A huge thanks to @cockteasechloe for pushing us to write this and having the confidence to post it. She also very kindly edited it for me and and made the final tweaks. So here we have the first story published by us @missymoo78 starring Kate in the pictures. If you like it, we’ll do some more. Check out our blog for more of Kate https://www.tumblr.com/blog/missymoo78
Pete was a long term friend of both Kate and I. A good looking man, he was a physio at a local football club, and kept himself in shape. Kate had always liked him. Even muttering the odd time how she found him quite hot. I’m not a jealous man, in fact I’m happy to share Kate with others, but I generally keep that myself. I certainly wouldn’t tell any friends, especially as what Kate looks like, brunette, five foot eight with a killer athletic body. If people knew I’d share her they’d be queuing up out the door! Kate is also no tart, she’s not flirty or in any way slutty, always dressing to look classy and sexy at the same time. Never a tease to any man bar me which makes this story even more exciting for me to share what happened.
This all started in our local pub on a hot Saturday afternoon. Kate had done her morning workout at some crazy fitness class, insanity or something, and I’d spent most of the morning getting ready for a bbq. Pete was working as a physio at a local football match and Kate had invited him for a beer and a bbq with us. Pete had arrived before us and had various kit bags with him, explaining that he literally showered and came straight from the match. He told us he’d run late as one of the key players had pulled a muscle in his leg and needed a proper physio massage.
Kates eyes suddenly lit up, “Oh that sounds lovely, I’m stiff as a board after my fitness class, they really pushed me today. Why can’t you offer that service to me!” she jested.
Pete took his job very seriously, “stiff? Didn’t you warm down like I told you? Or did you push yourself too hard…? You need to take this stuff seriously!” he barked at Kate.
“Alright…alright…” she said trying to calm him, “I was only trying to blag a free sports massage you party pooper.“ She blew a raspberry in his face taking the piss as she knew he got so serious about his job. Pete smiled, he knew only too well he needed to lighten up but he did always mean well.
“If you really want a massage, I have my stuff?” he said to Kate. He then suddenly seemed aware of me, his focus had been entirely on Kate. He switched his attention to me and blurted out, "if thats okay of course… I mean its a professional massage and all…”
Pete was stuttering, I never doubted he wouldn’t be professional but I suddenly felt a twinge of arousal. Imagine if he was naughty with her. A slip of the hand. A brush of his fingers between her legs. Against her pussy. My mind started to wander and Kate bought me back with a bang.
“Its not his choice! I’d love a massage Pete and I’m sure you will be highly professional” she smiled a him. Pete grinned back like a kid in a sweet shop. I knew deep down he fancied her and I was sure he’d love to get her in her underwear and his hands all over her.
The conversation switched away from the massage but soon enough we finished the beers and went to walk back to mine. Kate popped to the loo leaving me waiting with Pete. I turned to him and smirked; "Kates pretty hot when laid down, oiled up…., I’ve never managed to keep my hands to myself when massaging that body….. good luck on that…“ I winked at him. Pete looked bemused, I could see he was intrigued by what I meant. He stuttered again about being a professional and I smirked at him. Before he could say anything more Kate was back and we were walking home. On the way back Kate agreed with Pete that the sofa with a blanked on was the best she could offer for a massage table. We soon got home and Pete went into the lounge to set his stuff up. Kate came out with me to the BBQ.
"You don’t mind me getting a massage from Pete? Do you?” she asked.
"Mind? I’m thrilled, horny even…,” I said to her with a cheeky wink of the eye. Kate’s eyes opened wide in shock.
“What do you mean horny!!! I’m getting a massage from a pro. I’ll keep my underwear on and he’ll be a gentleman!” She snapped back at me defensively.
“So having Pete massaging you all over won’t get you going just a little bit. I know you find him hot….his hands massaging your legs then your inner thighs, what if asks you to get naked under the towel?” I teased her, pushing her to let go and have some fun. Kate grinned a little, her cheeks a little red. She was rumbled. I knew she liked him but this was not something Kate would ever do.
