Cute idea: Every one doesn't know what to get dad for fathers day, so they get him a mug. Morality ends up with about 6 different "#1dad"/"Worlds best dad" coffee mugs and he loves each and every one of them.
Part Seven! Seriously they just love each other. So much. I literally rolled my eyes writing some of this because oh my god the fluff. Also a little bit of drama making its way in, but nothing too bad. Catch up on the story HERE. Thank you so much for the likes/comments/ messages every single one of them makes my day! I love hearing from you guys! Enjoy this update, lovelies!
**************************** Morning came too soon.
Tony sat propped up on the single pillow left on the bed, waiting for Bucky to come back from the kitchen, idly rubbing over the hand shaped bruise on his hip.
“I’m sorry about that honey.” Bucky said with a frown, dropping back into the bed with some water. “I should have been gentler.”
“It’s fine.” Tony waved him off. “It will be a nice reminder that these twenty four hours actually happened. When you’re half a world away by tonight I’ll be able to–”
“Hey.” Bucky covered his mouth with a gentle kiss. “None of that.”
“Sorry.” Tony abandoned the pillow in favor of laying across Bucky’s chest, his fingers tracing down over lots of bare skin, tracing the deep vee of Bucky’s hip bone, loving that the soldier had yet to put any clothes back on. “I tend to be dramatic.”
“I know.” Bucky kissed the top of his head and held him closer, rubbing his back comfortingly, smiling when he saw the framed poem sitting on the nightstand.
“I didn’t notice the poem there last night.”
“Yeah well, it’s been there since you sent it. And last night we were busy.” Tony mumbled and Bucky grinned.
“Damn right we were.”
“Can I ask you something?” Tony shifted in his arms, looking up at him curiously.
“Ask me whatever you want, Tony. Anything you want.”
“It sounds weird when you say it like that. Like you should be making fun of me but aren’t.” Tony wrinkled his nose and Bucky laughed out loud, tugging a wonderfully naked Tony up and into his lap, running his big hands in soothing strokes up his sides and arms. “I just like hearing you talk sweet thing. After so many months of just letters I can’t get enough. So ask me baby. What’s on your mind?”
“What would you have done if you showed up and I didn’t want to see you?” Tony asked slowly and Bucky’s eyebrows drew together in a frown.
“Why would you ask that?” He reached for the comforter, dragging it up and over Tony’s shoulders, shielding them both against the morning chill.
“Because if the situation were reversed… and I’d showed up at your place, and you hadn’t wanted to see me I’d…well I’d probably fling some fantastic insult at you then check into a shitty motel and cry into a bottle of scotch for a week.” Tony shrugged. “What about you?”
“Oh. Alright. Let me think about it.” Bucky was quiet for a minute, his hands moving lower, over the firm roundness of Tony’s ass, fingers trailing through the cleft there, searching and pressing where he was so warm, and still just a bit sore.
Tony hissed a little and shifted forward, resting his head on Bucky’s shoulder. “You like that, don’t you babe? When I touch you like this.” Bucky said with a pleased smile and Tony sighed into his neck, lifting himself up as Bucky worked him open, pausing just long enough to get the nearly empty bottle of lube. “You’re almost out honey. Should we get more?”
“Won’t need it after you leave.” Tony said with a little shrug. “It’s just you, Bucky. I don’t need it for… any other reason. Haven’t for a while, even before our phone call.”
“How long?” He asked, scooting down in the bed, running his hand over himself, reaching for a condom. “How long Tony, since you haven’t needed–”
“Close to two years.” Tony answered. “Several months before my accident. And not after my accident until you. So it’s just you.”
Bucky was silent, watching as Tony lifted himself up, and took him deep into himself with one long slow slide. When Tony shouted his name as he tipped over the edge into an orgasm, when Bucky followed just a few seconds later, the soldier swallowed what he really wanted to say, and held his lover tight, as close as he could, just hoping beyond reason, praying, that Tony knew what hadn’t been said.
************************* “You never answered me.” Tony said later, after they had cleaned up and were laying across the bed again. “About what you would do.”
Bucky exhaled loudly. “OK Tony. If I’d come here and you hadn’t wanted me like I wanted you, I would have taken my poetry back and burned your building to the ground.”
Tony burst into laughter. “What? That’s a total overreaction! Wait, I can’t tell if you’re joking. Are you joking?” He looked up to meet Bucky’s gaze. “You are so intense and I kind of hate that I love it. Tell me the truth soldier, am I sleeping with a crazy person?”
“I don’t know what you mean by that.” Bucky shrugged. “We haven’t been sleeping at all.”
“Seriously.” Tony insisted and he sighed.
“Seriously? Tony, I would shaken your hand and walked out the door. And never answered when you called or written you anything ever again because you… you would have broken my heart.”
Tony blinked back whatever emotion was making his eyes well up and cleared his throat. “Already that invested, huh baby buckeroo?”
