Guys My Age

Chapter 4

Your nerves were getting the best of you. It's not like this was a mission or anything remotely life threatening. This was Bucky we were talking about.

Actually, it's precisely because it was Bucky. You've been with him for months now and not once did he bring up what happened during the New Year's Party. You slipped and called him 'sir,' he asked you why, and you proceeded to tell him what you're into. And he listened to every word you said, eyes searching your features curiously.

And then nothing.

He never brought it up again. He didn't even try to "experiment." Not that he needed to do anything different to pleasure you. God no. The man was gifted in every department. His tongue could make you come in so many ways it was majestic. His fingers, flesh or metal, were thick and long and made you squirt almost every single time he was going down on you.

And let's not talk about his soldier. You always laughed when you pissed him off and he told it was all him and not the serum. Well, the serum did do something. He would still be hard and thick, veins throbbing and head leaking even after you made him cum. It was both a blessing and a curse that his refactory period was short. Because damn it he could go all night and wake up without a problem in the morning and you'd be as stable as jello.

Hah, his soldier. You giggled like an idiot, still standing in front of the mirror and "inspecting" your outfit. You could do this. Being with Bucky for this long, you've learned that he's so easy to please.

Well, not easy per se. It's just easy because it's you. With every chance he gets, he makes sure he told you. No one ever satisfies me the way you do doll.

If you were being completely honest though, it took you awhile to believe him. He never understood what you meant when you laughed and asked him if he looked in the mirror. And knowing he got the dames back in the day wasn't helpful either.

"No stop it. Stop thinking about that. He wants you. He wants only you." Snatching the coat hanging on the mirror, you put it on and wore your red pumps. "Hey Friday, where is Bucky?"

"He is in the garage working on his motorcycle. Would you like me to let him know you're looking for him?"

"Oh no that's fine. Thanks Friday." You tied the belt and walked out of your shared room, heading to the elevator and overriding the camera system in the garage. You needed as much privacy with him as you could get. Tony wouldn't let it go if he figured out what you would be doing in his sacred place.

As the elevators dinged, Bucky turned around and saw you just heading out of the elevator, uttering a quick 'hey doll' before getting back to what he was doing. He's spent the last hour trying to bend a certain a part without completely ripping it off and he was almost there.

Scrunching your nose in disapproval, you dropped the coat on the floor and rested on one of the cars, waiting until he turned around again. It was time to take matters into your own hand once you noticed he would continue ignoring you.

"Hey Sergeant."

"Sorry doll gimme a sec 'm almost finished." He wiped the grease on the towel hanging from his back pocket, getting back to the task at hand. Shaking your head, you walked around him and stood right in front of him, one hand on your hip while the other twirled your locks.

"Sure thing Sergeant."

As soon as he saw the red pumps from the corner of his eyes, his gaze raked up your legs, sighing when he took in your outfit.

His hold on the tools loosened, the loud sound of metal meeting the floor ringing throughout the garage and making him flustered.

"Fuck."