Part 5 – "We Need to Talk"

Bucky bit his lip in an effort to keep quiet. Rebecca was somewhere in the house, and she had absolutely no idea about personal space, she often came barging into his room no matter what. Several times it had happened while he was undressed. Those times were not even remotely fine, but that was nothing compared to what would happen if his little sister were to find him now… naked from the waist down, pillow resting firmly under his hips, as he tried desperately to create the right amount of friction.

He humped lazily, thinking about how Tony's lips had felt against his own and wondering what it would be like if it was Tony's little body underneath him. Laid out all pretty, letting Bucky rut against him. Bucky near moaned at that idea, imagining Tony's soft encouraging words bring him closer and closer until he was coming.

He gasped out loud, biting his pillow as he increased his thrusting into the pillow. He imagined Tony kissing him, his hot wet mouth all over him, on his cock… "Oh, Tony," he moaned, and his cock jerked against the pillow, coming in white spurts.

For a few minutes, he lay still, feeling he cock soften.

He felt guilty thinking about Tony like that… he was so young, too young. It was probably against the law – no, it was definitely against the law. But he couldn't help that Tony was so sweet, and gorgeous. Everything about him was gorgeous, regardless of his age, Bucky just wanted to make him scream with pleasure.

And that kiss. Tony had kissed him, all tender and sweet, blushing red. Bucky reminded himself that it had been Tony's first kiss, and sexualising his naivety was probably all kinds of wrong – right?

A knock on his bedroom door startled him from his thoughts, and he desperately pulled his sweat pants up, tucking away his spent cock. "Just a minute," he called out, trying not to sound panicked. He grabbed the dirtied pillow and hid it under his bed.

He opened the door to his mother, who was wearing a knowing smile that sent embarrassment coursing through his body. He just hoped to hell she wasn't actually about to talk to him about the normality of masturbation, the conversation they'd had about that when he was thirteen was enough to last him a lifetime.

"Hey Buckstar, sorry to interrupt," she grinned a little too widely, and Bucky resisted the urge to facepalm, "Stevie's waiting downstairs," she continued, "he said you two are gonna go kick around – when did you start playing football again?"

"Ma, I'm not playing football, I'm just having a kick around with Steve, don't get too excited. Tell him I'll be down in a minute, just need to get changed."

"Okay, okay," she smiled sympathetically, sensing she brushed on a 'touchy' issue, "oh, and Bucky, maybe it's a good idea you strip your bed yourself. Just put anything you need straight into the washing machine."

"Yes, Mum," Bucky mumbled the reply with embarrassment, closing the door between them. That was his mother's, ever so subtle, way of telling him she didn't want to touch his spunk-stained sheets.

He got changed quickly, making sure to wash his hands and stomach off with a warm towel, no need for his best friend to know what he was doing. Bucky doubted Steve ever touched himself, that kid had an unhealthy dose of good ol' Catholic fear drilled into him.

Steve was waiting for him downstairs, drinking a cup of coffee and keeping Rebecca entertained. She was busy showing him her vast collection toys, holding an Ariel doll and a Pokémon plushy. "He's a water type Steve-y, so he would be Princess Ariel's Pokémon," she claimed with a great amount of authority, "his name is Squirtle."

Steve was doing a very good job of pretending to be interested, but looked incredibly relieved to see Bucky approaching.

"Becca, c'mon now," Bucky said, lifting his little sister by the waist into his arms, he gave her a peck on the cheek and earned a sharp smack to the face. "Hey, no hitting," he protested, "what's wrong with giving my sister a kiss?"

"You should stick to smooching Tony," she teased, with a feral little grin.

Bucky laughed, sitting her up on the bench, and grabbing a coffee of his own, "I haven't been smooching Tony."

Steve scoffed, "Liar."

"Liar! Liar! Liar!" Rebecca mimicked loudly, jumping off the bench.

Bucky threw Steve a dirty look, "Thanks for that."

Steve shrugged, "Well… you can't tell me you don't want to. You've been following him around for weeks."

Careful to cover Rebecca's ears with both hands first, he grinned and winked at Steve, "We kinda made out last night."

