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As much as Sam was proud of Bucky, and his accomplishments as a congressman, he still wasn’t used to his new office building, or the distance it created between them. He was bringing Bucky lunch, not that he needed it. Sam paused, wondering if Bucky had already ordered lunch or his assistant had or whatever. Shaking his head, he continued down the hall. He stops at the receptionist’s desk, giving the young boy a small smile. “Hey, I’m here to see Congressman Barnes.”
The receptionist looks up at him, his eyes bright as if he’d just stumbled upon gold. “Ca-captain Wilson? I mean, yes sir, um,” he fumbles around on the desk handing him a visitor pass.
Sam places it around his neck, giving the kid a smile as he walks off.
When he reaches Bucky’s office he gives his assistant, Dana, a tight smile as he beelines for Bucky’s office door.
“Wait! Captain Wilson! Mr. Barnes may be busy,” Dana calls.
Sam can’t help but roll his eyes, tightening his grip on the door handle before letting go, holding back a sigh he takes a step back as she skips up to him. She’s all dolled up, as Bucky would say. Her hair has been cut into a clean bob, striking red lipstick, and a neat, winged eyeliner. Her dress is even cute, black and white polka dots stopping at her knees. If she wasn’t so fucking infuriating Sam would compliment her. But alas.
“I’ll just check with Congressman Barnes. Make sure you aren’t interrupting anything,” she says, her annoying white teeth showing as she scoots into Bucky’s office.
Sam eye twitches as the door closes. Dana had to be the most annoying assistant to ever be an assistant in the history of assistants. She hogged Bucky, couldn’t even get a word in without her name appearing or worse, her appearing. She hogged lunch times, casually sitting in Bucky’s office whenever he’d call to chat, she texted in the middle of the night, interrupting whatever quality time he and Bucky had scrounged up. Some nights he pondered over blocking her. Bucky would probably never know, he struggled with his phones most days, he’d be none the wiser really.
The door opening snapped him out of his spiral, he slapped another fake smile on his face. Dana slid out the room, her usual big smile on her face.
“Congressman Barnes will you see you now.”
He nodded, slipping past her. When he turned to close the door, she was still there, standing on her tippy toes to possibly see past him. Sighing, he shut the door, hard.
When he turned, Bucky gave him a knowing look through his glasses.
Ignoring it, Sam held up the bag in his hand, “I brought you lunch.”
Bucky sat up in his chair, taking off his blue-light lenses. “Really? You didn’t have to,” he smiled. Bucky looked good, in a black suit that fit him well, while not tailored.
Sam placed down the bag on his desk, before leaning over it, Bucky leaned up to meet him in a soft kiss.
“Hey baby,” Bucky sighed as he pulled away, before shaking his head and pulling him in again for another kiss.
When they finally pulled apart, Bucky sat back with a heated look a smirk on his lips that Sam could only ignore with a shake of his head. Sam brought sub sandwiches: two for Buck, one for him. Bucky finally closed his computer, putting work away to give his attention to Sam.
“You’re too hard on Dana,” Bucky starts beginning to tear into his sandwich.
Sam raises his eyebrow as he sits down in front of Bucky’s desk, sinking into the warm brown leather, “Dana… Dana that’s in love with you? That Dana? Oh yeah, her.”
Bucky laughs, thinks it’s hilarious. “She’s not in love with me, just eager. She’s a great assistant,” he says with a smirk, “No need to be so possessive.”
“Hard not to be when Dana has all your attention,” sass slips into his tone without him meaning too. It was embarrassingly bitter, he knew, and he could feel Bucky’s gaze on him. He takes a bite of his sandwich, avoiding Bucky’s gaze. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Sam knew Bucky was coming before the man had even stood up. Bucky lifted him and his chair, carrying him behind his desk. He placed him down with a small thud, kissing him on the crown of his head.
Sam took another bite of his sandwich after he was placed down. He let his head fall into his hand, avoiding Bucky’s gaze.
