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It all started with a single comment.
Sam had been given a manager for his socials when he officially took up the mantle of Captain America, which was a relief, since he was pretty much clueless when it came to social media. They had asked Sam to record a short video to post for the Fourth of July, and of course, Bucky ended up weaseling his way into it.
The video itself wasn’t anything special; it was just Sam wishing everyone a happy 4th while he was outside Sarah’s house grilling some burgers. Bucky had been the only one around to record it, and he just couldn’t resist making fun of Sam from behind the camera.
“Sam, you’re really not sellin’ it. I’d expect more patriotism from you. Let’s do it again,” Bucky said, his voice thick with sarcasm. Sam rolled his eyes.
“Buck, we’ve already redone this, like, five different times! We got it, ok? I don’t know how many more times I can say ‘happy 4th of July’ before I lose my mind,” Sam retorted, waving his spatula around, unable to keep himself from smiling despite his mild frustration. Bucky just had such a way of getting under his skin.
Bucky gasped in mock offense. “Sam! That’s not very patriotic, now, is it?” he teased, hand on his hip like a disapproving parent. Sam scoffed.
“What do you want me to do? Wear the full suit just for one video?” Bucky hummed, considering this.
“I mean…it’s a pretty good suit, to be fair.”
“It’s a fantastic suit, but I’m not wearin’ it just to stand out here and grill burgers. That ain’t what it’s meant for.”
“I’m sure that the genius who designed it wouldn’t mind if you did that,” Bucky said, pride evident in his voice. Sam shook his head, chuckling to himself.
“Ok, first of all, Shuri is the one who designed it, all you did was the first sketch. The suit itself was all her.” Bucky turned the camera around to record himself as Sam was talking, shaking his head like Sam was full of shit.
“Lies. Lies and slander,” he joked, talking to the camera.
“Man, gimme my phone! Go back inside!” Sam admonished, reaching for his phone to end the video. The final frame was Bucky’s smiling face, blurry as the phone was pulled from his grasp.
Sam ended up sending that video to his social manager, who luckily thought it was hilarious, and decided to post it. Thankfully, it garnered a good response, and soon enough, Sam’s phone was blowing up with notifications.
“Have you seen the comments on that video? People loved it, like, here, take a look at this,” Joaquin said a few days later while they were taking their lunch break during training. He turned his phone towards Sam so that he could see what was on the screen as he scrolled through the comment section.
“This person said ‘I’m now imagining Bucky behind the camera in every single post on this account lol’, isn’t he in a bunch of your pictures, though?” Joaquin asked, taking a bite of his sandwich. Sam nodded.
“Yeah, he’s in, like, half of them. I mean, to be fair, he does take a lot of the pictures and videos that don’t have him in them, so that comment isn’t totally wrong…” Sam admitted, chuckling a little at the mental image of Bucky’s old man stance whenever he was operating a phone.
“Oh, here’s another one that made me laugh, this commenter said ‘Sam looks great in the suit, Bucky knows what the people want.’” Sam made a face of agreement.
“They’re not wrong.” Sam grabbed his water bottle and took a long drink.
Bad idea.
“Aw, this one’s cute. ‘I’m glad we get to see this side of the two of them, not just the serious stuff you see on TV. They have such good chemistry together, they bicker like a married couple,’ heart emoji.”
Sam nearly spit out his water.
“Woah, Jesus, Sam, you ok?” Joaquin asked, concerned, rubbing a hand up and down Sam’s back. Sam coughed into his fist, his face flaming.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he stammered, coughing a few more times before finally being able to breathe properly again. Joaquin looked at him quizzically.
“You sure? Oh…I’m sorry, did that, uh, comment make you uncomfortable? I can see why it would, I just figured it was innocent enough, but if-” Joaquin rambled, wringing his hands together nervously. Sam punched him lightly in the shoulder to get him to shut up.
“Nah, man, it’s fine. I just, uh…wasn’t expectin’ it, I guess…” Sam muttered, fighting to keep his voice steady despite the incessant pounding of his heart.
“Do we really, um, give off that vibe?” Joaquin raised an eyebrow at him.
“You and Bucky? Oh, yeah, totally. I’ve had, like, multiple different people assume that you two are a couple and just aren’t public yet,” he said, continuing to eat his lunch. Sam gaped at him, lost for words, eternally grateful that his darker skin didn’t show how hard he was probably blushing.
“Wait, really?”
Joaquin nodded. “Mhm. I mean, it’s not that crazy of an assumption, you two do have really good chemistry. It could be read as flirting to the outside eye,” he remarked casually, like he hadn’t just upended Sam’s entire worldview in a matter of seconds. Sam ran a hand down his face, his mind running a mile a minute.
Sure, Sam could admit that he found Bucky attractive, but that was just because he had two perfectly good eyeballs and could appreciate a beautiful person when he saw one. That didn’t explain the little flip that his stomach did whenever Bucky smiled at him, or the way his heart hammered in his chest when Bucky showed off his strength.
Did he…have a crush on Bucky?
“Oh, God…” Sam bemoaned, his head dropping into his hands. Joaquin shifted closer to him, gently rubbing his shoulder.
“You ok?”
“I think I have a crush on Bucky.”
