Four's Company | Stucky / Marvel Polyamorous LGBT Romance

Chapter 9: Bucky

Bucky was not happy. He had apparently gone too hard either at the club or in their bed afterwards, because he spent all day Sunday stiff and sore, and by Monday the soreness had turned into actual pain in his back.

By Tuesday he was a grumpy wreck and if Nicky called him an old man again, or Sam sent him one more gif of a person pelvic thrusting, he was going to lose it. He was snippy with his coworkers all morning and by lunch time he was thinking about just going home for the day when Nicky showed up in his office. Not in front of the building, but in his actual office.

He was as beautiful as ever, wearing a slim fit eggplant-purple button down, tucked into even slimmer cut slate gray pants and loafers with no socks. Bucky wanted to be happy to see him, but Nicky was carrying a "get well soon" balloon which would almost be cute except he'd also brought a "happy 70th birthday" balloon and Bucky very nearly threw a stapler at him.

Thankfully, his office mates were good humored and they immediately descended on the well-dressed newcomer and helped him tie the balloons to Bucky's workstation. Nicky asked loudly enough that the entire office could hear, if he could take Bucky to lunch or if that was going to be too strenuous for him in his old age and Bucky did throw a stress ball at him.

His boss popped his head around the corner and said "you have an hour for lunch, and," turning to address Nicky, "don't bother bringing him back if he's still being a sour puss."

Bucky grudgingly followed Nicky to the nearby deli, where Nicky swiftly ordered and paid for both of their meals. It was a little too cold to sit outside today, so they walked over to a cute cafe around the corner and swiped a couch by the windows. Nicky fetched their drinks and Bucky groaned as he sank into the couch.

He took out his phone to text Steve that he was getting lunch with Nicky. They had originally said they'd make all plans in the group chat, but he wasn't sure if work lunches counted. When he swiped open his phone though he saw he already had a message from Steve. I gave Nicholas your office number so he could come cheer you up. Hope that's okay. Kisses. So, it seemed like that was that.

Nicky settled in next to him and handed him his overly sweetened cup of coffee. Bucky let out a small groan as the couch shifted and it jostled his back.

"Jeez... I feel a little bad for making fun of you now. I thought you were just in a whiny mood, but you're actually hurt?" Nicky asked, shifting away from him on the couch in an attempt to not jostle him too badly.

"Yeah, I think it's just a pinched nerve or something. I might do some yoga tonight and see if that fixes anything."

He slowly took out his sandwich and started eating it. The food helped a bit. He was always more susceptible to pain and grouchiness when he was hungry.

"So, are you here because you were actually concerned about me or because you're bored with Charlie out of town?"

Nicky shot him a sacrine grin. "I'm always happy to see you, darling."

"Uhuh..." Bucky grumbled, taking a large sip of his coffee. Okay the caffeine seemed to be helping too. Maybe he really was just being a bit whiny.

"Can I make it up to you by coming over to help you stretch tonight?" Nicky asked, wagging an eyebrow at him suggestively.

"I'm going to have to ask you to maintain at least a 10 foot distance from me at all times," Bucky said, thinking that "stretching" with Steve twice in one night after dancing like an 18 year old for three hours might have been exactly what got him into this mess.

Nicky laughed and slowly scooted over on the couch to make big puppy dog eyes up at Bucky.

Bucky groaned and grudgingly wrapped an arm around Nicky's shoulders. He immediately settled into Bucky's side, lifting his hand up to tangle with Bucky's fingers.