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Tony had always known that he would attend college earlier than your average student, but being a freshman at 16 was…weird to say the least. He might’ve been a genius in every way, but he was still slightly less experienced than, well, everyone. All of his time had been dedicated to get him to graduate high school early and get into a good college. When that was accomplished he set up a new goal, which was to graduate college as a top student. Well, somewhere around his sophomore year he got bored.
Coffee, class, class, coffee, class, coffee, homework, coffee. That had basically been his life these past two years. It was the start of his third year, and he’d gotten so used to everything that nothing really bothered him anymore. He passed his classes easily. Homework took up time, but was a piece of cake. Coffee was essential. Sleep wasn’t really necessary. He’d made some good friends during his time there – he somehow knew that Rhodey would be a huge part of his life even after school – but he rarely could tag along anywhere due to his age. He was 18 going on 19, and not even close to the age limit of most bars. It sucked, but there was nothing he could do. He wasn’t stupid enough to try to get a hold of a fake ID. If Howard found out, he would be screwed.
So therefore he spent most of his weekend nights locked in his dorm room, a book perched on his lap, dreaming of the day he would have his own lab. Usually he was alone, but this year he’d managed to get paired up with a rather interesting roommate.
Steve was 21, blond, muscular, and yes, quite handsome. He looked like that typical jock type who’d be able to beat Tony down with just a finger, since Tony was rather scrawny. But in fact, Steve was the exact opposite of that. He was a complete sweetheart. There really was no other way for Tony to put it, something that had been a great source for teasing from Rhodey. Steve wouldn’t hurt a fly. He loved reading and sketching, and preferred to spend his nights keeping Tony company, claiming he enjoyed the calm more than a party. It all astounded Tony. He didn’t know if Steve was just being nice and would eventually abandon him as the semester went on, but he was grateful for the gesture.
Tony had endured countless bullies in his life, so when Steve suddenly stepped into their dorm room with a suitcase in his hand, Tony had been terrified. Steve must’ve noticed, because he’d given him a small smile before offering his hand in a formal greeting, his voice soft and careful as he introduced himself. Tony had been wary at first, but eventually he warmed up to the guy. They were stuck with each other for the year, after all.
They had been back in school for about a month, and Tony was bored. He longed for something. Anything. He needed something to happen or he would go crazy. His life was too monotonous. He needed a change, even if it only lasted for a day.
He opened the door to the dorm slowly, his satchel hanging on his shoulder, a half-empty cup of cold coffee in his hand. He was planning on dumping his books and go out to find Rhodey and drag him to the coffee shop near campus, in need of a refill, before sitting down with the fresh batch of homework, but something made him stop in his tracks. Correction; someone made him stop. A certain roommate perched on the lap of another someone, their hips grinding together in a way that made Tony blush to his scalp, their lips locked together in a heated make out session.
Tony didn’t know what to do. It was clear than neither of them had heard him walk in, so he was contemplating just leaving quietly, but of course his satchel got stuck on the door handle as he made a break for it, causing him to stumble back and fall down right into the room.
The sound of lips breaking apart and then, “Tony?”
Tony quickly scrambled to his feet, certain that his face was on fire as he looked at the pair. “I’m sorry! I just- I was trying to- I was-“
“Tony. Tony, breathe.” Steve got off of the guy, who Tony noticed was equally attractive as Steve and, oh fuck, now he was feeling a tightness in his pants and this was not happening.
Tony bit his lip, shuffling uncomfortably where he was standing. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were…occupied.”
Steve smiled, which didn’t help Tony’s little situation. “I should be the one to apologize. I should’ve asked you first. I thought you were with Rhodey.”
“I was on my way,” Tony mumbled, his eyes shifting to the other guy again. He looked pretty comfortable. The fact that Tony just had walked in on them didn’t seem to bother him at all. His short, dark hair was messy, his clothes ruffled. But the one thing that struck Tony was his eyes; dark and hungry as they roamed over him.
He gulped, turning back to Steve, but as soon as he opened his mouth to announce his departure, the other guy spoke.
“Despite this rather…unusual situation, shouldn’t you properly introduce me to your roommate, Steve? I don’t want him to remember me as one of your one night stands.” His voice was smooth, slightly more high pitched than Tony had imagined.