“And you’re only just realizing this now?”
Sam’s head shot up. He met Joaquin’s smug gaze, narrowing his eyes at him.
“What? What do you mean?” Joaquin scoffed, a disbelieving look on his face.
“Oh, come on, Sam, it’s pretty obvious. The way you look at him, talk about him, act around him…I honestly thought you two were already together when we first met, or you were at least interested in each other, until you brought up that you were single a while ago.” Sam blinked, processing Joaquin’s words.
“Really?”
“Yeah. He flirts with you, like, all the time.”
Sam furrowed his brow. “Bucky? Flirting with me? You sure?” Joaquin rolled his eyes.
“Uh, yeah, dude, it’s honestly kind of ridiculous how obvious he is about it. And if you think you like him too, I mean, I say just shoot your shot! Put that chemistry to use.” With that, Joaquin finished his lunch and bounded over to the training area, leaving Sam to fend for himself.
——
Back in his bedroom at Sarah’s house that night, Sam just couldn’t sit still.
He paced around the room, running through scenarios in his head. He wanted to text Bucky, but what did he say? Hey, Bucky, I know you’re up in New York for the week, and I know you’ll be back down here with me in just a few days, but I wanted to let you know that I’ve been reevaluating our entire relationship and I think I might be attracted to you?
Obviously not.
Before he could spiral any further into panic, his phone buzzed on his bed. He didn’t dive onto the bed to check his phone, thank you very much, he just…very enthusiastically jumped onto his bed and scrambled to grab his phone. And, just his luck, it was a message from Bucky.
Bucky: Hey, can I ask you something?
Oh, God.
Sam’s heart jumped into his mouth. Surely Bucky was just going to ask him something about logistics, since he was only up in New York to finalize a few things and pack up his apartment to move down to Louisiana with Sam, which was way too much to think about at the moment, but still, Sam’s recent revelations meant that he wasn’t exactly thinking about much outside of…well.
Sam: Sure, what’s up?
Sam threw his phone back down on the bed, his hands shaking, feeling like a teenage girl texting her crush. This was ridiculous. He was a grown man, for God’s sake.
He almost didn’t want to check his phone when he heard it buzz again, but he couldn’t leave Bucky hanging, and curiosity got the better of him, so he picked it back up.
Bucky: Do you like cats?
Sam blinked.
That was…not what he was expecting.
Breathing a little easier, he typed out his response.
Sam: I prefer dogs, but yeah, cats are cool. Why?
Almost immediately after he hit send, a picture came through from Bucky. A tiny, fluffy white kitten was curled up on Bucky’s lap, looking like it hadn’t a care in the world.
Bucky: This is Alpine. I found her a few days ago on the street near my apartment. I really don’t wanna leave her here. Could we keep her?
Sam’s heart melted. Sure, it was true that he did prefer dogs, but he wasn’t one of those people who hated cats, either. Cats were chill as long as you were chill, and Sam considered himself a pretty chill guy. He wanted to say “no pets” for at least the first few months of him and Bucky living together, but just imagining Bucky taking care of a tiny kitten in their house that they shared won him over.
Sam: She’s very cute. As long as you can take care of her, I don’t mind. I am not cleaning up cat litter. That’s your job.
Bucky: Aye aye, captain.
The dork even added a saluting emoji at the end of his text. Sam chuckled to himself, scrolling back up to look at the picture again. The cat, Alpine, was tiny, sure, but she didn’t look like she was fresh out of the womb. If Sam had to guess, and he knew next to nothing about cats, he would’ve assumed that she was at least a few weeks old, maybe a few months. She might’ve been the runt of her litter, which could’ve been why she was all alone.
Alpine wasn’t the part of the picture that Sam was focusing on though, as cute as she was. No, Sam was transfixed on what Alpine had chosen as her resting spot.
Bucky was a manspreader, Sam was very aware. Whenever they sat next to each other in cars or planes, Sam always ended up getting squished because of his partner’s legs. While it still annoyed him at times, he had caught enough glimpses of Bucky’s bulge when they changed together in the jet and in locker rooms to know that it was…necessary.
Even soft, Bucky looked big. Sam tried not to ogle the man all that much, but sometimes it was practically staring him in the face.
One instance in particular immediately came to mind, where they had been in a rush to change into their suits before an unexpected conflict. Sam had bent down to secure some of the straps on his boots, and turned his head just in time to nearly get a face full of super soldier crotch.
He and Bucky had laughed it off at the time, but thinking back on it now, Sam could’ve sworn that Bucky was at least a little hard. Either that, or he was carrying a fucking missile in his pants 24/7.
Both possibilities made Sam’s stomach flip.
He stayed on the picture, his eyes glued to the screen. He could already feel the familiar ache in his crotch, could feel himself getting wetter. The moment that he realized he was pressing his thighs together to get some friction, he quickly turned his phone off and tossed it onto the bed.
It wouldn’t have been the first time Sam had rubbed one out to thoughts of Bucky, even if it had been subconsciously, but doing it while looking at a picture of him just felt ten times creepier. Guilt churned in his stomach, souring in his gut like spoiled milk. Bucky wasn’t some pornstar that put out sexual content on purpose, and he surely didn’t sign up to be masturbation fuel for his best friend. Sam sighed, running a hand down his face. He really had to get this under control.
