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Curt gets back to the airfield three days later. He's greeted with a cheer when he walks into the bar and laughs when he's lifted into the air and carried over to his usual seat on the bench next to Bucky.
"You couldn't call to say you were headed home?" Bucky asks with a grin as he sips his whiskey. "I'd have left the lights on."
Curt pulls the glass from Bucky's hand and takes a long drink. It goes down awful. Cheap and dirty. It's perfect. "Where's Buck?" he asks.
"Not here yet," Bucky says. He gives Curt a loud, smacking kiss on the cheek. The kind that's easy to get away with as guys start to crowd around and shake Curt by the shoulders to welcome him home.
Curt drops a hand on Bucky's knee and squeezes hard as Demarco comes over with two beers, one of which he hands to Curt.
"To the toughest SOB in the whole damn Army Air Force!" Demarco yells.
There's a cheer, and lots of clinking. Curt downs half his beer in his first gulp and just barely feels the brush of Bucky's fingers on the back of his neck.
There's a sudden shuffling of the men surrounding them, and then the crowd parts for Buck. Curt can't help but stare at him as he says something to Dye and makes him laugh. He's as neat as Bucky is slightly bedraggled. His smile goes wide when Dye says something back to him, and then he turns and sees Curt.
"Well, there's John's little spoon," he says, and there's a burst of laughter from everyone around them.
"Hey, be nice or I'm not gonna share," Bucky says, and for a moment, his fingers tighten wonderfully on Curt's knee.
"No, you be nice or I won't," Buck replies and squeezes in on the other side of Curt. He pats him on the back and slides his hand down his spine for a few inches before lifting his hand. "Good to have you back," he says. "Bucky and I make terrible bookends without you."
More laughter, and someone hands Buck a ginger beer.
Curt finishes his first beer and finds a full one in its place before he can get up. Bucky's sipping his whisky, arm around Curt's shoulder as he talks to Crosby about something. Buck's leaned in closer than usual on his other side, faintly bobbing his head to the music as he listens to one of the other men say something Curt can't hear over the general din of things.
The nurses and the doughnut dollies and the typists come in as Curt takes the first drink of his new beer, and he grins when their overly crowded table suddenly gets a lot of open space.
"Well, guess you know where you stand with them," Buck says, giving Curt a soft smile.
Curt shrugs, which jostles Bucky's arm. Bucky responds by tugging him closer without breaking his conversation with Crosby. Now that the table's emptied out, he can hear them. They're talking baseball.
"They're talking baseball," Curt says, jerking his head towards Bucky and Crosby.
"Hmmm," Buck says. He rubs his bottom lip with his thumb, then glances askance at Curt. "You want a third beer?" he asks, his tone genial, but his eyes sly.
Curt takes a slow drink of his beer just to enjoy the way Buck watches him. He puts down his glass and drops his hand, slides it up high on the inside of Bucky's thigh.
"And–hold on," Bucky says to Crosby, then turns to give Curt his full attention. "Something you need?" he asks, and his tone is arch enough that Crosby laughs.
Curt tilts his head to Buck. Bucky meets Buck's gaze, and Curt watches as Bucky's own goes curious. "What are you up to?" Bucky asks.
"You want another drink?" Buck asks.
Bucky licks the corner of his mouth, and Curt squeezes his thigh roughly. Bucky shifts and leans on Curt so he's closer to Buck.
"Maybe," Bucky says.
"Okay," Buck says and stands up. "Hey, Cros, you got a minute?"
"Sure," Crosby says, amusement all over his face.
Curt watches Buck and Crosby walk to the bar together. Buck leans down to say something, and Curt nudges Bucky when he feels him tense. "Jealous bitch," he mutters.
"Not," Bucky replies, still tense. "He's just up to something. And if he's involving Cros–"
"He's covering our asses," Curt finishes, flashing Bucky a grin.
Bucky gives him one back. "Exactly."
Buck comes back a minute later with a beer for Curt and a whiskey for Bucky. He sits on Curt's open side again, crowding in well beyond necessity to share the bench. "Cros is gonna get a card game going," he says. We'll be bowing out because Curt's tired, I don't play, and you–" he points at Bucky, "are out of money."
