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"Holy fuck, Steve, would you look at that?"
Steve obligingly turns his head at Bucky's awed mutter and blinks. Then blinks again. "Is that...TJ Hammond?" he asks, in a thick voice he barely recognizes.
Has it gotten hotter in the room, or is it just him?
"Looks like the tabloids weren't wrong." Bucky waggles his eyebrows at Steve. "There's two of us running around with my handsome mug. How's that for fucking awesome?"
"It's pretty fucking awesome," Steve agrees, greedily tracking every movement as TJ Hammond (and the tabloids were most assuredly not wrong about his resemblance to Bucky) works his way around the crowded ballroom with ease. He's wearing an exceptionally well-cut grey suit that emphasizes his thighs and the breadth of his shoulders. His hair (a little shorter than Bucky's) is just this side of disheveled, like he'd run out of the house without fixing it. Or, Steve's mind helpfully supplies, like someone's yanked him in for a hard kiss and mussed it up for him.
Bucky leans against the wall, and tips his head Steve's way. Unlike TJ, he's dressed in conservative black, but his suit also fits his body like a particularly jealous lover. Steve's spent quite a bit of time tonight imagining all the ways he's going to peel Bucky out of it later and put both his tie and Bucky's to very good use.
"You think he's as big as me?" Bucky muses.
Steve sucks an ice cube down the wrong pipe.
"I mean, it'd stand to reason, right," Bucky continues, sounding supremely unconcerned by the fact that Steve is right next to him trying not to choke to death. "I'm a little more muscular, but that makes sense, considering what I do for a living. But I bet you any amount his cock and mine would line up just fine together."
"Jesus Christ, Buck..."
Bucky rolls his eyes. "Please, like that wasn't the very first thought in your head when you saw him, babe."
"Everyone fantasizes," Steve says, and tugs ineffectually at his shirt collar. It's not exactly a denial, and they both know it.
"Yeah, but you're in a unique position to do something about said fantasy. Especially since he bats for the same team we do. That's the current vernacular, right?"
"Sure, I think." Not that Steve's capable of thinking right now. Or words. Or much of anything other than whether or not TJ Hammond's cock is as big as Bucky's. And what that would be like, having both of them anywhere on him or in him.
"Just imagine." Bucky slides his arm around Steve's waist, pulls him in close. His breath is heated against Steve's ear. "Someone built like me, with a dick like mine, pounding that sweet, tight ass of yours while you're going to town on my cock with that slick mouth. Or both of us on our knees sharing your cock like a lollipop. You think his tongue curls like mine does?"
"Um." Steve is sweating under his jacket. His own cock is uncomfortably hard behind the zipper of his slacks. His skin is stretched way too tight across his frame. He feels like he's back in his pre-serum body.
"I bet he knows some new tricks, though," Bucky says, because he's an asshole who loves getting Steve all revved up when there's nothing they can do about it. His hand slides down to Steve's hip, curls around it possessively. "Bet he knows all kinds of ways to get you off that we've never dreamed of."
"Buck..." Steve knows it's veering dangerously close to a whine, but who'd blame him? He's about two seconds away from dragging Bucky to the nearest bathroom stall and going to his knees.
"I bet you'd love watching him fuck me, though, wouldn't you? While you sat back and watched."
"Oh God."
"Or maybe he can fuck me while I'm sucking you off..."
"Are you trying to kill me?"
"Or maybe." Bucky's low, wicked laugh curls Steve's toes. "Maybe you'd like to get us both up in your ass at the same time. We've never done that."
He's going to come in his pants if Bucky doesn't shut the hell up, so he turns, grabs Bucky's nape, and yanks him in for a kiss that's all teeth and tongue and desperation. Bucky returns it, bites and licks at him just the way Steve likes best.
"Stop fucking talking," Steve begs, the second he pulls back.
"Too much for you to handle?"
"We're in public!!"
Bucky just snorts. "So? When's that ever stopped us?"
Bucky's got a good point – Steve remembers plenty of missions where privacy hadn't been a luxury they could afford, and plenty of times since Bucky's come back to him when they just haven't given a fuck because they have way too much time to make up for and not enough hours in the day – but there's public and then there's public.