“He won’t ask me to be naked and if he does I’m sure it’s for a reason” she tried to defend him. I plucked up the courage and asked her;
“I know we are all a little tipsy, but go on, he’s a nice guy, give him a show” I nervously suggested. Kate was shocked, she didn’t do things like that and didn’t expect me to suggest it. She’d maybe do that for me but never for anyone else. But Kate didn’t react the way I had expected. I thought she’d be furious, angry and maybe think I was joking but she surprised me.
“A show? What like let him see my pussy or touch me up?” She replied. She was tipsy and flirty, which always made her open up and be more forward. But would she actually do this? I pushed her.
“Yeah why not…you said you want to be more adventurous. It can be yours and Pete’s secret….” I hoped she’d go for it. She frowned, I was sure she was in two minds possibly considering it and that just made me even hornier. That moment was, however, broken by Pete.
"Ummm I’m ready, I guess?” He said blatantly nervous. Kate asked him how he wanted her and to my disappointment he replied “whatever….keep you underwear on, so errrr just bra and knickers under a towel… do your have a towel?”
Kate nodded and Pete walked off to get ready, she glanced back at me and said, “See? Professional to the end! Now get on with your bbq” she said and no peeking through the window!” She turned and walked off.
I felt flat, I actually thought she might do something really naughty and dirty but I think the moment was lost. I set about sorting the bbq, as I laid out the coals I glanced through the window that Kate was now in. She pulled the curtains closed but as she did she smiled at me, adjusting them a little, and to my surprise she’d left a small gap. She knew only too well that I would properly take a peek but she didn’t seem fussed. I saw Pete leave the room and through the small gap I could see Kate peel off her jeans and top. The pink underwear was bright even from a distance.
She carefully slid under the towel and called Pete back in the room. I will be honest, it looked dull as dish water. If she was keeping her underwear on I didn’t see the point but maybe Pete was being a professional. He entered the room which was still fairly light, Pete had his back to me but I could see him getting the oil ready. I heard muffled sounds. He must’ve been explaining what he would do, the muscles and the effects, boring things like that I thought. Where was the action?
Kate didn’t look as hot as I hoped now the towel covered most her body. I turned away and lit the bbq instead. Grabbing a beer whilst it took hold. For some reason I decided to take one more cheeky peek.
Pete was adjusting the towel, he placed it nicely and professionally over her back side leaving her upper body exposed. Pete was looking at her back a little perplexed.
“Sorry Kate, I’m not being flirty, can you move your bra straps? The oil will ruin that bra” Pete asked. They were in the way for sure and I had learnt the hard way that oil and lingerie are never a good mix. I was expecting Kate to slide them off her shoulders but her arm swung around and she unfasten the catch.
The back of the bra pinged open and in true Kate classy style she dragged it from under herself and placed it on the floor. She lay there now naked bar her panties and towel and suddenly I felt horny again. Pete didn’t seem to too phased and I saw him admire her firm athletic body on the sofa.
Pete pumped some oil from a dispenser and started on her shoulders. Kate let out a little moan, “that’s a little sore but it feels great”. Pete explained back he’d go gentle but some pain would be inevitable. Slowly he worked away on her upper back and shoulders.
Pete was now onto her arms and upper back. I watched his hands slide smoothly over her body. He was good and I could tell Kate was in heaven as her body shifted as Petes hands hit the various muscles. Slowly Pete was moving down her body, his hands stayed away from the side of her boobs which was a shame. I could see her boobs just poking out the sides but Pete didn’t seem interested. He was now down her lower back, his hands nearing the hem of her panties. Pete drew back pondering something;
“Kate, are these knickers important? I just dont want to get oil on them as I do your lower back?” he ask. I could hear nerves in his voice. “I mean, I can avoid them but it wont be a proper lower back massage, you could pull them down a a few inches if thats okay?”. Pete really was being a pro, this was not going as I planned but Kate had another idea up her sleeve.
