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“Party’s going well.” Bucky said.
Phil nodded, taking another sip of his wine. “It is,” he agreed, glancing at his watch. Things had started winding down fifteen minutes ago; he’ll give it another few minutes and then he’ll turn off the music and start kicking out the few people that hadn’t left yet. Since people were still recovering from the Fourth of July, not many were able to stay for the entire party anyway, most dropping in to give birthday wishes before disappearing. “Steve seemed surprised.”
“He had no clue.” Bucky grinned at Phil, bumping him with his shoulder as swallowed another mouthful of his beer. “I’m impressed. I thought for sure Clint would spill the beans.”
“We didn’t tell him until today.” Phil watched as Clint and Natasha danced in the open space that served as the dance floor. At least, Phil was pretty sure whatever Clint was doing was supposed to be dancing. It kind of looked like he was having a seizure. Steve walked up to them, his cheeks flushed, a big smile on his face, and a flimsy golden cardboard crown on his head with the words “Happy Birthday” printed on it. Someone (Phil suspected Clint) had hand-written the words “To America’s Ass” underneath the printed letters.
Natasha immediately wrapped an arm around Steve’s waist, moving to the music in a way that raised the temperature in the room a few degrees. Steve slung one arm around her, the other around Clint as they attempted to dance together, but Natasha was the only one that could be doing anything close to dancing.
“Smart move,” Bucky said, shifting his weight so his arm was pressed against Phil’s. Their fingers brushed, and a spark of heat traveled up Phil’s arm, settling at the base of his neck.
He turned and looked at Bucky, who was looking right back at him, a familiar anticipation in his eyes. Phil hadn’t seen Bucky in a few weeks; he’d been on a mission somewhere in South America. He’d sworn up and down to Phil he’d be back in time for tonight, and true to his word, he’d shown up at the Tower that morning, looking much too chipper for someone that had stumbled off a plane only a few hours before.
“Everything set up?” Phil asked, letting their fingers slide together a little more than just a casual touch.
Bucky nodded, his blue eyes twinkling. “Tasha took care of the mood lighting, and all the supplies are stocked. And she helped me make sure there’s plenty of clean sheets and pillows.” One corner of his mouth perked up as he turned to look at his three friends still dancing. As Phil watched, Natasha turned and gave them a small smile, throwing Bucky a wink, which Bucky returned.
Phil looked between the two of them, a slight frown on his face. “Did the two of you get started without the rest of us?”
Bucky turned to Phil, his mouth turning upwards into a smirk. He shrugged, draining the rest of his beer. “We had to make sure the set-up was perfect. For Steve. And for you, you know, we didn’t forget about your birthday, no matter how much you wanted us to.” Phil kept his gaze trained on Bucky, unmoving, and Bucky rolled his eyes and sighed. “I’ve been gone for almost a month! I missed you guys! And Tasha and I were talking about the plans for tonight, and we got a… little excited.” A sheepish look crossed his face as he shot Phil those puppy dog eyes that worked more often than Phil was willing to admit.
“I bet,” Phil said, finishing his wine. He wasn’t really mad, or surprised, but he did want everything to be perfect tonight. They hadn’t all been in the same place at the same time in nearly two months, and with it being Steve’s birthday, Phil wanted it to be extra-special.
And okay, yes, his birthday was also four days after Captain America’s, which was just the cherry on top. The truth was, there was nothing else he’d rather do than spend time with the people in this room tonight.
“Why don’t you keep Steve occupied while I clear this place out.” Phil gave Bucky’s hand a last squeeze before pulling out his phone, killing the playlist he’d put together for tonight. Clint had somehow managed to sneak in a few songs when Phil was distracted, probably when Steve had wrapped Phil up in a bear hug, whispering his thanks for the party. A shiver went down Phil’s spine as he remembered how Steve’s lips had brushed against the delicate skin of his ear, how Steve’s hand had squeezed his hip, and he tried to push down the anticipation swirling in his belly. Just a few more minutes and they’d be at the part of the evening Phil—and, he knew, Bucky and Natasha and Clint—had been looking forward to for weeks. Well, Clint only just found out about it today, but his excitement was enough that Phil was sure it would have carried through a few weeks.
“Okay, everyone,” Phil said loudly. “Party’s over. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”
The stragglers left, after giving a few last hugs to Steve, who couldn’t seem to stop smiling. Soon it was only the five of them remaining, and they gathered in the open area next to the kitchen. Phil, Clint, and Natasha shared this floor, and they would be moving into Nastasha’s apartment for the rest of the evening. Clint’s apartment was much too messy, and while Phil would have been fine using his, Natasha had the least amount of furniture to move around.