“I’m sorry,” Bucky starts.
“Don’t,” Sam winces, “Don’t apologize.” He shakes his head, “I’m a big boy, I don’t need attention all the time. And I’m proud of you Buck, you’re doing something good.”
Sam sits up, places his sandwich down next to Bucky’s half eaten sandwich. “I just wanna eat lunch and spend some time with you that’s all. Enough talking about Dana, please I’m sorry.”
Bucky seems to begin to speak, but sighs shaking his head. Letting it go.
After that, they eat, chatting mostly about policies Bucky has been looking over, and the upcoming fundraiser he’s preparing for. Throughout Bucky looks worn, leaning closer to Sam as he talks about taxpayer dollars, elections and whatnot. If Sam didn’t know how passionate he was about this, he’d be worried, but he’s comforted by the fact Bucky is doing something he wants for the first time in so long, and he looks so good doing it. Sam reaches out, combing his fingers through Bucky’s growing hair, scratching at the nape of his neck in a way that makes Bucky groan, closing his eyes.
Bucky has a glint in his eyes when he opens them, he grips Sam’s wrist, holding it still. He presses a kiss into his palm, savoring it as he runs kisses to his wrist before letting him go. Sam giggles at the feeling before leaning back into his chair, kicking his feet up to rest them atop Bucky’s thigh. Bucky walks his fingers up his leg, stopping to slap at his jean-clad thighs.
Sam smirks, watching as Bucky adjust his collar, loosening his pinstripe tie.
“You’re a tease, Sam.”
“Am I now?”
Bucky nodded, a lovesick grin on his face. Sam’s face burned and his lips twisted into a smile as they stared at each other.
Bucky sighs grinning, leaning back in his chair. He rakes his eyes over Sam, an appreciative glint in his eyes. Sam would know he’d seen it to many nights, as he stepped out the shower.
Bucky crooked his fingers at him, the metal gleaming as it catches the light. “C’mere,”
There’s less than a foot between them really, no room to cross as he stands up. Bucky’s hand smooths up his thigh, “C’mere,” he mumbles again looking up at him before pulling Sam into his lap.
Sam giggles as he perches on Bucky’s lap, “Man, we are too big for this,” he laughs as Bucky sighs at the weight of him atop of him. It’s a content sigh, noticeable in his dopey smile, his eyelids drooping as he runs his hands up and down his thighs.
Bucky shakes his head, putting on a confused look, “Too big? I don’t know what you mean?”
“Oh really? Don’t know what I mean,” Sam chuckles, running his fingers through Bucky’s hair.
“Haven’t not a clue Samuel,” he breathes as he brings their lips together. Bucky groans as he wraps his arms around Sam’s waist, letting their tongues tangle together. The kiss is slow and wanting. Bucky runs his hands up and down his spine, the pressure firm so that Sam would feel it even after he leaves his office.
If Sam could burrow himself deeper into him he would. He bites at his lip when he pulls away, staring into Buck’s eyes. There’s a charged energy between them, and Sam only wants to be closer to him, he runs his nose over Bucky’s cheekbones, and Bucky sighs, slipping his hand to the base of his neck, tilting his head to the side to run his lips over Sam’s neck. Sam eyes fall close, humming out a moan at the feel of his stubble against his skin. “I love you,” Sam moans into Bucky’s ear. “I love you; I love you; I love you,” he whispered, “It’s been so long.”
Without another word Sam is picked up, placed atop Bucky’s desk.
“I got you,” Bucky mutters bringing their lips together. He grabs Sam by the back of his neck. They meet in an open-mouthed kiss, their tongues sliding against each other’s. Bucky grabs at the bottom of his shirt, tugging at it.
Sam chuckles into the kiss, “I am not getting naked in your office.”
“Shame, I think you’d look so good spread across my desk.”
