Chapter Two – The Smutty Sequel part 1
Clint and Skye, by unspoken agreement, sat one on each side of Bucky, both close enough to touch. Skye laced her fingers into his human hand, feeling the occasional nervous twitch he gave as Coulson asked questions, but he answered each question carefully, thoughtfully, and as completely as he could. Coulson took notes, but he was recording the whole thing anyway and Skye knew he would later go back over it thoroughly.
As time wore on, Bucky seemed to grow tired. Coulson's questions were probing, testing the gaps that obviously existed in Bucky's memory. When Bucky pressed his fingers to his forehead in obvious pain, Clint stood up.
"That's enough for today, Coulson. Bucky's memory is still repairing itself. I know what you want to ask about; if he remembers more we'll let you know."
Coulson eyed Clint for a moment, and then, much to Skye's surprise, he nodded and got to his feet.
"Thank you very much for your co-operation, Sergeant Barnes."
Bucky gave him a tired smile and shook the offered hand. "You're welcome, sir. Just hope the information I gave you is useful."
"Very useful, I've no doubt. If – when you're cleared for action, I'd be honoured if you would assist my team on some of the missions we'll be setting up…"
Clint bared his teeth. "Oh, we'll be there, Coulson. I've a score to settle." His arm slid around Bucky's waist as he stood, and Skye saw the obvious deep affection between the two men as Bucky leaned into Clint's touch. Bucky turned to look at her then, holding his hand out, and Clint smiled at her.
"Uh," Skye said, looking a bit sheepishly at Coulson, "I don't suppose I could have a couple of days' leave, boss?"
Phil sighed, rubbed his eyes wearily and looked at the three of them. And then the corners of his mouth kicked up in a smirk. "I daresay the bed in your quarters would be a bit small for the three of you, hmm?"
"Sir!" Skye let out a shocked gasp, blushing bright red at Coulson making that sort of innuendo. Clint and Bucky both snickered.
"Get out, get out," Phil waved his hand. "It's Friday afternoon. I want her back at work at nine sharp Monday morning, Barton, is that clear?" He narrowed his eyes. "Here's my version of a shovel talk. If either of you ever hurt Skye, I've already hidden a lot of bodies. Two more won't make much difference."
It should have sounded silly and unthreatening from a man as innocuous-looking at Phil Coulson. And yet, Bucky absolutely believed him. And so did Clint. They both nodded soberly at him. Skye grabbed at Clint's free hand.
"Stop threatening my soulmates, AC, they're going to do their best to make me a very happy woman, aren't you boys?"
Both men quirked eyebrows at her, grinning, and Skye blushed red as she realised she was only contributing to the downhill slide of the conversation into the gutter. "Time to leave. I better go pack some stuff."
Coulson crooked a finger at Clint, who waved Skye and Bucky on ahead. "Where are you planning to go?"
"I daresay May won't be flying us back to the Tower?"
"I'd rather keep Skye close. We're in Virginia. Not far from Charlottesville. There's a fancy country house hotel about six miles away, Keswick Hall." Coulson slid a set of car keys across his desk. "S.H.I.E.L.D.'s budget doesn't stretch to much…"
"The Avengers' does," Clint couldn't quite resist flashing his Stark black credit card. "Thanks, Coulson." He picked up the car keys, then paused. "We'll take care of her. I'll book a suite with a couple of rooms, make sure she doesn't feel pushed into anything…"
Coulson held up both hands to stop him. "That's quite enough information, thank you, Barton, now get out of my office!"
Clint left, grinning. He found Bucky in the hallway, propping up the wall. "Where is she?"
Bucky jerked a thumb at the door opposite. "Packing a bag. A friend of hers turned up to help…"
Even through the closed door, Clint could hear girlish giggling. He rolled his eyes and grinned at Bucky. In their few days together, he'd discovered his soulmate had an instinct for pranking that rivalled his own. "Wanna give them a show?"
"What did you have in mind?" Bucky arched his eyebrows and grinned back, opening his arms willingly as Clint came closer and caged him against the wall with his arms. Clint edged Bucky's thighs apart with his knee and moved to stand between them, pressing against the other man, his smile widening further as he felt Bucky's arousal leap almost instantly against him.
"Skye!" Clint yelled over his shoulder, "c'mon, time to go!" And then he leaned in and kissed Bucky.
Bucky was lost in the kiss almost immediately. Goddamn but Clint kissed well; the man seemed to do everything well, but any time he touched Bucky – well, Bucky went up in flames. He couldn't help but run his hands over Clint, the thick, heavy muscles of his arms and shoulders, fisting his metal hand in the tight T-shirt at the small of Clint's back where his words entwined with Skye's, human hand running up into Clint's short blond hair. He moaned into Clint's mouth as Clint ground his lean hips against Bucky's arousal.
"I think I'm going to faint," an unfamiliar female voice said, "Skye, you are the luckiest bitch alive."
