Falling for the Football Players

Chapter 3

Tony hummed, yawning as he leaned back. Watching the field was only fun when he could see how those pants clung to Steve.Clint plopped down beside Tony on the stands. "You had Clint looking like a tomato" Steve teased, sitting on the bench in the locker room.

Bucky smiled."He's cute"

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Soon the game was over, Steve throwing the winning pass to Bucky who made the winning touchdown. Steve patted Bucky on the back "That was a great game!" He said, running a hand through his damp hair, Making their way back to the locker room, waving to Tony and Clint in the stands.Tony grinned, bouncing on his toes a bit as they waved back.

"Hell yeah!" Bucky laughed brightly.

Steve took his time, he likes waiting till last to shower, giving himself some alone time. Tony slipped in once everyone else had gone, waving Clint off with a grin as he crept into the locker room while Clint waited outside of the locker room for Bucky.

Bucky smiled, leaning against the wall, waiting for Clint to notice him.

Clint looked up, spotting Bucky and giving him a lopsided grin. 'Good game' he signed.

Bucky's eyes lit up 'thank you sweetheart'

Clint's stomach felt like it dropped when Bucky called him that again. 'Buy you ice cream to celebrate?' He offered, making sure to sign slowly so Bucky could catch what he was saying.

Bucky's smile just grew. 'That sounds amazing'

Clint smiled, tugging Bucky's letterman jacket sleeve, telling him 'let's go'

Bucky nodded, pressing close to Clint as they walked.

Steve leaned on hand onto the wall, head hung, letting the water run over him, sighing contently.

"Mmm, nice view" Tony grinned.

Steve froze for a moment, relaxing when he realized it was Tony's voice, looking over to him, smiling as the water fell over his face.

Tony grinned back where he was sitting on a bench, looking him up and down.

"Can I help you with something, doll?" He asked, drawing it out, Brooklyn accent thick.

"Mmm, maybe" Tony breathed, eyes already darkening.

Steve smirked, "And what can I help you with?" He asked sweetly.

"Well. You see, I'm feeling awfully empty." Tony replied.

Steve's smirk widened "oh? You think I could help?"

"Mmmm, yup. I happen to know that cock of yours fills me up so.fuckking.good"

Steve groaned "Well, you see, you're pretty far away" he points out.

"Well, we can do this here...or..." he grinned. "You can come out to the Grove with me and fuck me over that motorcycle of yours."

Steve just blinked at him before raising an eyebrow "Really?" He chuckled, turning off the water.

"Hmm?" Tony raised an eyebrow.

Steve grabbed a towel and started drying off. "My motorcycle is a turn on?" He asked, foregoing the underwear and slipping into his jeans and tossing on a white T-shirt before walking over to Tony.

"Mmm, yeah" he admitted with a shrug.

Steve tugged Tony close "anything you want, doll." Steve promised.

Tony grinned widely. "Then get dressed and take me there"

Steve dragged him into a kiss for a moment before slipping his shoes on and grabbing his bag. Steve grabbed his hand, linking their fingers and dragging Tony out of the locker room and towards his bike.