Steve sat on one of the stools next to the kitchen counter, the birthday hat still crooked on his head. Natasha had plopped one on Phil’s head too, but he’d tossed it as soon as her back was turned. Bucky moved to stand next to Steve, slinging an arm around his shoulders and pressing a wet kiss to his cheek. Steve grinned at him, his blue eyes shining.
Phil smiled at them, warmth blossoming in his chest. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, and Phil’s hand automatically came up to rest over them. He turned to see Clint resting his chin on Phil’s shoulder, his eyes bright and slightly bloodshot, and Phil wondered again how he’d gotten so lucky.
“Thanks so much, you guys.” Steve leaned against Bucky, resting a hand on his hip. “This entire night was amazing.”
“Night’s not over yet, cowboy.” Natasha nestled into Steve’s other side, and he automatically put an arm around her, drawing her close.
“It’s not?” he asked, seemingly not surprised at all, bouncing a sly look between her and everyone else.
Phil smiled as Clint chuckled in his ear, his arms tightening around Phil’s waist.
“Not even close.”
~~~
It all started over poker.
Over a year ago, they’d all been stuck in a safehouse in Leadville, Colorado, of all places. It was a small-ass, beautiful former mining town in the Rockies, and they would have enjoyed it a lot more if they could have gone outside. But they were confined to the small cabin until they got word from headquarters. On day two, Bucky had dug up a deck of cards, Natasha had sniffed out a bottle of vodka (Phil had no desire to find out where or how she’d gotten it), and as the fire crackled in the hearth, Clint had (not so) jokingly suggested a game of strip poker.
Almost everyone had immediately agreed, save for Phil, who’d rolled his eyes. But Steve had picked up the cards, expertly shuffled them, turned to Phil and said, with a twinkle in those deep blue eyes, “What’s wrong Phil? Afraid you’ll lose your shirt in the first round?”
And well, Phil just couldn’t let Captain America shit-talk him.
He wasn’t sure exactly what happened after that, but an hour later, Natasha had moved to Bucky’s lap, Clint was in Phil’s while Steve’s hand was on his thigh, and things got real hazy after that. The next morning the dining room table they had been playing on had two broken legs, someone’s boxers were smoldering in the fireplace, and Phil was having a hard time looking anyone in the eye.
They were stuck there another day, and it took all of two hours for Clint, of all people, to be the mature one and force them to sit down and talk. About how they were friends first. How shit happened when you were out on a mission and going stir-crazy (no one brought up the fact that they were out there all of two days before clothes started coming off), and a little drunk (Steve, Bucky, and Natasha were the only ones that drank the vodka. Steve and Bucky couldn’t even get drunk, and Phil knew Nastasha well enough to know she was completely in control of her faculties when she wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and kissed him so thoroughly he could still taste her a day later). They agreed it was a one-time thing, and they wouldn’t let things get ‘weird.’
Phil couldn’t stop thinking about it, though. And neither could Clint, as he told Phil a week later when he knocked on Phil’s door around midnight, hair all disheveled like he’d been running his hands through, wearing one of his stupid sleeveless shirts that showed off his stupid amazing arms. They’d picked up right where they left off after that night in the cabin.
And, a month later, so did Phil, Clint, Bucky, and Natasha after some weird attempt at normalcy when they went on a double date. It was weird because it wasn’t weird. Well, the date part was weird, because when do Avengers have time to go on an actual date to an actual restaurant with menus and appetizers and all the things Phil loves but never has time to do, but after, when they were sharing drinks in the common area on Phil, Clint, and Natasha’s floor, laughing and joking around, it felt like the most normal thing in Phil’s life. And when Bucky jokingly suggested another game of poker, the air in the room went up a few degrees when everyone realized how much none of them were joking when they said yes. But even as they moved Phil’s room to start a game, something felt like it was missing.
“I’m gonna text Steve.” Bucky had pulled out his phone, and hardly ten minutes later Steve had come wandering in, wearing jeans and a t-shirt that Phil later found out was as impossibly soft as it looked.
The poker game lasted all of one hand.
They gave into it, after that, shoving all pretense aside. They weren’t able to all be together often, with SHIELD and avenging separating them and taking them all over the world, but when they were in the same place at the same time, they made an effort to make time for each other.
Phil still worried though, and it only grew after those first few encounters. He’d spent more than a few sleepless nights wondering when it was all going to blow up in the worst way. Like when he’d see Clint with Steve and jealousy would creep in, or he’d feel left out because come on, there are five naked people jockeying for time together, someone’s gonna be awkwardly jerking it in the corner wondering what to do next (Phil had expected it would be him, but it turned out to usually be Clint). But it had never come. There were awkward moments for sure, but the kind that would happen with any partner, and when they did happen, they were more amusing than embarrassing.
