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Re: Fill: Better Than A Company Picnic (Bucky/Everyone, no warnings) 5/?

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A/N: Have 1700 words of fisting and light medical kink! I hope you enjoy. Also, whiskey flavored lollipops are a real thing.

Bucky didn’t have too much time to get lonely after Clint and Laura left, because Steve came in a few minutes later and pulled Bucky into a giant patriotic hug. “Hey, Buck,” Steve said. “How’re you holding up?”

“Pretty good,” Bucky said, snuggling into Steve’s embrace.

“Ready for Doctor Cho?” Steve asked.

Bucky stretched experimentally, alert to any soreness or twinges. All good. “Yeah. If I’m gonna do this at all, now’s probably the best time. But stay with me, okay?”

“Always, Buck.”

Steve sat down at the head of the bed, with Bucky lounging between his legs. Vision ushered Doctor Cho in with a dry “The doctor will see you now,” and Bucky felt a little jolt of not unpleasant mild trepidation knock some of the fuzz from his brain.

Bucky liked Helen Cho as a person, and had great respect for her professional expertise, but he wasn’t the biggest fan of doctors and medical procedures in general. Which is why they had arranged for Helen to have her way with him after Bucky was too fucked-out for his anxiety to get a foothold. What would have been a “hell no” from a cold start sounded like a pleasant challenge after five orgasms and a lot of petting. And of course, Steve had his back.

The doctor was wearing her usual powder blue labcoat, but with matching thigh-high stockings instead of scrub pants, in honor of the occasion. “Hello, Bucky,” she said. “You’ve had quite an evening. I’m here to examine you and make sure you haven’t injured or strained anything.”

“Go ahead,” Bucky said.

Helen started by feeling Bucky’s forehead, looking at his tongue, and running a fingertip delicately along his lower lip. “A little dry,” she said. “You should drink some water soon.”
“Yes’m.”

Helen took out her stethoscope, listened to Bucky’s heart, and told him to breathe deeply for her. “Pulse and respiration sound good.” Her fingers brushed over Bucky’s nipples. “A little abraded, I see. This should help.” She took out a little bottle of some kind of lotion from her labcoat pocket, and massaged a dab of it onto each of Bucky’s nipples with cool, clinical gentleness.

“I need to examine your genitals now,” Helen said. “Steve, get him into position.” Bucky found himself lying on his back on the bed with his hips tilted up, his legs in the air, and Steve’s strong hands holding his thighs as far apart as they could comfortably spread. He felt ridiculously exposed, considering that he had been naked all evening. “Thank you, Steve,” Helen said. “Bucky, please try to relax.” Bucky obeyed, although the intense vulnerability of the position he was in didn’t make it easy.

Helen put on a pair of medical gloves and began her examination of Bucky’s dick. “Good color and temperature, adequate blood flow, no sign of injury or abrasion,” she recited, while fondling him detachedly. “Have you had any difficulty achieving or maintaining an erection?” she asked. “Or have any erections lasted an uncomfortably long time?”

“No, doc,” Bucky said, since the business with Rhodey and Tony’s experiment had been on purpose and probably didn’t count. “Everything goes up and down when it’s supposed to.”

“Any difficulties achieving orgasm?” she asked.

“No ma’am,” Bucky said.

“Any soreness, numbness, tingling, or lack of sensation?”

“No ma’am.”

“Very good. But I would like to test your peripheral pudendal nerve function myself. For thoroughness’s sake.” Then she took out a little vibrator, turned it on, and grinned, before she resumed her serious doctor poker face and turned back to Bucky. “Please tell me if you feel any numbness or discomfort,” she said calmly, before she touched the tip of the vibrator to the head of Bucky’s cock. Bucky jerked in Steve’s grip and suppressed a whimper.

Helen continued her “testing” over every inch of Bucky’s cock, and then moved down to his balls and perineum. When the function of Bucky’s nerves had been determined to her satisfaction, Helen turned the vibrator off, wiped it clean with a wet wipe, tucked it back in her labcoat pocket, and grinned down at Bucky’s sex-flushed face before resuming her cool, clinical doctor persona. “Congratulations, Bucky,” she said. “Nerve function is normal. I need to examine your anus and rectum now.”

“My ass feels fine to me, doc,” Bucky said.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Helen said. “But the tissues in that area are very delicate and-” she stifled a giggle “you have been putting them through a lot. I need to make sure.” She dabbed a bit of lube on two of her gloved fingertips and rubbed them gently across Bucky’s asshole. “Any soreness?”

“No ma’am.”

Helen squirted on more lube and massaged his hole more vigorously. “How about now?”

Bucky grinned and leaned into the touch as much as he could with Steve holding his lower body in place. “Right as rain, doc.”