"I am absolutely not," Bucky replies with a snort. "I made fifteen bucks last night." He waves his hand before Buck can say anything else. "But to find out what you're trying to get away with, I'm out of money."
"Good boy," Buck says, and Curt shivers at the way it makes Bucky clench his hand into a fist.
"You're so easy," Curt says to Bucky.
"I felt you shiver," Bucky replies.
"Thought it might be fun to boss him around to welcome you back," Buck says to Curt before he can form a reply. "Remind him who the big spoon really is."
Curt beams and gives Bucky his sharpest look. "Yeah," he says. "That sounds real nice."
"Do I get a say?" Bucky asks, then throws back his whiskey in a gulp. "Or do you really think I'm so easy?" he adds, eyes bright with mischief.
Curt takes a gulp of his beer as he hears Crosby yell out to Bubbles to round up some card players.
"I got a letter from Mrs. Jean Crosby today, gents!" Crosby says, and Curt watches the way Bubbles's face lights up just as much as Crosby's. "I'm feeling lucky!"
"You're sure not getting lucky!" someone yells, and there's a roar of laughter.
"Oh, if only they knew," Curt says. He and Bucky and Buck have taken their turn covering for Crosby and Bubbles to get their own alone time.
"Oh, Cros knows and Bubbles knows and Jean knows, that's all that matters," Buck says.
Curt nods in agreement and stands up. "What I wanna know is where we're going," he says.
"I'd like to know, too," Bucky says. He finishes the last bit of Curt's beer and stands, then bumps against him, hands on Curt's waist for just a second. A tiny, dangerous touch that makes Curt want to lean back and pull Bucky in closer.
"Steady, boys," Buck says as he stands as well. He tips his head to the side, and they follow him out the door of the bar and around the side of the building. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out something. It takes a moment for the moonlight to hit it, but then Curt sees it's a key.
"What's it to?" Bucky asks.
"A cottage," Buck says, walking backwards. Curt and Bucky follow. "The elderly couple that lived there left the area because we damn Americans were just too loud. But they liked Crosby, so they asked him to look after the place."
"Where is it?" Curt asks, shivering in anticipation of the three of them and a little spot of their own.
"Follow me," Buck says and turns on his heel.
Curt and Bucky hurry to flank him. They cut across the open field, and when they're a hundred yards from the bar, Buck suddenly turns to Curt and pulls him close, pushing his chin up and kissing him like he's dying for it.
Curt responds in kind, white-hot desperation running through him as he grabs the belt on Buck's jacket and holds on for dear life. He groans a moment later when Bucky presses against him from behind, kissing under his ear and down his neck, his hands sliding over Curt's ass and then slipping around the front to lie flat against his belly.
Buck breaks the kiss and breathes wildly. "Whatever you want tonight, you take it," he says to Curt. He looks at Bucky. "Yeah?"
Bucky tips Curt's head back and leans down for an absolute mess of a kiss. The neediness of it makes Curt's back arch, and he groans when Buck's fingers tangle with Bucky's in his hair.
Bucky drags his mouth sideways, leaving a wet trail along Curt's cheek. "Yeah," he rasps, "whatever you want."
"Aren't you so polite," Buck says, voice barely a murmur.
"For fuck's sake, would you kiss him already?" Curt says to Buck. "You know he's aching for it."
Buck presses his fingertips into Curt's head and leans against him. "Come here," he says to Bucky, and Curt feels Bucky press against him again to meet Buck halfway. Curt tips his head and kisses them both on the chin as they kiss each other. Another few seconds, and they break apart but don't move.
For nearly a minute, they all simply stand there. Buck's hand in Curt's hair. Bucky's arm around Curt's middle. Bucky nuzzling the top of Curt's head, and Buck touching Bucky's cheek with a soft tap of his fingertips.
"Where's the bed?" Curt asks, and it makes Buck and Bucky laugh, just as he intended.
"Come on," Buck says and pulls Curt close with the hand still on his head. He gets his arm around Curt's shoulders and reaches out until Bucky shifts close enough he can hold onto the sleeve of his jacket.
"I'm not the one who took a detour to Scotland," Bucky says.
