Four's Company | Stucky / Marvel Polyamorous LGBT Romance

Chapter 11: Nicky

For everyone who has been waiting with bated breath for Chapter 11 (and the smut to begin) we have arrived! I have to admit (shamelessly) that Nicky is my absolute favorite character to write. The banter is great and the sex is even better. Welcome to part three!

TW: Allusion to past abuse

The next morning Nicky woke up naked and alone in bed. This was not an abnormal occurrence for him, since Charlie was an early riser and he had recently been trying to fit in workouts before work.

Nicky didn't understand the need to continue this relentless schedule on the weekends, but he didn't mind his lover staying in good shape. Some mornings he actually appreciated the quiet alone time.

This morning, however, was not one of those mornings. He grabbed a robe from their bedroom closet and padded barefoot into the living room. The apartment felt too quiet and far too empty.

Last night had been confusing, but also surprising and a bit wonderful. The confusion came from the conversation started by Steve's awkward outburst. At first, Nicky had felt like the entire thing had come completely out of left field. At no point in the past several weeks had he thought Steve and Bucky were holding back on them, or keeping "one foot out the door" as they had phrased it. He had just thought they were being conservative with their time and their emotions. He had actually appreciated the strict guidelines, because it meant he knew exactly what was expected of him.

After hearing their explanation though, Nicky understood the basic premise of their trepidation. He had to continually remind himself that this was their first time exploring polyamory. Nicky had been in different forms of polyamorous relationships throughout his life, starting in high school and continuing until he started dating Charlie. Then, of course they'd tried their own hand at polyamory and it had been disastrous, leading to-

Nicky quickly stopped himself from going down that path in his mind.

He tried to remember back to some of his earlier poly relationships, and he did remember the concern, wariness, and deep fear of jealousy that was present at first. He had learned early on that fearing jealousy was as useless as fearing fear itself. The more he worried about getting jealous or tried to deny jealousy, the worse it would flare up.

Nicky had learned to allow himself to feel jealous, and then identify where it was coming from. If the root of the jealousy was just that he wanted to be touched or he wanted attention in that moment, then he would seek it. If it was a certain person that he would easily become jealous over, he would remove himself from that person.

He had never felt even an ounce of jealousy around Steve or Bucky, and definitely not around Charlie. He wondered momentarily if that was possibly because they were being so careful, but he also thought it might be because he had never felt as safe as he did with these three men. He made a mental note to be sure to discuss jealousy again with Bucky and Steve at some point, although it seemed like they may have come to their own conclusions already and that was just as well with Nicky.

Returning to his earlier musings on the night before, he thought the real surprise of the night had come after the conversation, when Bucky let loose with him, taking his mouth and his body unfettered by any rules or stipulations. Well, there were rules, or "bases" as Bucky had laid out, but they'd removed the need to confer with Charlie and Steve. The absolute freedom of their high school level makeout session had been heady and almost like a shock to Nicky's system. He could feel an addiction forming in his blood, which seemed to heat up when he stopped to stare at the chair he and Bucky had been in the night before...

He shook his head to try and clear it. It was a beautiful day outside on their balcony and Nicky had no plans to speak of. He was leaving for a work trip in a few days, but it was too early to pack, so he was looking at a long day of nothingness.