"Half of Washington has to be at this fundraiser," he says.
"Which is why we're hanging out in the corner behind the world's ugliest fern, first off, and second, since when did you give a fuck about politicians and what they think?"
"Since never," Steve replies, "but that's not the point."
Bucky smiles at him, all smirking charm, and impossible to resist. Not that Steve ever would. "No, the point is," Bucky says, "we're going to leave our safe little corner and go introduce ourselves to TJ Hammond and, if he's amenable, we're going to take him home with us and bang the hell out of him and each other until we're all exhausted and sweaty and too disgusting to move, and then we're going to get cleaned up and rested up and do it all over again. Sound good to you?"
"Whatever you want, Buck." Right now, Steve thinks he'd agree to just about anything. All he wants is five minutes alone with Bucky's hands or mouth anywhere near him.
"What about what you want?"
"I want you to bend me over the nearest flat surface and tongue my ass until I'm begging, then fuck my ass until I can't remember the English language. And if TJ Hammond is up for it, then I want his dick in my mouth while you're doing all that."
Bucky grins, pleased and so turned on his eyes are almost black. "Now you're talking my language."
He tugs at Steve's hand and marches across the room, a man on a serious mission to get righteously laid. Steve happily follows in his wake and smiles goofily at anyone who glances their way. Which is pretty much everyone. Steve doesn't care. He's never cared what the public thought of him and he's not about to start. Especially not since he knows he's getting Bucky's cock inside him soon. And, TJ Hammond's, if he's very lucky.
When Bucky reaches TJ, it's like seeing double. Except for the gleam of Bucky's metal hand and his slightly shaggier hair, they could be twins, right down to the sinfully full lips and the come-hither look in their eyes. Two of them. Jesus. Steve could die happy right now.
"Hi there." Bucky sticks out his free hand, and waits for TJ to take it, with his own amused smile. "I'm Bucky. This is Steve. You wanna head out of here and grab a drink someplace more private?"
"Bucky! Jesus, a little bit of small talk wouldn't kill you." Steve is pretty sure his face is beet red and all kinds of splotchy. He can't remember the last time he's been this turned on and this embarrassed. Probably the first time he'd tried to talk to Peggy Carter.
"I wasted seventy years, and so did you. Fuck the niceties." Bucky, who hasn't dropped TJ's hand, smiles at TJ nice and slow, like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. "You interested?"
"Are you serious right now?" TJ laughs, full-throated and long, and fuck if that sound doesn't go right to Steve's dick. "I've been dreaming about this moment ever since I found out what sex was."
"Really?" Steve asks, surprised.
Bucky lights up like it's Christmas morning. "I knew I was gonna like him."
"Fuck yes," TJ replies, nodding in emphasis. He licks those full lips, gives Steve a slow perusal, undressing him with nothing but a look. "Anyone who says they don't want to bang you is lying to themselves." Then he turns that gaze to Bucky, and, if possible, his look gets even more heated. "And I wouldn't be the first person to want to fuck myself just to see how it feels."
"Yep, we're keeping him," Bucky declares, and, before Steve can blink, pulls TJ to him for a filthy-hot kiss. Every single atom in Steve's body goes into overload. This has to be the hottest thing he's ever seen, maybe the hottest thing to have ever existed in the history of the universe. And he's got a front row seat to it.
"Fuck. Me." He's not going to survive tonight. He's finally found the one thing that the serum won't fix. He's strangely fine with that. There are worse ways to go out than getting fucked to death by two unbelievably hot men.
"That's the idea," Bucky says, when he pulls away from TJ. His lips are shiny and slick. The look on his face is pure predator.
"We need to leave," Steve states, all but vibrating with the need to kneel down and go to town on the both of them. He's not sure which one of them he wants to get his hands and mouth on first, or which one he wants to fuck him first. "Now."
"You heard the captain," TJ says, and takes Steve's free hand in his strong grip. "Who am I to refuse the orders of a living legend?"
"Yeah, for once, I don't mind following his orders, either," Bucky says, and leads them out of the ballroom.
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