“Excellent.” Helen slicked up one finger and eased it inside him. “How does this feel? Any discomfort?” Bucky smiled and shook his head. “Now I need you to clench down as tight as you can, please.” Bucky obliged her, and Helen winced a little at the pressure. She hadn’t really been prepared for super soldier kegel muscles. “Clearly, no loss of muscle control or contractility,” she said drily. Helen slid in another finger and gently stroked Bucky’s prostate. Bucky squirmed happily in Steve’s grip. “Prostate feels normal, no signs of congestion,” Helen said. “Any discomfort?”

“No ma’am.”

“Very good. Now I’m going to test the elasticity and resiliency of your internal tissues. Please let me know if you are in pain at any point.” Helen smiled down at Bucky, put on some more lube, and then slid three slick fingers inside his body and twisted her hand. Bucky whined and dug his heels into the mattress.

Helen had four of her fingers buried Bucky’s ass up to the knuckles, Steve was still holding him in place, and nobody was paying any attention to Bucky’s dick. It was disgraceful. But Bucky had his hands free, and nobody had told him not to touch, so he reached down and gave his dick a few leisurely strokes. Nothing too intense - Bucky didn’t want to come yet - just enough for a bit of relief. Helen eased the tip of her thumb inside Bucky’s body to join the rest of her fingers, then rested her free hand on Bucky’s lower belly. “Relax as much as you can for this part, Bucky,” Helen said. Bucky did his best to oblige her.

Helen wriggled her thumb in a little deeper, then squirted some more lube on the exposed part of her hand. Then Bucky felt a moment of impossible stretching before the tension eased and was replaced by an equally intense but more bearable fullness as Helen curled her entire hand inside him.

“Good boy,” Helen said softly.

“Bucky, are you okay?” Steve asked. Bucky realized that he was shivering and there were tears in his eyes.

“Never better,” Bucky said. “It’s just… a lot.” Steve responded to this by letting Bucky’s legs go in favor of cuddling Bucky to his chest. The warm and pressure of Steve’s arms were welcome and grounding, and Bucky responded by pressing back against Steve’s hands in an attempt to remind him that hey, Bucky’s nipples were right there and would appreciate some attention.

Helen gently but inexorably worked her hand as deep as Bucky could comfortably take, and then began thrusting in earnest, with slow sure strokes. She was, objectively, fucking Bucky much more gently than Natasha or Sam had done, but Bucky felt every millimeter of thrusting and tiny twist of her wrist like she was wringing the pleasure out of him. Bucky closed his eyes, lolled back against Steve’s chest, and tried to relax as much as he could, under the circumstances. He wanted to bear down on that glorious fullness, but he did not want to dislocate any of Helen’s fingers.

Bucky was already pretty fucked out, and was able to just ride the waves of pleasure for a good long while, but eventually the sensation built up to a point that even super soldier endurance could not hold back. Bucky pulled his brain together and managed to say “Doc, I think you might wanna pull out.”

Helen stopped thrusting. “Why, is it starting to hurt?”

“No, but I’m gonna come soon and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s okay, Buck,” Steve said. He blushed a little. “Nat did this with me, once, and she was okay. You just have to position your fingers right.”

Well now, if that wasn’t an image to keep you warm on cold nights.
Helen nodded. “I’ll be fine, Bucky. Just let it happen.”

“Suit yourself,” Bucky said.

Helen smiled, and began thrusting her hand again, at a slightly different angle that put more pressure on Bucky’s prostate, Steve reached down and wrapped his big warm hand around Bucky’s dick, and Bucky. Was. Gone.

When Bucky had his wits about him again, he found himself cuddled against Steve’s chest while Helen cleaned him up with wet wipes. “You don’t have to do that, doc,” Bucky protested.

“Now, Bucky,” Helen said, in a gently reproving tone, “what kind of doctor would I be if I didn’t pay attention to hygiene?” Helen finished cleaning Bucky up, then threw the used wet wipes and her gloves in the trash, and leaned down to stroke Bucky’s hair.

“So, how’d I do, doc?” Bucky asked. “Everything where it’s supposed to be?”

“Very much so,” Helen said. “You did very well, James.”

“So if I was a good patient,” Bucky asked, “Do I get a sucker?”

“If you insist,” Helen said. She reached into another pocket of her lab coat and pulled out a plastic wrapped lollipop.

Bucky accepted the sweet gratefully, peeled off the wrapper, and stuck it in his mouth. Mmm, bourbon. Steve nudged him gently. “Thanks, doc,” Bucky said, without taking the candy out of his mouth.

“You’re very welcome, Bucky.” Helen bent down again to stroke Bucky’s hair and kiss him on the cheek. “Make sure he drinks some water,” Helen told Steve, before she turned to go, leaving Bucky lying blissfully exhausted in Steve’s arms.

Bucky would have been happy to just lie there and cuddle for the foreseeable future, but Steve insisted that he drink a glass of water. It figured. Little punk never took any care for himself unless he had pneumonia in both lungs, but now that the tables had turned he became this giant patriotic mother hen.