Kate swung her head round, “Would it be easier if I just took them off?”. I couldn’t believe she just said that. Kate was not one to take her panties off around anyone and even struggled going commando for me! Kate laid back down and again to my utter disbelief she said, “why not pass us the towel and if you wipe your hands I’ll hold the towel and you can take them off”
Pete looked as shocked as I felt. This wasn’t the Kate I knew. Pete grabbed the spare little towel and wiped his hands. Kate placed her hands on the towel and Pete slid his hands around her waist. I watched him hook his fingers under her hips and slide off her little pink panties. Kate smoothed out the towel and laid fully back down. He stood there with her panties in his hand.
I hadn’t expected this and suddenly seeing another man pull my wife panties down was a serious turn on. He carefully folded them next to her before repositioning the towel and protecting her modesty. The towel now sat a lot lower, you could just see the crack of her bum and the curve of her ass and I now had a raging hard on knowing Kate was naked bar the towel.
Her upper body glistening from the oil, she looked gorgeous and sexy in every way. He carried on with her lower back adding more oil, his hands working her lower back and just running onto the top of her bum and he pushed the towel down a fraction more. I could see an inch of her crack and two nicely formed mounds where her bum started. Kate moaned in pleasure, not in a sexual way but she was certainly enjoying it. Pete asked Kate about her workout and she told him the muscle groups she had been working on. Pete started explaining his lower body plan,
“Well if you worked your gluts muscles ideally I’d deep massage your bum but its pretty personal. That’s your call?” he asked seemingly now a little more relaxed.
“Sure, sounds good. Do what you need to do” Kate whispered.
Pete wasted no time, he folded the towel over half her bum exposing a whole cheek. From where I was I could now see her whole naked body and her pert ass cheek fully on view. Her legs were tightly together but it was suddenly much more erotic to me. Pete worked his hands hard into her bum muscles. The towel did cover the crack of her bum but only just. Slowly his hands worked down her legs past her bum. Kate shuffled, her legs opened slightly. Not enough to see her pussy but it was quite the tease.
His hands roamed her upper thighs and bum. Kate said it felt nice and I caught Pete grinning as he admired the view. He moved to the other side and started to refold the towel to work on her left side.
The towel sat awkwardly and started sliding off her body a little. Pete grabbed it quickly and tried to reposition it. Pete apologised as he exposed most of her ass but Kate was ahead of him. She reached back as if to help him with the towel but only made it worse. It fell off to the side exposing all of Kate’s bum. Two pert cheeks right in front of Pete, fuck me was that a horny sight. Pete hurriedly repositioned it and apologised profusely.
“Pete my dear, dont worry” said Kate. “It’s a massage and you’re a friend, it’s fine,” she finished with but then to my amazement she dragged it off her ass again and dropped the towel to the floor. “That’s probably easier right?” she said.
Pete stood there in amazement as Kate now laid naked face down on the sofa. Her naked body there for Pete to see, her pert ass right in front on him. She was teasing him like there was no tomorrow. Her legs just apart but still classy, the small bulge in her thighs hiding her most intimate area. He moved onto the sofa and worked her other side. His hands working into her soft flesh, he worked hard on her ass again, her bum cheeks being pushed and pulled, what a sight all toned and glistening. How could any man resist this? My cock was getting hard as I peered through like some dirty peeping Tom. Pete was to the side of Kate now and adding more oil. She seemed completely at ease naked with him. He moved away from her bum and was now focussing on her legs. Pete got up and moved about again. The sofa didn’t allow ideal all round access so he was having to make do. Pete explained he wanted to work on her calves which meant sitting behind her and on her legs. Kate whispered that was fine and Pete slid on to the sofa. I swear I saw a hard on in his pants but I couldn’t be sure. Pete had to kneel behind Kate, in doing so Kate opened her legs a fraction more. The tease for Pete must have been incredible. The room was a little dark and I could only see a shadow between her legs. Pete applied more oil and his hands worked up her calves and onto her thighs. Slowly his hands worked their way onto her inner thighs. As he neared the top Kate wiggled a little and opened her legs. Fuck me….I whispered in my head.
Kate’d legs were now open a few inches, I could just make out her pussy in the shadow and Pete was in the ideal position between he legs massaging her toned thighs, with her pussy right in front of him.