——
Saturday both came quickly and felt like it would never arrive soon enough. Sam had driven to the new property from Sarah’s house first thing in the morning, texting back and forth with Bucky about their plans.
The house that they had bought was a quaint little one story bungalow about fifteen minutes away from Sarah’s house. It had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a laundry room, and an office, as well as an attic for storage. It was the perfect size for the two of them, with plenty of space to store their gear. Pepper and Fury had come by the day after they had bought the house to install the most high-tech home security system Sam had ever seen. They had installed one around Sarah’s house once Sam officially became Cap, and it had worked perfectly, so Sam was confident that he and Bucky would be safe.
And besides, even if someone did somehow manage to get onto their property, they wouldn’t last long with Bucky around.
Speaking of Bucky, he was supposed to be getting there any minute now, and Sam was practically vibrating out of his own skin. The second that he heard the familiar rumble of Bucky’s motorcycle, he took a deep breath to calm himself and strolled out onto the porch as casually as he could manage.
Bucky’s motorcycle slowed to a stop in front of the house, and Sam’s heart leapt into his throat as he watched Bucky remove his helmet (he didn’t need one, he’d say, because his skull was borderline indestructible, but Sam and Sarah both insisted) and his black leather jacket to reveal…a white shirt? Sam’s confusion must have been evident on his face, because Bucky chuckled, looking down at himself as he dropped the kickstand and parked his bike.
“I had to buy a bunch of lighter colored clothes, all because of this little lady…” he said, getting off of his bike and unclasping a cat carrier, specially made for motorcycles, off of the back of the seat.
Sam had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing.
Bucky gingerly set the carrier down on the ground, then opened it and reached inside. Sam heard her before he saw her; Alpine, a tiny white kitten, the same one he had been seeing in pictures almost every day this past week. As Bucky picked her up, she nuzzled into his hold, surprisingly calm given the no doubt loud and bumpy ride.
“She sheds like crazy, and since she’s got white fur, it was super easy to see on my darker clothes, so…” Bucky shrugged, gently petting the kitten. Sam couldn’t tamper down the smile that spread on his face even if he wanted to, and reached out to scratch Alpine’s head.
She lifted her head, sniffing Sam’s hand, curious. Once she deemed him suitable, she rubbed her head along the underside of his palm, purring lightly. Bucky beamed.
“Thank fuck, I was worried she might be picky,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. Sam jokingly scowled at him.
“You sayin’ you don’t think I’m likable? Wow…” Sam said, feigning offense. Bucky huffed.
“No, I’m saying that she’s a cat who’s not used to humans and I figured she might’ve imprinted on me or something, but apparently she’s just friendly. Isn’t that right, girl?” The change in Bucky’s voice between him talking to Sam and him talking to Alpine would’ve been jarring if it wasn’t so damn cute watching this highly feared former assassin cuddling with a tiny kitten. Sam couldn’t help himself, he snickered. Bucky was too busy kissing Alpine’s head to notice.
Or, more likely, he did notice (super senses and all) and just decided not to care.
“She’s very cute. I can see that she’s already got you wrapped around her little paw, huh?” Sam teased, scratching under Alpine’s chin. She purred happily. Once he retracted his hand, she blinked her eyes open owlishly at him. In a few of the many pictures Bucky had sent of Alpine, Sam had been able to see her eyes, but seeing them in person was even more striking. Her left eye was an icy blue, not unlike Bucky’s, and her right eye was a rich brown, not unlike…
Sam’s.
He froze, the sudden realization almost knocking the wind out of him. Bucky tilted his head, concerned.
“Sam? You ok?”
“She’s got our eyes.”
Bucky furrowed his brow, lifting Alpine up and bringing her in front of his face to look at her eyes. Then back to Sam. Back to Alpine.
Sam cursed himself internally. Why did he say that? Now Bucky was gonna think he was weird…and now he really felt like a middle schooler around their crush.
But, instead of looking weirded out or uncomfortable, Bucky smiled warmly at him.
“Well, ain’t that something? You’re right, she totally does…don’t know how I never noticed it until now…” Bucky said, his voice tinged with wonder. He looked at Sam again, his smile soft, his eyes kind.
“And, just for the record…” Bucky began, grabbing his one bag off of the back of his motorcycle and walking up to Sam. “I think the right one’s prettier.”
In the few seconds that it took Sam to process what Bucky had said, the other man gently handed Alpine to him. She immediately made herself at home in Sam’s arms, nuzzling her head into his chest. Bucky smiled, just a little slyly, patting Sam on the arm before making his way up to the house. Sam scoffed lightly, his cheeks warming. Alpine looked up at him, her mismatched eyes seeing right through him.
“Your dad’s gonna be the death of me, you know that?” he said softly. Alpine, indifferent, settled back into his arms with a lazy yawn. Sam sighed, gathered himself, then followed Bucky into the house.
——
The three of them spent the rest of the day assembling furniture and filling their new home with their belongings. Well, two of them did all the work, while a certain furry someone just slept most of the time.
