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"The Vienna City Hall is the most imposing non-religious building in Vienna in the neo-Gothic style. It is located on the prestigious Ringstrasse street, opposite... " - Zemo nervously crumples the worn-out brochure in his hands and reads the tiresome text for the sixth time this morning.
Yes, he had been there, in this marvelous 19th-century structure. He had come to pay homage to the city hall for permission to open a restaurant in the historic part of the city, and participated in several festive events organized there, representing his restaurant. And once, he even supplied desserts for the Vienna Ball a few years ago.
He is quite familiar with this place, but... He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that today he is going to the City Hall for a wedding ceremony. His own ceremony.
It seems like everything is going smoothly: the driver called to inform him that he would be at his house soon, the organizer on site messaged that everything is ready for the procession, and guests are already starting to gather. The invited ones (colleagues from the restaurant and a few loyal business partners) have been sending their heartfelt congratulations since early morning, promising to attend the ceremony. There was no hint of the typical wedding chaos.
But Helmut literally couldn't stay still for a second. Almost ready and prepared, he crossed the room at a brisk pace in different directions an infinite number of times: he stopped at the mirror, looked at his appearance, snorted unhappily, and dashed to the closet, looked for something there, and returned to the mirror again. Then to the door, to check on Nessa in the children's room, and then back to the mirror again.
He tied his tie with five different knots, and each subsequent one seemed terribly unsuitable to him. The ash-blue suit that he fell in love with at the boutique now seemed too dark, and his face against its background appeared painfully pale. His face seemed to show every wrinkle, even the smallest ones he had never noticed before, and the restaurateur seemed incredibly old and dull. His shoes seemed too tight and his jacket too wide. After five minutes, Helmut thought exactly the opposite: the jacket was tight, and the shoes were wearing out...
He nervously exhaled and forced himself to stop by the window, carefully examining the street outside the glass. The day was beautiful, the sun was shining, but it wasn't too hot yet, the driver wasn't there yet, and it was still early for him... Why was everything irritating him and not satisfying him?
Deep inside, Helmut understood why. And it had nothing to do with the unbuttoned cufflink or the shade of the suit fabric. He was nervous because... he doubted. Even on this morning, just a couple of hours away from the moment X, Zemo still wasn't sure about what he... They are going.
Understand this correctly, Zemo didn't doubt his feelings for James. He loved the chef, even his thoroughly pragmatic and logical mind couldn't deny the depth of his emotions for the man. Every time he saw James, the warmth in his chest only intensified. He knew that Chef Barnes's feelings were genuine too; James consistently proved his love not just in words but in actions.
But all these events... The proposal, the preparations, the wedding... Helmut wondered if maybe they were rushing things. Perhaps they should have checked their feelings; maybe they didn't need these official ceremonies at all. What if the feeling burned out, and everything ended? What if James eventually decided he didn't want this?
Alas, Zemo was already familiar with weddings, and the event did not bring him anything good afterward. What if...
"Daddy!" His troubled thoughts are interrupted by Nessa, who appears at the room's threshold. Helmut turns to her and can't help but smile - her brightly blue dress with embroidered flowers swayed as she moved, emphasizing the beauty of the young girl.
But it seems the anxiousness wasn't hidden from her father by the smile. Nessa suddenly frowned and rushed straight to Zemo:
“Daddy, why are you so sad? Today is such a day!” The girl exclaimed with genuine enthusiasm, waved her hands, and even spun around several times on her axis.
“I can't hide anything from you, Nessa.” Helmut exhales with a quiet chuckle and sits down lower to be at Vanessa's eye level. “Daddy is not sad; Daddy is just... nervous.” The man did not make up new, non-existent reasons, or tell stories. It was their common event, and he decided not to hide anything from his little girl.
After his last sentence, Nessie unexpectedly smiled.
“You know what Bucky told me yesterday in the kitchen?” The girl's expression was very mischievous, and her voice sounded conspiratorial.