“Already that invested, sugar.” Bucky brushed his knuckles over Tony’s face.
“Yeah.” Tony said, his throat tight. “Me too.” *******************
“I’m gonna write you from the plane.” Bucky said as he finished buttoning his jacket. “Will you write me back?”
Tony handed him his hat. “I always do.”
To: Bucky –Pepper told me to go change but I’m sitting at my desk and writing you real fast. I can’t believe you’re here, sitting downstairs in my office. Whatever gave you the idea to just show up here was… genius. –I can’t wait to spend tonight with you. So many plans. So many naked plans. ************************ To: Bucky –you fell asleep faster than me. It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Still can’t believe you’re here soldier. I’m gonna be a wreck in the morning I’m already sure of it so sorry in advance. –I’m also gonna have a you sized hand print on my hip and I freaking love that –I forgot to ask you about the red star on your jacket shoulder. Remind me. ****************** To:Bucky –you literally just stepped away to the kitchen and I miss you. I hate it. I don’t want to tear up when you leave so I’m not going to let you say anything too nice. –I hate that you didn’t ditch your family and spend the whole ten days with me. I don’t even care if that’s rude. –you know poetry isn’t really my thing, not near as good with words as you are, but I hope you know that… well, you know. What we didn’t say last night. I hope you know how I feel. –stay safe soldier. –come home soon
**************** Bucky cleared his throat, carefully folding the scraps of paper Tony had scribbled notes on and somehow shoved into his jacket. He hadn’t found them until he’d reached for his tickets and boarding pass in his pocket, and they’d fallen to the floor. He’d had to wait till he’d gotten settled in his set and the plane had taken off, but he’d finally pulled them back out, smoothing the letters and reading them a few different times. Then he started to write back. *************** To: Tony –I made it onto the plane. Heading to Germany first, then back to base. –sweet thing, I wish I would have skipped seeing everyone else and been brave enough to show up at your place as soon as I arrived. –hopefully I haven’t lost your interest, since I was told tall dark and handsome only guarantees me a night and most of the following morning. Maybe that’s less true now, hm? –I am sorry I bruised you, not sorry that you’ll be forced to remember me for at least a week. Now that I know you are YOU I’m a lot less convinced of my ability to charm my way into permanent place in your heart, not with as much as you have going on every day. I kind of loved the idea of you pining away behind a desk with nothing better to do than be waiting for my letters –I still want a picture of you. Need a picture of you. I’m not going to forget how you look anytime soon but it would be nice to have something to keep in pocket. I’ll send one for you too. –and I know, honey. I do. And I get why nothing was said, it’s fine. But I know. And I hope you do too. –I’ll send this as soon as I get back to base so you know I made it –I miss you Tony –I’ll be safe. Ps. The red star is the symbol for my unit. All the men have one on their uniform. ******************** To: Bucky –I bought more pillows. Didn’t ever bother me how big my bed was until I shared it with you. So thanks for ruining that for me. –pepper won’t quit asking about you, as if i can magically talk to you anytime I want and ask you questions to satisfy her curiosity. I only know so many officers after all, only so many phone calls I can wrangle out of them. –a picture of us together surfaced from the charity dinner. Your face is pretty hidden but it’s obvious I’m staring dramatically into the eyes of a man, so now rumors are everywhere, but that doesn’t bother me. Would it bother you if the General public knew we were kind of dating? –what are holidays like over there? Can I send you a box or something? A video phone call? Because it’s not really the holidays without getting some kind of sex after all –my bruises are all gone. Kind of hate it. Kind of glad my hips aren’t sore anymore. I wonder if I’ll ever get used to your size or if it’s always gonna be like that –I miss you. We should try for a phone call soon. Not for any reason other than to talk, I don’t just want you for your body and that sexy Brooklyn boy accent you have. I mean I definitely want you for those reasons, but I’d like to just hear you anyway. –how long has it been for you? Since you were with anyone else? You know how long it’s been for me. I just… I won’t be mad or anything. I get it. War time. Soldiers. You’re gorgeous. I get it. I just want to know. -stay safe Bucky baby. All of you guys. Tony Ps. Can we have a code word instead of saying you know all the time. It’s not that I don’t want to say it. I promise. You understand, right?
