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okay but what would gale’s role play in the lucky charms au . 👁️ would he be bucky’s roommate or

Ooohhhh hmmmm nooooo I think Bucky likes living in his little palace alone and having Curtie over whenever he wants.. BUT… Gale is hmm.. maybe a forensic psychologist. He’s working with Bucky on a specific case??? Maybe besties too?? I could see Gale being a therapist. He’s soft and understanding. He likes to listen. And watch.

Try as I might to have some self control and STOP MYSELF from writing or like maybe edit shit down but I simply can’t shut the fuck up. Have this literal entire chapter of SOMETHING???

If yall don’t like this shit don’t freakin READ IT: exhibitionism, kinda threesome, buttplugs, slutty Curt

“You know, you shouldn’t even be in here for all this, Angel.” Bucky eyed Curtis who was sitting in a leather chair beside the fireplace, legs everywhere as he flipped through pages of a coffee table magazine, a LIFE on World War II. “I’m sure we’re breaching some sort of client confidentiality clause.”

“Hey, maybe he’ll learn somethin’.” Gale shrugged, sat at Bucky’s desk where they went over case files together. “What are you goin’ to school for, Curt?”

“Aerospace engineering.”

“Oh..”

Curt popped his head up over the back of the chair, Bucky’s blue beanie pulled over his wild hair he had no plans on taming that day. “Won’t even know I’m here.” He sunk back into his spot, legs pulling him into a curve with his magazines laid over his thighs, most of them on wars past.

As he lounged, It was hard not to listen. Whatever case the two had been working on together seemed rather brutal, and Curt sat there soaking up all the details he could to piece together what exactly had happened.

Bucky didn’t like talking about work with Curt, for their time together was sacred to him and if they began tainting it with talks of legal matters like if his client would be sentenced to life in prison or not, then his entire life would he engulfed by it.

Curt was his one and only escape.

“Hey..” He peeked over the chair again, only his eyes and the beanie visible. “Sorry fellas, but — ain’t they checked the cameras by Neon?”

“What’s Neon?”

“The arcade.” Curt seemed baffled. Though, the more he thought about it, the more he recognized a lawyer and a criminal therapist may not know the ins and outs of every arcade in the city. “It’s right next to the Buzz.”

“We’re not detectives, Curt.” Gale shrugged a shoulder, though he’d brought up a decent point. “How do you know they have cameras? Seems nothing else on the street does.”

Curt hid himself behind the chair again, his lips tugged into a smirk as he shrugged his shoulders.

He’d been into more petty crimes as a college freshman. He was more broke then than he was now and he had to get it out of his system somewhere — the arcade, unfortunately, was one of his usual victims.

“Worth a shot.” Bucky grabbed his phone to send out a few texts, not noticing the way Gale had been eyeing Curt, soaking up every detail of him that he could possibly see, although he’d been practically engulfed in fabric — a big sweater that swallowed him, jeans, Bucky’s beanie.

Curt was a cutie, and Gale had become accustomed to his and Bucky’s dynamic over time, though at first he’d always wondered why Bucky didn’t settle for someone out of college, perhaps in his field.

Someone who’d understand him.

Yet, it was clear almost right away nobody understood Bucky more than Curtis did.

Gale almost envied that.

“You might wanna switch majors, Curtie.” Bucky stood and leaned over the chair, hovering upside down over Curt who beamed up at him, their lips eventually locked in what eventually began to look like an intense make out session to Gale, which he had used as an excuse to scuttle away.

“Gotta split.” He blurted, and disappeared to hide his blush in his car where he sat for awhile just to catch his breath.

Things went on that way for some time — Bucky and Curt growing increasingly comfortable around Gale who never made them feel like they had to hide any parts of their relationship, but this was of course due to his own curiosities.

Gale had never kissed a man. Never thought about it, really, until he met Bucky’s sometimes-slutty College Kid boyfriend Curtis who liked to run around in his underwear in the mornings and lounge shirtless in Bucky’s study during afternoons, hitting his dab pen by the window bench and reading while he and Bucky worked together on their case studies.

As one would have it, Gale had found himself growing increasingly distracted as months passed by — and Bucky had begun to notice.

“Take a picture.” Bucky murmured, lifting his nose from the stack of court room transcripts in front of him to eye Gale who’d might as well be drooling, his gaze chained to Curt who twirled the hair at the nape of his neck with his fingers as he read the Fundamentals of Aerodynamics, a lollipop shoved in his cheek.

It seemed too perfect.

Almost cinematic.

His brain had already seared the image into his memory — no picture needed. “I’m sorry.” Gale murmured, having no real excuse for himself. “Daydreaming.”

“About?”

Gale looked down, blinking a few times to ground himself in the current reality that crashed upon him, which was explaining his fascination with his best friend and case partners boyfriend. “S’— Uh- I -“

“He distracting you?”

Silence, except the far off rustle of a page flipping in the distance.

“No - no - it’s - no-“

“S’okay, Gale.” Bucky’s voice was a low whisper, his back hunched over the desk to inch closer. “What’s the first thing you look at? When you look at him.”

Both of them were watching Curtis then, drawn in again by his presence. He was hardly doing anything special — in fact, he was reading what anyone else would consider to be one of the most boring books on planet earth, but he made it look so good. So intriguing.

Before Gale could stop himself, he blurted a quiet “His mouth.”