Steve rolled his eyes. “Tony, this is Bucky, my, uh…would it be weird if I said he’s my best friend? I mean, would it make this whole thing worse than it already is?”
Tony attempted a small laugh, wincing inwardly when it came out all high and nervous. “Oh, not at all. I make out with my friends all the time.”
“You do?” Steve asked, his voice suddenly shifting to playful, a teasing grin gracing his lips.
“Uh, no, not really. That was my attempt at a joke.”
“You should try it,” Bucky piped up from the bed, smirking at him. “It can be very satisfying.”
Tony averted his eyes, staring down at his shoes. “I doubt Rhodey would be up to that, but I’ll keep it in mind.”
“You’re a virgin.”
Tony’s head snapped up. “What?”
Steve slapped Bucky’s arm. “Where are your manners?”
“Just telling it as I see it,” Bucky replied with a shrug. “But you are, aren’t you?” he asked, turning to Tony again.
Tony licked his lips. “I might be. So what?”
“Oh, nothing wrong with that. I find innocence endearing.”
“Endearing. Noted,” Tony said, almost breathlessly, trying to maintain some sort of dignity as he turned to sarcasm.
“Ever been kissed?”
Tony fiddled with his satchel that was still hanging on his shoulder; pretty sure that he’d never blushed this hard in his life. “Why does that matter?”
“Oh, it doesn’t, but I’m pretty certain I can guess the right answer just by observing your reactions.”
Steve sighed. “Buck, leave him alone. Can’t you see that he’s embarrassed?”
“I can. I can also see the bulge that’s been building up in his pants ever since he got here.”
Tony’s breath stopped almost completely, his eyes finding Bucky’s, staring into his hungry gaze for a few seconds before turning to Steve, whose own eyes were widened in surprise and… No, it couldn’t be. Either Tony’s eyes were deceiving him, or Steve was looking at him the same way Bucky was; with lust.
“Well, look at that,” Steve eventually said, breaking the silence. “You’re young and your body’s reaction doesn’t always equal what you really want and-“
“Steve,” Tony cut in, his voice hoarse. “Shut up.”
“Listen to this young man, Steve,” Bucky added, still staring at Tony.
Steve closed his mouth, his gaze going downwards swiftly before returning to Tony’s face. “Maybe I should stop talking.”
“No more talking,” Bucky agreed, adjusting his position so that he was perched on his knees. “Tony, close the door.”
Tony did as he was told, suddenly feeling giddy and shaky. He then scrambled over to his desk, discarding his satchel and coffee cup before slowly turning back to the older boys.
“Why don’t you come over here? I bet it’s cozier,” Bucky suggested.
Tony licked his lips, taking a few long strides until he was standing right in front of Steve’s bed, hesitatingly placing a hand on the frame.
“Don’t be shy,” Steve suddenly said, smiling warmly at him. “We don’t bite.”
“Unless you’re into that,” Bucky added with a wink.
Tony let out a nervous laugh, finally heaving himself onto the bed, standing on his knees just like Bucky was.
“That’s a good boy.” Bucky inched closer, reaching out to grab his wrist. “Steve wasn’t exaggerating about you.”
“W-what did he say?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow at the sheepish blond.
“Don’t worry. He only told me the good stuff.”
“Oh, my God, you’re making me sound like some sort of creep.”
“Steve, I’m trying to be sexy and seductive and all of your freaking comments are ruining it.”
The sudden change of atmosphere made every bit of nervousness leave Tony’s system, a laughing fit replacing it as Bucky grabbed a pillow and started whacking it at Steve.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Steve snickered, blocking the pillow with his hands. “I will let you go back to your obsession with acting like a sex god while in reality you’re the biggest nerd on the planet.”
“Thank you. Now, where were we? Oh, right.” He threw the pillow behind him, turning back to Tony. “As I was saying- Why are you laughing?”
“Because this whole thing is just too bizarre,” Tony choked out, falling to a sitting position.
“Bizarre? You’ve never had two guys flirt with you?” Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, no, not really.”
“We must change that! I am so hitting on you,” Bucky cried, holding out his hands. “And Steve hasn’t stopped talking about you since the day you met. He is so dreaming of hitting on you.”
Tony covered his face, shaking his head. “I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
“Tony, you’re cute. Just face it,” Steve said matter-of-factly.
“I…okay. I’m facing it.”
