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It had been a week since Tony last saw that strange man that had turned him so on but then disappeared after… a comment on monsters? He wasn’t even sure why the guy left after that, but he had hoped that he would see him again before now, but no luck. “Keep the door unlocked, right,” he sighed as he stepped into his bedroom, the door clicking shut. He pulled off his oil stained t-shirt, trying to push his father’s shouting out of his mind.
If you were really so smart, you would know what you did wrong and fix it! How are you even my son?
Tony didn’t want to let it get to him, but it was so hard, just so hard to ignore. His whole life had been like this, when all he wanted to hear some kind of praise from the man that had helped create him. His mother did nothing to soften the blows, but her criticisms didn’t sting as sharp. Hers were just manners, etiquette. Those he could handle.
“What’s wrong?”
He froze for a second before turning to his bed. There he was, the handsome man from before, casually sprawled across Tony’s bed. “You’re back…?”
“I had to see you again,” Bucky told him, straightening up so he could sit as he watched him. “Please don’t stop undressing just because I’m here.”
“Where did you go? I thought you would be coming right back!” Tony snapped. “Was I really not good enough?”
“Not good enough? What are you talking about?”
“When you said ‘not you’,” Tony told him.
“No no no, doll, no. That’s not what I meant,” said Bucky, rising to his feet. “I was going to hurt you… I didn’t want to do that.”
“You think disappearing for a week like that didn’t hurt me?”
Bucky sighed. “I’m sorry… Listen, I had to take care of some stuff. I’m back now though, right?”
“Bucky, I wanted you every night for a week…”
Bucky nodded and reached out to Tony, pulling him in by the waist. “I wanted you too, okay? Just got busy. Forgive me?”
Tony didn’t want to at first, but he did lean into Bucky, feeling how cold the other felt underneath the fabric of his clothes. “I forgive you…”
“Thank you…”
“Why are you always so cold?”
Bucky laughed, “I told you.”
“But that’s impossible.”
“Want me to show you just how impossible it is then…?” Bucky asked, pulling Tony against him. “I’ll be gentle.”
Breathing in Bucky’s scent (autumn?), Tony wrapped his arms tightly around the other. “Don’t be,” he whispered.
“No?”
“No… No, please don’t be gentle, not after how long you made me wait.”
Bucky simply held onto him, wanting to give in, but could he really? What if he went too far? “Alright…” he told Tony, kissing his head. “Alright.”