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Kiss kiss, bang bang

Summary:

Tony doesn’t even know when it started.

 

Which is kind of a lie because of course he fucking knows when. If it weren’t so many levels of clingy and weird, he’d have a plaque made to commemorate the joyous occasion. But since it was, clingy and weird that is, he resolved to just be cool, it’s no big deal, just pretend the Winter Soldier kissing you is completely normal.

 

Because when it happened isn’t the problem. It’s why.

Notes:

I was trying to kind of follow the supposed pattern of how Tony's mind works hence the state of this. Also, hello, I'm a mess.

Forgive me, Grammar Gods, I know not what I do.

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Tony doesn’t even know when it started.

Which is kind of a lie because of course he fucking knows when. If it weren’t so many levels of clingy and weird, he’d have a plaque made to commemorate the joyous occasion. But since it was, clingy and weird that is, he resolved to just be cool, it’s no big deal, just pretend the Winter Soldier kissing you is completely normal.

Because when it happened isn’t the problem. It’s why.

It haunts him.

He wakes up at night sweating because what if I don’t do the  thing and I don’t get kisses?  Which is ridiculous because – whatever it was, wasn’t even something special.

The thing that led to the kissing, not the actual kiss. Suggesting otherwise is blasphemous, and Tony could already feel his dick stirring at the thought of it. He'd like to state for the record that he knows it isn’t normal because he’s been kissed plenty before and that’s never happened which really only emphasizes how supremely important it was for it to continue because data needs to be collected. For science.

Anyway.

Tony got Friday to relay the video feed in his lab where it happened: Bucky hangs out. Tony sciences. They blow things up for fun. Bucky makes him coffee and brings him food. Tony does maintenance on Bucky’s arm. Bucky makes sure he collapses safely on the couch and tucks him in. Tony enlightens Bucky about everything he's missed in the past seventy-odd years, and Bucky looks amazed at everything Tony makes (and says and does, but that could just be a combination of Tony's romanticism and hormones).

It's great, wonderful, awesome. Every interaction with the man is legitimately the highlight of Tony's day.

Back to the point: The Moment, as Tony likes to refer to it as, happened completely out of the blue on a completely normal day.

Granted, Tony was in a shitty mood.

Bucky being around alleviated it by pure virtue of his presence, and let Tony vent because he was a good friend like that.

And yes, they were friends, Tony liked to think. It’s the crux of the matter really.

Because if Bucky had been anyone else, literally anyone else, Tony would have climbed all over that.

Seriously.

His lab – nay – the entire penthouse –would be baptized; every nook and cranny.

Every surface possible: every angle he could possibly twist himself into, Tony was down with it. He’s talking about devouring – savoring – fucking worshipping every inch of James Buchanan Barnes if Bucky had been anyone else.

You see, because Tony’s lucky in all the ways that matter (genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist), he struck out on the easier stuff. Like being good at making friends or being good at relationships, and having people not hate him. It’s cosmic science. Can’t give someone everything, can they?

The Rogues are still pretty iffy about him after the business with the Accords which who the fuck really cares about them anyway when they caved and signed, in the end? Except the actual issue here is that Bucky’s bestest friend – the guy who started the whole Civil War nonsense, and who almost burned down a fucking city in Germany – was Captain fucking America.

For all intents and purposes, Tony’s still in the doghouse with the good ole Cap, regardless of the fact that Tony is the one that got them those shiny pardons in the first place.

Putting aside that particular brand of bullshit, at least Bucky avoids mentioning the combined state of their lives whenever possible. An executive decision taken after his and Tony’s uncomfortably candid conversation about what Bucky remembered of his role in murdering Tony's parents.

(They wailed on each other for at least ten minutes. Or rather, Bucky let Tony do the wailing with Bucky apologizing between the ass-whooping he graciously allowed because, “I deserve it, I do. Hydra pointed the gun and I pulled the trigger and I deserve it.”

Then there were tears because, “I’m angry; everything hurts. But it wasn’t you, you-you wouldn’t be sorry if you meant it.”

And then there was a loaded silence before Tony finally hobbled away, broken all over again, and Bucky had stayed and tried to put him back together.)

Nonetheless, it made the Making of the Moment all the more confusing because why do it?

In the context of everything, and in the context of he and Bucky shooting the shit as their new normal dictated, what made Bucky change the game?

Was it Tony’s complaining? Was it him rhapsodising over his innumerable laundry list of responsibilities and people trying to pull him for an idiot? Tony can admit, he’s got a way with words. But to have Bucky sigh, grab hold of Tony’s chin and press a patient kiss on his lips like they did that every day? What universe did Tony wake up in?

Worse yet, any compulsion to immediately give credence to that possibility didn’t even make it up Tony’s brain stem because Bucky had fucking drawled like some cliche romantic hero, “Just say the word, doll, I’ll take care of it.”