It had been Steve who’d helped Phil get over his hang-ups. He’d stopped by his office one evening, coming around to lean on the side of Phil’s desk next to his chair.
“It’s crazy, huh?” He’d smiled down at Phil, reaching down to let his fingertips drift over Phil’s wrist. “I know I never imagined being lucky enough to have so many people to love. But I do. And whatever this thing we have together is… it works. You know?”
He’d looked down at Phil, searching his face, and Phil had nodded. Because he did know. Whatever this thing was between them, between all five of them individually and together, it worked in a way nothing else did. In a way the ‘real world’ said it shouldn’t. Their lives were already fucked up as it was; over half of them had been brain-washed in some form or another, two had super serum in their veins, and they risked their lives on a near daily basis. Who was anyone else to judge them in how, or whom, they found their comfort in?
Phil led them to Natasha’s apartment, shedding his jacket as everyone walked through the door. He smiled as he looked over the front room; the furniture had been moved out and replaced with a few comfortable mattresses, fitted in soft sheets with plenty of pillows and blankets strewn about. The lighting was dim, with a few candles set out strategically. Just enough to give it a sexy vibe and not a ‘we might set the place on fire’ vibe.
“Wow.” Steve’s voice was slightly awed, and Phil watched as he took it all in. He turned to the group, giving them a saucy grin. “Looks like someone has plans for tonight.”
“We just want you to have a great birthday.” Bucky was holding Steve’s hand, and he used it to tug Steve forward, into a kiss that went from chaste to downright dirty in about three seconds.
“A fantastic birthday,” Natasha added, moving in as soon as Steve pulled away from Bucky for her own kiss. Phil watched them for a moment, and then he gasped softly as lips pressed against his neck. Clint was behind him again, his hands settling on Phil’s hips as he made sure Phil felt how excited he was for the evening.
“You ready?” Clint whispered in his ear, teeth nipping at his earlobe, and Phil pushed back, trying to get closer to him.
“Think so.” Phil caught Bucky’s eye, and his cock hardened at the hungry look he saw there. Bucky took three strides over to them and then kissed Phil hard, his tongue sweeping into his mouth like he was taking possession of it. He was pressed between Clint and Bucky, able to feel how much they wanted him, and for a second he imagined letting them do whatever they wanted with him. They would certainly be up for the task; it was something they’d asked for in the past, even. But Phil had a goal for tonight. And while that goal definitely included earth-shattering orgasms for all, he wanted the focus to be on Steve. And as he heard a soft moan come from Steve, who was next to him with Natasha, he knew it was time to get on with the celebration.
Still, it took everything he had to gently push against Bucky’s chest until he had room to slip out from his grasp. “Where you going?” Bucky asked, as Clint moved forward to take Phil’s place in Bucky’s arms.
“Nowhere,” Phil said. “Just want to make sure the Birthday Boy is taken care of tonight.”
Phil loosened his tie, watching as Natasha, Bucky and Clint all turned their focus on Steve.
Until that first night together in the cabin, Phil hadn’t realized just how enhanced the super soldier serum made Steve. He had more stamina than all of them put together (with the exception of Bucky), and a refractory period that would put a teenage boy to shame. In all of their prior times together, Steve never asked for more than he gave, insistent that his partners get off just as much as he did. And while they all loved him for it, tonight they wanted him to be a little selfish. They wanted to give him everything they gave to them every day, and more.
And Phil, as usual, had a plan.
“Oh, I definitely feel very taken care of.” Steve gave them all a lazy, shit-eating grin as they traded kisses and touches, hands starting to wander and search for bare skin. “But I’m not the only Birthday Boy here tonight. Even if you refused to wear the hat.”
“Trust me, I fully intend to celebrate tonight just as hard as you will. Natasha, Bucky,” Phil said, laying his tie on the small bar between the living area and the kitchen, “why don’t you get Steve more comfortable?”
“With pleasure.” Bucky gave Steve a saucy grin as Natasha shoved Steve’s shirt up his torso, forcing him to raise his arms so Bucky could help pull it off.
“What exactly do you have planned for tonight?” Steve asked, his voice curious as Clint’s hands moved to the fastening of his pants. Steve focused on him, one hand moving through Clint’s hair, pulling him in for a kiss.
Phil got lost for a moment, watching them, the air warming in the apartment. Steve loved kissing, he seemed to not be able to get enough of it. Just one of the many things Phil loved about him.
Next to him, Bucky pulled off his own shirt, and Natasha ran her fingers down his chest, smiling in a way he rarely saw from her.