“And what did he say..?” Zemo tried to keep his voice as steady as possible but surrendered on the last syllable.
“That he can't wait for the next morning and... He's ready to carry us in his arms! Both you and me, can you imagine, Dad? Silly Bucky, he won't be able to lift both of us together! Nessa giggled loudly, covering her mouth with her hand.
“Silly Bucky indeed.” Zemo played along with his daughter and smiled broadly, and the lost sparkle returned to his eyes. And he realized that he was the only one here who was really silly.
“Well, are you ready?” Helmut affectionately stroked his princess's hair, saw a joyful nod, and stood up. “Then let's go.”
When the car stops at the City Hall, the restaurateur sees guests and colleagues climbing the steps, and the anxiety returns to him. It seems like he still can't fully believe what's happening. Nessa happily jumps out of the car, and Zemo closes the door behind her. With a fleeting glance at the parking lot, the man notices a parked black bike. He's here. Helmut, with an effort of will, maintains a serious face, only the corner of his lips, twisted in a smile, indicates how much it touched Zemo.
Helmut takes Nessa by the hand, rises, and enters the brightly lit hall of the building along with everyone. At that moment, he thinks about how he wasn't as nervous even when he opened La Sokovie and his first restaurant in Germany.
At the entrance to the ceremony hall, Zemo notices James among the rows of seats. His future husband (Helmut still struggled to get used to that thought) stood next to John in a stunning suit, casually chatting about something. Just as the restaurateur was about to call out to Bucky and approach, he was "caught" by Sam and Sharon, who appeared out of nowhere, gestured, and dragged him along with Vanessa into a dimly lit corridor, where they could hardly be noticed.
“What are you doing? Sam, Sharon, would you mind explaining what's going on?” Helmut switched to an irritated whisper because the kitchen folks didn't let him say it loudly.
“Nessa, do you know about the old wedding tradition? By the way…” Sharon, for some reason, addressed her rather than her boss.
“Just don't tell me that you plan to observe these useless customs…” Unable to hide his annoyance, Zemo rubbed his nose with his fingers and frowned.
“A couple about to be married should only see each other for the first time in their wedding attire as they walk down the aisle! Otherwise, there will be unhappiness!” Sharon was telling the story to Nessa in a completely serious tone and in faces, barely restraining sly glances in Zemo's direction. Nessa listened to every word.
“Are you serious?...” Helmut refused to believe what was happening. They were two adults, and he absolutely didn't want to play these "bride and wedding dress" games.
“Oh, come on, boss.” Sam allowed himself some familiarity. “Don't deprive the guests and yourself of the surprise effect. Besides, there's not much time left to wait; all the guests are already in place.”
Zemo just sighed helplessly and didn't argue. Usually, he was the one who organized all the work and the event down to the last detail, ready to break and throw things if something didn't go according to plan... But today, he was too overwhelmed with emotions to intervene and change anything.
Meanwhile, James didn't hide his nervousness: he shook off invisible dust from his shoulder about ten times, fidgeted with cufflinks, adjusted the handkerchief and boutonniere in his pocket, and constantly looked around... for someone. Of course, everyone knew who. John, who came to cheer up his chef, tried to talk about random things, but Barnes hardly listened to him. After a couple of nods that missed the point, John decided to give up.
“Where are they... Everything is ready, the ceremony is about to start…” The head chef turned to the voice that seemed familiar to him, but... There was still no sign of Helmut or Nessa in the passage.”
“Don't worry, chef.” A colleague reassuringly patted James on the shoulder. “Someone said they're coming, so they'll be here any moment.”
Their conversation was interrupted by a sudden commotion; a marriage registry employee entered the hall, the guests stood up, and John led the still-worried Bucky to the place where he needed to go to the altar.