"Doesn't mean I want you where I can't touch you," Buck replies.
Curt hums in contentment as Bucky moves even closer and slips an arm back around Curt's waist.
They walk in silence the rest of the way to the cottage. It's a stout little thing in a rough cut clearing just a little ways into the trees. Bucky has to hold his lighter out so Buck can find the keyhole, and then Bucky leads the way in, lighter held aloft.
The cottage is three rooms; a sitting room, a kitchen, and a bedroom. In the bedroom, there's a small gas lamp on the bedside table. Bucky lifts the flue and lights the wick, then turns the flame down as low as he can before replacing the flue.
"Curtains are shut," Curt says as his eyes adjust to the mild light.
"Given what Crosby and Bubbles apparently get up to here, I'm not surprised," Bucky replies. He puts his lighter on the table, then empties his pockets. When he turns, his gaze goes straight to Curt. "Where do you want me?"
Curt glances at Buck. "You wanna go first?" he asks.
"No," Buck says. He sits on the bed and takes off his shoes and socks. He unbuckles his jacket and undoes the buttons, stripping it off and hanging it over the bed frame. "I want to watch you first."
Curt nods and looks at Bucky again. "Buck's wearing less clothes than you," he says. "You should fix that."
Bucky grins and takes off his jacket, belt, tie, and uniform blouse. He glances behind Curt at Buck. "Fixed," he says.
Curt looks over as well. "Help him out of his clothes, will you?" he asks Buck.
Buck nods and stands, walking over to Bucky and slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. "Get your undershirt off," he says to Bucky.
"You're not in charge right now," Bucky taunts, eyes flashing to Curt.
Curt grins. "Take your fucking undershirt off, Bucky."
Bucky removes it with no finesse and tosses it to the side. Buck drops to his knees as he pulls down Bucky's trousers and helps him step out of them.
"Get his underwear, too," Curt says. "Then come give me a hand."
Buck nods and reaches for Bucky's waistband. He nuzzles just above it for a moment, and Curt's insides flutter at the way Bucky touches his face.
His boys, he thinks. All his. And he's all theirs.
Once Bucky's naked, Buck comes over to Curt and starts to work on his uniform. Curt points to the bed, and Bucky climbs on, gaze never leaving Curt and Buck as Buck gets Curt undressed.
"Kiss me," Curt says when Buck has his jacket open.
Buck leans in and kisses him, gentle and sweet. His hands press against Curt's sides, and Curt grabs his forearms to keep him good and close as long as he wants. When Curt ends the kiss, Bucky stays still for a moment before resuming getting him naked.
"Now, you," Curt says when Buck's folded his underwear and placed it with the rest of Curt's uniform.
Buck strips down without fuss, naked and smiling within a few seconds. Curt touches his chest, then his belly. He wraps a hand around Buck's cock and squeezes. Buck gasps and goes up on his toes. On the bed, Bucky palms his cock.
"End of the bed," Curt says to Buck and kisses his collarbone, then his shoulder.
"Okay," Buck agrees. He takes his spot at the foot of the bed, legs stretched out.
Curt joins his boys, focus going to Bucky. Bucky responds without words, stretching lazily, his hard cock bobbing lightly. "Not bad," Curt says. He drags his hands over Bucky's calves and up his thighs. He scratches at Bucky's hips and shifts forward, grinning when Bucky spreads his legs. "You're the easiest lay," Curt teases.
"It's what makes me fun," Bucky replies. He bites his lower lip when Curt strokes his thumb up and down the hair under his navel. "Touch me," he says.
"I'll do it when I'm ready," Curt replies. He hears Buck chuckle darkly behind him. "You wanna touch him, Buck?"
"Only if you want," Buck says, voice slower and lower than usual. He shifts and stretches his legs, moving them closer to Bucky, but not touching him.
Bucky groans and grabs at the coverlet. "Touch me," he says again, voice going high at the end.
Curt rubs one of Bucky's nipples and swipes his thumb over the head of Bucky's cock. "There," he says. "Touched."
Bucky shivers and lifts one hand off the bed. Buck moves smoothly but quick as can be, getting a hand around Bucky's wrist before he can touch himself.
