Stucky in the Middle With You
Tony woke to the feeling of soft fingers lightly skimming over his chest, briefly covering the arc reactor. He blinked his heavy eyes open. The pale blue light, only slightly dimmed by his thin white t-shirt, lit the bedroom with a soft, soothing glow.
He trapped the large hand under his own, giving it a warm squeeze. "You're here in the tower, in bed, with me and Steve."
"I know," Bucky returned in an equally soft voice, "Not having a flashback, doll."
Despite their low pitched tones, on the other side of Bucky, Steve stirred. One muscled arm, resting over Bucky's waist, turned into a caress that swept up Bucky's stomach and chest. "What's wrong?"
"Nothin'," Bucky exhaled on a soft laugh. "You two stop mother henning me. I'm fine."
"Uhn-uhn," Tony denied, putting his fingers over Bucky's sinfully beautiful lips. He blinked sleepily, "In this house we don't--"
"--use the F-word," Steve and Bucky finished in unison.
Tony grinned, "Alright, yes, I know, I may be over-thinking this, big surprise. But seriously Bucky-bear, are you okay? Usually when you wake up in the middle of the night you're fighting demons."
"Tony's right, honey," Steve murmured, pressing a kiss behind Bucky's ear. Tony smiled at the way Bucky's eyes closed and his head tilted. He'd never get tired of watching his two handsome boyfriends together. "You sure everything's okay?"
"I wasn't having a nightmare or anything. I had to pee and for just a second when I woke up I couldn't remember where I was. When I was," Bucky turned his head so Steve could place a sweet kiss on his lips, "but then I felt your arms around me, saw Tony sleepin' all beautiful in the glow of the reactor...I remembered real quick. So then," his voice dropped almost shyly, "I remembered. I remembered everything between us, and how much I love you both. I was just laying here thinking how lucky I am."
"We're the lucky ones, baby," Tony murmured, raising Bucky's fingers to his lips for a tender kiss. "I'm glad sleeping between us seems to be helping with anchoring you in the present."
"Helps so much, doll," Bucky said hoarsely. He drew Tony closer and laid a soft kiss on his lips, rubbing his nose softly against Tony's, bringing a smile to his lips. "'m lucky to have you both."
"We're the lucky ones," Steve said, sounding emotional. He smoothed Bucky's tangled hair, pressed a kiss to his shoulder, meeting Tony's eyes with a smile. "I'm the lucky one."
"I think I can definitely say that I'm the lucky one in this relationship," Tony teased, and "I'm a genius so you can both save your arguments."
"Who me? Argue?" Steve sounded innocent as a choir boy but Tony and Bucky both laughed. "Yeah, yeah, yuck it up, ya mugs." He kissed Bucky's head, then stretched. "Now I gotta pee."
"I could stand to go," Tony agreed, sitting up.
"I never went," admitted Bucky, stretching a little in the open space between them. "I was too comfortable in your arms." He suddenly vaulted over Tony, who squawked, "Beat ya to it, Rogers!"
"Not if I get there first, ya punk!" Steve rolled quickly out of bed, jerking the last of the covers from Tony as he raced after Bucky.
Tony flopped back in bed, grinning. Damn super soldiers and their super bladders would be peeing for at least a minute straight. Looks like he'd have to wait on them. That was fine, he'd wait forever for his fellas. Here in this bed where they shut out the rest of the world.
Thank you to @cumberbatchedandgatissmitten who reminded me last night that I don't have to write a novel and I am not under any obligation to finish my WIPs. Writing (and finishing!) this wee bit of a thing was cathartic.
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Omg. Ian falls asleep starfished across the other bed but wakes up with Mickey draped across his back. 😆
YES!!
No but like I can so clearly imagine it happening where they walk into their hotel room and see the two beds and initially they’re a bit confused but then Mickey’s like, “Oh fuck yeah, I can finally stretch out without your boney ass knees in my back.”
Ian’s rolling his eyes at that as he brings their bags in.
And it IS great for most of the night, although Mickey’s comments get to be a little much
Got so much fuckin’ room over here, this shit is nice
Yo Gallagher, you think we should spring for a second mattress so we can have this at home?
Finally get some sleep around here without fallin’ off the bed cuz of your huge ass body
Ian stays blissfully quiet, goes about getting ready for bed while Mickey starfishes on his own while watching some random action movie they found on the hotel tv
All the room in the bed is great, so much room to spread out as they settle in for the night.
It’s amazing.
It’s - hmm.
It’s nearing 2 am and he’s still tossing and turning. He’s finally got enough pillows without his husband practically burrowing into his own. There’s no feet tangled with his, no annoyingly long toenails scratching at his leg in the night. He’s not overheated for once, no furnace blazing up against his own to make him sweat.
Fuck.
He looks over at Ian, frown growing as he stares at his dumb, little blissful face fast asleep in his own bed. Asshole.
He grumbles a curse, pulling the covers more around him and turning to face the window.
Fine. If that fucker’s fine with this then he’s perfectly good too.
He’s tossing and turning for another ten minutes before he gives up with a huff, turning again to stare at his husband as he throws off the covers.
“Ey, move over.”
The sound Ian makes as he’s violently shaken awake is akin to a squeal, his body unceremoniously shoved almost into the wall. He’s warm then cold then warm again as Mickey gets in, his sleep warm body burrowing into him.
“Cuddle me, bitch.”
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