The registry employee, with the enthusiasm inherent to the occasion, delivered the opening speech to all present and then invited the first person willing to marry – James Barnes – to stand up. Along the red carpet, Sam led Bucky, but James seemed not to hear the congratulatory words and didn't notice the enthusiastic glances. He smiled gently at the guests but still looked for Zemo with his eyes - and didn't find him. As he approached the ceremony leader, the chef turned to the hall and heard his own heartbeat - unlike his partner, this wedding was the first for him, and he had never felt anything remotely similar before.
The employee of the wedding venue announces the second name: "Helmut Zemo"...
The second man in an ash-blue suit enters through the partially opened doors. The restaurateur walks arm in arm with Sharon, who is triumphantly smiling, as her plan unfolds.
Enthusiastic whispers sweep through the hall, and James locks eyes with Helmut - and as if forgets how to breathe.
Helmut can't hear any other voices, not even Sharon, humming beside him somewhere very far away. All that makes sense to him now are the sapphire-blue eyes across from him, looking at him with such warmth that Zemo's insides clenched.
Finally, Helmut can fully see the image of his chef as they approach on the aisle. Zemo smiles to himself: they hadn't discussed the suits, bought them separately, but ended up both choosing blue - James's only a couple of shades darker than his own. But the restaurateur wasn't in a hurry to attribute it to a coincidence. Most likely, it had to do with Vanessa, who had been insisting for the past week that she really wanted a blue dress for the celebration... And the head chef knew that well.
“Hi... You... look absolutely… amazing... I'm speechless.” Bucky finally says in a hoarse voice, overcome with excitement when Sharon demonstratively hands Zemo's hand to James and steps aside. The man can't tear his gaze away from Helmut, and because of this, there's even a slight pause, and the registry office employee has to intervene and ask both of them to take their places - facing each other.
“Oh, stop it, James…” Zemo can only manage that, but the instant blush on his cheeks speaks for him. The pounding heartbeat in his ears prevents him from hearing the officiant's address.
Time to say the vows.
James knew the words they had chosen for the message by heart, but when Helmut stood before him in this damn wedding suit, nervous no less than him (Barnes saw that), all the words seemed so unnecessary, made up, he just wanted to hug... The chef gently touched Zemo's hand, drawing attention.
“Helmut,” James starts uncertainly. “I'm happy that one day I decided to cross the threshold of "La Sokovie," and then you gave me a chance to be there, next to you. I'm grateful.” The man lifts his head and looks proud, his eyes filled with happiness. “And today, you chose me as your life companion and gave me a chance to be with you in sorrow and joy until the end of our days. I swear to cherish this and carry your trust and love in my heart. I love you, Helmut.”
Zemo's eyes sparkled with uninvited tears.
“James. I look at you and can't believe that such an incredible person can be with me.” The restaurateur tries to control his voice, but it breaks on the last words. “You impressed me first with your professional talent, and then - with your huge kind heart. I want to spend every day of my life with you. I want you to become our family. James. I love you.”
Under the joyous sighs of the guests, they slightly turn to the crowd. And only now, caught up in the storm of emotions, Helmut realizes that he doesn't see Nessa. Delight gives way to suspicion, and then genuine fear. Zemo regains his serious expression and scans the hall with his gaze in search of his little girl.
“James, James…” He quietly attracts his groom's attention, trying to make sure no one else hears him. “Have you seen Vanessa? Where is my girl? Has she really gone missing?!” He grabs the sleeve of James's jacket and is almost ready to rush down the steps to look for his daughter, but Bucky stops him, gently grabbing his hand.
“Helmut, take a breath and look ahead.” Barnes cautiously points towards the doors.”There she is.”
Zemo lifts his gaze and exhales with incredible relief - indeed, at the entrance to the hall stands his Nessa, starting her procession towards them. In her hands, the girl holds a small red pillow with two rings resting on it.
When the joyous Nessa extends her offering to them, Helmut no longer tries to wipe away the veil that covers his eyes. The rings with the engraving "H & J" fit perfectly on their fingers. The ceremony employee somewhere in the background finally declares them lawful spouses. Barely hearing this, they both take a swift step toward each other to embrace and give each other their first wedding kiss.