When she wasn’t sleeping, Alpine was very playful, batting around screws and other small pieces of their furniture that was yet to be assembled. She also had a habit of walking between people’s legs, and Sam almost tripped over her too many times to count.
“Shit! Alpine, you gotta know by now that that’s not safe,” Sam cursed, just barely managing to catch himself as Alpine’s furry body basically teleported under his foot. Honestly, with all of the weird shit he had to put up with for his job, a cat with superpowers wasn’t even that high on the list. And it would’ve been just his luck that his roommate-slash-best friend-slash-hopeless crush had adopted one. Bucky chuckled from his position on the couch.
“Sorry, I hope I didn’t kick her or anything…” Sam said, unable to see much of what was below him over the large box he was carrying. Bucky peered over the back of the couch, down at Alpine.
“Nah, she’s alright. Alpine, get out of Sam’s way, come here, darlin’.”
Sam nearly dropped the box he was holding.
Shit.
Bucky’s old Brooklyn accent only popped up every now and then, but when it did, Sam couldn’t hide the full body reaction that it gave him. He had always found the super thick New Yorker accents to be more comedic than anything, but when it came from Bucky, it was smoother, more natural, and way, way more attractive.
Alpine, oblivious, pranced on over to Bucky, rounding the side of the couch and jumping into his lap. Bucky gently picked her up, kissing the top of her head.
I am not getting jealous of a cat. I am not getting jealous of a cat. I am not getting-
“Sam? You good?”
Sam blinked, clearing the light haze from his eyes. His heart was still hammering, and his core was still aching, but he straightened himself and nodded.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry, I…just zoned out, I guess…” The excuse sounded fake, even to Sam’s own ears, and he could tell that Bucky didn’t believe him for a second.
Sam adjusted his pants. Bucky’s eyebrow raised just a tick.
Shit shit shit-
Before Sam could freak out any further, someone knocked on the door.
“Hey, y’all! Can I help with anything? I didn’t bring the boys, it’s just me, but they do wanna come over later tonight if that’s alright…oh, wow, you guys have made some progress,” Sarah said as she slowly opened the front door, taking her sunglasses off to survey the room. Sam sighed in relief. Thank God for his sister.
“Hey, Sarah. Come on in, have a seat. We’re mostly just decorating now-” Sam began, getting cut off by Sarah’s gasp.
“Um, where did this little cutie come from?” she asked, pointing at Alpine, who had clambered off of Bucky’s lap and to the far end of the couch towards the door at the commotion. Bucky laughed, picking Alpine up and bringing her over to Sarah.
“This is Alpine, I found her back in Brooklyn on the street. Sam said I could bring her here, so I did. I hope you’re not, uh, allergic or anything…” Bucky explained, grimacing a little as he tacked on the last bit. Sarah smiled at him.
“No, I’m not, and neither are the boys. Oh, she’s so cute, the boys are gonna love her,” Sarah cooed, extending her hand towards Alpine to sniff. Once she was deemed worthy by the feline, she gently pet her between her ears.
Sarah stayed over for a few hours, helping Sam and Bucky decorate the place with what they had. When she brought the boys over that night, she also brought dinner, which they all ate together, Alpine included.
After dinner, Bucky volunteered to do the dishes because of course he did.
“Buck, look, not that I don’t appreciate you taking care of the dishes, because I definitely do, but we have a dishwasher for a reason. You don’t have to hand wash everything, man,” Sam said, leaning against the dishwasher as he watched Bucky methodically scrub and rinse every single dish. Bucky scoffed.
“I know, I know, I just like doin’ it this way. It’s what I’m used to,” he replied with a shrug. Sam raised an eyebrow at him.
“Oh, I see. Old dog can’t learn new tricks, huh?” Sam teased. Bucky glared at him, but he wasn’t able to hide the small smirk that pulled at the corner of his mouth.
“Hydra spent about 80 years proving that wrong,” he joked dryly. Sam sighed.
“Bucky…”
“What? What’s the point of healing from your trauma if you can’t joke about it?” Bucky said defensively. Just as Sam was about to respond, Sarah huffed out a laugh behind him.
“You two, I swear…you bicker just like Momma and Daddy used to, almost makes me nostalgic,” she said, shaking her head fondly. Bucky chuckled, briefly abandoning the dishes to wrap his arms around Sam’s waist and rest his chin on his shoulder.
“Are you saying we act like an old married couple?” Bucky asked, his tone teasing. Sarah raised an eyebrow, looking between the two of them. Sam was used to the light, friendly touches between him and Bucky, but now Bucky had fitted his strong arms around Sam’s trim waist, pulling him tight to his body, and Sam was about to lose his mind.
“I mean…you said it, not me,” Sarah replied with a small shrug. Bucky grinned, turning his head to look at Sam with an exaggerated lovesick look in his stupidly pretty blue eyes. Sam glared sidelong at him.
“You are so weird.” Bucky pouted. Sam was about to scream.
“Aw, don’t be like that, babe,” Bucky joked, planting a quick kiss on Sam’s cheek before letting go of him and returning his focus to the dishes.
Sam might’ve stopped breathing.
He only snapped back to reality when he heard Sarah snickering. He blinked, turning his gaze to his sister. He tried to look mad, but the fact that his face was on fire and his heart was actively attempting to escape his body via his mouth made it difficult to focus on anything else.
