both, but his instincts told him a completely different story. He wanted her, and he wanted what she was proposing so badly that it took him by surprise when he realized just how badly he desired it.
"I know what I'm getting into," she assured him when he still seemed to be on the fence. "And I completely understand why you do what you do."
"I don't want to do it forever," he told her with a slight shake of his head. "I apply for stuff all the time but it's a nightmare trying to explain to interviewers why I haven't had a job in seven years."
"It's okay," she shrugged. "I understand. I really do."
He eyed her cautiously, finding it hard to believe her despite how sincere she obviously was. "You sure about this?"
"I'm sure that I want to try," she smiled. "And I know that I'll regret it forever if we don't."
The moment that passed between them felt like it lasted for ages. Bucky hesitated, his brain all but screaming that he was only going to end up hurting this beautiful, remarkable woman, but in the end, his heart won out.
"Okay."
Summer smiled brightly enough to almost light an entire city. "Okay?"
He nodded, mirroring her smile. "Yeah."
Her smile widened even more and she kissed him excitedly, having not expected their conversation to have turned out as it had. She had expected disappointment and to part ways as casual, occasional lovers, but now when they parted, it would be with the promise of new and unexpected chances on the horizon for them both.
They wasted some more time in bed, talking and playfully arguing about where to have their first real solo date and kissing whenever they felt like it. They only dragged themselves out of bed when Summer's phone buzzed with a lunch invite from Aemilia, at which point they realized that it was almost noon and that they'd wasted the entire morning in bed with each other.
It was some of the best wasted time either one of them had ever experienced.
Summer's eyes grew huge as Aemilia grinned a little sheepishly behind her glass of water, nonchalantly taking a sip despite the rather long and detailed story that she had just relayed to her best friend. All Summer could do was gape at her like a fish and fail at finding the proper words to respond with.
Eventually, Summer settled with, "How... like... how are you... I don't know... still alive after a night like that?"
Aemilia giggled softly and set down her water glass, a blush rising on her cheeks as she replied, "I'm not sure. Maybe I'm dead and I'm a ghost and I just haven't noticed yet?"
"Yeah, I think the chances of that are high," Summer said with wide eyes. "Holy frick. What was it like? How did you do it? The whole... dominating thing?"
"Well, I just... did it," Aemilia grinned. "I didn't think too much about what I was going to do. I just... went with it and what I wanted to do, I did."
Summer ran her fingers through her hair and let out a squeal of a choking sound, quietly enough to not alert other patrons at the little cafe that they were having lunch in. "Oh my gosh. That's... so hot. I could never do that."
Aemilia scoffed immediately. "Of course you could. You can do anything, Summer."
Summer shook her head insistently. "I wouldn't even have the slightest clue what to do with a guy if he was tied up and at my mercy. Like... I'd just end up drawing a blank and begging to switch places."
Aemilia rolled her eyes. "You would not. Besides, just imagine if it was Bucky who was submitting to you. I'm sure you could think of something."
Summer choked on absolutely nothing at the thought of that, blushing at the very vivid image that had just popped into her head. Still, she replied, "I don't know, I mean... we haven't done anything like that yet. He hasn't even tied me up. He's talked about it before - our first night - but yeah, so..."
"Well, give it some time," Aemilia grinned. "I'm sure you'll have chances to, ah... explore your options in the future."
"Actually, I do have some news there," Summer grinned.
"So do I, actually," Aemilia grinned back. "You go first."
Summer widened her eyes. "No, you! What is it? What happened?"
"Well," Aemilia smiled, "we talked for a bit last night, after we... finished, and... we have a date Friday night."
Summer's entire face lit up with glee. "A date? Like a real date? You guys are gonna be together together?"
Aemilia, looking just as gleeful, happily nodded back and said, "Yes! He was surprised that I want to date him and get to know him better, but... honestly, he is so incredibly brilliant and fascinating and I think it would be silly to not see where things may lead."
"I totally agree," Summer replied. "I think it's great. Like, the way that he looked at you last night... wow. It wasn't just a I want to rip your clothes off look, it was like... like nothing else in the world existed but you, and everything just... orbits you. It was amazing. It made me want to write about it."
Aemilia blushed a little. "... Did he really look at me like that?"
"Definitely," Summer assured her. "And you should have seen the way that he watched you during the show. I'm pretty sure that he thinks that you're the eighth wonder of the world."
"Oh my goodness... everything is so intense with him," Aemilia sighed, blushing yet again. "It should probably scare me, but it doesn't. It just... draws me in even more."