Clint broke the kiss, smiling smugly at Bucky's reaction, and they both looked around to find Skye staring at them open-mouthed, standing beside another woman. Not much older than Skye, she had shoulder-length brown hair and a very envious expression.
"I don't know whether I'm aroused or terrified," Skye said a little numbly. Jemma shoved her bag into her hands and pushed her towards Clint and Bucky.
"Don't be an idiot: go and do lots of things I'd never even consider and enjoy all of them!"
Clint gave Jemma a grin and a wink before putting his arm around Skye. He virtually had to drag a very aroused Bucky off the wall. "Don't mind Buck, he's been sex-deprived too long," he told Skye airily as he escorted the two of them out of the base. "Gets a bit shocked still with too much stimulation."
"A kiss was too much stimulation?" Skye said curiously.
"You have no idea," Bucky said with a gulp. "He went easy on you before."
"I'll demonstrate," Clint paused, looking at Skye's mouth, and then kept walking, carefully not looking at her. "Later. When we get somewhere private." He pulled the car keys Coulson had given him out of his pocket and tested the clicker. A black SUV flashed lights and unlocked itself. "D'you know where Keswick Hall is, Skye?"
"Yes…"
"Good, you drive, I'll call and book in."
"That place is really fancy and expensive…" she shut up as he pressed the car keys into her hand and pulled a black credit card and a swanky StarkPhone from a pocket of his cargo pants. He turned to walk away around the car and she couldn't help but stare.
"He does have a very remarkable ass, doesn't he?" Bucky said dreamily next to her, and they looked at each other and both started laughing.
"Stop admiring my magnificent ass and get in the car!"
Skye listened in on Clint's phone call to the hotel. She could hardly help it as he sat beside her talking as she drove. "Yes, a suite – two bedrooms – three people – golf? No, I don't think we'll be wanting to play golf." He cast her a sideways look and she found herself choking back laughter again. "Horseriding? No, not that either. You have room service? Yes, of course. Three nights, then – very shortly. We just have to make a quick stop…" he pointed at a gas station just ahead.
Skye glanced at the gas needle. "We got plenty…"
"Pull in, Skye, there's other things we need." Clint shut off the call. She blinked, shrugged and pulled in. He hopped out of the car.
"What's he going to get?" she turned to Bucky, puzzled.
"Well – first off we weren't planning on spending the night, and secondly we certainly didn't think we'd meet you," Bucky said evasively.
Still bemused, Skye blinked at him.
"Tell me you're not a virgin!"
"No!" Skye blushed, and suddenly realised what Bucky meant. "Oh – condoms?"
"And lube, I should think." Bucky grinned at her discomfort, reaching for her hand. "Skye, you don't have to do anything you're not ready for. But Clint definitely believes in being prepared."
"Prepared is good," Skye eyed the large bag Clint was now carrying back to the car. "That looks optimistic, though."
Bucky was having a fit of laughter in the back seat when Clint got back into the car and Skye was scarlet to her hairline. Clint eyed them both.
"Never mind, I don't want to know."
Skye started the car, unable to look at either of them. Fortunately it wasn't much further to Keswick Hall, an extremely posh and beautiful hotel set in many acres of lush, rolling grounds.
A valet came out to meet the car, looked surprised to see Skye driving, but took the keys happily enough. "Your luggage, miss?"
"Will be following along later," Clint cut in smoothly as Skye blushed yet again, realising this looked like exactly what it was about to be, an extremely dirty weekend. Bucky shouldered her small bag and the two men bracketed her as they climbed the steps to enter the hotel.
Clint had them checked in quickly and they headed for the suite, which turned out to be more opulent than anything Skye had ever seen, beautiful antique furniture and carpets she could sink in up to her ankles. There was even a fireplace – currently unlit – with a thick fur rug in front of it. Clint eyed the rug with a speculative grin and then smirked at her, and she felt suddenly nervous.
Bucky seemed to sense it, putting her bag down beside a chair and moving to stand beside her, putting a gentle hand at the small of her back. "Skye, it's okay. We're not rushing you into this. We just – I just want to spend time with you."
"What Buck said," Clint agreed. He desperately wanted to go join in on the embrace, as Bucky laced his arms loosely around Skye's waist and she leaned against him. But he went to hold her too she might feel trapped and more nervous, and that was the last thing he wanted. "That's why I got two bedrooms. You can sleep on your own if you want. Or, with either one of us, if both of us is a bit too overwhelming straight up." His mouth twisted slightly. "I'll be self-sacrificing and say choose Bucky, if you must pick only one of us."
Skye hesitated slightly. "If I said I'd sleep alone, would you two…?"
"Yes," Bucky said immediately.
"You could even watch, if you want," Clint said with an absolutely filthy grin. "I wouldn't mind, would you, Buck?"
"Hell no."
Skye could tell Bucky didn't at all object to that idea. He was only holding her lightly but she could still feel his arousal hard against her ass. He wasn't grinding, but it was quite unmistakable.
"I think I'd probably get a bit jealous if I couldn't join in," Skye admitted.