Sarah just kept laughing at him.
——
That night, after Sarah and the boys had gone home, Sam could hardly look Bucky in the eyes. Bucky noticed, obviously, because it would have been impossible not to. Just before Sam turned in for bed, Bucky stopped him in the hallway.
“Hey, Sam?”
Sam hesitantly met Bucky’s eyes. God, why was he being so awkward? It wasn’t like Bucky had never flirted with him before. The physical aspect of it was somewhat new, though, so that must have been why it felt so different.
Bucky gave Sam a shy smile, looking conflicted and…scared?
“Look, I’m sorry if what I did earlier made you, um, uncomfortable, I just…” he said, sounding genuinely remorseful. Sam sighed.
“No, Buck, it’s ok. I know you were just messing around, I just didn’t expect it, that’s all. We’re good, right?” Sam asked, trying his hardest to look unaffected. Bucky still looked worried, but he smiled at him nonetheless.
“Yeah, of course.” Bucky paused, studying Sam’s face with gentle interest. Sam fought against the urge to squirm under the attention.
“I’ll see you in the morning. Night, Sam,” Bucky said, patting Sam on the shoulder as he continued down the hall to his room.
“Yeah, good night, Buck.”
——
A few days later, Sam was startled awake in the middle of the night to a loud crash from the living room.
He jolted upright, scrambling out of bed to grab the shield from where it was leaning against his dresser. He quickly put a shirt on before making his way out into the hallway as quietly as possible, his heart pounding against his ribcage.
He had quickly ruled out a break in, given their advanced security system and general privacy, but turning the corner and seeing what was going on in the living room made his stomach drop.
The room was dark, the only illumination coming from the soft light of the moon filtering in through the large windows. In the dim light, Sam could see two bodies slumped on the floor, and a third being lifted off the ground by the throat, Bucky’s metal hand clamped tightly around it. Sam couldn’t make out Bucky’s face, since he was turned away from him, but given the tightness of his shoulders and complete silence, he could wager a guess that the guy he was choking out was currently the recipient of the patented Bucky Barnes Assassin Glare.
Sam crept forward, not wanting to startle Bucky, and he kept the shield in front of himself, just in case. He knew that Bucky would never hurt him, but he could never be too careful. The bodies on the floor didn’t look dead, and Sam could see their guns from halfway across the room, so he kept his careful pace forward.
“Buck? You ok?”
Bucky dropped the man he was holding, his body going limp as it collapsed onto the wooden floor. Bucky turned to look at Sam, his icy, furious gaze softening.
“Sam…yeah, I’m fine, are you ok?”
“Yeah, yeah…I only just woke up, I didn’t hear anything until just a few seconds ago…what the hell happened?” Sam asked, taking stock of the scene around him. None of the windows or doors were broken, which was a relief, but a few items had been scattered around the place, and a chair had been knocked over. As far as property damage went, it was tame.
The men who had broken in, though, were faring much more poorly.
From what Sam could see, each of the three men were white, middle aged, and decently athletic. They each had at least one assault rifle, and they were dressed in all black gear. They didn’t look like professionals, more like a resistance group. Each of their guns had their barrels crushed, rendering them useless. One of the men was slumped against a wall, the back of his head bleeding. The second was laying by the front door, a large gash on his forehead and a clearly broken nose. The third, the one Bucky had been strangling when Sam had walked in, was passed out at Bucky’s feet, blood trickling from his swollen mouth.
Bucky sighed. “A few dumb racists tried to break in, and I made sure they regretted it.” Sam wanted to smile, but he was far too concerned to be happy about Bucky’s overprotectiveness.
“How the fuck did they get in, though? I mean, we have that security system all set up, they shouldn’t have been able to even get into the front yard without setting something off,” Sam said, loosening his grip on the shield a little. Bucky stared sheepishly at his feet.
“I, uh, I let them past the threshold.”
Sam glared at him, incredulous.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Ok, look, I saw them from, like, a mile away, and I knew there were only three of them, so I figured I could take them, and I wanted to beat them all within an inch of their lives, anyway, so I did. I dismissed the security warning to let them think they had the upper hand, and then when they got to the front door, I dragged them all inside, destroyed their guns, and, uh…” Bucky trailed off, gesturing to the bodies around him. “…yeah.”
Sam couldn’t tamper down the smile that was pulling at the edges of his mouth this time, not even if he tried. He sighed, setting the shield down on the couch before pulling Bucky in for a tight hug.
“You’re lucky I like you, because you’re a dumbass.”
Bucky chuckled fondly, wrapping his arms around Sam’s waist, his chin resting in the crook of his shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m aware.”
“So not only are you two traitors to the country, but you’re also a couple of faggots.”
Bucky stiffened. He slowly let go of Sam, turning to face the man he had choked out earlier, who apparently thought himself a brave man. He was glaring at Sam and Bucky with nothing but hateful malice in his eyes, and Sam honestly couldn’t wait to see whatever Bucky was about to do.