Sam rolls his eyes, biting his lip as he stares into Bucky’s teasing eyes. A soft exhale left Sam’s chest as he looked at him. He brushed his thumbs over his cheekbones, and through his stubble. There’s a shift in their actions, the teasing gaining a new heat. They meet in a rough tangling of lips, teeth clashing together as they try to burrow into each other. Sam wraps his arms around Bucky’s shoulders, pressing their bodies impossibly closer. If he could meld himself into Bucky he would, spend all his time wrapped around him. As Bucky grunted into his mouth, he ignored the need to breathe, only wanting more, wanting to hear it again, to feel those vibrations move across his lips.
Bucky is the first to pull away, panting, looking at Sam with so much desire Sam wants to pounce. Bucky glances off to the side.
“We have 30 minutes until my next meeting,” Bucky pants, his hands running down Sam’s sides, before he reaches for his own belt. “Think you can last 10?”
Sam scoots down from his place on the desk with a huff unbuttoning his jeans. “Should be asking yourself that, shouldn’t you Buck?”
Bucky grins at him taking the bait, grabbing his shoulder and turning him around. Sam chuckles as he’s bent over. The cool metal of Bucky’s arm creeps under his shirt, before Bucky pulls down his pants. Sam squirms at the air meets his skin, and Bucky groans running his hands over his ass.
“God, Sam,” Bucky mumbles behind him, spreading his cheeks.
The desk drawer beside his thigh slid open, followed by the opening cap of what he hoped to be lube. A blink and the thick, cold liquid was pouring down his crack, making him hiss out into the air.
“Warn a guy, Buck,” he mumbled, eyes closing as Bucky ran finger over his hole. Bucky stayed silent, his movements strong and sure. It had been so long, at least three weeks. Every touch felt stronger, his nerves alight. He had to muffle his own moans, covering his mouth as Bucky slid in a finger. Bucky shushed him, massaging his hips as he thrust his finger in and out. Bucky curled his finger inside him, and he cursed his hips lifting off the desk.
Bucky entered another finger, grunting, mumbling about how tight Sam is, how perfect he is. Sam hand flies around the desk, knocking over some stray papers as he grunts, mewling into the wood of the desk.
“Fuck, Bucky please,” Sam whined into the desk his eyes clenched shut, gasping as Bucky pistons his fingers in and out of him. His leg kicked up as Bucky held him tight, holding him tight as thrashed around.
“Shh, Sam, you gonna let them hear you, huh,” Bucky mumbled, and with that he slipped in a third finger, curling it in and pressing down.
Sam bit down on his fist, gasping as a guttural moan was forced from his throat. He wanted to beg, really. But it was impossible to think, to breathe. In the haze of it all, there was only Bucky. And he was so full.
“I got you,” Bucky whispered, “God, you look so good Sam, how’d I get so lucky,” his fingers slipped from him and Sam bit back a whine.
“Buck, I swear if you don’t get in me,” Sam bit out, turning back to look at him. Buck eyes were hooded as he stared down at the mess he’d began to make of his hole. He’d pulled his pants down just enough to stroke at his hard cock. Sam had to look away, shifting his hand down to stroke at his leaking cock, using his other hand to bite down against the moans spilling from his mouth.
Bucky held his hip tight enough to bruise as he pushed inside, groaning against every inch that dipped inside him. He mumbled nonsensical things as he sheathed himself inside of Sam, groaning at the feel. He pressed his stomach flush to Sam’s back before giving an experimental thrust, knocking overly loud grunts from the two.
Bucky moved Sam’s hand from his mouth, turning his head to lock their lips in a kiss that was mostly tongue as Bucky began to rock into him. He gave heavy thrusts that shook the table as he whispered into Sam’s ear, “I got you, I got you,” bringing his hand to cover Sam’s mouth as he whined, “You feel so good, my Sammy, so fucking good, yeah that’s right stroke your cock for me, you’re gonna cum all over my desk, so fucking filthy, so fucking good for me,” Bucky panted into his ear.