"I don't blame you," Summer replied. "I mean... I've never met anyone like him before."
"Neither have I," Aemilia said. "And nobody's made me feel the way that he does. I can hardly explain it. He just... makes me feel so... free and... alive."
Summer rested her face on both of her hands and smiled dreamily. "I'm so happy for you. Like, this is just so cool, seriously."
"It is," Aemilia smiled equally dreamily before suddenly remembering that Summer had news also. "Oh! So what happened? What's your news?"
Summer then grinned and replied, "Well, uh... actually... I kinda... have a date coming up, too."
Aemilia's eyes widened. "With Bucky?"
Summer nodded excitedly. "Yes! My news is basically exactly the same as yours."
Aemilia briefly covered her mouth with one hand as she freaked out a little bit. "This is insane! I can't believe it!" Then she dropped her hand and amended, "Well, I can believe it, because he's obviously beyond taken with you and you light up like a Christmas tree around him, but..."
Summer smiled excitedly and said, "Well, I had to kind of convince him that I actually wanted to date him. He didn't believe me at first and he was very convinced that no one would ever want to date him because of what he does, but... we had a good talk, and I mean, I don't know the future or what's gonna happen but I just really, really like him. And I think that we might be really good together."
"You should absolutely give it a shot," Aemilia agreed. "Maybe most women wouldn't want to date either him or Loki, but who cares? Plenty of people do worse for money. Frankly, I consider most of the men on Wall Street and in politics to be far more immoral, and yet nobody would judge either of us for dating a corporate businessman or politician."
"You're totally right," Summer agreed. "I mean, it's the world's oldest profession, right?"
"That's what they say," Aemilia grinned. "And they aren't working street corners. They're very safe and professional."
"It's about as classy as it can get," Summer agreed.
"Now," Aemilia sighed, "do I relish the thought of dating a man who's probably going to sleep with several other women each week? Obviously I don't like it, but I feel as if it would be ridiculous of me to write him off for that reason when I understand why he does what he does. I'm sure Bucky has very valid reasons, too."
Summer nodded. "He got into it to help pay for his friend's medical bills. Then he stuck with it to pay for his school, and he's almost done with his Master's now."
"See?" Aemilia waved slightly. "I think we should both just... keep open minds and see where it leads."
"Absolutely," Summer nodded resolutely. "Regardless of what people think."
"Precisely," Aemilia nodded.
Summer paused, hesitating before deciding to go ahead and drop the dreaded M-bomb. "Including your mother."
Aemilia, having been lifting her glass to her lips, suddenly lowered it back down slowly and glared at Summer. "My mother will hear nothing of this. I'm not even going to tell her that I'm dating anyone. Besides, she only calls once a week and she never comes to visit. It'll be easy to keep it from her."
"Hopefully," Summer nodded. "Or... she'll pick this year to finally get on a plane herself and visit you for once."
Aemilia's glare sharpened. "Don't place that kind of evil upon me, Summer. Don't even speak of something so horrid."
Summer grinned and shrugged. "Hey, I'm just saying."
"Well please, stop saying it," Aemilia replied. "Besides, if you and Bucky get serious enough, you'll have to tell your brother one day."
Now it was Summer's turn to widen her eyes in horror. "Oh God."
"Exactly," Aemilia laughed.
"... Let's just... keep it between us," Summer suggested. "And Nat. Maybe a few other friends, but like... yeah."
"I'm fine with that," Aemilia nodded. "The less commentary we have to endure, the better."
"Definitely," Summer agreed. "Besides, it's nobody's business but ours."
Aemilia nodded, then smiled at her friend and let out a sudden, adorable little giggle. "Can you believe this? Both of us suddenly dating these beautiful, incredible men, all because I hired you an escort for your birthday?"
Summer blushed and covered her face with her hands for a moment. "I know! Like seriously, best present ever."
"The gift that's kept on giving," Aemilia winked. "And giving."
"Oh he definitely has," Summer sighed, eyes glazing slightly as she gazed off into space. "I never knew a man could be so enthusiastic about... certain... things. Like... you know... mouth... things."
"Oh, some men definitely are," Aemilia grinned. "And it's about time we both find a few who are."
Summer half-choked and enthusiastically agreed, "Oh yeah. Because like... holy crap. I never knew it could be that good."
"I know what you mean," Aemilia sighed, leaning her chin on her hand. "I mean, I've had decent sex before and enjoyed other men, but... it's so incredibly different with Loki. Even the first night we met, it was as if we had this... connection almost instantly. And it sounds ridiculous when I say that, but it's the truth."