“Then let me see you face it. Come on, none of that hiding nonsense,” Steve said, scooting closer to him. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
Tony snorted, letting his hands drop. “And you said Bucky was the dork.”
“In my defense, I said nerd.”
“Question,” Bucky piped up. “Are you even into guys, or are we completely wasting our time here?”
“I’m bisexual, so I would definitely say I’m into guys.”
“And about you never having been kissed?”
“I would say that’s a fact.”
“Is that possibly a fact you would like to change?”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Go ahead.”
“Are you two-?”
“A couple? No. We just like fooling around. Kissing, blowing, thrusting; the whole ordeal.”
“However, we don’t want to make it complicated, so we refrain from using terms to whatever we are,” Steve added. “But if you have to, I guess you could call it platonic, sort of.”
“So you’re friends with benefits?”
“In a way, yes.”
“And why do you need me?”
“Fresh meat is always fun,” Bucky replied, winking at him. “Plus, like Steve said, you’re cute. I wouldn’t mind doing you, if you know what I mean. Though I’ll only touch you if I get both yours and Steve’s consent. I know where to draw the line.”
Tony swallowed. “Why Steve’s?”
“Because he liked you first.”
“Way to make my secret crush not so secret anymore, Buck. If he didn’t get it the first five times, he definitely does now,” Steve said, an annoyed edge to his voice, but his face was quickly gaining a faint pink color. Tony had to bite back a smile.
“I’m about to ask him to engage in a threesome. I think all needs of subtlety are out of the game.”
“A threesome?”
“If you want.”
“I do.”
“You don’t sound so sure.”
“I’ve never done anything before.”
Bucky smiled. “It’s okay. No pressure. We don’t have to go all the way.”
And that’s how Tony got his first kiss. It wasn’t from Bucky, though, but from Steve, whose lips were soft and warm against his, the hands around his waist gentle. When it was Bucky’s turn Tony could instantly feel the difference. Bucky’s kiss was rougher, hungrier. It was as if Steve was desire and Bucky was lust. Tony knew that essentially those two words meant the same thing, but they held different meanings of the same thing. If that made sense.
However, when things started getting heated, Tony couldn’t go through with it.
“I’m sorry,” he said for the hundredth time, hanging his head in shame.
“Hey, come on, stop apologizing,” Bucky said, ruffling his hair. “There’s nothing wrong with not being ready.”
“It’s better that you told us to stop than to regret it afterwards,” Steve added, looking at him seriously.
“But I totally ruined your night.”
“You didn’t ruin anything, Tony,” Steve assured him.
“I, however, would like some cuddles or I will get grumpy,” Bucky said, crossing his arms.
Tony let out a laugh. “Cuddles it is.”
Tony ended up in the middle, feeling the two older boys press against him on each side, making him feel warm and safe. He was lying on his back, gaze locked on the ceiling, catching the outline of the others in the corner of his eyes.
Steve shuffled a bit, slinging an arm over Tony, the tip of his fingers touching Bucky’s forearm. Bucky imitated him, and soon Tony was trapped in their arms, and he didn’t mind one bit.
“Tony,” Bucky said after a while, breaking the silence. “You need to understand something.”
Tony, for some reason, felt his heart skip a beat. “What?”
“We have a tradition during cuddle sessions, and we can’t break traditions just because another party happens to be present.” Bucky sounded so nonchalant that Tony turned to Steve, who looked pretty content, a grin on his lips.
“What is it?” Tony hadn’t meant to sound as scared as he did.
“Oh, it’s nothing painful. We won’t torture you or anything.”
“Well, some people might count it as torture,” Steve cut in.
“Yeah, well, we don’t.”
Tony was genuinely worried now, making a move to sit up, but they just held him down with their arms.
“Going somewhere?”
“N-no-“
“Oh, for God’s sake, Buck, you’re scaring him to death. Just tell him.”
“All right, all right.” Bucky turned to look at him. “Do you happen to be ticklish, Tony?”
Tony got so relieved that he started laughing, shaking his head.
“You sure? I mean, you’re already giggling and we haven’t even done anything yet.” Bucky was smiling as Tony started squirming in their holds. “I think he’s in need of a good tickle, don’t you think, Steve?”
“Definitely. He’s been quite tense lately,” Steve said, sounding amused.
When they dug into each of his sides, Tony’s laughter kicked up a notch; loud and carefree.