Bucky knelt down to get on the man’s level, grabbing him roughly by the throat again. “I could’ve just killed you, y’know. Could’ve just snapped your neck and been done with it. But I let you live, and this is how you fucking thank me?” Bucky hissed, his voice low and dangerous. The man swallowed nervously. Bucky shoved him back onto the floor harshly, standing up to tower over him. “Get the fuck out of my house, and take your little friends with you. You should be glad I didn’t put a fucking bullet in your skull.”
The other two men were conscious at this point, and upon hearing Bucky’s words, they scrambled to their feet and practically shoved each other out the front door. Right as they got into the front yard, two police cars pulled into the driveway, red and blue lights flashing.
The next half hour went by in a blur of questions and mild discomfort. Mostly because Sam was so horny that he almost couldn’t stand up straight, but also because, y’know, cops.
Watching Bucky absolutely lay into racist douchebags was one of Sam’s favorite things to see. It had happened before, since Sam unfortunately got a lot of hate for just existing, but Bucky was always there to put the fear of God into anyone who spoke ill of Sam for any reason, racial or not. Sam was always open to criticism, of course, but Bucky was always ready to make some troll on the internet or judgy newsperson regret ever letting any negative thoughts about Sam even cross their minds.
Was it sweet? Of course. Hilarious? Absolutely.
Did it also make Sam want to climb Bucky like a tree even more than he usually did? 100 percent.
Sarah had joked before that Bucky was the leader of the Sam Wilson fan club, and Bucky had taken it to heart. His bio on all of the social media platforms he was on had “Sam Wilson fan club leader” somewhere in them. Bucky liked every single one of Sam’s posts on every platform, and on his own socials, a decent two thirds of the pictures and videos he posted were of Sam.
Sam had been beating himself up trying to figure out if Bucky returned his feelings, but it was so glaringly obvious that he couldn’t even fathom any other reason for half of the things Bucky did regarding him. Dropping everything to move in with him in a state that he had only visited once? Constantly maintaining points of contact with him? Flirting with him nonstop? Protecting him from racist assholes? It was so plain to see how Bucky felt about him that Sam almost felt stupid for not realizing it sooner.
Once the racist idiots were taken away by the cops, Bucky and Sam both made their way back into the house. Bucky immediately started cleaning up everything that had been knocked over; sweeping up the broken glass from a picture frame, putting books back on shelves, and flipping the chair back over. In the chaos, Alpine had hidden under the couch, and as soon as Bucky finished cleaning, he gently coaxed her out from her hiding spot, showering her with kisses and gentle pets once she had made her way over to him.
Sam watched him, butterflies erupting in his stomach, smiling like an absolute fool.
After making sure Alpine was alright, Bucky walked over to where Sam was standing in the kitchen.
“Hey. Thanks for doing that, you didn’t have to-”
“No, Sam, those guys came in here with the intent to hurt you, or worse. The very least I could do was break a few of their bones,” Bucky said, resting a hand on Sam’s shoulder. Sam smiled warmly at him.
“Well, thank you, anyway. I always feel safe with you around, Buck,” Sam said, looking up at Bucky from under his lashes a little. Bucky’s cheeks went slightly pink as he returned the smile.
“Good, I’m glad. And, look, if you need anything else right now, I’m here for you, ok?” Bucky offered, his hand traveling down Sam’s arm to gently hold his hand. Sam bit his lip. This was going almost too perfectly.
“Anything I need?” Bucky nodded eagerly.
“Of course, Sam, anything.”
Sam looked down, feigning shyness. He ran his thumb across the back of Bucky’s hand, slowly.
“What about something I want?” Bucky tilted his head, regarding Sam with gentle interest.
“Anything.”
“And what if I just want your company?”
Bucky’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, and Sam’s eyes followed the movement. If the way that Bucky’s eyes darkened meant anything, he had noticed. Bucky grinned.
“I can do that.”
Sam smiled, pleased, then released Bucky’s hand and started making his way over to the hallway, his hips swaying just a little. When he didn’t hear Bucky following him, he glanced coyly over his shoulder, giving Bucky a quick once over.
“Well? You coming?”
Bucky chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he bounded across the living room to follow Sam. When Sam got to his bedroom door, he could still hear Bucky in the living room, who had clearly stopped to pet Alpine before joining Sam.
“You’re gonna have to stay out here for a bit, ok, princess? Daddy’s gonna be busy for a while.”
Sam bit his lip so hard he almost drew blood.
By the time Bucky had gotten to Sam’s room, Sam was already sitting on the bed, suddenly feeling nervous. And Bucky taking his shirt off right in front of him certainly didn’t help. Sam could only stare at him as he laid down on the bed next to him, gesturing for Sam to do the same. Sensing his nerves, Bucky chuckled warmly.
“Why are you nervous? You’re the one who invited me in here,” he teased lightly. Sam rolled his eyes, quickly removing his shirt before settling in next to Bucky, facing him, but unable to look him in the eyes. Bucky gently tilted his head up with a finger under his chin. His blue eyes conveyed nothing but kindness and understanding, and Sam relaxed a little.
“Hey. I want this, ok? I promise.” Sam, feeling marginally more confident, scooted closer to Bucky, their faces only inches away. Bucky held the side of his jaw, his thumb absentmindedly stroking his skin.
“Would it help if I kissed you?” Sam bit his lip again. His lips were going to be swollen by the end of the night.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out, right?” Bucky smirked, then finally, finally kissed him.