************************* To: Tony –I’d apologize for the bed thing but I’m not really sorry. Selfishly I want you to be lonely every time you lay there without me. I’m glad the bruises are gone. Glad you aren’t sore. What did I say about crossing shit out, sweetheart? I want to know whatever you are thinking about. For what it matters, I hope you never get used to me inside you. Not because I want you to hurt or anything but I hope it always makes you swear and groan and say my name, cuz I’m never gonna get tired of that. –wouldn’t bother me at all if people knew we were dating. Because we are together right? I don’t like the word kind of, don’t use that anymore. I like you, you like me, right? No kind of about it. –I’d love to be able to talk on the phone, but honestly things are rough here right now. Rotations are longer, breaks are shorter. Can’t say too much, but things are… rough. Don’t believe everything the news says. I can’t really predict when I’m here and when I’m not and I’d hate for you to call and me not be here. –I get it Tony, about not ready to say anything like that. It’s fine. It is. Because as long as you know what I feel, and you feel the same things then it’s always gonna be fine. – And Tony, it’s been years for me. In fact, I can count on one hand the number of men I’ve been with. I’ve always been careful, if that’s an issue. I’m clean. I waited till I was eighteen and shipping out for boot camp before even admitting to anyone besides Steve that I was gay. Lost my virginity that same night and you can imagine it wasn’t spectacular. A few times during my first tour, and when I was home for six months before my second tour I dated a nice guy but it didn’t last. So besides you and my hand, it’s been years. I was just.. waiting for someone worth my time. Honestly didn’t think I’d find that person until I was back home and not touring again. Wasn’t even looking for that person yet. But I found you, didn’t I? Or maybe you found me? –I’ve got to go, we are heading out in the morning and I’ve been writing instead of packing. –write me back sweet thing I can’t wait to hear from you. Ps- a box is fine but not necessary. Letters from you are amazing. They always try to hook us up with something good to eat for thanksgiving/Christmas, but half the time I’m out on rotation anyway. war doesn’t stop because of the date. ****************** To Bucky –happy holidays, soldier, since I know I might not hear back/be able to write back until after everything, especially since your rotations are getting longer. –I’m sending you a box definitely. Why would you be definitely 100% no kind of about it dating a rich guy if you didn’t get big presents for Christmas? –so a business thing real quick. I was approached by a team of researchers from Germany and Sweden who want to work with robotics and strength serums and soldiers. Like make them into cyborgs. Have you heard anything about that over there? It’s an interesting concept and I am reading up on it, because it could absolutely be what remakes war for this generation. But it seems… morally skewed. Turning men into machines. They want me to develop the robotics side of things. Tell me how you, as a soldier would feel about fighting next to or against super soldiers, or how you would feel about being one yourself. –I’m glad you understand. Thank you. Maybe one day we can talk about why talking about stuff like us and relationships and the four letter word that begins with ‘L’ is difficult for me, but for right now thank you. –and thank you for telling me about.. well all of that. Your number of partners made me feel like a complete man whore but hey, my twenties were pretty wild. And for the record I’m clean too. Tested regularly, especially since I dabbled in recreational drugs quite a bit for a while there. Not in years tho. I’m serious. Years. So maybe next time when we have more time we can skip the precautions and just make a fucking mess sorry about that. That was pretty vulgar even for me. All I’m saying is, if you’re good and I’m good, I want to know what it feels like to just have you. There that was a more romantic way of putting it, right? Staring at your poem all day must be wearing off on me. –I think your mouth erased some of my scars. We need to try that treatment again asap. –stay safe for me, soldier. –come home soon. ********************** To: Tony –happy one year anniversary of your accident. I know this won’t reach you until closer to Christmas, mail is so much slower this time of year, but happy anniversary anyway. I know you hate that your scars haven’t faded and that it still hurts to take deep breaths but honey just think of all you and I would have missed out on, if you didn’t have those reminders. It would mean that you hadn’t survived that crash and I’ve already told you I can’t handle that thought. Because of that four letter word that starts with ‘L’. –seriously you don’t have to send me anything. Just a picture. That’s all I want. And if it’s one of your professionally done ones for a magazine I’m gonna be pissed. Send me a real one. –cyborg soldiers. Tony, Steve was approached a while ago about something like that. Not robotics, but basically testing a new steroid or something. Accelerated healing, extra strength without the extra mass, extra speed. Sounds a lot like what you are looking into. All he said when I asked him is that it was in no way a possibility for him now, at least not until this tour is over and we are home. He thinks arbitrarily selecting soldiers to be super soldiers and then unleashing them on the rest of the troops is a horrible idea, and I do too. If these super soldiers were ever created it should be entire units, not just one or two men in a unit. How can you expect regular men to follow an enhanced Captain into battle, knowing he will walk away every time and they probably won’t? –I kind of like the idea of being a super soldier. I’m lethal enough now, the serum would just make me unbeatable. Heady stuff. –I miss you sweetheart. Wish we were spending the holidays together. Guarantee you’d be wearing mistletoe and a red ribbon and that’s about it. –Oh and I agree. We should try a mouth on scar treatment asap. Longer this time. Several days. Oh honey, Let’s make a mess together. Want to know how you taste, want to know if I can fit all of you in my mouth. Want to know what you feel like inside me. I want it all. Let’s make a fucking mess. We can burn the sheets after. –are you blushing yet? –write me back baby
“We moved in packs together bounded by our oldest brothers The night was ours for taking, rolling cigarettes and sneaking out We sung our songs of youth and promised that we’d never lose it.”
— Hippo Campus