“He is ticklish!” Bucky exclaimed happily.
“And terribly so, it seems,” Steve added, poking and prodding at the sensitive flesh.
Tony dug his heels into the mattress, arching his back to try to get away. “Stohohop it!”
“Aw, that’s cute,” Bucky cooed. “He’s already begging.”
Tony had always been incredibly ticklish. He remembered those rare times he’d been tickled as a kid, when his mother still had been alive. Howard didn’t make it a habit to give him any pokes, so he hadn’t been reduced to a giggling mess in years, until he’d befriended Rhodey. He was younger and smaller than everyone else now, becoming an easy target. Rhodey had quickly realized that he didn’t actually mind being tickled, so the playful torture continued; becoming as normal as breathing. Tony loved it.
And now he was reduced to incoherence by two guys he barely knew; two guys he’d almost had sex with, and he didn’t see anything wrong with it. In fact, it felt as right as ever.
He giggled happily as Steve moved toward his tummy while Bucky opted for his ribs. He pushed his hands against theirs, unable to stop himself from trying to get away. Bucky suddenly grabbed his wrist.
“Let’s get these out of the way.”
He pinned Tony’s left arm above his head, not even budging when Tony struggled. Steve pinned his other arm to the side instead.
“There. Now we’ve got you all exposed and vulnerable,” Bucky said with a smirk.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Tony commented, his voice slightly high pitched.
“You aren’t?”
“I never said that.”
“Ah, Steve, your boyfriend has a thing for tickling.”
Tony felt his face heat up, but before he could reply Steve started wiggling his fingers over his tummy again. “Leave him alone, Buck.”
Tony started laughing harder than before due to his inability to move away or to do anything to make it stop. He was in ticklish agony.
“Oh, Gohohod,” he choked out, tugging at his trapped arms. “Dohohon’t!”
When Bucky suddenly went for his underarm, his thumb drilling into the sensitive skin, Tony let out a loud yell, bucking his hips.
“Oh, jackpot.”
Tony writhed; feeling tears of mirth escape his tightly shut eyelids. The unbearable sensations on his belly and armpit reduced him to an incoherent mess, causing his feet to kick out desperately. It was bliss and torture all at once.
“So, Tony. Where would you say is your most ticklish spot?” Bucky asked.
“I’m pretty sure his tummy is one of them. I mean, I can’t imagine being more sensitive than he is here,” Steve teased. “Of course, I haven’t actually tested it out on bare skin yet.”
“Nohoho!” Tony cried as Steve lifted his shirt, drumming his fingers lightly over his stomach. “Come ohohon!”
“I’m barely touching you!” Steve said with a smile, sounding amused. “Jeez, you must be the most ticklish person I’ve ever met. You’re worse than Bucky when I get his knees.”
“And you’re worse than Steve when I get his neck.”
“Both of which is saying something.”
Tony could barely concentrate on what they were saying, being too busy trying to squirm away from their evil fingers. Steve switched tactics and started scribbling over his tummy instead, making his laughter kick up a notch.
“Plehehehease!”
“Please what?”
“Plehehease stohohop!”
“Are you sure you really want that, Tony?” Bucky asked innocently.
Tony didn’t reply, because to be fair, he didn’t quite want it to end completely. Not yet, at least.
“I take your silence as a no.”
“You know there’s nothing wrong with liking tickling, right?” Steve said, his voice soft. “It’s quite endearing, actually.”
“I find it pretty hot.”
“Thank you for your input, Buck.”
“Don’t tell me you don’t find it hot.”
“Okay, okay, I find it hot. Happy?”
“Probably not as happy as Tony here.”
Tony squealed as Bucky went for his neck. “Wahahait!”
“No more waiting. We’re giving you what you want. What you’ve probably longed for forever.”
Tony didn’t even have the time to blush due to laughing too hard, tugging at his arms desperately. “Plehehease!”
“Please what, Tony? Do you want us to tickle you more? Drive you crazy?”
They both actually backed off then, letting him breathe. He gasped for air, his chest heaving as he looked up at them with big eyes.
“Do you want us to tickle you, Tony? Really tickle you?”
“You two…are the strangest people…I’ve ever met,” Tony choked out.
Steve smiled. “You never answered the question.”
Tony averted his gaze, painfully aware of his still trapped arms. His nod was almost nonexistent. But they saw it.