“You’ll see,” Phil said, undoing the cuffs on his shirt and rolling the sleeves up to his elbows.
“Uh oh,” Natasha said, pulling her shirt up and off, revealing a black lace bra. Bucky tugged at one strap, letting it go as Natasha raised an eyebrow at him. “Sleeves are rolled up guys, we’re getting serious now.”
“Did we fill out all the required pre-mission paperwork, sir?” Clint asked, throwing a playful glance Phil’s way before he shoved Steve’s pants down his thighs. Steve was wearing blue boxer briefs, and Phil watched Bucky casually reach over and cup the bulge there, firmly pressing against Steve’s stiff dick. Steve inhaled sharply, giving Bucky a heated look, and Bucky smiled.
“I was able to cut through most of the red tape,” Phil said, sitting down in an overstuffed chair on the side of the palette of mattresses, blankets and pillows they’d set up on the floor earlier that day. He reached down to pull off his shoes and socks. When he finished, he set them aside, looking up to see that the others were down to their underwear and moving to lay on the palette of blankets and pillows in front of him.
They were looking at him expectantly, even as their fingers moved over each other, caressing lightly. It wasn’t always like this, where they looked to him for direction—usually they let the mood take them where it would. But Steve had mentioned once how much he loved Phil’s voice, his direction, especially when they were together like this. And everyone else had agreed that yes, more Phil talking, please. Which had left Phil speechless, that his voice would be sexy to anyone, let alone the Avengers. (Natasha had rolled her eyes at him, saying, “That’s literally the exact opposite of what we just said we wanted.”)
And Phil made an effort to be more vocal, to do what he did best—direct his Avengers to their targeted objective, and completely fucking obliterate it.
Steve was laying on his back on the mattress, Natasha on one side of him, Bucky on the other. Clint was pressed up behind Natasha, strumming his fingers down her naked thigh to move up her ribs, dragging his lips over whatever skin he could reach.
They were the most beautiful thing Phil had ever seen.
“Steve,” Phil said, leaning forward so his elbows were on his knees, keeping his eyes trained on Steve’s face, which was already looking overwhelmed from the attention, “What would you like first? You can have all of us before the night’s over. If you can keep up, that is.”
Steve’s tongue darted to wet his lips as he stared at Phil, his expression turning a familiar shade of determined. “Oh, I can keep up.”
Bucky’s hand slid inside Steve’s boxers, sliding over his cock, and Steve exhalded a harsh breath, his eyes fluttering shut. Phil could see smears of wetness on the fabric where the head of his dick dragged against it. “We’ll see about that,” Bucky said, pulling Steve’s cock out into the open air, stroking it from base to tip. “You’re not the only one with enhanced stamina.”
“Alright,” Phil said before they got into a literal dick-measuring contest; Phil had seen it happen before and the outcome was always the same. An idea struck him, one that would keep both their mouths occupied. “Bucky—why don’t you be the first to put Steve’s stamina to the test? Remind him how talented your mouth is.”
“I doubt he needs a reminder,” Bucky said, already moving between Steve’s legs, “but I’m happy to refresh his memory.”
Steve opened his mouth to say something, but whatever it was died on his lips as Bucky licked a long stripe down the length of his cock. Phil’s own dick strained against his pants as he watched Steve’s face contort in pleasure, his body shuddering as Bucky wrapped his lips around the head of his cock.
“Natasha,” Phil said, and she turned her head in his direction, her eyes fastened on Bucky’s mouth on Steve’s dick, “you think Steve can get you off before Bucky gets him off?”
“Oh, god,” Steve said, his head thinking back against a pillow. His breath was already coming faster, and he looked at Natasha helplessly as she sat up, reaching behind her to take off her bra. Clint was already there though, unfastening the hooks and sliding it off her shoulders, dropping kisses along her skin. She pressed back against him, tilting his chin her way for a kiss.
“I think he can,” she said after she pulled away from Clint, slipping off her underwear and moving to straddle Steve’s chest.
Bucky pulled off, replacing his mouth with his hand. “No way he can do it,” he said as he looked around, zeroing in on one of the baskets of supplies next to Phil’s chair. There were a couple of others strategically placed around the room.
Phil reached down and grabbed a tube of lubricant, tossing it to Bucky who caught it easily. “As riled up as he already is, he’s already about to come,” Bucky continued, popping open the cap and dribbling lube into his palm.
Natasha let out a surprised noise as Steve gripped her hips, sliding down so his face was right between her thighs. Then he pressed his mouth against her, his hands moving to cup her ass. Natasha let out a soft gasp, her eyes fluttering shut as she reached down and slid her fingers through his hair, gripping tightly, just the way she knew Steve liked it.