My dick was like a rock, Kate was certainly teasing him and flashing him, even in the dim light I could just make out her inner lips. Her cute pussy there for Pete to see, what a show off Kate was being. I unbuttoned my flies and my dick sprung out. The cool air on my hard cock felt amazing. Slowly I wanked myself while watching a good friend of my mind massage my naked wife whilst he looked at her pussy. I was expecting Pete to work more on her inner thighs but he headed south to he calves. He slid back and grabbed her leg lifting it. In the process he opened her legs a little wider. The cheeky bastard wanted a better view for sure and he got one. The light from the partially opened window exposed her little pussy even better. Two smooth lips with the slightest amount of pubic hair. Pete massaged her left and then her right side and again he lifted up her leg. Kate must have known what he was doing as she flashed her most intimate area to him. His hands gently rubbed her calves, massaging like a pro still, he carefully placed her leg down and shuffled on his knees closer to Kate. His hands moved back down her legs and on to her inner thighs again.
He ran long sweeping movements with his hands across her legs, bum and down her inner thighs. As he massaged her bum he pulled her cheeks apart a little, her asshole exposed for a second and then gone. Kate’s legs now apart I could see her slit clearly and yet she allowed Pete’s hands to slide alarmingly close.
I was wanking furiously trying my best to enjoy the situation and also avoid cumming. Pete’s hands worked now solely on Kate’s upper and inner thighs. His fingers nearing her pussy on every massage. I suddenly say Kate twitch but say nothing. Did her touch her pussy? I couldn’t see clearly through the window but I could see how close he was getting. The oil on her thighs shinning right up to her lips. His fingers pushed higher this time and then I saw it, he stroked over her left lip, Kate didn’t move, he repeated sliding his hand up her leg and onto her lip, once agin no movement and then he made his move, his fingers blatantly slid over her opening. As his hands slid away, her once dry pussy lips now glistening with oil.
His hand movements up her legs decreased as he focused on her pussy. He slid forward and opened her legs even more, his hand straight over her pussy. He paused a second and reached back, he grabbed the oil and applied more over her bum and I watched it trickle down over her asshole and onto her lips. Pete sat between her legs he moved in a little closer using his legs to push Kate’s legs open even more. Her shining lips opened a little, she was dripping wet. Her pussy was swollen and red, she was aroused and horny to a new level. Pete massaged her lips, one hand worked down under and onto her clit, the other sliding around her pussy, I heard a sigh from Kate. The other hand massaged her ass before Pete slid his fingers down and then he slipped a finger inside her and then a second. Fuck, I was fighting cumming as I watched my mate finger my gorgeous naked wife. Slowly he eased his fingers in and out whilst the other rubbed her clit. Kate’s body was starting to move, she was nearing her climax. I could see Pete’s fingers were wet and shiny and I knew that wasn’t just the oil. Kate was breathing hard and suddenly she raised her bum a little, her body tensed and she clamped her legs shut around Pete’s hands, she squirmed and wriggled in pleasure as she came. She went limp and Pete pulled his hands away. Her legs relaxed and opened a little. Her pussy was so wet and shiny I wanted to jump through the window and fuck her right there. Pete just sat there staring at her pussy, my dick on the edge of cumming in my hand. Kate broke to the silence.
“So do you need to massage my front or are we done?”
Pete looked shocked, I was guessing he thought this was all over. “Errr, yeah sure, we can do upper body and thighs? We dont usually massage the stomach much but I can do lightly?” Pete muttered in a daze. He stepped back off the sofa sporting a massive tent pole in his shorts. I felt for him, at least my dick was out and in my hands. Kate looked over her shoulder at him;
“Well pass me the two towels and turn away…I mean we don’t want you seeing my pussy do we?” she said patronisingly to him. Pete was away with the fairies and no doubt all over the place in his head. He passed Kate the two towels and Kate gestured to him to get off the sofa and turn away and he did. I watched Kate roll over, her naked body for my eyes to see, pert tits and a beautiful landing strip. She was shagged out for sure and usually Kate only ever wanted one orgasm so I presumed she literally wanted a massage. Kate had other ideas. She grabbed the tiny hand towel and laid it carefully over her pussy. It was tiny, barely enough to cover her landing strip and pussy lips. “The bigger towel is covered in oil Pete so I’ve had to use the small one, I hope that’s okay?” she said lying there topless and near enough naked.