Unexpectedly, white and pink petals start raining down on them from above, and the guests in the hall clap and loudly shout congratulations. But Helmut pays no attention to anything except James's warm and so dear lips and the taste of salt, yet his newfound husband doesn't let him think about it for too long.
James holds Helmut's hand in his, Nessa sits beside them, and Zemo, contemplating how magical he feels this moment, loses sight of when they approach "La Sokovie." The sign isn't lit, but even through the lowered curtains on the windows, he notices people bustling inside. Besides, at City Hall, he saw that the restaurant team left slightly ahead of them.
In fact, the man was against having the wedding dinner in his restaurant. A full day off was a priority for the entire team in his thoughts; he truly wanted his colleagues to have fun and not think about work. But the guys managed to persuade him: they promised that the dishes would be prepared in advance before going to the ceremony, and then they could sit very comfortably in a place that was familiar and dear to each of them, feeling like a real family, without outsiders. Helmut was so touched by his team that he didn't object.
“Hey, is someone going to open the door for us?” James playfully complained, knocking on the closed door of the restaurant. “Or have you started celebrating without us?”
“Just a second!” They heard Sam's familiar voice.
“The newlyweds are already here, be ready!” And Sharon's voice was faintly heard from somewhere in the distance.
“I don't know what's taking them so long... I have the key; let me open it, let me in.” Helmut regained his businesslike tone and just reached for the door when it unexpectedly swung open.
“Welcome, happy couple... and the little princess!” Sam grinned at them and let them inside.
Helmut rolled his eyes, hiding embarrassment behind feigned displeasure:
“And how long were you planning to marinate us on the steps? And what are you doing here at all…” Helmut stopped short in the middle of the sentence.
Yesterday, they agreed to have dinner here, and Helmut didn't expect to see anything more than slightly shifted tables and set plates, but... The entire restaurant hall was decorated in the best traditions of modern European weddings: an incredible number of flowers in bouquets and elegant figures adorned the entire perimeter, fabric curtains, and draperies descended in waves from the ceiling, an impressive panel with the initials of James and Helmut hung on the large wall opposite the table, and on the curtains covering the windows, electric garlands of lights sparkled.
Chef Barnes was also looking around in shock, just like Helmut.
“Guys, how did you... But when... When did you manage to do all this?” James, in the heat of emotions, couldn't find the right words.
The entire kitchen and restaurant team were just smiling, watching the reactions of the newlyweds, and lined up in a row to congratulate them. Amid their cries of "Congratulations!" Zemo couldn't hold back tears again.
“One thing I know for sure: the best people in all of Austria work in this restaurant, no, in the whole world! How glad I am to work with all of you…” Zemo's gratitude knew no bounds. He, along with James, approached the colleagues and hugged each one: expressing his gratitude now seemed especially important.
Later, they all sat down at the table. It was a wonderful evening; everyone was smiling, telling different stories about the restaurant's life and sharing impressions of today's ceremony. However, the surprises of the evening didn't end there: you should have seen James and Helmut's faces when Sam and Sharon rolled a huge blue and white three-tiered cake into the hall! And on top of this cake were figures of two men in suits and a girl in a dress. Of course, Nessa got the most delicious piece and all the figures. She immediately staged a "happy family" scene until the chocolate sculptures completely melted, while Helmut and James just quietly watched this hilarious scene, holding each other's hands in a soft grip.
Suddenly, their conversations are interrupted by music. A light, relaxed melody, perfect for a slow dance. James and Zemo look around at everyone present, the rest of the guys look around for the "culprit" and then they notice John, who had just asked to go out and come back with an impressive speaker on full blast.
“Oh no, guys, please, you don't have to... You won't make us…” Helmut refused until the last moment and looked away, hiding his embarrassment. It seems that today he has had enough surprises.