"It's not ridiculous at all!" Summer assured her. "On my birthday, when I met Bucky, you know how wound up and nervous I was."
"Like a crazed mouse," Aemilia nodded.
"Exactly. And even then, just as a stranger, he was able to calm me down and get me there over and over. Nobody else ever did that for me before. And it's only gotten better every time I've seen him. And he's just so... he's funny, he's like disgustingly smart. He's cute and when he smiles his eyes do this crinkle thing in the corners and it makes my heart like explode in my chest."
Aemilia giggled at her terminology. "I can't wait to get to know him better. You know, assuming all goes well, a bit down the line we should all go on a double date. Wouldn't it be fun?"
Summer's eyes widened and she all but gasped, "Oh my gosh, I didn't even think about that!"
"I've never been on one before," Aemilia admitted. "And they're rather close, I think they would be up for it."
"Oh, they definitely would," Summer blushed. "They're up for basically anything together."
Summer said those words with such an obviously suggestive overtone that Aemilia completely missed whatever it was she was hinting at. As Summer took a sip of water, she asked, "What do you mean?"
Summer then choked slightly and set her glass down. "You know," she wiggled her eyebrows, blushing harder and almost whispering. "They're... they've... done... a lot of, um... work... together."
Aemilia blinked. "Together?"
"... Loki never mentioned that?"
Aemilia shook her head. "I don't think so. What am I missing?"
Summer took a deep breath, mentally telling herself to just say the words and stop being such a pansy. "Well, let's just say they've been hired together for a lot of, um... threesomes and stuff, and... they... well, they've screwed around together a lot, so..."
Aemilia blinked. "Oh." She paused, and then more quietly and with a faint smirk, she added, "Oh."
"He told me stories last night," Summer confessed, face utterly on fire. "Stories about... showers and... uh..." In lieu of speaking the dreaded words, Summer looked around and then cautiously and very awkwardly mimed a blow job with her hand and mouth to get her message across.
Aemilia actually squeaked and giggled nervously, reaching across the table to bat Summer's hand down before someone noticed. "Dear God. Summer, you're going to get us kicked out!"
"I'm sorry!" Summer laughed back, past the point of blushing and now possibly having a stroke. "I just didn't want to say it. But yeah, so my point is, they are very very comfortable and... familiar with each other."
"That is... incredibly hot," Aemilia marveled, her mind getting away from her as she began to try to mentally picture the two men together. "Loki told me last night about a boyfriend he had in college, but he didn't mention anything about his and Bucky's adventures."
"Oh, so Loki's actually into guys in general," Summer surmised. "Bucky claims that he's literally only attracted to Loki as far as guys go."
"Really?" Aemilia raised an eyebrow. "Hmm... well, I don't doubt it. Loki is... Loki. He could likely make the straightest man alive become very confused at the very least."
"Exactly," Summer nodded. "Like, who wouldn't bang that?"
"Nobody in their right mind," Aemilia remarked. Then she leaned her head on her hand again and sighed. "What lucky women there are among us, who've had both him and Bucky at their service for a night."
"Right?!" Summer squeaked. "I mean, like... I'd be dead. I wouldn't survive. I can barely handle Bucky as it is. I'd never make it out alive."
"Well, you certainly wouldn't be able to walk straight for about a month," Aemilia grinned as Summer giggled at the implication. "I must ask Loki for these stories. He has a way with words, to put it mildly."
Remembering Loki's smooth, deep and almost otherworldly voice, Summer groaned and said, "I bet he does. You both probably do. I mean, between your voice and his, I don't even know which would be hotter. Maybe it's equal."
"Well, he did seem to quite enjoy it when my words became a bit filthy in the heat of the moment," Aemilia grinned, rather proud of herself.
Summer made a faint dying sound in the back of her throat. "Man, no fair. You and Loki and Bucky with your sexy dirty talk... I couldn't do it to save my life."
Aemilia rolled her eyes, but in an affectionate manner. "I'm going to start banning you from using the words 'I can't' in a sentence."
Summer shrugged. "Well, it's true."
"It's not," Aemilia insisted. "It's actually rather easy. And it's not as if I have this plethora of dirty-talking experience either, but as I understand it, it's not about trying to sound like some cheesy porn film but instead paying attention to the person you're with and playing on their desires with your words."
"Yeah, but..."
"For example," Aemilia interrupted, suddenly having an idea. "For conversation's sake, let's say we're lovers."
Summer's eyes popped wide open. "What?"
