for loki and sylvie

[semi_stable]

It's late when they finally leave the club, and soon Bucky finds himself in the middle of the backseat of a stranger's car, squeezed in between Loki and Sylvie. It's a tight fit, but being pressed between the two people he loves the most is arguably Bucky's most favorite place to be.

All three of them are a little intoxicated, which is something of a rarity. Bucky had spent the night sneaking sips from a flask that Loki kept conjuring up. He must have been hiding it away with magic, because it certainly hadn't ruined the line of the obscenely tight black pants he has on.

Streetlights flicker through the windows as they pass by, the driver thankfully remaining quiet up front. Bucky has his good arm tucked around Sylvie's shoulders and his metal hand on Loki's thigh, fingers tracing along the inseam. There's a warm anticipation in the air, spicy like sweat and alcohol, and Bucky smiles to himself as his hand slides down the front of Sylvie's shirt, fingers tucked into the cup of her bra.

"So, am I just dropping you guys off and heading home?" Bucky asks in a low, playful voice, knowing full well that he's doing nothing of the sort. "Or did you have other plans for me?"

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[thewrongpath]

"Hm, I don't know. Sylvie, what do you think?" Loki said, as if the thought hadn't occurred to him. "We could turn in, I suppose. It's very late."

His eyes were bright in the shadows of that backseat, which was really too cramped to accommodate a person with legs as long as his. Not that he minded a bit of closeness, his arm thrown across the back of the seat, heavy across Bucky's shoulders and fingers drifting to the back of Sylvie's neck.

The driver might as well not have been there. In fact, with a little magic, Loki saw to it that the man couldn't hear them at all.

[the_variant]

“Oh, I’m very tired,” she answers, stifling a faux yawn with the back of her hand. As if she’s not at all affected by the fingers in her shirt and the others against the back of her neck. Her oversized t-shirt is still damp with sweat from having thrown herself into the fray if the musical show over and over, and she could deal with it with magic easily enough, but she doesn’t. She likes how it feels. Terribly real and human.

And honestly, she is a little tired. But not so tired she doesn’t want them both to come to her room. Or Loki’s. Or the third floor, she honestly doesn’t care where they go.

“But maybe you ought to come inside,” she adds, teasing. “Make me some tea.”

[semi_stable]

The driver is either incredibly discreet or one of them has worked some sort of magic to give them privacy, and Bucky would bet on the latter. Even if he could see or hear them, Bucky isn't sure that he'd care at this moment. He's loose and relaxed, drunk on strong booze and their presence, the smell of them and how it feels to be pressed between them. Bucky feels a little like a live wire, worked up by their proximity all night, and he just wants so badly to be near them. He wants sex, very much so presently, but if all they wanted was to simply go to bed, he'd be happy to do so as long as it meant being at their sides.

"Tea sounds nice," Bucky murmurs, letting his fingers drift along the curve of Sylvie's breast, feeling dried sweat tacky against her skin. His hand drifts lower, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple between the knuckles of his index and middle fingers. A quick glance to the front tells him that the driver is still oblivious, eyes pointed at the road, and Bucky smirks to himself as his metal hand drifts up to settle almost possessively over Loki's crotch, thumb tracing the shaft of his cock through the fitted material of his pants.

"What about you, sweetheart?" He asks Loki, smiling pleasantly even as his hand grips a little more tightly between Loki's legs. "You want some tea?"

[thewrongpath]

"Tea sounds lovely," he answered, his voice deceptively steady, head tipped to better watch the progression of Bucky's hand beneath Sylvie's t-shirt.

Tea would be quite nice. And the three of them, warm in someone's bed. To sleep, or perhaps a bit more. He was flexible.

His cock, however, and Bucky's wandering hands, seemed to have made up their minds for him.

Only a few more minutes from their street, Loki's hand continued to drift along the slope of Sylvie's neck, working at the night's tension with a deft touch. Passing under a streetlight, he caught a glimpse of Bucky's eyes, nearly black in the darkness.

They were both so very beautiful.

[the_variant]

"Oh no," she says when Bucky asks if Loki wants tea. She says this all as if she isn't currently being fondled by one man, another working out a kink in her neck, words plain, with only the slightest inflection.

Her eyes are bright, however, even in the dark.

"Bucky, you're going to bring tea for me," she orders, happily knowing no such thing will happen. "And Loki is going to keep up with the massage. It all sounds very relaxing. For me."

[semi_stable]

"So a quiet night in for you, then. Early to bed," Bucky says dryly, with barely disguised humor, smiling over at Sylvie as he holds her breast in his hand. His other hand shifts to the inside of Loki's thigh and he squeezes, hips shifting as his own cock stirs in his trousers.

The car turns onto their street and Bucky twists enough to press his face to the crook of Sylvie's neck, kissing at Loki's fingers and then the spot under Sylvie's ear. Somehow she smells even better after all the sweating and dancing, and he wonders if it's because usually when he's near her sweaty, shining body, some part of him is usually inside of it. Maybe it's just Pavlovian at this point.

"I don't know how we'll occupy ourselves after you're all tucked in," he teases in a low voice, turning to press a kiss to Loki's jaw as the car pulls up to the curb. He's not even sure that he registers that they've stopped. "I bet we could cook something up, though."

[thewrongpath]

"Hm, is that so?" He said, though dutifully, his hands didn't stop. "Oh, don't count her out, just yet," he said to Bucky, giving Sylvie a knowing look. "I'm sure she has a long list of things to do for her."

With a bit of a wink, he pulled away suddenly, the muffling spell surrounding them literally popping like a bubble. Pulling out his phone to tip the driver and offering his polite thanks as he climbed out of the car, he reached in a hand to help Sylvie out, meeting Bucky's eyes over her shoulder with a sly grin.

[the_variant]

"Very long," she agrees as she takes Loki's hand and climbs out of the car, turning to offer her hand to Bucky. "I do believe you'll both be awake and working for several hours yet."

Once out of the car, Sylvie stretches and breathes deep, the night air still sticky and a little humid. It doesn't feel like the end of an evening, but a beginning. Hilde, she hopes, is long asleep in her house, and if they spy a light on inside, she'll have Loki perform the same spell on the townhouse that he had in the cab.

[semi_stable]

Bucky rates the driver and leaves a decent tip, then puts his phone away and reaches for Sylvie's hand. They approach the front door as a trio, Loki opening it while Bucky comes up behind Sylvie and wraps his strong arms around her waist, kissing the side of her neck as he lifts her up and steps over the threshold. Before the door can even fully shut, he holds her easily in his metal arm and reaches out to grab Loki by the waist, reeling him in to press a firm kiss to his mouth.

"Well," he says as he sets Sylvie down, turning to face them as he walks backwards toward the stairs and pulling his t-shirt over his head as he goes. "It sounds like we should probably get started, huh?"

He steps up onto the bottom step and looks at the pair of them, eyes soft as his broad chest heaves with a content sigh before holding his hands out for them. They're both so beautiful, so crazy and full of life, and they're his. Sometimes he isn't convinced that he isn't still on ice somewhere, and this isn't just some wonderful dream.