The man turns around at the sharp sound next to him - James stands up from his chair and opens his hand to him in an inviting gesture. The restaurateur looks up at him. Bucky's eyes were so warm, and the encouraging voices were so loud (they certainly won't calm down), that Helmut simply couldn't refuse.
When they found themselves in a free spot in the guest hall, and Helmut felt the chef's strong arms around his waist and his own around the man's neck, the music became a little quieter as if intentionally, and the cheers stopped, even the whispers subsided. Zemo was looking only at James, but he could feel how everyone was looking at them now.
“Damn, they did it on purpose…” Helmut grumbled softly right into James's shoulder.
“Come on.” The chef exhaled with a smile. “It's a good idea; look how hard they worked.” Bucky replied quietly, swaying in a paired dance. “And you and I could use it, you know. You and I haven't been anywhere near each other these past few days, with all the preparation and the turmoil... Now I have the opportunity to hug you like this and not think about anything.” James whispered almost into Zemo's ear, pulling the man closer.
“Well, you're right, James.” Helmut agreed, exhaling wearily, and raised his gaze to Bucky. “Just, you know... So many things... It seems like it's too... Much for me.” Zemo gently pressed his lips in a smile.
The chef is silent, the pause drags on, Helmut stops moving to the music.
“James?” Helmut looks at him questioningly. “Why did you...?”
“There's something else.” Bucky slid his gaze over the restaurateur's face in indecision, it was obvious he wasn't sure whether to speak.
Zemo froze in anticipation.
“I'm listening carefully...?” Helmut maintains a serious face, but inside he is bewildered: there is some secret that Chef Barnes hid from him? They haven't discussed anything lately... Zemo doesn't know how to feel about this.
“Helmut, I…” James swallows a lump in his throat and starts speaking. “I've gathered the documents... for Nessa's adoption.” The chef looks at Zemo intently, catching every gesture. “I consulted a lawyer on the paperwork, everything is ready there, it's just a matter of permission from your side and... If you don't mind, I would really like Nessa to become my daughter too... Helmut?” Bucky called him uncertainly.
After everything that happened today, Zemo decided that he couldn't be surprised anymore. But this impossible, incredible, fantastic Mr. Barnes once again confirms that he can do what others cannot. Helmut perfectly understood the warmth and love with which the man treats Nessa; he made Zemo a proposal, expressing his readiness to become part of the family. But now... Helmut was catching his breath and didn't know what to answer.
“I'll understand if you need to think, we can…” James started quietly, misinterpreting the pause in the conversation.
“We can.” Zemo interrupted him. “We absolutely can, and I give you my consent right now; I've already given it to you, even though I can't believe you did this,” Helmut said with a sigh and, in a soulful impulse, pressed closer to Bucky, tenderly embracing his face with his palms.
“Should we tell Nessa?” Zemo whispered directly into Bucky's lips.
“Let's tell her when the documents are approved?”
“Okay.”
The music died down and they kissed sensuously in the middle of the hall, pressing themselves into each other, and no one around them dared to disturb their tender intimacy.
“The restaurant is closed tomorrow. Everyone has a day off!” Zemo manages one last shout when the three of them with Bucky and Nessa are still escorted to the car to seat the newlyweds and send them home through the lights of the night city. On the way, they almost don't talk – everyone is incredibly tired after a difficult day, and Nessa even managed to doze off in the seat. Bucky had to carefully pull the girl out himself, and then carry her in his arms to her room. Helmut just shakes his head disapprovingly that Nessa fell asleep in her dress, but carefully covers her with a blanket and leaves clothes nearby on the shelf for the morning. He allows himself to stop by the crib to look at his princess (who also had a difficult but happy day today), but then Zemo feels strong arms hugging him, a kiss burning on his cheek, and then he completely succumbs to the force that takes him from the nursery to the bedroom.
James gives Helmut a kiss full of tenderness and unspoken feelings. They savor each other's lips, trying as if for the first time, although they kissed a good hundred times today, they can't tear themselves away. But then, making themselves step back, they both undress slowly and independently - there is almost no strength left. Remaining in their underwear, Helmut falls weakly onto the bed with a light thud.