Sam could barely think, could barely breathe really. Dizzy with the sound of Bucky’s voice all gravely in his ear. His mind constantly chanted Bucky’s name. Pinned down to the desk and debauched, he was so close.
A shrill beep filled the air interrupting Bucky’s pounding.
Bucky sighed at the noise, shifting inside him in a way that made Sam whimper. He shook his head, looking back at him, silently pleading. Bucky shushed him massaging at his left ass cheek as he answered the intercom.
“Yes, Dana?”
“Oh, Mr. Barnes your 2:30 has arrived a bit early are you available to take him now.
It was amazing how calm Bucky sounded as if he wasn’t balls deep in his boyfriend right now. His hand massaged his hip, as he listened to her.
“Me and Sam are wrapping up,” he sighed beginning to grind into him, an almost silent squelch sounding between the two. Sam choked underneath him, biting down on his lip. Bucky ground into him as he said, “I’ll meet them outside, when we’ve wrapped up.”
“Yes, Mr. Barnes,” the call ends with another beep.
Bucky resumes his position atop him, pressing kisses into the side of his head. “10 minutes,” he growled into his ear, his heavy thrusts starting back. The desk shook as he pounded into him, Sam whimpering as he blinked away the sweat dripping into his eyes. Bucky shushed him, not relenting. If Sam could escape, he would, he twisted his fingers around his cock and practically growled as the fire burned in his belly.
“Please,” he spit out, gasping at the strength of Bucky’s thrusts. “I’m about to cum,”
Bucky shushed him, he connected their lips in a lazy kiss, his hips stuttering in their even space. Sam was near tears as the urge came over him, jerking his dick, and a certain thrust timed with the slapping of Bucky’s hip against his sent him over. “I’m- fuck,” he gasped, and it was all he could say as he came, stilling Bucky’s thrusts as he clenched around his thick cock.
Bucky grunted as he came, following him. Sam hummed as Bucky pulled out, his eyes were closed as he caught his bearings. His legs felt like jelly, if it weren’t for the desk holding him up, he’d be on the ground. He reached for a tissue on the desk, cleaning his cum-covered fingers. Bucky pulled up his jeans, helping him stand and turn so that he could buckle his pants.
If Bucky looked as disheveled as he did, he knew he looked worse.
“You look frumpy,” Sam commented, as finished him up. Sam helped button back up his pants, and Bucky sighed resting his forehead against his.
“How am I supposed to go back to normal after that?”
“Open the window? Change your shirt?”
Bucky rolled his eyes, pressing their lips together in a quick kiss. “I love you,” he whispered pressing another kiss to his lips.
“I love you too,” Sam simpered, grinning at him.
Looking back at the time, he knew it was time to go. He reluctantly pulled away. After, opening the window, Bucky walked him to the door a dopey smile on his face.
“I look a mess, don’t I? We gotta get you a mirror in here, it’s just impractical, really,” Sam tutted with a smile, chuckling as Bucky sighed looking around the office. “Wanna order in tonight?”
Bucky nodded, before leaning in and whispering, “But there’s something special, I definitely want to eat.”
Sam pushed him, shaking his head despite the heat forming in his cheek, “Bye Buck.”
“Bye baby,”
When Sam opened the door, Dana was staring up at him and Bucky, her fist up, poised to knock. Her eyes widened as she looked him over, and Sam had to fight back a laugh, “Hi Dana,” he nodded to her, motioning to scoot past her. She watched him go, before snapping out her reverie.
“Oh, um, Mr. Barnes…”
Sam laughed to himself, feeling oddly smug. He was limping, probably littered with love bites, knowing Bucky, lips swollen and a slowly fading bite mark on his hand. And he was definitely a sight, with the way Bucky’s guest eyebrows shot up at the sight of him, or the way the receptionist jaw dropped at a single look at him. Sam handed the receptionist his visitor pass with a smile.
“Have a good day, alright?”
“You too… Captain Wilson…”
Sam chuckled, waving as he left the building. He exited the building with a pep in his step he didn’t come in with.