It started innocently enough; just gentle, polite movements of lips and soft sighs, but when Sam got his hands in Bucky’s hair and tugged slightly, the kiss quickly picked up speed. Bucky groaned, parting Sam’s lips with his tongue and licking into his mouth like he was trying to memorize the taste of him. Sam gave as good as he got, pulling Bucky closer to him and shoving his tongue in his mouth with reckless abandon.
Sam’s cunt started to pulse with how turned on he was, and he desperately needed friction, so he straddled Bucky’s hips in one swift movement and started grinding down onto his quickly hardening cock, choking out a sob of want at how good the pressure felt.
“Fuck, Sam…you’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this,” Bucky confessed, his hands digging into Sam’s ass as he ground against him. Sam moaned, loud and needy, his boxers already soaked from his arousal.
“Bucky…God, that feels good-” Sam enthused, getting even wetter as he felt Bucky’s cock twitch in his pants, already fully hard. Bucky kissed him again, swallowing down his moans and exploring Sam’s mouth with his tongue.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Anything you want, I’ll give it to you,” Bucky said as he pulled away from him, his lips slick and swollen from their enthusiastic kisses. After feeling how eager Bucky was to get his tongue in his mouth, Sam couldn’t help but imagine how good his mouth would feel on other parts of his body, too.
“I’d love for you to eat me out, if that’s something you-” Sam didn’t even have the chance to finish his sentence before he was being flipped over onto his back and having his legs spread. Bucky immediately attacked his neck and shoulders with his lips, biting and sucking bruises into his skin. Sam whined, fisting his hands in Bucky’s hair as he marked him up. It’s not like many of the marks would be visible on Sam’s dark skin, but Bucky’s mouth felt so good that he didn’t care.
Bucky continued to trail kisses down Sam’s chest, his abs, and all the way down to his crotch. He looked up at Sam, raising his eyebrows a little in a silent question. Sam nodded eagerly, lifting his hips preemptively to help Bucky get his pants off. Bucky chuckled at his eagerness, but given how quickly he pulled Sam’s shorts off, he wasn’t faring much better, himself.
A large, wet patch had formed on the front of Sam’s underwear, and Bucky groaned once he saw it. He brought his left hand up, gently stroking Sam’s pulsing cunt over his boxers. Despite how gentle he was, Bucky’s metal fingers were still hard and unyielding, firm against Sam’s skin, and Sam keened, his thighs shaking a little at how turned on he was. Bucky grinned wolfishly at him.
“God, Sam…you’re so wet for me already, aren’t you?” Bucky purred, pressing down a little harder, just hard enough to make Sam’s back arch off the bed.
Sam had worried, briefly, that Bucky might’ve been hesitant to be intimate with him since he was trans. Bucky didn’t care about it in their normal relationship, obviously, but intimacy was an entirely different thing. Luckily, though, it seemed like Bucky had absolutely no issue with it whatsoever as he pressed his thumb firmly to Sam’s swollen t-dick.
Sam’s hand flew to his mouth, biting down on his fist to attempt to muffle the sounds he was making. Bucky’s big, blue eyes stared up at him, dark and hungry in the low light of Sam’s bedroom.
“I wanna hear you, Sam. Any noise you wanna make, anything you wanna say, I wanna hear it. Don’t try and hide it, alright? Please…” Bucky said, his fingers dancing along the edge of Sam’s boxers, pulling them down torturously slowly. Sam took a deep breath, unable to stop a small whine from passing his lips. Bucky smiled at the sound, finally pulling Sam’s boxers down his legs and tossing them over his shoulder onto the floor.
“You sound so pretty for me, baby. I wanna hear everything.”
Before Sam could respond, Bucky leaned forward and began to lick at Sam’s cunt, and Sam promptly lost about 90% of his brain function.
How Sam hadn’t dragged this motherfucker into his bed years ago was beyond him, because Bucky was currently eating him out like he was the last supper, and Sam was more than happy to feed him. Sam writhed on the bed as Bucky lapped at him, tonguing at his slit and swirling circles around his clit with his tongue. He got his hands in Bucky’s hair, not hesitating to pull Bucky forward, grinding his pussy against his tongue, and Bucky groaned, low and rough.
“Fuck, sweetheart…you can do that as much as you want,” Bucky said, pausing from eating Sam out to speak. Sam laughed breathlessly, tightening his fist in Bucky’s hair, being rewarded with a broken, satisfied moan.
“Jesus, Buck…don’t stop, please don’t stop - ngh - f-feels so fucking good-” Sam pleaded as Bucky went back to enthusiastically eating him out. Bucky’s tongue was frankly ridiculous; warm, wet, and surprisingly dextrous, it was clear that Bucky had plenty of experience, and Sam should’ve been mad that they hadn’t been doing this for years already, but he was far too blissed out to think about pretty much anything at the moment.
When Bucky started sucking gently on his clit, Sam’s back arched clean off the bed, and he gasped sharply, his thighs clamping around Bucky’s head. Bucky chuckled, the vibrations just setting Sam off even more.