Strong hands fell on Phil’s shoulders, kneading into the muscles there. “You seem tense, sir.” Clint lowered his head until his mouth was level with Phil’s ear. “Let me help you with that.” His lips brushed against Phil’s skin, and Phil didn’t bother suppressing the shiver that went through him.
“Above the belt for now,” Phil said, knowing that if he gave Clint an inch he’d take a mile. Clint hummed an acknowledgement and kissed Phil’s ear, his hands moving over Phil’s shoulders and neck. The last of the tension that had built up over the day, over the past few weeks of planning tonight left Phil’s body, and he gave himself over to the pleasure of finally being with the people he was closest to.
“Look at all of you,” Phil said, as Natasha tilted her head back, eyes closed as she rode Steve’s face, his hands gently moving over her ass and hips. Bucky was working Steve’s cock like a man on a mission, using every trick he had to get him to come. He was supporting himself on one hand as he took Steve in as deep as he could, and his other was moving over Steve’s balls, caressing before moving down to pet around his entrance.
“So beautiful. Exquisite. How’s he feel, Tasha?”
Natasha turned to look at him, her hair slightly disheveled, her back arching, and raw desire surged through Phil’s body. “Amazing,” she sighed, looking down to where Steve’s face was buried between her legs.
Phil licked his lips, needing more, and he reached up for Clint, pulling him into a deep kiss as Clint started in on the buttons on Phil’s shirt. The group on the floor got louder, Bucky and Steve moaning around their partners, and Natasha whispering how good Steve was, directing him when to go faster, harder with his tongue.
Phil’s shirt was half-open with Clint’s hands wandering over Phil’s bare chest, tweaking his nipples when Natasha’s stuttered gasps became louder. Phil and Clint watched as her face contorted in pleasure, just as Steve thrust his hips up and came down Bucky’s throat. Bucky had two fingers inside Steve, and he pressed in harder as he swallowed Steve’s come.
Phil squirmed in his seat; he should take his pants off, relieve some of the pressure on his cock, but he wanted to wait. This was his favorite part, watching the give and take between them, waiting until he couldn’t stand it until he chased his own release.
Natasha climbed off Steve, and even from here Phil could see how her thighs were still trembling. She gave Steve a lingering kiss, and then grabbed a small towel from a nearby basket, wiping off his chin.
“Good job, Captain,” she said, tossing the towel aside.
“I’m pretty sure he came right before you did,” Bucky said, his fingers still buried in Steve, gently pumping into him as his other hand caressed Steve's thighs and stomach.
“Fuck you,” Steve said, a smile in his voice as he ran a hand down his face. His cock was softening, but from the way he pushed into Bucky’s hand, and how his breath wasn’t really leveling off, Phil knew that wouldn’t be the case for long.
“That can be arranged,” Bucky said, pushing up to his knees and gently pulling his fingers out. He wiped them on a towel and moved up so he was hovering over Steve, his arms bracketing him in. “But you first.”
“Barton.” Natasha walked over to stand in front of Phil, and as he stared at her gorgeous, naked body he thanked his lucky stars for accepting Fury’s invitation to join SHIELD.
Natasha smirked at Phil, and then told Clint, who still had his hands on Phil, “Go have some fun with those two.” She nodded at Steve and Bucky, where Bucky was smearing lube on his cock as Steve (whose own dick was already half-hard again) licked and sucked at his neck.
Clint didn’t have to be told twice, and he gave Phil a knowing smirk as he stripped off his purple underwear. He tossed it aside as he knelt next to Bucky and Steve, who immediately welcomed him in, Bucky kissing him as Steve reached for Clint’s hard cock.
“I want to get two out of him,” Bucky said to Clint, who was focused on Steve’s hand on his dick.
“I’ll get two out of you first,” Steve retorted, visibly trying to stay in control as he was splayed open for Bucky, one hand moving over Clint’s cock.
Phil’s attention was pulled by Natasha, who reached for Phil’s belt buckle, pulling it and his pants open. Phil watched her, amused and helplessly turned on as he said, “I thought I was running this show.”
She gave him a heated look as she tugged at his pants, and Phil lifted his hips so she could pull them and his underwear down his thighs. His dick sprung out, and he nearly hissed at the relief of giving it room to breathe. He watched through hooded eyes as Natasha tossed his pants over the counter with his tie. He was still wearing his shirt, though it was half unbuttoned. He was contemplating removing it entirely when Natasha wrapped her hand around his cock, pumping him once. He didn’t even try to stop the cry that fell from his lips at her touch.
“I just let you think that,” she said, releasing him as she climbed on his lap. He moved forward, giving her room to wrap her legs around him as she positioned herself over his cock.