"Now, that's not being nice ," Buck chides. He pulls Bucky's hand to his mouth and nips his fingertips.
"Yeah, taking away my fun of getting whatever I want," Curt adds.
Bucky hisses and goes limp. "I'm trying," he says. "But I missed you."
"We missed you," Buck corrects, though he doesn't nip Bucky's fingertips again.
"I missed you two, too," Curt replies. He grabs Bucky's hips and lifts, pulling him into his lap. "Get behind him, will you?" Curt says to Buck. "Get him ready to get fucked."
"Kiss me," Bucky says to Buck. "I love kissing you right before you're filthy."
Curt's mouth goes dry as he watches them kiss. It's gentle and easy, Buck taking control with a simple shift of his neck. Bucky going pliant like he never does for Curt's kisses. Curt loves it. The way Buck can so easily settle Bucky, the way Bucky always meets Curt with the same force and fight that Curt can't help but put in his kisses.
"My turn," Curt says and gets his hands under Bucky's lower back, he leans forward, mouthing up Bucky's sternum, then stealing a quick kiss from Buck before heaving Bucky up and onto his lap. He pulls him in hard, their open mouths meeting off-center. Curt gets a handful of Bucky's hair and tugs, tipping his chin so their kiss lines up. Bucky bites Curt's lower lip, and Curt responds by sucking hard on Bucky's tongue. Curt is distantly aware of the bed shifting as Buck reaches for the vaseline Bucky had had in his pockets.
Curt pulls away from Bucky and gives him a hot look. "You were sure you were getting dick tonight, huh?"
"I know a couple of easy lays," Bucky says. He yelps when Curt twists a nipple. "Worth it."
Curt twists the other nipple just as hard. Bucky drops his head to rest on Curt's shoulder. He throws it back a moment later, when Buck presses against his back and clearly touches his hole.
"Teach him some patience," Curt says, and the flash of Buck's cockiest grin makes Curt's dick twitch.
"I'm fine," Bucky says. "I don't need patience."
"It's not for you," Curt replies, reaching between their bodies to take both their dicks in hand. "It's so I have enough time to jerk off on you before Buck fucks you open."
Bucky throws his arms around Curt's neck and peppers kisses all over Curt's cheeks and forehead. "Missed you," he whispers.
"Missed your little spoon?" Curt murmurs, laughing into Bucky's ear when Bucky groans.
Buck rocks back and forth in his lap, dick sliding against Curt's in a hot stroke, breathing a sharp hiss when he pushes back towards Buck.
"He feel good in you?" Curt asks. "You let him work you over while I was gone?"
"Once," Bucky breathes out. "Just once."
Curt meets Buck's gaze. "Only once?"
Buck shrugs. "Not the same without you," he says. "And there wasn't a lot of time."
"In the equipment shed," Bucky says. "Didn't even get my pants all the way off."
"He wouldn't let me get them all the way off," Buck corrects. He slides his free hand around Bucky's side and down his stomach, tangling his hand with Curt. "Let me," he says.
Curt drops his hand, gripping the outside of Bucky's thigh as Buck jerks them off. "You like it dirty," he says to Bucky. "Always fucking filthy."
"It's fun," Bucky says, then gasps as Buck twists his wrist.
Curt's hips snap at the touch. He drags his mouth up the front of Bucky's neck, then across his shoulder until he reaches Buck, who pecks him on the mouth and nuzzles his cheek.
"More pressure," Curt says.
Buck tightens his grip, and Bucky mewls. Curt hisses through his teeth to try and hold himself together, but Buck speeds up his hand, and he does something to Bucky that makes Bucky punch out a breath and bite Curt's shoulder.
Curt yanks Buck's hand away and takes himself in hand, leaving Bucky's dick to bounce against his fingers as he whimpers and rolls his hips backwards, clearly riding Buck's fingers.
"Eyes open," Curt says to Bucky, digging his thumb under Bucky's jaw to keep him in place.
"Yeah, oh yeah," Bucky agrees. His nails scrape Curt's bicep, then he's slipping out of Curt's lap and onto his hands and knees. He doesn't break eye contact.
"I was using that," Curt says to Buck, who's lining up to push into Bucky's ass.