"We're lovers, and I want to tease you right now as we sit in this public place," Aemilia continued on, not even batting an eye as Summer continued to gape at her. Aemilia then ran her eyes over her friend, taking in the blush on her face and neck and the tension in her posture, and then she leaned a bit forward and made very direct and pointed eye contact as she said in a slightly lower tone, "I would tell you that the blush on your face and your throat is lovely, and that I can't wait to take you back to my place and get your clothes off so I can see just how far down your body I've made you blush."
Summer's mouth fell open in a wordless, useless state. She was genuinely speechless, and Aemilia simply smiled innocently and leaned back in her seat as she chirped, "See? It's easy."
Finally managing to find her voice after mentally flailing about for a few more seconds, Summer stuttered, "Well, that wasn't, like... uncomfortably hot or anything."
"I was only demonstrating," Aemilia teased, thoroughly enjoying how easily flustered Summer could get. "Sort of like how I would be if I told you that the way you're squirming in your seat right now makes me wonder how you'd squirm if I slipped my hand under the table and -"
"Oh my God, stop!" Summer squealed, scandalized. "Stop the dirty talk!"
"Why, darling?" Aemilia asked innocently, barely holding back an enormous wave of laughter about to break through. "Do you not like it? Or are you simply growing too wet and needy for me?"
Summer almost knocked everything off of the table in her sudden and erratic hand-waving movements as she whisper-screamed, "Fricking stop it before I die!"
That was when Aemilia gave in to the laughter and let it all out, gleefully exclaiming, "This is fun!"
"I'm glad you think it is," Summer muttered, shaking her head in an attempt to literally shake off the last few moments. "You're way too good at that."
"Am I?" Aemilia grinned. "I must use this to my advantage more often with Loki. And you should give it a try as well."
Summer rolled her eyes and shrugged, still blushing. "Look, I could try to practice on you right now, but literally all I'd be able to come up with is like... um..." She looked Aemilia over and then let her eyes linger on her chest as she said, "Your boobs are awesome."
Aemilia burst out laughing again. "That's not dirty talk!"
"I know!" Summer half-wailed. "I told you, I'm impossible."
"No, you just have to put your writer mind to work and be more verbal," Aemilia replied. "Again, imagine we're lovers."
Summer groaned. "Oh gosh, not again."
"We're lovers - new lovers - and you want to tell me exactly how distracting you find my rather impressive rack, for lack of a better term. Think of how you'd write it, and then say it out loud."
Summer squirmed again in her seat and kind of wanted to cry and run away, but she didn't and she went along with Aemilia's little "lesson" anyway. After quite a bit spent staring hilariously obviously at Aemilia's chest, Summer finally opened her mouth and muttered half-hysterically, "Ohmygosh, I can't do this!"
Aemilia laughed with her friend and sighed, "Well, with enough practice -"
"No, no more practice!" Summer laughed. "Look, I am perfectly happy being my awkward, weird self, and I'm more than happy to leave the dirty talking to you freaks of nature who can do it like it comes naturally."
"Fine," Aemilia chuckled, more quietly this time. "You know, I have to say that you are absolutely adorable when you're flustered."
"Bucky would agree with you," Summer nodded. "That's one thing I know for sure. Whenever I start word-vomiting or just... in general acting like an idiot, he just smiles and he doesn't treat me like I'm stupid or annoying. He just... likes me. It's so... weird."
"It shouldn't be," Aemilia replied. "All those other men you've dated were idiotic cavemen, and it's about time you found someone who treats you as you deserve to be treated."
"Yeah, well... it's all thanks to you," Summer smiled.
"And my meeting Loki was all thanks to you," Aemilia replied with a fond smile. "Who would have thought I'd one day owe the best sex of my life to my best friend."
"Same," Summer grinned. "But that makes us even better friends. Bonds us on a truly awesome level."
"Indeed," Aemilia smiled.
After taking a breath, Summer shook her head slightly and smiled, looking up at her best friend and remarking, "You know, for once, things are really starting to look pretty good."
Aemilia smiled and then raised her glass to Summer in a toast, telling her, "Well, here's to us, and to good getting even better."
"In every way possible, hopefully," Summer said before clinking her glass against her friend's. They both smiled and then each took sips of their water, both women excited and more than ready to see where these new opportunities and possibilities might lead now that they were both officially dating the men that they had met as clients.
Life certainly had funny ways of taking unexpected turns, and only time would tell just where their new roads would lead. All they knew for sure was that they would undoubtedly enjoy every last minute spent finding out.