She acted as though nothing had just happened. Pete swing round and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Kates athletic body was now properly on show, her six pack, toned upper body, great pert tits and nipples, and her gorgeous thighs. Pete was flustered and his flag pole was certainly at maximum height. He poured oil onto Kate’s upper body between her breasts. Kate lay there, her eyes shut she looked too hot and sexy. My balls ached from edging, I needed to cum but this was simply too hot. Pete started massing her shoulders and and it wasnt long before his hands were around breasts. He slowly curved around the mounds, carefully, softly and sensually he rubbed them. He was testing the water for sure and after several circles his hands slid over them running onto her nipples. I could see they were erect as he carefully kneaded them. Kate lay motionless enjoying the experience and the exhibitionist in her. Pete moved south heading down to her stomach, he worked her sides and back to her breasts. He pushed the towel down a small and across amount and a hint of her landing strip was visable.
I swear he ran his hands over it a few times. I could see he wanted to head south again and it wasn’t long before he stepped away from the sofa and moved down to her legs. He stood to her side and started massaging her legs, he slid his hands up and down stopping at her ankles and then the hem of the towel. As before he worked professionally, massaging the top of her legs and then the backs of her calves. Kate opened her legs again just a small amount, enough for a tease but not more. Pete then moved onto the sofa again. He grabbed Kate’s leg and lifted it slightly to do her calves. Her legs naturally opened and Pete was aiming for a better view but the small towel did its job and clung to her pussy much to both Pete’s and my frustration. Pete worked that leg for a few minutes before he placed it down and grabbed the other, her leg lifted and to my delight the towel gave a small surrender and slid towards her stomach. A tiny glimpse of Kate’s pussy on view, small well trimmed hairs on her mound. Pete’s eyes watched the towel as his hands tried to push it away.
Pete laid her leg down and grabbed some more oil. He was now back working on her upper legs again and hips. I watched as his hands slid up her the top of her thighs and her very subtly pushed her towel up a tiny amount.
Each time he slide the towel higher, more and more of her pussy was on show and Kate never flinched. He pushed her legs open a little more. I could see under the shadow of the towel two lips, still shiny, her pussy now just on view. Her eyes shut, she almost looked like she was sleeping but she wasn’t. Kate whispered, “I thought you were doing my stomach?”
Pete looked utterly disappointed, “Err yes, sure…” he stuttered. He stepped out of Kates legs and added some oil to her flat stomach. Pete worked around slowly, he skirted her breasts again and skimmed around her nipples before heading back down south. Pete’s attempts to move the towel started and I watched his hand push the towel down. A tiny amount of landing strip on view suddenly increased, a few more circles and Pete’s hands slid a little under the towel over her pubic hair. I saw him glance at Kate’s face to see her reaction, she didn’t move. Another circle of her stomach and Pete’s hands slid even further under the little towel. This time the circle was smaller and his hand slid under and down onto her mound. The towel slid between her legs a little. Pete was now sliding his hand under the towel and from what I could see running his finger over my wife pussy. He pushed the towel down a little more and suddenly I could see most of her landing strip and just the start of her slit. Kate’s legs together Pete pushed his hand down once more and to my amazement Kate opened her legs offering Pete a blatant invite to finger her. Pete’s hand headed down and I saw Kate breath out as his fingers brushed over her now visible clit. The towel made its natural surrender and as it slid down between Kate’s open thighs, Pete tossed it to one side.
She was completely naked, her legs open and her wet little pussy right in front of Pete’s eyes. She was horny for sure, I could even see her clit poking through her wet lips under the her landing strip. Kate remained with eyes shut but to add to her tease she shuffled one her legs up, bending it slightly at the knee exposing her intimate area even more. Pete’s hands slid up her legs to her open invitation. He didn’t take as long this time to enter her pussy and I saw in a matter of 2 or 3 strokes he was rubbing and fingering her. His hand glided up her inner thigh and I saw his finger slide up her opening, over her clit and then down and inside her. Kate’s breathing intensive again. Pete’s other hand came over, one was fingering her whilst the other ran over her landing strip and down onto her clit. Kate’s legs widened again as Pete slowly wanked my wife off for the second time within the hour. He was more frantic this time, less gentle and Kate stepped in.