Rebecca wriggled away, quickly bored with the lack of attention, she started calling after her mother for food.

"Really? Woah, Bucky, that's… great, right? What does it mean? Are you together?"

Bucky shrugged, "I don't know, we didn't do a whole lotta talking, then afterwards he just went home. I can gather that he likes me, but I feel weird about it. He's fourteen."

"The age gap isn't that big," Steve argued weakly.

"It is when you're our age. I was a completely different person at fourteen. Being with me… it could be something he regrets when he's older. And, you know, I don't wanna make him feel pressured into something he might not be ready for."

"You mean sex?"

Bucky's face flushed red, "No, yes, maybe – I would never, he's actual jailbait!" Bucky sighed, "But what if he feels like he has to, or I do something that's too sexual and freak him out. Oh god Steve, he's way too young for me."

"Bucky, if you like him, then you should date him," Steve said earnestly, "I know you, and you're not the kind of guy who would make him feel pressured into anything. And besides, have you met Tony? Nobody could make him do anything he doesn't want to do, he's not exactly the kind of person who likes being told what to do. If you made him uncomfortable, he would let you know."

"I know, but… remember Hodge, at that party? Tony just let him-"

"Stark was drunk, and scared. Hodge was looking for someone to prey on, and Tony was feeling vulnerable, you know that says nothing about him."

Bucky slumped his shoulders, thinking about Steve's words. "You're right, I know you're right. I just can't help but feel like a creep."

"I think you should talk to Tony," Steve suggested, "I'm sure he could change your mind about that."

"Yeah, I think he will."

I think we should talk, about that thing that happened last night. Up for late night mcdonalds? –

It was 9.53PM when the message came in. Tony had spent the entire Saturday thinking about Bucky and their heated kiss. Bucky hadn't messaged him all day, which was not a good sign. Tony quickly decided that he couldn't be the one to message first, because that would make him look sad and desperate. But then when Bucky finally, finally messaged – at 9.53PM, his words were essentially "we need to talk." What the fuck? That's what people said when they were breaking up, and Bucky and Tony weren't even together yet!

Tony pulled up his jeans carefully, trying not to make too much noise. Howard and Jarvis were home, and Tony knew his father was under the impression that he paid too much attention to his friends.

Bucky was waiting down the road, his car humming softly. Tony swallowed thickly, nervously walking towards it.

"Tony," Bucky breathed as soon as he got in the car.

Tony sighed deeply, Bucky was dressed in a light, black jumper, his hair was tied back in a ponytail but for the few strands that had fallen out and now framed his face. Yet, his face looked conflicted… and he certainly hadn't made a move on Tony yet.

"Okay, so are you going to date me or what?" Tony demanded quickly.

"What?" Bucky replied, visibly taken aback.

"Because if the answer is no, I would really appreciate knowing that now. Because the whole 'we need to talk' thing is ominous as fuck, and I honestly can't stand it if you're just going to sit there and tell a really long-winded reason as to why you can't date me." Tony babbled, sternly.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck guiltily, which did nothing to ease the feeling of dread in the pit of Tony's stomach. "Oh, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to make my message sound like I wasn't interested."

Tony bit back the compulsion to feel too relieved. "So… you are interested in dating me?"

"Yes. Very interested. It's just… I mean, we really do need to talk."

Tony sighed with proper, unbridled relief, "Oh, okay, good. Damn, Bucky, never text me like that again."

"Sorry."

"Wait, so I like you, you like me. What exactly is the problem here, my one-armed Casanova?"

Bucky smiled, "I just," he paused, briefly considering his words, "I feel like a creep, 'cause you're so young. And I need you to tell me I'm not being creepy."

Tony laughed, "You're not being creepy," he echoed, then, "…we should make out, now."

"You really don't think I'm creepy," Bucky asked, even as he said the words, his eyes were drawn to Tony's lips.

"No, sure we've got four years between us, but I'm obviously more mature and smarter than you are, that's why they moved me up in grades. There, you've been consoled, so, either we make out, or I'm going back to bed."

Bucky chose to feel the warmth of Tony's lips again.