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Re: Fill: Better Than A Company Picnic (Bucky/Everyone, no warnings) 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

When Rhodey walked into the bedroom, he found four people in various states of undress sitting on the bed having a picnic with finger sandwiches and juice while Marvin Gaye played in the background.

“Hey, Rhodey,” Sam said. “Glad you could make it!”

“Anything I can do for you, colonel?” Bucky said, with his best attempt at sultry coyness.

“Can you make it so I don’t have a meeting at the Pentagon at 0700 tomorrow?” Rhodey asked.

“I could ask Steve to put in a word for you,” Bucky said. “But he used up a lot of goodwill keeping me out of prison, so at this point I think the brass would be more disposed to listen to you.”

“Then I would really like a drink and a blowjob,” said Rhodey.

“We’ve got juice,” Wanda offered.

“And vodka,” Natasha added. “Screwdriver or vodka cranberry?”

“Screwdriver’s fine, thank you.” When Natasha gave him his drink, Rhodey wondered if the orgies Tony had attended had served their drinks in Dixie cups. Probably not.

“And I’d be happy to blow you,” Bucky said. “You wanna stand up or sit down?”

“Sit down,” Rhodey said. “It’s been a very long day. Oh, and Tony sent something.” Rhodey took his phone and a mysterious-looking object out of his bathrobe pockets. He turned the phone on, and propped it up against a box of wet wipes on one of the end tables. A tiny Tony Stark waved at everyone on the bed.

“Hey, Terminator!” Tony said. “Sorry to miss all the fun, God, it feels so weird going off being responsible when I know there’s an orgy going on, but I left a little present with Rhodey for you. I’m thinking of getting into sex toy design.”

“Guy’s gotta have a hobby,” said Sam.

“You look at what the big companies are putting out, and it’s a disgrace to engineering. There isn’t even a good remote-controlled wearable vibrator on the market and we’ve had remote control technology for how many decades now? It’s ridiculous.”

“So, you designed this?” Bucky ventured.

“Got it, Furiosa. This is an exclusive opportunity to beta-test my experimental app-controlled prostate massager. Perfect for long-distance relationships! Please say yes,” Tony said in a less excited tone, “Pepper and Rhodey refuse to be my guinea pigs anymore and I think asking anyone who worked for me would count as sexual harassment.”

“Well when you put it that way, how could I say no?” Bucky said. “Let’s see it.”

Bucky picked up Tony’s experiment and looked it over. It was dark red, and had a firm but silky texture and a knobbly rounded shape that bulged in various intriguing places. It was also, if Bucky was right about which part was supposed to go inside him, not much smaller than Natasha’s fist. This would normally have put the thing in the “hell, no” category, but Bucky was pretty well warmed up after Sam and Natasha’s attentions and felt up to the challenge.

“Looks good,” Bucky said. “Now, somebody tell me how this thing’s supposed to go so I don’t put it in backwards.”

“The big swirly bloop-” Tony sketched out the shape in the air with his hands “goes in front,” Tony explained.

“Thanks,” Bucky said. He lay down on the bed with the experiment and a bottle of lube, slicked it up, and slid it in with more histrionics than were strictly necessary. It legitimately was a bit of a stretch, even warmed-up as Bucky was, but all the back-arching and hair-tossing were primarily for Tony’s benefit. Because Tony was a flashy person, and Bucky figured he would appreciate a show.

“How’s it feel?” Tony asked eagerly.

“Pretty good,” Bucky said. “Bit of a stretch. I like the shape.” Bucky got up and walked over to Rhodey’s chair - which put pressure on some interesting places, wow - knelt on the carpet, and grinned up at him. “Ready to go, sir?”

“Very ready.” Bucky pressed his face against Rhodey’s crotch for a moment, inhaling the scents of clean musky skin and spicy bodywash, and then got to work. Rhodey had an excellent BJ dick, pleasantly weighty but still manageable - Steve, god bless him, could be a little too much of a good thing.

Rhodey felt pleasantly decadent. Nothing like sitting back with a nice cocktail while a pretty naked person kneeling at your feet savored your dick like some kind of gourmet ice cream bar to make a guy feel like he’s king of something. Even if the cocktail’s served in a paper cup and the person blowing you is a giant muscular cyborg assassin.

Bucky spent more time than was strictly necessary just playing around and finding all of Rhodey’s sensitive spots with his lips and tongue. He was momentarily distracted when Tony turned the vibrations on, but this faded to a pleasant background as he refocused on Rhodey’s dick and his own mouth. Bucky finally found a rhythm he liked and felt Rhodey’s hand tighten in his hair. Bucky pulled back and looked up at Rhodey through his eyelashes. “Feel free to play with my hair,” Bucky said. “You can even pull on it, if you like.”

“Good to know.” Bucky felt the vibrations of Tony’s experiment kick up a notch, and he returned his attention to Rhodey’s dick with renewed enthusiasm. “Mmm, aw, yeah, Barnes, that’s great,” Rhodey murmured. Bucky preened.

Bucky felt Rhodey’s climax approaching, and briefly backed off a little to give Rhodey’s arousal time to ebb, because Bucky was really enjoying himself and didn’t want to stop now. But this distraction forced Bucky’s attention back to his own body, and he noticed that he was incredibly aroused. Bucky did enjoy giving head, very much, and Rhodey was an attractive man, but his reaction wasn’t usually this… intensely physical. Bucky felt like he’d come if someone breathed hard on his dick. Bucky squeezed his own pecs and whimpered a little with pleasure.

