Clint/Bucky/Steve- 17 and 16.
“Hey, Katie-Kate. I’ll be there in ten,” Clint says into the phone as he hitches his pants up around his waist. Steve immediately starts missing the bare skin, the smattering of scars and freckles. He still gets an eyeful of Clint’s biceps, which are indecent all on their own.
“No, I’m not doing anything important,” Clint answers after a beat. “Just at the store. You want more Doritos?”
Steve doesn’t know how he lies so easily. Judging from the way metal fingers clench slightly on his own bare hip, Bucky’s not sure about it either. Clint hangs up the phone and bends down to pick up his shirt. There’s a few minutes of rustling that grow increasingly frustrated and Bucky pushes up from the mattress beside Steve, his hair brushing Steve’s shoulder.
“Just borrow one of mine, Barton,” he says. “Don’t keep your girl waiting.”
“She’d kill you for calling her that,” Clint answers with amusement, but he picks up something at random from the floor and slides it on. It’s one of Bucky’s favourites, dark red plaid, and Steve’s breath catches in his lungs in a way it hasn’t since he was asthmatic.
“This was fun,” Clint says brightly, leans in to press his lips against Steve’s. It doesn’t last long enough, but then Steve gets to watch Clint kiss Bucky, which is pretty nice too.
He says it too brightly, though.
“Alright, see you guys at the team meeting on Monday,” Clint says, and then he’s gone, the only evidence of his visit being the missing shirt somewhere in their apartment.
Steve lets himself sigh then, a little longingly, and Bucky presses his face into Steve’s shoulder briefly, stubble scraping against bare skin. He’s still a little sweaty from earlier activities but Bucky doesn’t seem to mind as he wriggles closer, presses a finger into a fading bruise that Clint had left.
“Did you-” they start at the same time, stop.
There’s a long pause and then Bucky thunks his head against Steve’s shoulder again, sounds defeated when he speaks again. “I want to keep him.”
Well. Fair enough. Steve’s brain is still replaying the last hour on repeat, and he’s starting to think that propositioning Clint Barton for one night of sex was a terrible idea for reasons that weren’t on the pro/con list that Bucky made on Thursday.
“Me too,” Steve says, and his voice is just as defeated as Bucky’s.