“I can’t see them,” she said, jerking her chin over her shoulder, to where there was a pile of stupidly sexy, naked men pawing all over each other, “so you need to keep me informed of what’s happening. And Phil—” She caught his lips in a kiss, thrusting her tongue in his mouth as he leaned into it, her breasts brushing against his chest, his hands holding her on his lap, moving over her soft skin— “I want to hear every detail.” And then she sank down on his cock.
“Fuck.” Phil didn’t curse often, but the tight clench of Natasha around him was more than enough to warrant it, and his arms wrapped tighter around her as she began to move. “God, you’re so wet.” He already felt so close to coming, and he had to force himself to not thrust up into her, fuck her until he exploded inside her.
“That’s partly what you do to me,” she said, one hand sliding into his hair, the other holding onto his shoulder to give her something to anchor to, “and partly from Steve’s tongue being where your dick is right now.”
Phil had to close his eyes then, because hearing that, knowing that, and moving inside Natasha as Bucky slid his cock into Steve while Clint watched was too much. He took a deep breath, pulling Natasha in for another kiss as he tried to center himself.
When he pulled away, Natasha set a slow rhythm; he knew it would take her a little longer to come again so soon. And though he’d planned to wait before he came for the first time tonight, well, sometimes plans went better when they veered off-course.
After a few moments where the only sounds in the room were Bucky’s voice egging on Steve (“Yeah, you like this don’t you? Being the center of attention all night? All of us lining up to fuck you? Because you can do this all day, right?”), Steve’s retorts (“Fuck yes I can—right there, just like that—You’re the one that planned all of this, I would’ve been fine with playing poker again—”), Clint shushing them (“First of all, Phil planned all of this, second of all, and I can’t believe I have to say this, but focus on using your dicks and not—oh god Steve, keep doing that,”), ragged gasps and moans, and the sounds of skin moving against skin, Natasha prompted him, “Give me a mission report, Agent. What’s going on back there?”
“Bucky’s fucking Steve,” Phil rasped, watching as Steve turned to look at them, meeting Phil’s gaze. His eyes were blown dark as he stared, and Phil wondered what they looked like to him, with Natasha naked in his lap in the dim light of the apartment. “Steve’s on his back, jerking—” he stammered as Natasha squeezed around him, god all of his senses were on overdrive but it was good, so good— “jerking Clint off.” He paused, and then, “Steve’s watching us.”
“Good,” Natasha said, making her movements more exaggerated, leaning back slightly so the angle of his cock sliding into her changed, and she bit her bottom lip as her eyes fluttered shut. Phil couldn’t resist leaning forward and mouthing over her breast, sucking a nipple into his mouth. She held him close, her rhythm faltering until she pulled him away.
“More,” she said. “Talk more.”
Phil felt drunk as his gaze slid over to the group on the floor, where Clint had moved behind Bucky, who was laying on top of Steve, his hips snapping into him as he kissed him. Phil moved to touch Natasha’s clit, swirling his thumb around it as he spoke.
“Clint’s behind Bucky now. Fingering him, dragging his cock over his ass.”
“While Bucky’s inside Steve?” Natasha was breathless, and Phil could tell by how her grip on his arm tightened, how her legs trembled around him that she was close. He started to thrust up more forcefully into her, unable to resist any longer.
“Yeah,” he rasped, keeping his eyes on the men on the floor. Clint was three fingers deep in Bucky, who Phil knew loved the feeling of being filled almost as much as Steve did. “I think he’s going to come soon.” Phil could’ve meant any man in the room, but he mostly meant himself. His thighs were tense, his balls drawing up as he moved with Natasha, her silky warmth surrounding him everywhere.
“Me too,” Natasha said, her face buried in Phil’s neck as she thrust herself against him, and Phil worked his fingers against her clit. Seconds later she spasmed around him, crying out and Phil couldn’t hold back. Pleasure seared through his veins as he came, and he dimly registered Bucky letting out a familiar groan.
“Dammit, Barton.” Bucky pushed up from where he was slumped over Steve, and Phil could see Steve’s come smeared over his belly. “You’re an asshole.”
Clint withdrew his fingers from Bucky, smoothing his palm up over his back. Bucky pressed into the touch, even as he turned and glared at Clint. Steve was grinning lazily up at them, his fingers trailing down Bucky’s arm.
“An asshole that knows what you like,” Clint said, gripping the back of Bucky’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
“Have I told all of you lately how amazing you are?” Steve pushed up to sitting, Bucky still between his legs. When Bucky leaned back, Phil got an exquisite view of Steve’s hole, smeared wet with come. The idea of pushing in there himself, maybe when it was also drenched with Clint’s come as well, had his spent cock twitching already. Natasha gave him a knowing smile, pushing up and off him.