Bucky broke into a huge grin, his gaze so mischievous that Tony got nervous. “How convenient that I’ve hidden a pair of handcuffs in Steve’s drawer, then.”
“If you want bondage to be involved, that is,” Steve added, ever the thoughtful one.
“I…do. I do, yeah, but…”
“But?”
“I’ve never done something like this,” he mumbled, feeling a blush spread across his face.
“Don’t worry. We’ll use a safe word. Is Brooklyn okay?”
“Brooklyn is fine,” Tony agreed, feeling his heart beat faster.
Bucky let go of his arm and scrambled toward the edge of the bed, reaching out to open Steve’s drawer. Tony let his arm fall to his side, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
When Bucky returned with the handcuffs in his grip, he smiled gently at him. “Nervous?”
“A bit.”
“I can tell.”
“How?”
“You fiddle with things when you get nervous. At least from what I’ve seen today during this- what is it? Half hour I’ve known you? Probably less.”
Tony chuckled. “We broke the ice quickly.”
“That we did,” Bucky agreed with a grin.
“Remember, as soon as things get too much, use the safe word. We will stop,” Steve assured him, looking serious.
“Got it.”
“You ready?”
Tony sucked in a breath. “As ready as I can be.”
“Then let’s get these over your head again,” Bucky said, grabbing his wrist. “Tell me if the cuffs get too tight.”
And that’s how Tony ended up with both of his arms locked above his head, the padding around the cuffs soft against his delicate skin. He gave a tug to test it out. His arms remained solid in their holds.
Steve and Bucky observed him for a few seconds, causing him to shuffle uncomfortably under their gazes. “What?”
“Just admiring the view. Trying to figure out where to start,” Bucky said.
“Have you done this before?”
“Only on each other. You see, Tony, you’re not the only one with a liking for tickling.”
Tony exhaled loudly, feeling slightly out of breath despite the fact that he hadn’t been touched in a while. “I thought I was a freak for so long,” he admitted quietly.
“Oh, Tony, you’re not a freak,” Steve said, reaching out to place his hand against Tony’s cheek, not commenting on the fact that Tony jumped at the sudden movement. “People like what they like. You happen to like tickling. So what? It’s no big deal.”
Tony leaned into the touch, albeit subconsciously. “It feels weird to hear someone say that.”
“I’m guessing Rhodey doesn’t know about this. I have a hard time thinking he’d let you walk around thinking these things if he knew.”
“He doesn’t know the full extent of my, uh, interest.”
“And he doesn’t have to know if you don’t want to tell him. These things can be quite personal.”
Tony nodded. “I might tell him one day.”
“But for now you have us.” Steve grinned. “We’re gonna be roommates all year.”
Tony giggled nervously. “It’s gonna be a fun year.”
“Fun indeed.”
And then Bucky dug into his ribs and Tony was thrown into hysterics; his laughter loud and desperate.
He gripped the headboard, his knuckles going white. Bucky tickled between each bone, sending ticklish shocks through his body. It was almost too much for him to handle. Almost.
“Gohohohohohod!” he shrieked, arching his back.
“God can’t help you. Sorry, Tony,” Bucky replied playfully. “Steve, pick a spot.”
Steve obliged, reaching out and placing his hand on Tony’s side, dragging his fingers downwards skeptically until they stilled at his hip, a curious glint finding his eyes.
“Are your hips ticklish, Tony?” he asked, cocking his head at him.
“A bihihit,” Tony replied, unable to say much else.
Steve hummed, hooking a finger under the hem of his jeans. “May I expose your hips some more?”
Tony nodded, too busy laughing his head off.
Steve pulled his jeans down a bit, exposing his bony hips to the cold air. He wiggled a finger over it before suddenly digging into both of them, causing Tony to buck up, a scream leaving his lips.
“A bit, huh?” Steve grinned, drilling into the sensitive skin.
“Nohohohoho!” Tony bellowed, tugging at his arms desperately. “Dohohon’t!”
“Hold still,” Steve said in mock exasperation, momentarily stopping his tickling to latch onto his hips, forcing them down before straddling his thighs. “There. All better.” His hands returned to their task and Tony screamed again.
“Good choice, Steve,” Bucky said approvingly, moving down to torture Tony’s stomach.
“I cahahan’t mohohove!” Tony cried, shaking his head.
