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New York shone a scalding shade of white under the 2 pm sun. Nobody wandered on the streets; even tourists had ducked into cafes. They ordered an iced latte and sank into a wicker chair, gazing half-heartedly at the lobby of the Watch Tower across the road, hadn’t given up on the hope of a chance meeting with an Avenger. But even the receptionist at the tower was dozing off behind the desk carved out of marble.
“I bet the Red Guardian is taking a nap,” one tourist said.
His friend agreed, resting her head on one hand. “John Walker is probably doing his taxes.”
The other nodded. “So true. What else would he be doing?”
“I bet the Widow is still training.”
The man agreed again before pressing the ice coffee to his face, letting out an exaggerated sigh as his cheek cooled down. “Bucky’s training too.”
His friend mimicked him at that. “So true. What else would he be doing?”
“God,” Bucky threw his head back. His legs were about to give out.
Before him, Yelena let out a mischievous grin despite her lips stretching around his cock.
She hollowed her cheeks again. Bucky’s metal hand shot back to steady himself against the wall. A sprinkle of paint came off. His other hand that was in Yelena’s hair spasmed, pulling her in, his cock hitting the back of her throat.
Yelena shut her eyes, feeling the electricity running through her body. When she reopened them, Bucky was looking at her, pupils already blown.
She readjusted her kneeling position, spreading her thighs further apart and planting her hands on the wood floor, so her head tilted further back. When Bucky thrust again, his eyes went wide on the feeling of Yelena’s throat tightening around him.
Ecstasy flashed across his face. Then a hint of uncertainty. He refocused his eyes on Yelena. The pair of bright eyes that stared back at him held his gaze with nothing but silent encouragement and wild innocent temptation.
Bucky’s breath caught in his throat. He picked up pace and fucked into her mouth again and again before pulling back knowing he was about to stumble across the line. Yet a hand behind his thigh stopped him halfway. He didn’t have time to adjust. Hot white cum shot out of him and landed across Yelena’s face and her mouth waiting with tongue stuck out.
For a moment, Bucky heard nothing but his own heartbeats thumping between his ears. When he steadied himself enough, he looked down and locked eyes with Yelena.
Mischief and innocence bloomed on her face like that rare hour when the sun and the moon shone together. She paused meaningfully at him before wiped her finger across her cum-covered cheek and brought it to her lips. Wide eyes with a sheer layer of mist, cheeks and mouth a dewy shade of pink, she parted her tender lips and sucked the tip of her finger in.
Bucky almost came again.
He cursed under his breath and ran a hand through his black locks that were damp with sweat.
Meanwhile, Yelena got up on her feet. She bounced to the corner of the room for napkins and to retrieve the shirt Bucky yanked off her in a haste.
She even had her jeans on. Bucky blinked, suddenly feeling vulnerable. He grabbed a pillow and covered himself.
“Aww,” Yelena cooed.
Bucky blushed. His fingers jerked as if caught between letting the pillow go and preserving his dignity.
He cleared his throat. “Ahem, uhm, you leaving?” He gestured at the backpack in Yelena’s hand.
“Yea, I’m going to a cafe to work for a bit.”
He was stupid enough to think she packed to stay the night with him.
“Oh ok.” The pillow in his hand was oddly getting heavier. He dropped his gaze at his feet. Something inside him was twisted into a knot. There were lots of things inside him twisted into knots, and usually it was manageable. Who would he be without his perpetuating minor crises? But this particular knot protruded. Bucky did not know if it was because the knot was loosely tied or it was actually just gigantic.
He looked up, carefully.
“You want me to go with you?”
Yelena cocked her head at him.
A beat passed.
Bucky thought he was sweating again. Not in a good way this time.
“No, it’s fine.” Yelena shrugged. “I just have to do some research. You’d be bored out of your mind sitting there.”
No, I won’t.
No, it’s not fine.
“Okay, have fun,” Somehow Bucky managed.
“Bye, you too.” Yelena smiled warmly at him before heading to the door.
“Wait!”
She turned around, baffled.
In two strides, Bucky was in front of her. He brushed her loose strands of hair into places and smoothed out a wrinkle on her shirt.
“Ok.” His lips flattened into an almost smile.
Yelena looked at her shirt and back at Bucky.
“You’re the sweetest. I’ll miss you when I work.”
She opened the door and left.
Bucky turned to the room and stared blankly at the chair they knocked over twenty minutes ago.
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
He couldn’t just ask Sam or Walker or his friends from the carpenter workshop. Yes, he did have friends. And yes, he did have hobbies. He was not Walker who spent this afternoon in his room filing taxes. Come on, Bucky didn’t even file taxes. He assumed there had to be someone in the massive management team who did such things for them. Or, he could have already committed tax evasion without knowing.
The point was Yelena and him were friends with benefits, not just any friends with benefits, but the secret kind that required them to sneak in and out of each other’s room.
He couldn’t just stand up during one of the team dinners and sing-song like a seventeen-century lovesick young knight.
“Oh, what would I do when the love of my life only wants to use me for sex?”
The only reaction he would get would be Sam and Walker, like a pair of true ding-dongs, asking:
“You guys explore each other’s bodies?! :O”
Even Bucky knew he deserved better than that. Yelena deserved better than that. Their incredible, ten out of ten sex deserved better than that.
He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms.
They did have a team hangout planned tonight. Ava and Bob made a reservation at a newly opened club.
Bucky had conflicted feelings about the choice.
On one hand, it seemed like a return to form for him to return to a club, to the dance floor, to the girls and guys lining up to get his attention. But he didn’t want other people’s attention, even though the person he wanted seemed to only give attention to his dick not his person. And he was nervous. After all these years, what if he returned and found out that he no longer had it in him? That he had become this boring practical old man who couldn’t let loose and enjoy life? No wonder Yelena wouldn’t want you.
Bucky sighed and walked to the shower.
He was the one who cummed on Yelena’s face. Yet he felt like Yelena had marked him everywhere on his body.