“Seriously,” Steve continued, “I love being with you, all of you, and for you to set this up—”
Natasha snorted. “Yes, it’s such a hardship, what with all the orgasms. You know how much I hate those.”
“We wanted to,” Phil said, leaning back in the chair as his heartbeat returned to normal. “Wanted to make your birthday memorable.”
Steve’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. “All you have to do is show up for that.”
“Okay, while I’m all on board with the sentimental shit,” Clint said as he leaned over Steve, his cock hard between his legs, “I think it’s my turn.”
Steve turned to him, his eyes trailing over Clint’s chest, down to his chiseled abs and strong thighs. “Is it?” Steve turned back to Phil. “Is that what’s next, Phil?”
“Yes,” Phil said, eyes raking over the naked Avengers on the floor. At this point, he’d agree to whatever Steve wanted, and watching Clint fuck Steve was in his Top Five Ways to Spend an Evening.
He stood up, finally removing his shirt. He felt that same niggle of self-consciousness that always appeared anytime he was naked around them (or just around them in general), because it always made him wonder, Why me? Why would they want someone like Phil, who was long past his prime, and could hardly keep up on his best day. But he saw the same adoration staring back at him that he felt in his heart for every one of them. He’d enjoy this for as long as he had it, and not let his insecurities get in the way.
“I want you down here. With us. Please.” Steve’s voice was breathy again, as Clint had settled between Steve’s legs, grinding his cock over Steve’s, which was already half-hard again.
“Yeah, join the party, Coulson.” Bucky grinned, and Natasha arched an eyebrow at him, extending her hand out to him. Phil took it, letting her lead him to the mattress, where he settled between Steve and Bucky. Natasha laid half-on top of Bucky, reaching to drag her fingers through his hair as she ground down against his thigh.
Phil lost himself in them, in Bucky’s mouth moving over his own, in Natasha’s hands gliding over his body, in Clint’s pants and moans, and in Steve, in his bright blue eyes and soft whispers. Phil didn’t let himself come again, knowing he was only good for one more tonight, and he wanted to share that with Steve. By the time Steve settled over him, straddling Phil’s hips and gliding over his cock, Bucky and Clint’s come smoothing the way, Phil felt like he might die if he didn’t get inside him.
“How do you want me?” Steve asked, staring down at Phil like he was something special, something more than just a SHIELD agent. Phil pushed up, sliding his hand into Steve’s hair and pulling him down into a hard kiss.
“On your knees,” he said, his voice firm, and Steve’s eyes fell shut as a shiver wracked his body. He wasted no time in clambering off Phil and settling next to him on his hands and knees.
Phil moved behind him, spreading lube over his cock, and then wiping his hand on a spare towel. He exhaled softly as he knelt behind Steve, sliding his palms over his back, gripping his ass and parting his cheeks. He probably wouldn’t even need lube, from how wet and used Steve looked, already stretched and ready for him, come dribbling out.
Phil glanced over to see Bucky, Clint and Natasha watching, arms and legs haphazardly tangled together. He probably should be more concerned about the fact that they all got so much pleasure out of watching each other fuck. But he was too blissed out to care, and he dragged the length of his cock over Steve’s hole, teasing himself just as much as he was teasing Steve.
“Come on,” Steve said over his shoulder, pressing back against Phil. “I wanna feel you. Want you to come inside me.”
“I dunno,” Clint said, “You just came like, four times. I think Phil could make you wait a little bit longer.”
“Fuck you,” Steve said, his voice strangled, and Natasha laughed.
“I always forget how belligerent Steve gets when he's horny.” She was on her back, Bucky on his side next to her. She was dragging her nails over his scalp while he languidly moved his hand between her legs. Clint was pressed up behind Bucky, stroking Bucky’s cock just as Bucky was stroking Natasha. Their urgency from earlier had faded, their movements meant more to keep them on the edge than drive them over.
“I’m sorry,” Steve said, in a tone Phil only ever heard him use with Natasha, “I’m a little—” He cut off as Phil pushed inside him, the head of his cock slipping past Steve’s tight rim of muscle.
Phil exhaled; he had to pace himself or he’d come much too soon. Steve was all wet heat and pulsating muscle, gripping Phil’s dick tightly as Phil pushed in an inch further. His hands gripped Steve’s hips tighter than he would anyone else, but he knew Steve liked it, how much he enjoyed looking at the bruises that would fade much too quickly for his liking.
“Oh, god,” Steve said, his voice quivering as Phil slowly pushed in until he was fully seated. “Feels so good.” His voice was slurring slightly, his hand trembling as he gripped the sheet underneath him.