"You can still use his mouth," Buck replies, not looking up as he slides into Bucky.
"Can't believe anyone thinks you're a choir boy," Curt says. He grabs Bucky's head and leads it to his dick. "You wanna suck me off?"
Bucky just nods loosely, back arching as Buck pulls out and pushes back in.
"I'm gonna come in your mouth while Buck fucks you, and then I'm gonna get hard and fuck you myself."
"Please," Bucky says.
"Such a polite young man," Buck says, running his hands up Bucky's back until he can hold his shoulders.
Curt wants to say something too, some praise for Bucky or a tease for Buck, but Bucky licks Curt's fingers, then the part of his dick above that, and then sucks Curt's dick into his mouth until his lips touch Curt's fist. "Fuck," Curt hisses, pressing upwards. Before Bucky can roll with it, Buck pushes down from behind and traps him in place.
Bucky whines and sucks harder at Curt's dick, shivering from head to toe as Buck ruts against him.
"You're a fucking maniac," Curt says to Buck. Buck responds by grabbing the side of Curt's neck and pulling him into a firm kiss, He licks the roof of Curt's mouth, sucks on his tongue, and finishes by simply keeping Curt close and breathing hard into his mouth.
"Come on," Buck says. "I can't stay still much longer."
"You got places to be?" Curt manages to wheeze out before he can't say a thing. Bucky's sucking him like the world is ending, and Buck's still got a tight hold on his neck. Curt makes a high-pitched sound and tugs hard at Bucky's hair. Bucky doesn't let up as Curt comes in his mouth and only softens his lips when Curt grunts and pinches his cheek.
Buck hauls Bucky backwards as Curt drops flat. He grabs Bucky's pecs and starts to fuck into him hard. Curt watches through half-lidded eyes and pants so loudly it echoes in his ears.
He nearly lost this, he thinks. He could still lose this.
He scrambles to his hands and knees and stumbles his way to them. He cups Bucky's face in one hand and kisses him as he uses his other to jerk him off. Bucky whines and writhes and shakes, and Curt keeps kissing, turning his head when Buck leans in and kisses where their mouths touch. He licks at Buck's mouth, then bites at Bucky's lip, and somewhere in between they give back as good as he's giving. Bucky comes, and Curt props him up with his own body as Buck reaches his own orgasm.
When Buck stops shaking, Curt backs away, taking Bucky's hands to lead him down. Once Bucky's on his stomach, limp the way he only goes after a good fuck, Curt looks at Buck and sees the fear he feels in his own belly.
Oh, but they could lose each other for good.
Curt glances at Bucky, then at Buck, not sure what the fuck his face is doing, but Buck goes very still, then nods shakily. Curt nods in return. Whatever happens, they'll take care of each other. However things may end up by the end of the war.
"I was promised a back-up fuck," Bucky slurs, rubbing his head against the coverlet.
"That's how you think of me?" Curt asks and slaps his ass.
Bucky undulates and turns so he can blow Curt a kiss. Curt blows one back.
"Come here, you hedonist," Buck says, manhandling Bucky like he's nothing much. He gets Bucky on his side with his upper leg bent at the knee. He lies down so he and Bucky are nose-to-nose and throws Bucky's upper leg over his own hip. He gives Bucky butterfly kisses as Curt positions himself behind him and slowly presses into him, not fully hard but he'll get there soon enough.
"Mmmm," Bucky says. "Big spoon you got there."
Curt thinks his heart shouldn't clench at that stupid joke. But, god, it does, and looking at Buck, his is clenching as well. "Shut him up, will you?" Curt asks. "I'm trying to concentrate."
Buck uses his left hand to tilt Bucky's mouth where he wants it. He slides his right over Bucky's hip, and then over Curt's as well, fingers digging in harder than usual as Curt starts to fuck Bucky slow and steady.
Curt doesn't know how to tell Buck he feels the same. And both of them know Bucky won't ever allow any sort of conversation about the close call in Scotland or what could happen the next time any of them go up in the air.
He kisses the hard notches of Bucky's spine and moves slow and easy so he can feel every press of Buck's fingertips. Maybe he'll die tomorrow, he thinks. But he'll go out knowing he was loved, and that's more than some get.