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Re: Fill: Better Than A Company Picnic (Bucky/Everyone, no warnings) 4/?

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Bucky was doing some light stretching - because nothing spoils the mood like a leg cramp in the middle of sex - when Vision ushered in Clint, whom Bucky had not really expected to show up, and Mrs. Barton, who was a complete surprise. “Hey, Clint. Hello, Laura. Sorry about the mess.”

“It’s fine, James,” Laura said.

“I’m glad to see you both, but what are you doing here?” Bucky asked. “I thought it was date night?”

“It is,” Clint said “But we were in the area. And I kinda promised Laura I’d make out with you as an early anniversary present.”

“Fine by me,” Bucky said. He turned to Laura. “You want to participate, or just watch?”

“I’m happy enjoying the view,” replied Laura. So Laura pulled up a chair and Clint joined Bucky on the bed.

Bucky loved sex - clearly, he wasn’t doing all of this for a merit badge - he loved coming, he loved getting other people off. But this was good too. There was something pleasantly sensual and languorous about enjoying kissing and petting for their own sakes and not as preludes to something more intense. Especially since after five orgasms and getting *thoroughly* fucked by Natasha’s silicone cock, Sam’s flesh-and-blood one, and Tony’s latest science experiment, Bucky’s nether regions needed a break.

The thing about necking for its own sake was that it didn’t have a logical endpoint, besides “before the girl’s parents expect her home” or “when Steve gets back from the movies.” Otherwise, in the absence of curfews and roommates, you could keep kissing until you both got chapped lips. Which Bucky would have been happy to do - Clint was a very good kisser - but he didn’t want to make everyone else wait all night. Bucky was pretty sure that was bad gangbang etiquette.

The issue was resolved when an alarm on Laura’s phone went off. “Put your shirt back on and wash your face, honey,” Laura said. “We have reservations for six thirty, remember?”

“Yes’m.” Clint grinned and saluted, and kissed Bucky one last time before extricating himself from Bucky’s embrace and retrieving his shirt.

“Thanks for stopping by,” Bucky said, feeling suddenly awkward. What were you supposed to say in situations like this? It wasn’t like having people over for coffee and bridge.

“Believe me, James,” Laura said. She leaned over to kiss him. “The pleasure is all ours.”