“You take my cock so well,” Phil breathed, leaning over to kiss down Steve’s spine. Steve pressed back against him, trying to fuck himself on Phil’s cock, and Phil chuckled, wrapping an arm around his chest.
“Patience,” Phil said, pulling out a few inches and pressing back in. “I want to take my time with you.”
He heard a soft gasp next to him, and he turned to see Clint in between Natasha’s legs, eating her out. Natasha and Bucky were watching Phil and Steve, Bucky’s hand stroking his cock. As if he sensed Phil’s gaze, Clint’s eyes opened and he stared right at Phil as he lapped over Natasha’s clit.
“Jesus,” Phil said, sweat falling down his brow as his hips stuttered against Steve. Steve grunted and moved with Phil, and Phil felt his resolution to take his time slipping from this grasp. He forced himself to set a steady pace, determined not to come until he felt Steve clench down around him.
Phil’s senses were overloaded, and he focused on the small details around him, the things he’d want to remember the most when this night was over. Like how the muscles of Steve’s body flexed with his movements. The way Steve’s hand spasmed against the mattress.
The smell of sex heavy in the air, and the cacophony of filthy gasps and moans coming from everyone in the room. It felt like it took forever, but somehow also no time at all for him to reach that point again, where he was teetering on the edge, and only Steve could push him over.
He draped himself over Steve’s back, reaching to grip his cock, and Steve said his name, low and rough. He had collapsed against the mattress, his face pressed into a pillow as Phil snapped his hips, cramming his cock in as deep as he could.
“Come for me, Steve,” Phil said, and Steve shuddered around him, crying out as he spilled over Phil’s fingers. Phil pumped into him once, twice more and then his orgasm slammed into him, radiating throughout his body. He could feel it everywhere, pleasure and satisfaction pounding through his body, and he collapsed on top of Steve, sweaty and spent.
He wasn’t sure how long he laid there before he started to come back to himself. Dimly he heard soft murmurs around him, and then a cool, wet washcloth over his face and down his body, cleaning him up. He grunted, opening his eyes and carefully moving off Steve, who let out a quiet whimper. Phil looked into Clint’s face, soft and open, smiling gently as he cleaned them both up. Natasha pushed a bottle of water into his hand, and he drank, glancing down at Steve, who had rolled over onto his back.
Bucky was cleaning Steve up, the same tender expression on his face that Clint and Natasha had. A familiar warmth filled Phil’s chest, and again he thanked whatever deity decided he deserved these people, and this love they shared.
“Best birthday ever,” Steve said, sitting up slowly and running a hand through his hair. Bucky handed him a bottle of water, and he quickly drained it. He leaned into Phil’s side, who slung an arm around Steve’s shoulders.
“You and me both,” Phil said, and Steve smiled, nosing at his jaw until Phil kissed him. They sat there for a few moments, content to hold each other until the need to change the sheets and go to the bathroom became too strong.
They cleaned up and Phil opted to put on a fresh pair of boxers, as did Steve. Everyone else opted to sleep naked, and once there were fresh sheets on the mattresses, they piled on, situating the pillows and blankets and bodies until everyone was comfortable. Sometimes work or other matters pulled them apart faster than they’d like, so it was rare they got an entire night with all five of them. Phil intended to savor every second.
They left on a dim light in the corner, and Phil was curled up with an arm around Clint in front of him and Steve behind him when Bucky broke the quiet of the room.
“So who’s got the next birthday?” he asked, from the other side of Steve.
“Phil’s is tomorrow,” Clint said, running his knuckles over the back of Phil’s hand. Phil smiled and slotted their fingers together, squeezing Clint’s hand.
“Phil is planning to sleep through Phil’s birthday tomorrow.” Phil sighed, knowing he could never get away with that, but wishing he could.
“I do,” Natasha said. She was in front of Clint, laying on her back, and Phil knew without looking that Clint’s other hand was probably holding onto one of hers. “In five months.”
“Okay,” Clint said, “I should be ready to have more sex by then.”
Bucky snorted. “Please. You’ll be knocking on my door tomorrow night.”
Steve’s voice cut in. “I’ll be lucky if I can walk again by tomorrow night.”
“Oh, you’ll be in line right behind Barton.”
“Nobody forms a line for you, Barnes.”
“Go to sleep.” Natasha’s voice was firm, but teetering on the edge of laughter. Bucky and Clint ignored her, continuing to snipe back and forth.
Steve’s hand rested on Phil’s hip, and he edged closer, pressing his lips to the back of Phil’s neck as he tangled their legs together. “Happy birthday,” he whispered.
Phil smiled, pressing back against him in a silent response. It wasn’t long before they were all asleep.