"Never said you couldn't, sugar. All your choice." Clint eyed her consideringly, then beckoned to Bucky. "Come on, Buck. Let's give our girl a show. She can decide if the audience wants to participate in her own time."
Bucky let go of Skye with a last gentle caress to her waist and moved around her, heading for Clint, who pulled his shirt off with a challenging look at Skye.
Who felt suddenly very warm. Wow. Chest, shoulders, arms, abs – he was beautiful, lean and sculpted hard muscle. Skye fumbled her way to a chair and held onto the back of it, her knees suddenly shaky. Clint tossed his shirt at her and it landed over her hands on the chair. She couldn't quite resist picking it up and breathing in his scent.
"She likes the view," Bucky moved around behind Clint and put his chin on his shoulder, both of them looking at Skye, Bucky's hands sliding around Clint's waist to caress his stomach and chest. He squeezed both Clint's nipples suddenly and Clint let out a low moan. "He loves having his nipples played with, or licked," Bucky told Skye. Both of them were watching her, two pairs of heated blue eyes. "Not so keen on bites, not there, but he does like to have his neck bitten." His metal hand moved up, stroked at a blackening bruise on Clint's collarbone.
Skye swallowed.
"Come take a bite, Skye, any time you want… ahhh," Clint trailed off in another moan as Bucky twisted both nipples sharply. His hips shifted, and Skye couldn't help but look down, seeing that his tight pants were delineating a very impressive erection. Already.
She licked her lips, and Clint moaned again, his eyes trained on her mouth.
"Want to see more?" Bucky's hands slid down Clint's stomach, worked his belt. Unsnapped the pants button and drew down the zip. "He usually goes commando. Doesn't like the constriction."
This was insane. Neither of them were even touching her, and Skye was more aroused than she'd ever been in her life, her heart beating fast, her nipples hard and aching, moisture welling between her legs. She didn't even want to blink as Bucky eased Clint's pants down far enough to reveal his cock, thick and standing sharply at attention, flushed with arousal, a drop of pre-cum already showing at his tip. Bucky flicked his thumb over the glistening droplet, drawing another moan from Clint, and then put his thumb in his mouth.
"He tastes really fucking good," Bucky told Skye, clamping his hand lightly round Clint's cock and pumping a couple of times, feeling Clint lean back into him, soft pants coming from the other man's mouth. Both of them were watching Skye, though, seeing from her flushed cheeks, wide eyes and pebbled nipples that she was finding it arousing watching the two of them together.
"Buck tastes good too," Clint said hoarsely, "but not as good as I reckon you will, sugar. Can't wait until you let me put my face in you."
"He has a filthy mouth," Bucky said conversationally, as though he wasn't sliding his hand slowly the whole length of Clint's erection, a slight little flick of his wrist every time he reached the tip making Clint jerk and moan. "A talented one, though. You'll like his mouth."
Seeing the two of them like that, Bucky still fully-dressed in black behind Clint's half-naked form, Clint's lips parted as he panted with need, was the single hottest thing Skye had ever seen. And then Bucky went and made it even hotter as he moved out from behind Clint and peeled his own shirt off, pressing Clint to lean back against the wall and then quite deliberately wrapping the shirt around Clint's eyes to blindfold him. Bucky turned to Skye and quirked an eyebrow in a clear invitation to join him.
Frozen with shock, Skye could only stare, her mouth wide open. Bucky shrugged as though to say, your loss, and then casually dropped to his knees and opened his mouth over the end of Clint's cock.
"Oh, jeez, Buck," Clint whimpered, his hands coming down to thread into Bucky's hair. "Not fair, I can't see her."
Aware that neither of them could see her at the moment, Skye couldn't quite help but steal a hand down between her own legs, pressing in a vain attempt to relieve the building pressure there. She had soaked through her panties already, she could tell, probably through her jeans in a minute.
Bucky's head bobbed, his cheeks hollowing, and Clint groaned.
Skye broke. "Please!" she sobbed out.
Bucky reached her first, since Clint was blindfolded with his pants down around his knees, but Clint was only a moment behind, both of them wrapping strong arms around her, enfolding her in a warm, heady embrace of male muscle.
"It's all right, Skye," Bucky whispered, nuzzling gently at her neck.
"Whatever you want, we'll do. Anything," Clint promised, tipping her chin up and kissing her gently. Since he was in front of her, Skye slid her arms around his lean waist – he'd jerked his pants up but not fastened them – and hung on for dear life.
"Need you," she choked out. "Please. Want you – both of you."
"Whatever you want," Bucky echoed Clint's words of a moment earlier, and then he was lifting her. "Put your legs round Clint, he'll carry you to bed."
Skye clung to Clint, leaning her head on his broad shoulder, emotionally a little stunned but confident that her soulmates would take care of her, would never deliberately hurt her. Clint's thickly muscled arms were a warm, protective shield around her as he carried her easily, her slight weight nothing to his strength.
Aaaand… the chapter's getting too long.
More tomorrow, and YES, they'll finally all get naked.
Wow, it's really hot in here, isn't it?