“Don’t come yet, Terminator,” Tony said. “We still need to run through the vibration patterns.”

“Whatever you say, Stark,” Bucky said, and turned back to Rhodey. He tried to back off again when he felt Rhodey on the verge on coming, but Rhodey held his head in place gently. Bucky decided “to heck with it” and went for the gold, to Rhodey’s evident satisfaction.

But Bucky and Rhodey couldn’t enjoy their post-coital endorphin buzz in peace, because Tony. “So! How was it?” Tony asked eagerly.

“Really good, thanks for asking,” Rhodey said. He reached down to where Bucky was leaning against his knees and petted Bucky’s hair.

“Glad to hear it,” Tony said. “How about you, Grumpy Cat?”

“Frustrating,” Bucky gasped. Tony had the experiment set on a vibration pattern that was almost strong enough to get Bucky off at its highest intensity, but cycled back down whenever Bucky bore down to get more pressure on his prostate.

“In a good way or bad way?” Tony asked unsympathetically.

“It’s okay for now,” Bucky admitted. When he could resist the urge to try to nudge himself over the edge, feeling so thoroughly overstimulated and on-the-brink was pleasurable in its own way. “But it’ll get bad if I don’t get some relief soon.” Tony just grinned, and touched something on the tablet he was holding. Bucky felt the vibrations change again, to a pattern that was a little stronger at its strongest point, but too fast-moving and erratic to bring him off. Bucky didn’t dare touch himself below the waist, but he clenched and squirmed and panted and groped at his own chest, as his eyes grew bright with unshed tears.

Pepper’s face came into the frame of the video on Rhodey’s phone. “Tony, stop torturing that poor man and let him come already,” she said. “Hello, James,” Pepper said, “Are you being a good boy for everyone?”

“Yes… ma’am,” Bucky gasped.

Pepper reached over Tony’s shoulder to touch something on the tablet, and the vibrations changed to strong steady pulses. “I need you to do one more thing for me, okay?” Tony tried to protest about “feedback, Pepper!”, but Pepper continued “I want you to touch yourself. Start with your nipples and work your way down. Don’t rush. Make it feel good. And don’t hold anything back. If you feel like you’re going to come, just let it happen. Can you do that for me?” she asked sweetly.

“Yes, ma’am!”

Rhodey moved the phone to give Pepper a better view, and Bucky closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and tried to relax as much as possible without toppling over. The metal of Bucky’s left hand felt delightfully smooth and cool against his overheated skin. Bucky’s hands teased his already sensitized nipples as long as he could stand it, then stroked over his flanks and belly. He stroked the warm sensitive skin of his inner thighs with his metal hand, shivered a little, and then, finally, very gently touched his own dick. After so much buildup, Bucky’s efforts were rewarded with an orgasm that would have knocked him off his feet if he hadn’t been kneeling on the carpet. As it was, Bucky felt a bit woozy.

“Good boy,” Pepper said. She turned the vibrations off and smiled. “Take good care of him.”

“We will,” Natasha assured her.

“‘Bye, everyone!” Tony said. “Thank you for your participation, your feedback is very important to us, if any of you are recording this feel free to send me a copy.” The phone screen went dark, and Bucky collapsed gently onto the carpet.

“Poor exhausted darling,” Natasha said, stroking his hair. “I think it’s time for a break.”

Sam and Rhodey hauled Bucky up onto the bed, and with a judicious application of telekinetic tickling, Wanda woke him up enough to get Tony’s experiment out of his ass and drink some juice. But as soon as that was over, Bucky curled up and was out like a light.

Some time later - Bucky normally had a pretty good internal clock but his orgasm-fogged brain couldn’t tell how long he’d been out - Bucky awoke to the feeling of cool dry hands and a warm wet washcloth on his body. *Vision,* he thought muzzily. Androids never suffer from sweaty palms.

“Ah, James, you’re awake,” Vision said. “Are you feeling any better?”

“Right as rain, pal,” Bucky said. “Just tired.” Bucky shivered a little, despite the warm room, and noticed that Vision hadn’t stopped at cleaning Bucky’s genitals and lower belly. “Viz, why are you giving me a bed bath?”

“I’m sorry. Would you like me to stop?”

“No, go on, it’s nice.” And it was. The android’s touch didn’t feel sexual, or clinical, or maternal, or any other convenient mental category that Bucky had, but it was pleasant to feel cared for.

“You worked up considerable perspiration, and I thought you might want to wash it off for comfort and aesthetic reasons.”

“Meaning I was starting to smell a little? Okay, that’s probably fair,” Bucky said, amused.

“And humans often find warm water comforting,” Vision continued.

“Yes, yes we do.”

“Would you like me to do something with your hair?” Vision asked, after Bucky was cleaned up and bundled in a clean bathrobe against the cold. “Wanda’s been teaching me different kinds of braids. It would help protect you from snarls.”

Bucky considered this a moment. If he wore his hair long and loose, other people were more tempted to pull and play with it. But he did not enjoy combing out rat’s nests, and Natasha was the only Avenger with a serious hair kink. “Sure, Vision,” Bucky said. “I could stand to update my look.”

OP Fill: Better Than A Company Picnic (Bucky/Everyone, no warnings) 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

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