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[freightcars]

[ He is home, as a matter of fact. He'd heard Will come in despite the methodical sound of his feet falling heavy on the treadmill in his bedroom, slowed the thing to a stop and took a minute or two to towel the sweat off his face before venturing out toward the general public. He's sweaty, there's no doubt. Clean through his chest and beneath his underarms, drenched in a way that can only mean he's been going at it hard for a while. It takes a hell of a lot to make him sweat with the serum back in action.

He's been outrunning his head. Or, rather, trying to.

When he ambles in, it's with that towel still thrown over one broad shoulder and palms sliding over the damp strands of hair that have come loose from a ponytail at the back of his neck. He pauses mid-step when he spots Will, eyes flickering over him, eyebrow arching up a little.

Something looks different. He can't tell what, it just... does. ]

Hey.

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ He'd become used to the sound of the treadmill (for a big man Bucky could run surprisingly quiet) going at all hours and for all hours. While the physical picture it presented, sweat soaked and mused, was sexy as hell Will struggled to reconcile the physical attraction against the emotional recognition of what Bucky was trying to do in these workouts.

It wasn't about being sexy. It was about mental demons and Will had to accept that Bucky wasn't ready (might never be ready) for Will to try to help combat them.

But he still took a moment to drink half his glass of water and enjoy the view. Lowering the glass, and his lips hopefully before Bucky scolded him, Will weighed his best approach to this situation. He leaned his hands on the counter, shifting his footing a little to a more comfortable position and drumming his fingers on the granite before he realized there really was only one way to do this. ]

I had sex with Cable.

I was down in his apartment, talking to him about how to get on the police force and apparently he was affected by whatever it was that inspired me to climb you -inappropriately- against the refrigerator door.

He was big, growly and being all Dominant at me and retreat has never been virtue of mine.

[freightcars]

[ Well, that's certainly one way to do it. Will drops the truth bomb in one simple five-word sentence with no room or margin for error and that's... well, that's probably for the best. Tear the band-aid right off. For a lingering second, Bucky is still. Quiet, with his face shuddering into something blank so his mind can work out how it feels about the whole thing.

There is, of course, an animalistic spike of jealousy that immediately blossoms from his lizard-brain. He allows it time to fade and pass, flicker out and die like a tea light. Will has had sex with other people before, mostly submissives, mostly women. Something about getting dominated by another man strikes him as different somehow, not in a way verging on sexism but in more of a territorial fashion.

But they have an agreement about this. They have an understanding. Bucky has sex with various people himself, and Will has always been thoughtful and respectful about is feelings.

As far as dominants go, Cable is an okay choice. They've met, they've talked, they've shared a few moments among the three of them, and if it were going to be anybody...

One last piece of possessiveness stirs in him at a fact he needs to touch on- big, growly, being all dominant at me-

Slowly, carefully, with fingers curling: ]

He didn't hurt you?

[ Just checking. Making sure. ]

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ It was strange to be on this side of the agreement. Uncomfortable, not because he was ashamed for having sex with Cable, but because he wasn't sure of the protocol to observe in this awkward conversation.

Will knew that he did not ask Bucky for any lurid details for a couple of reasons. First and foremost, it was none of his business. Second Will was self-aware enough to recognize that while he understood the nature of this place, as well as the nature of his relationship with Bucky, he would still feel a pinch of jealousy if he thought too closely on the individual encounters.

For both their comfort and happiness Will understood he needed to keep his own possessiveness at bay. Keeping away from the details assisted him in maintain a detached perspective that helped keep him from obsessing on the nights when Bucky either didn't come home, or had the doors to the master suite firmly closed.

He had come off the elevator thinking to use the same approach, even if their perspectives on the conversation were switched. He knew he would let Bucky know what had happened, that disclosure was never in question, but I figured to keep the specifics to himself. Will suspected that Bucky wouldn't pursue them, but as they talked, as he watched Bucky's fingers curl, Will realized that he wasn't entirely sure what his Dominant's response might include.

This was unknown territory and so Will's response was direct, rather than flip and delivered in a calm tone. ]

Nothing I didn't give back. [ He confirmed, looking Bucky directly in the eye. He was still erring on the side of caution when it came to details, but he did want to be clear and honest that at no point -even if it had been rough- had Will be worried for his safety. ]

I wouldn't have tolerated disrespect from him.

[ Not meant to imply that Bucky had ever disrespected Will (without consent in play) but Bucky was afforded a lot more trust and the leeway that came with it. Cable had been given clear boundaries and had respected those boundaries. Just as he had when the three of them had engaged in the table play. ]