“That’s kind of the point, genius.”
Tony was going insane. Two of his most ticklish spots were being tickle tortured. He didn’t think he’d last much longer. And he really didn’t want it to end just yet.
“Wait! Wahahait! Brooklyn! Brohohooklyn!”
“Already?” Bucky asked, sounding disappointed as he backed off.
Tony sucked in a lungful of air. “I just need to breathe for a moment.”
“It was becoming too much, wasn’t it?” Steve asked, suddenly tangling his fingers in Tony’s hair, gently massaging his scalp.
“Y-yeah. I just need to compose myself. I…I don’t want it to end this quickly…”
“And if we’d kept it up, it would’ve,” Steve finished for him.
“Yeah.”
They remained like that for a minute; Tony breathing deeply while Steve played with his hair. Bucky just stared at them, looking as if he was holding himself back from saying something.
“Okay,” Tony said, his voice hoarse. He cleared his throat. “I’m ready.”
Bucky grinned. “Let’s see how ticklish your feet are.”
Tony started giggling as Bucky crawled downwards, taking a seat on his ankles to keep them in place. As soon as Bucky’s fingers touched his soles, his giggles became bubblier, louder.
“Shihihihit!” he cried, tugging at his arms and legs, unable to move neither.
“Ah, you’ve got a dirty little mouth, don’t you?” Bucky teased, scratching at the heels of his feet.
“Your true self always comes out when you’re in a frustrating situation,” Steve piped up, wiggling his fingers in the air, just above Tony’s belly button, taunting him.
Tony squirmed, the fact that his tummy was almost being tickled getting him more than the constant tickling on his feet.
Steve paused before dipping a finger in his belly button, chuckling when he shrieked.
“Well, his feet are ticklish, all right. Just not that much,” Bucky declared after having tormented his toes for a while, realizing quickly that the desperate laughter was the result of Steve’s doing. “Let’s see how a few squeezes to his thighs will make him react.”
Tony kicked out when both Bucky and Steve gave each of his thighs a squeeze. “Dohohon’t!”
“Don’t? What do you mean, ‘don’t’?” Steve replied playfully, using his other hand to poke at his tummy. “Aren’t you enjoying this, Tony? I want to hear you say it.”
Tony giggled. “Yehehes, I ahaham enjohohoying it, okahahay?”
Steve grinned. “Good.”
“Well, he seems to be ticklish pretty much all over, but his tummy and hips seem to be worst,” Bucky said, giving his hips a few pokes.
“His neck seemed pretty sensitive, too,” Steve replied, brushing over said neck, causing Tony to squeal. “Should we take advantage of this knowledge until he begs for mercy?”
“Sounds pretty good.”
“Good- wait! His knees! Have you tried his knees?”
Bucky shook his head. “Shit, I forgot. Unacceptable.” He gave Tony’s knees a few squeezes, smirking when Tony started babbling incoherently for him to stop. He then scribbled behind them and Tony was lost.
“Gohohohod!”
“Jackpot.”
They started torturing Tony all over now; Steve getting his neck and stomach while Bucky tickled his hips and the backside of his knees, holding him down as much as they needed to. Tony was soon laughing his throat raw, pretty sure he would break the bedpost from tugging at the handcuffs so hard.
“Brooklyn! Brohohohooklyn!” Tony eventually screamed, surrendering completely.
They backed off, just as promised, leaving him oversensitive and exhausted. Steve’s hand found his hair again, massaging his scalp in that calming manner. Bucky chose to join him this time.
Together they helped Tony calm down, murmuring encouraging words about how good he’d been. Tony eventually managed to regain his breath.
“That was…” Tony started, pausing.
“Wonderful?” Steve suggested.
“Breathtaking?” Bucky said with a wink.
“Something you want to redo?” Steve almost sounded hopeful.
Tony shook his head. “Weird.”
“How very eloquent of you,” Bucky deadpanned.
Tony let out a laugh. “There really is no other way for me to describe it. It was one of the most surreal experiences in my life.”
“And you liked it.”
“I did.”
“I’m glad you’re admitting it,” Steve said and ruffled his hair.
“Oh, he more than liked it,” Bucky said, sounding way too smug. “How long have you been hiding that boner, Tony?”
Tony blushed to his very core, wishing they had released his hands so that he could cover his face. “I, uh…”
“It’s okay. I’ve got one, too.”