“Jaaaames, I can't believe this day is finally over.” He says almost with a moan and closes his eyes.
“I can't believe this day happened at all.” Helmut opens his eyes and sees before him sky-blue ones that even shine in the dim light. “And that all this is not a dream, and you are really my husband, Helmut.”
James smiles, but his gaze is very serious.
“Of course, it's real... Here I am, right in front of you, see?” Zemo whispers inspirationally and carefully puts his hand on Bucky's smoothly shaved cheek. “I'm with you, James, and you voluntarily signed up for this, by the way!” The restaurateur teases and sees the man opposite him smiling and how his gaze softens.
“I can't wait to be paid for this bold and reckless decision.” Helmut hears Bucky's hoarse whisper, and in the next moment, he almost screams from surprise when James covers him from above and presses him to the bed. “Come here.”
James kisses his husband softly but persistently, leaving no chance for retreat. His lips are so soft, and his tongue is so hot that Zemo leans forward and responds fervently before fully realizing it. They caress each other and share one breath so passionately that Helmut's head begins to spin from a single kiss. He embraces Bucky by the shoulders, and just in time, because James suddenly turns over sharply, pulling Zemo onto himself. Now Helmut is lying on him, and James continues to kiss him as if it were the last chance in his life, his hands wandering over the back and thighs, stroking and gripping, squeezing and scratching — claiming him.
“Where do you get the strength from?” Helmut breathlessly whispers into Bucky's lips when they finally manage to tear away from each other.
“Helmut, I want you so much... It's very...inspiring.” Bucky looks at Zemo with half-crazy eyes and still finds something to answer.
The chef doesn't waste time; he lowers his hand under the fabric of Helmut's boxers and squeezes his buttock. Zemo stifles a groan, burying his face in James's neck and breathing heavily.
The man pressed into Bucky beneath him, felt the other's obvious erection and a heat burned his cheeks.
“What on earth are you doing to me…” The restaurateur mutters into Bucky's neck, but he understands everything.
“I haven't even started yet.” Barnes hoarsely replies and impatiently removes Zemo's underwear, and then his own.
James slightly bends his knees and helps Helmut rise a little higher. They start kissing passionately again, biting and licking each other's lips, playing with their tongues, releasing muffled moans. Meanwhile, Bucky's finger approaches the cleft between Zemo's buttocks, touches the tight little hole, and gently applies some pressure, penetrating inside. Helmut freezes for a moment, but the kiss doesn't break; he takes a deep breath, one, two, three... And then helps himself relax, allowing James to penetrate deeper, and now the man's whole finger is inside him.
Bucky continued to kiss Zemo selflessly while gently but methodically stretching him with his fingers. As the three fingers opened freely inside James almost growled - it was simply unbearable to endure any longer. He pulled away from Helmut slightly with only one request.
“Helmut, please, do it, Helmut... my love…” The last word ignited a warm flame in the restaurateur's chest, and he just nodded briefly and kissed James on the lips again.
Then he leaned back a bit, slid his right hand behind his back, found Bucky's straining cock, and directed it inside himself. It took him a few seconds to adjust, and after that, he descended onto it with a long, but unified movement, driving his man's cock into himself to the hilt.
James hissed loudly, trying not to scream (Nessa is still sleeping in another room), and painfully squeezed Zemo's thigh - emotions were looking for a way out somehow.
Helmut paused, gave himself a breath, and then started moving slowly on top, sometimes rising almost releasing the cock from himself, then lowering down to the very base. And this trick was definitely worth it - just seeing James, throwing his head back on the pillows but not for a second taking his eyes off him, was enough. The chef gripped Helmut's hips tightly, breathing often and heavily, and with his hips trying to adjust his rhythm to push even deeper into Zemo.