“Ooh,” Bucky tsked as he nodded his head, “Nice little mouth, huh? I think it’s his hands for me.” His voice got even quieter, deeper. “He uses both of ‘em, if you were wondering.”

Gale had gone to stand but Bucky slapped his hand against his wrist, pulling him back down to his seat. “Why do you always run off?” He took note of Gale’s reddened complexion and the sheen of sweat glazing his cheekbones. “Sit.”

He plopped back down in his chair.

“It’s — it’s not right, Bucky.”

“What’s not right?”

“He’s your boy. It’s not — I shouldn’t be looking at him like that.”

Bucky was using his Attorney at Law hypnosis on Gale, and it was working. “What way do you look at him?”

“Like I’d eat him.”

“And would you?”

Gale swallowed the lump in his throat, watching Curt pull the baby blue lollipop from his lips and flip another page, his body contorted in a way that’d pinch Gales back if he tried it, but Curt was like a cat in that way. Always finding the strangest positions to lounge. “I’d lick the plate.”

More silence, but Bucky had toed Gale’s ankle beneath the table as they bounced heat off of one another.

“He’d let you, you know.”

Bucky was never good about sharing, but something about Gale had tweaked the same nerve that Curt had the first time he met him.

“Wait. Have — have you talked about it?”

“Oh, plenty.” Bucky rolled his eyes, as if the question was silly, though he’d already forgotten who was the first to bring it up. They’d both agreed that there was something special about Gale — something neither of them could quite put their finger on. “He’s fond of you.”

Gale sounded far away, “Fond..” he breathed, hardly able to slow his thoughts long enough to realize what had just happened in the span of only two minutes.

Admittedly, it’d felt nice to get it off his chest. He didn’t have to hide his stares anymore, or act as though watching the two of them make out wasn’t one of the hottest things he’d ever seen in his fucking life.

What he hadn’t anticipated was for Bucky to call Curt over who whined at the interruption, folding a corner of his book to mark it before he walked the floor, standing beside Bucky with a tilted head. “What?” He mumbled, his brow furrowed like he’d been woken up from a nap.

“Don’t be a brat.” Bucky pulled Curt into his lap ass first, back pressed to warm chest. Curt was facing Gale then, his legs hooked around Bucky’s thighs that pried themselves apart which had in turn caused Curt’s legs to spread and his cheeks burn red hot almost instantly. “He said he’d lick the plate.” Bucky whispered into his ear, nipping at his lobe. “What do you think?”

Curt grinned like a devil, settling into Bucky’s lap, allowing himself to melt there. Blue on blue, Curt on Gale. They stared at one another but Gale had glanced away here and there as to not burn holes into Curt’s skin. “Lick the plate, uh?” He barked and Gale found himself flinching at his own words coming from someone else’s lips. “I’d like to see ‘em try.”

Bucky glanced to Curt, made sure this was truly okay, and once he’d been fully convinced, he undressed Curtis like a doll, displaying him again in the same position with his back against Bucky’s chest, his legs spread over his boyfriends thighs, shown off to Gale whose body had turned into a furnace.

“You don’t get to touch yet.” Bucky’s said to Gale once his fist began working itself over Curt’s cock that looked just the way he had always fantasized it would, perfectly pale pink, wet, stood all proud of itself against the peach fuzzy hair below his navel.

“S’fine.” Gale stuttered. He’d been more than happy to watch.

“You like watchin’ me, Galey.” Curt moaned around the stick of his lollipop, leaning his head against Bucky’s chest, his sights still trained on Gale who couldn’t believe his fucking eyes. “Gotta admit, I love givin’ you somethin’ to look at.”

Of course he’d noticed.

Of course he’d played into it.

Of course.

If he was eating a snack, he’d lick his fingers one by one when he was finished. If he was smoking, he’d do it in the sluttiest way he could and if he was reading, which was Gale’s favorite, he’d usually do it with a lollipop in his mouth.

Curt might make himself seem simple, ditzy, but the truth of the matter was that he was going to school to be a fucking aerospace engineer — and was on the fast track to graduating early.

He knew what was up.

“How’s he look?” Bucky looked over Curt’s shoulder to watch his own hand, and then over at Gale. “Must be better up close, hm?”

Gale nodded slowly, forgetting how to breathe.

He noticed the plug, the one shaped like a heart, right between Curt’s cheeks that were spread from Bucky’s knees prying his thighs apart, and felt his own heart stop. “What is that?” He whispered, his brows furrowed.

Gale had much to learn.

“S’a plug.” Bucky had finally worn Curt down but after the first time using it, he never had to ask again. “Been wearing it often, haven’t you, baby?”

Curt nodded his head eagerly, his jaw slack as his hips rocked upward into Bucky’s fist, arms reaching upward to rake his fingers into damp curls. “Y’know how many times I’ve played with myself in front of you, Gale?” Curt whimpered, his demeanor shattered momentarily by a moan but he continued to show himself off like he was for sale. “And you had no idea?”

“I — “ Gale bit his lip, “Really wish someone had said something earlier. Jesus fucking Christ.” He watched Curt adjust his grip, ass on Bucky’s knee instead to rut against the plug. “I’m - I - this is fucking insane.”

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion and yet, way too fast.

The excitement of being watched had sent Curt into making a mess of himself and Bucky’s trousers, though Gale had felt a sense of relief because of it.

Had he been made to sit and watch any more, he would have died.

(I’m forcing myself to stop here.)

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