“Shhhhh Pete, gently…..” she hissed pushing Pete’s hands away, he stood there admiring my hot naked wife. Kate’s eyes opened and she looked into Pete’s who was like a startled Rabbit in the headlight.Kate rarely masterbated in front of me but again in yet another surprise I saw her hand come down from behind her head. She edged away from Pete and sat up a little, her hands slowly caressed her breast before carefully and slowly sliding down her stomach and then onto her pussy. Her fingers so gently caressed her outer lips and clit. She was fucking playing with herself in front of Pete and it was the horniest, sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life. Pete stared at her pussy, his dick was clearly visible through his shorts. Kate noticed his tent pole, she smiled at him and pointed at his dick. “Pete, do you want to cum on me?” she wispered
“Hell yes….” he whispered back.
“Go for it, I want you to cum all over me….” she whispered back as her hand headed back to her pussy. Her fingers slipped over her clit and she bit her lip. Pete pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang free, he stood over Kate admiring her with his shorts and boxers round his ankles. His dick was big and covered in pre-cum; he must have been as horny as me. He grabbed his hard shaft and slowly started wanking himself as Kate played with her clit. She shuffled again giving Pete the best view possible of her pussy. It was too much for me, she was so exposed, so wet and her pussy looked so inviting I couldn’t take it any more and I felt my balls tighten. I focused on Kate’s fingers, wet and slowly circling over her opening. I went dizzy I was cumming so hard, hot spunk shot all over the wall under the window, I came again and again trying not to lose focus on Kate through the window, I felt dizzy as I shot load after load. I looked up to see Kate dipping her finger inside her wet pussy again and Pete dick flinched. As I slowly stopped and regathered my thoughts with my now limp dick in my hand, I managed to focus again on Pete and Kate. Kate was playing harder, her body twitching, she was nearing as was Pete. Pete’s expressing changed;
“I’m cumming…..” he said breathing hard. He wanked hard, his dick red and swollen, his eyes fixed on Kate’s body. “Ahhhh fuck….” Pete moaned, I’d never seen another man masterbate let alone cum on my wife and yet Pete was doing exactly that. He closed his eyes, he had an intense stare and Kate was transfixed and she too bucked and moaned nearing cumming again. Pete suddenly fired his first load, hot sperm shot across Kate’s landing strip, a clear line of white crossing her black bush, Pete’s eyes opened and he watched as another load splashed over her pussy lips, again and again spunk fired out mostly over Kate’s stomach and pussy. Kate never stopped, she was rubbing Petes cum into her clit before she too tensed up, her body frozen bar her fingers moving, she lifted her ass off the sofa as Pete’s final spunk dripped from his dick. Kate moaned and then suddenly went limp. She pulled her hand away and lay back on the sofa. Her legs open, her pussy exposed and a line of cum in her landing strip slowly running down her slit. Pete panting, his dick like mine now limp in his hand. He grinned impressed with his seed all over my wife. Kate grabbed a towel and started wiping herself down. She grabbed her robe and underwear and shuffled off for a shower, as she left the room she smiled at Pete;
“Great massage..… Maybe again some time?”
Pete pulled his shorts up and beamed ear to ear. Kate was gone and I pulled away from the window tucking my own dick into my trousers. It was then I heard the window upstairs open and Kate leaned out:
“It was a great massage” she called down. I looked up and smiled at her, “Her eyes narrowed…. “and by the way” she said…”I’ll leave the gap a little wider next time in the curtain”. She winked at me and put a finger to her mouth as a gesture to keep it our little secret. Cheeky cow, I never knew she knew I could see. I couldn’t wait now to get her naked again and relive it. Pete appeared with two beers, he seemed a little sheepish but I assured him Kate just told me how good you were and how professional. “Well done Pete, cheers mate” I smiled and Pete relaxed. He doesn’t know to this day I know but its still one of my biggest secrets
Being adopted by Clint Barton was a little like being beaten to death with a throw pillow.