And what had Tony done instead of checking to see if Bucky had been replaced by a pod person? Bum-fucking-nothing. Instead, he’d looked up at Bucky, dazed and stupid, and the Moment became Tony’s Entire Life.

Even he’d think he was overexaggerating the situation if something had changed – besides the making out – but it hadn’t.

Bucky still showed up to tinker with Tony. He would still ask questions, make very blatant pop culture references to which Tony answered with his own only to have Bucky raise his brows and deadpan that he, “doesn’t understand that reference” when Tony damn well knew he did the little shit. They would eat, and nap, and blow things up, and.

Nothing had changed.

Except for the kissing, obviously. That was currently fucking around with Tony’s head.

Whether it was a greeting kiss on the cheek as Bucky entered the lab, or an absent kiss on Tony’s temple when they were honest-to-god cuddling on the couch, a kiss on his forehead just before he fell asleep, and the several occasions Bucky just – cornered him.

Big hands resting on either side of the counter, thighs bracketing Tony’s, mouth sucking supplications against his neck while a hint of teeth pulled moans against his skin and kiss-swollen lips, and goddamn it – there’s that fucking hard on all over again.It occurred to Tony then that the only way to get to the bottom of this was to ask.

It meant having a Very Serious, Very Important Conversation which Tony has been a pathological liar about since Pepper because he’s embraced the simple fact that knowing someone is his is his undoing in life. Despite his reputation (genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist), Tony doesn't quite live up to it in its entirely, particularly the playboy aspect. Tony's always been rather horrifically monogamous, and this situationship, isn't any different.

Tony’s never had anyone in his life that was just his. To rely on, to depend on; to go home to in the purely non-platonic-more-than-family-more-than-friends category. He's talking about belonging to someone, whole-heart, whole-soul; the whole shebang.

Tony wants it.

And yeah, risks aside, heartbreaks and disappointments withstanding, Tony’s a big fucking softie about relationships. To have that with Bucky sounds like the closest thing to grace and mercy he’s ever gotten.

Of course, with the Very Serious, Very Important Conversation would come the inevitable question of whether or not Bucky feels the same which is why Tony’s currently struggling to put it into words.

Though it might also be because Bucky’s tongue is in his mouth, but that was just a technicality.

They had just come back from a mission, though they separated after the debriefing, Tony soon found Bucky in the lab. He still smelled of gun oil, leather and just a hint of blood that probably (highly unlikely) wasn't his anyway. Mission fresh, Tony couldn’t even blame Bucky for it (not that he would, it was all sorts of hot having all that lethal danger all up in his business), Tony himself was still in his under-suit after all.

“Hey Buckaroo,” he greeted, and the Very Serious, Very Important Conversation was on the tip of his tongue until Bucky had an arm around his waist and was dragging him on his lap on the couch.

There were no logical discussions on feelings and "what are we?" to be had when the only thing going through Tony’s mind was pleasefuckmore when the solid heat of the Winter Soldier was palming, searching, branding, and grinding into his skin through the skintight suit, all delicious pressure and perfect friction and just barely there growls of approval.

His groans were swallowed whole until all he could do was pant as Bucky’s mouth traced bruises against his neck.

“Uh…uh…B…Bucky?” he stuttered.

In turn, he hummed, his eyes opening a slit to reveal ice-grey eyes, practically less than a ring around blown up pupils before he smirked and pressed on. Mouthing against heated flesh over Tony’s rapidly beating heart roaring in his ears, Bucky purred, “Yeah, kotenok?”

“I – We – we’re kissing.”

He exhaled, and it sounded like a laugh. “We can do more than that if you want.”

Oh god, yes, please. Gimme, gimme, gimme - No! The Very Serious, Very Important Conversation needs to happen and it needs to happen now before.

Tony’s traitorous body had its own plans as he ground his hips hard against the very clear evidence of the Soldier’s arousal. Throwing his head back to groan through clenched teeth, Bucky swore, “Fuck, kotenok, knew you’d feel good, so fucking sweet for me.”

That tongue of his could do so many filthy-dirty-no-good-things that Tony practically whimpered, the blood in his brain heading south, and okay – god, we need to talk now! “Wh-what does it mean?” Tony wasn’t sure if he was stuttering because he was nervous or because Bucky had his hips in his hands and was guiding him up and down against his clothed cock, but it was probably the latter because there are literally stars blinking behind his eyes and Jesus Christ, this is what heaven probably feels like.

With another huff of a laugh, Bucky slowed – unfair! – before proceeding to flip them over to hover over Tony, looking like the predator he definitely was. “I kiss you because I want to. Because I want you, you’re mine, and you’re going to get used to it because I intend to remind you of it as often as you’ll let me. Am I being clear enough, Tony?” And though Bucky’s all control and power, he waited for agreement– consent – and at that moment Tony decides, fuck it.

Tugging Bucky down by the nape of his neck, hot delicious-perfect-amazing mouth inches off of his, Tony murmured lowly, “Ready to comply, Soldat.”

 

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