Tony’s breath caught in his throat, the atmosphere suddenly getting electric. Bucky was looking at him with those dark eyes again, every ounce of playfulness gone.
“I know you don’t want to move too fast, but-“ Bucky ran a finger over Tony’s side, the touch gentle and ticklish, but Tony wasn’t laughing this time. “Fuck, I want you. Tell me what you’re comfortable with. I can do it.”
Tony fumbled over his words. “I…I d-don’t know.”
“Tell me what to do, Tony.”
Tony inhaled, gripping the headboard tightly. “Kiss me.”
Bucky obliged, his lips softer than before, his tongue warm against Tony’s lower lip. Once they parted, Tony slightly breathless, Bucky searched his eyes with his own, waiting for more instructions.
“Kiss Steve.”
Steve looked slightly surprised at the request, but happily welcomed Bucky’s mouth on his own.
“Use tongue.”
They did, and Tony felt the pressure against his jeans increase. He licked his lips. “Grind against each other.”
Steve gave a low moan as they did just that, his hands coming up to rest against Bucky’s back.
“Steve, I want you to…I want you to give Bucky a hickey…on his thigh.”
Tony’s grip on the headboard became harder the longer he watched the display, a desperation to be touched washing over him.
“Steve, straddle my hips and grind against me. Now.”
Steve obliged, and Tony moaned in pleasure.
“Bucky, kiss me. Roughly.”
“Steve, take off my pants.”
“Bucky, unlock me and take off my shirt.”
“Both of you; undress.”
Tony continued giving orders to the level of his comfort until he screamed as he experienced his very first orgasm that hadn’t been caused by his own hand. He collapsed onto the mattress, Steve and Bucky hovering over him. “Finish each other,” he said, breathless.
“How?” Bucky asked, his voice husky.
“Handjobs.”
When the two of them eventually fell down on each side of him, exhausted and sweaty, Tony felt a wave of sleepiness hit him. He stifled a yawn.
“Tired?” Steve asked.
“More like exhausted.”
“Good.”
Tony crossed his arms, suddenly very aware of the fact that they were all naked.
“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy,” Bucky said, incredulous.
Tony shuffled uncomfortably. “I’m cold.”
“I did not peg you as the shy type.”
“I said I’m cold,” Tony insisted.
“Inexperienced, yes. But shy? No.”
“I’m cold!”
Steve suddenly jumped up, walking over to Tony’s bed and grabbing the covers, throwing it over them before crawling underneath it himself. “There. All better.”
Tony hugged the covers against his chest. “Thank you Steve for being considerate.”
“Oh, you’re asking for it,” Bucky said, giving his tummy a few pokes under the covers. “We know all of your tickle spots, remember?”
Tony giggled, shoving him away. “And I know exactly what gets you begging for release, so there’s that.”
“I’m so glad we decided to cuddle,” Steve said, throwing his arm around Tony’s waist, ignoring the way Tony flinched at first. His fingertips touched Bucky’s forearm, causing him to mimic his action, trapping Tony in their arms. Again.
Tony felt safer than before as he let his eyelids drop shut. “Is it even late enough to sleep?”
“It’s a good enough time for a nap,” Steve commented. “Or maybe you should go find Rhodey. I bet he wonders what happened to you.”
“Eh, he probably thinks I ditched him, which, essentially, I did.”
“You’re such a good friend.”
Tony giggled. “I know.”
A sudden knock on the door made all three of them jump in surprise, a voice floating through the wood. “Tony, I swear to God. If you’re ignoring my phone calls on purpose I am disowning you.”
Tony winced, scrambling off of the bed. “Sorry, Rhodey! I’ll be out in a sec.” He gave Steve and Bucky a glance.
“Oh, don’t mind us. We’re just enjoying the view,” Bucky said, waving his hand at him.
Tony rolled his eyes as he gathered his clothes, getting dressed quickly. Just before he was about to leave, he turned to them hesitatingly. “I, uh, just wanna say that I enjoyed this. Whatever this is. I liked it.”
Bucky smirked. “Then let’s not make this a onetime thing.”
Tony gave a nervous smile, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
“We liked it, too, Tony,” Steve said softly and Tony was suddenly very glad that they had ended up roommates. It turned out to be a quite interesting year, after all.