When they finally managed to synchronize the erratic movements, Helmut almost screamed himself—it was so tangible and intense. James felt it and quickly pulled Zemo toward him by the neck, kissing his wet mouth. The kisses were messy and awkward but helped a lot not to groan out loud because the thrusts were deep and strong, and they both were inevitably coming to the edge.
When Bucky, with a particularly successful movement, touched a very sensitive spot inside the man, Helmut realized that he couldn't hold on any longer.
“I love you.” He managed to say in between heavy breaths, and then he cum, biting his lips.
“I love you too.” James replied, reaching his climax right after.
It was deep into the night, and they, tired but happy, lay in each other's arms, covered by a shared blanket. Helmut dreamed of this moment lasting forever. Of course, it wouldn't, but everything that happened today would remain in memory forever.
“I've been doing some thinking at my leisure.” The chef's voice came.” What do you think about going away?” James issued a sudden question, drawing lines on his husband's shoulder.
Helmut froze.
“Going away?” Zemo even raised himself on one elbow to look James in the eyes. What was he talking about? Everything had just fallen into place for them – the restaurant, the family, Nessa... What kind of departure are they talking about?
“Oh, no-no, wait, you misunderstood…” Bucky quickly continued, noticing the obvious fear in Helmut's eyes. “I meant to go away… on a trip. For a couple of weeks. Just imagine, me, you, and Nessa…”
Helmut imagined. There was a time when he himself traveled to so many places, and so many countries and cities he would like to show to Nessa... The restaurateur sighed heavily.
“You understand that we can't,” Zemo replied with a slight sadness. “Do you want to leave the restaurant without its head chef and manager for two weeks? In other words, to destroy it? And where will we come back after the trip? To chaos? It seems to me that both you and I have invested too much in this restaurant to just sacrifice it like that.” Helmut gently lowered his head onto Bucky's shoulder and sighed once again.
“That's why we can go!” James persisted. “My guys in the kitchen are just gold. I'll prepare them additionally before leaving, and they'll do fine without me.” Bucky enthusiastically explained. “And you? We've filed all the reports; you have nothing to worry about! And you can definitely instruct our hall supervisors on how to keep all the checks and your papers in order, I'm sure. Helmut, it's just for two weeks!” The tone of the chef made it clear that he was serious and not going to give up.
“I don't know…” Zemo wanted to object but couldn't find a compelling reason.
“Don't you want to take Nessa to the seaside? The little one has never seen the sea!” Oh, James knew exactly where to push.
Helmut was silent, struggling with himself, but deep down, he knew that Bucky was right.
“Okay, okay, you convinced me, let's try!” Zemo didn't have time to finish because he was already engulfed in strong embraces.
“Tomorrow, I'll book the tickets,” James smirked and kissed his husband on the lips, not allowing him to protest.
“You're a crazy man.” Helmut playfully snorted when the chef finally let him speak.
“Maybe so, but I'm your crazy man, right?” Mischief sparkled in James's eyes.
“Oh, James, I confirm, that's the most pleasant thing about you,” Zemo replied jokingly.
“I wouldn't rush to conclusions, Mr. Zemo…” Bucky whispered almost ominously. “...I have many pleasant things about me."
“Like what?” Zemo raised an eyebrow expectantly.
“I'll show you vividly right now…” James whispered flirtatiously and slid a bit lower on the bed, kissing Helmut's neck, while placing his hot palm demandingly on his stomach.
“Oh no, James, James, stop,” Helmut belatedly realized what awaited him and, with a tiny hope, started attempts to dissuade him. “We're both tired, and we really need to sleep... Oh, James, please... Actually, Nessa will wake up very early, and we'll have to get up too. We won't get up, James... Oh, Jaaaames, stop... And anyway, if we're too loud, Nessa might wake up... Aaah…”
Unfortunately, all attempts to dissuade were in vain, and Helmut could not avoid multiple kisses on his neck, strong and caring hands on his waist, and passionately hot caresses afterward.
In fact, Zemo didn't really fight back.
In fact, he was happy.