“Go with it,” the Widow had said, “he’s missing Kate.”
Bucky had no idea who Kate was - although he knew, by now, that she was ‘perfect’ and 'smart’ and 'the actual Hawkeye’ - but he was questioning her judgement wherever she was. He wasn’t sure why someone would leave this.
Sleeping on Clint’s couch brought with it first dibs on the newspaper in the morning. Brought coffee, black as sin, in a star-covered mug that had showed up in Clint’s cupboard without a word. Brought a dog, heavy and happy and musty-smelling, weighing down his feet or his lap as he sat in the evenings, always obedient to where Clint told it to go.
“Hey Katie-Kate,” Clint told his phone, a little grin wrinkling the band aid on his cheek, “you are beautiful and perfect as ever and I love you,” and then he listened as Kate talked like the grin was his resting expression. Bucky tried not to let his look linger too long, but eventually he had to go take Lucky for a walk, just for the sake of plausible denial.
Clint brought him pierogi and beer and a pretty freakin’ stone he’d found when he took Lucky for walks. He bought some kinda kids’ de-tangling shampoo and left it conspicuously in the shower. Clint lifted Bucky’s feet when he was sprawled out watching a movie on the couch, manoeuvred himself carefully under, put them on his lap, then started to idly massaging them as things exploded on screen.
he’s missing Kate Bucky told himself, determined, but the compliments were seriously the last straw.
“Such a nice young man,” Mrs Lei said, cornering Clint when he had the front door half open, “he helped me up with my groceries, so considerate!”
Bucky didn’t move from the couch; she’d already talked his ear off once today, and now he knew the names of all her grandchildren.
“Oh yeah,” Clint said, “Bucky’s basically perfection in human form,” all casual.
“And so handsome!” Mrs Lei added, and Clint laughed.
“Hot like the surface of the sun,” he agreed, tone matter of fact like it was the truth. “He should be in a gallery someplace.”
“You hold onto this one,” she told him, and when Clint walked through the door his cheeks were still pink.
“I’m not Kate,” Bucky said, and Clint whirled around and grabbed at his chest like a startled maiden aunt, which in other circumstances would be hilarious.
“This is true,” Clint said, once he’d recovered. “You’re Bucky. You remember, we’ve been over this.”
Bucky pushed himself to his feet, paced away from Clint and back towards him, one hand pushed into his hair.
“I’m not your girlfriend, Clint,” he ground out. “You can’t say things like - ”
Clint’s face was screwed up into an expression of blended disgust and horror.
“Kate is a shining perfect girl child who could kick my ass six ways to Sunday and also legitimately be my daughter,” Clint said. “Why the hell would I be dating her?”
“But -” Bucky said. “Natasha said you were missing her, that that was why you were being so nice to -”
Clint turned to start unpacking his groceries, tossing a bag of spinach - which he hated - towards the refrigerator.
“You,” Clint said after a second, “could also kick my ass six ways to Sunday. Plus the whole hot as hell, stubbed perfection, heart of gold thing. Why the hell would you be dating me?”
Bucky took the packet of noodles out of Clint’s hand and tossed them onto the counter behind him. Stepping in close and watching the blue of Clint’s eyes darken was the best kind of ego trip.
“Pretty much because you’re beautiful and perfect,” Bucky said, thoughtful, and ducked in to press his mouth to Clint’s while his eyes were still startled and wide.
It’s 1:30 in the morning and I’m thinking about how when Kate McKinnon was approached by a SNL employee who held out a cue card and said “can you sign this for my son’s tutor who loves you?” she had just finished a long day of rehearsals and a live show and it was probably like 1:30 in the morning then too but she fucking damn well said sure and she wrote out a little message. “ hi Mary - Thanks for doing the lord’s work! - Kate McKinnon”
I’m crying in the club I’m too gay and she’s too pure. I can’t wait to pick up the frame tomorrow and show you all this gift.