***1 month later***
Charlie hefted yet another box up the stairs to his apartment. He had never thought anyone could have as many clothes as Nicky, but that was before he met Bucky.
"I'm so sorry about this..." Steve called from behind him on the stairs. "I asked him if there was anything we could get rid of, but he said Nicholas already helped him sort through his clothes, and these were all of the essentials."
"It's okay Steve. Obviously I don't want him to throw anything out on our account."
"He also said he was going to help us with the move today..."
"Yes well, it's pretty hard to pry Nicholas away from IKEA meatballs so I'm not surprised they're late," Charlie said with a strained laugh.
It had been a month since Steve and Bucky had agreed to move in with them and he and Nicky had managed to clear out their entire guest bedroom. At first, Charlie had been worried about how much furniture Steve and Bucky were going to have to leave behind, but their friends Nat and Ayo had bought a small house together over the holidays and they needed extra furniture for their guestrooms. In the end, they'd bought nearly all of Steve and Bucky's furniture, as well as Charlie and Nicky's guest room furniture. The only furniture they would have to move up the stairs today would be in IKEA boxes.
Charlie had half a mind to make Bucky and Nicky bring it all up themselves for missing out on moving the boxes of their clothes and knick knacks today. He also would do just about anything to make them both happy. So, he would probably be doing a lot more heavy lifting later, but that was okay.
Besides, it's not like the view was too bad. Steve had come over in a puffy coat, paint splattered jeans and work boots. As they made several rounds of trips up the stairs, he had taken off his coat, and then his sweater. He was now just wearing a black t-shirt, and it was sticking to his wide shoulders and clinging to his thin hips. His jeans might have been ratty, and well worn, but that just meant they clung perfectly to his shape, and what a shape it was.
They both let out groans as they placed their boxes down in the guest bedroom, now Steve and Bucky's room. The room was mostly empty except for the pile of boxes they had started stacking against the far wall.
"Have you thought about how you want to organize the room yet?" Charlie cocked his hip against a stack of boxes and glanced around the room.
"Well...I know you and Nicholas don't tend to watch TV in the bedroom, but I think Bucky and I might have a TV in here if that's okay? Sometimes we like to lounge after work, or cuddle up and binge on Netflix."
Charlie quirked an eyebrow at him. "Of course sweetheart, you can have whatever you want. It's your room in your house. You could have a ball pit in here for all I care. I'm sure Nicholas and Bucky would be thrilled at that actually..."
Steve bit his lip and looked up at Charlie through his beautiful pale lashes. "I actually meant since you'll be hopefully spending some time in here too... I wasn't sure if having a TV was going to bother you?"
Charlie's second eyebrow lifted to join the other. "I have no problem with TVs in general. Nicholas and I decided early on we wanted to use the bedroom only for sleeping and sex, but if you and Bucky want to watch TV in bed, or...if you wanted me to watch TV in bed with you, I'd love that."
"I'd like to do just about everything with you in bed." Steve loped over to Charlie, cocking his hip next to Charlie's so they were face to face.
"Oh really? What about...against a wall?"
Before Steve had time to protest, Charlie grabbed him by his hips, swung them both around, and pressed him up against the wall. He placed his knee between Steve's legs, and bracketed his hands on either side of Steve's head.
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Four's Company | Stucky / Marvel Polyamorous LGBT Romance
Storie d'amoreThis story starts with a couple. It's the usual story, you've heard it all before. Boy meets boy, and boy falls in love with boy over a decade of friendship. After one night of miscommunications and misunderstandings, boy loses boy. Years later, boy...