“Oh, you’re sensitive, aren’t you, doll?” Bucky drawled, only pulling away from Sam’s cunt enough to speak audibly. The warm puffs of his breath against Sam’s slick skin was almost too much to handle.
“I thought I told you not to stop…” Sam whined, trying to guide Bucky’s head back to where he wanted it. Bucky laughed softly, kissing the inside of Sam’s thighs as he gently rubbed his fingers around Sam’s slit, inching dangerously close to his core.
“Well, I wanted to ask you something first…” Sam reluctantly craned his head off of the pillow, peering down at Bucky, who looked so smug that Sam wanted to kick him.
“What?”
“How many times do you wanna cum tonight, Sam?”
Sam bit his lip, a deranged whine escaping from his mouth nonetheless. Bucky grinned, easing just the tip of one of his metal fingers into Sam’s aching pussy.
“Well?”
“God, Bucky…uh, I don’t know, maybe two times?” Sam’s brain was dangerously close to melting out of his ears, so forgive him if he wasn’t all that great at decision making for the time being. Bucky was silent for a moment.
“Let’s aim for three.”
Sam’s body was on fire, reeling with pleasure, but the cool metal of Bucky’s fingers sliding inside of him was oddly grounding. He had never felt anything quite like it; the firm pressure of the Vibranium combined with Bucky’s laser precision meant that every movement sent him spiraling further into complete disarray. Bucky’s mouth was just as lethal, the wet suction sending electric pulses of pleasure up Sam’s spine, forcing his legs closed around Bucky’s head. Luckily, Bucky didn’t seem to mind his head being crushed between Sam’s thighs, and Sam wasn’t worried about hurting him, so he let it happen.
By the time Bucky had gotten up to three fingers, Sam was starting to get desperate.
“Bucky, fuck, c’mon, just - ah- just hurry up and-” Sam pleaded, cutting himself off with a gasp as Bucky crooked his fingers inside of him, massaging his G-spot with maddening precision. He closed his mouth around Sam’s t-dick, sucking gently on the sensitive bud and teasing him with his skilled tongue. Sam’s entire body seized, his hands clamping down in Bucky’s hair, his orgasm hurtling into him with no warning. Bucky patiently helped him through it, fully attuned to every twitch and shudder that coursed through Sam’s body. He eased his fingers out of him once he had come down from his orgasm, kissing the inside of his thighs with careful reverence.
“You ok, baby?”
Sam shakily pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking down at Bucky with unfocused eyes. Bucky looked just as blissed out as Sam felt, and he hadn’t even cum yet. His cheeks were flushed and pink, the calming blue of his eyes shining in the pale moonlight that filtered through the half open blinds. Sam, vaguely remembering that Bucky had just asked him something, nodded weakly.
Bucky smiled, his mouth slick with moisture, and straightened himself, standing at his full height at the foot of the bed. He wiped his mouth, then sucked his fingers clean of Sam’s release before wiping his hand on his discarded shirt.
“You taste so fucking good, Sam…” Bucky said, his voice gravelly and hoarse. His sweatpants were tented to an almost comical degree, his cock practically begging to be released. Sam took pity on him, sitting upright and resting his hands on Bucky’s waist, getting his fingers under his waistband and pulling his pants and underwear down in one swift movement.
Finally freed from the confines of his clothing, Bucky’s cock nearly hit Sam’s cheek with how hard it was. Sam sat back, fully taking him in, raking his eyes up and down Bucky’s body with heat in his gaze.
Sam had seen Bucky shirtless plenty of times, but he rarely got to stop and really look at him, so he took advantage of the opportunity he now had. Bucky was gorgeous, with broad shoulders, a big chest, and a softly defined six pack. His abs used to be chiseled like something out of a magazine, but he had gotten a little thicker over the years that Sam had known him.
And, well, Sam was not complaining. At all.
Everything about Bucky was big, which was even more glaringly obvious below his waist. His cock was standing at attention about a foot in front of Sam’s face, long and thick and hard, the tip flushed red and wet with arousal. Sam bit his lip as he looked up at Bucky through his eyelashes, only to find that Bucky was watching him, too.
“I’d like to return the favor, if that’s alright…” Sam offered, getting himself comfortable on his calves, placing light kisses on the skin around Bucky’s sharp hipbones. Bucky groaned under his breath, resting his right hand on the back of Sam’s head.
“Oh, it’s more than alright, sweetheart…” Bucky breathed out, his eyes dark as Sam took him in his hand, stroking him slowly but firmly. Sam smiled up at him, bringing his face to the base of Bucky’s cock and licking a long, wet stripe up the underside of it. Bucky keened, the hand on the back of Sam’s neck tightening its grip. Sam doubled down, biting his tongue a little as he pulled away to produce more saliva before spitting on Bucky’s cock, beginning to jerk him off a little faster. Bucky groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head at the slick slide of Sam’s hand.
Sam leaned forward again, tonguing at the slit of Bucky’s cock, spreading his pre-come around before taking the head into his mouth and slowly, slowly inching down his length. Bucky’s abs flexed and his breath stuttered as Sam took him all the way to the back of his throat, not gagging or coughing even once.
“Fuck, Sam…that’s so fucking good, baby,” Bucky praised, voice low and sinful. Sam continued to bob his head up and down, his jaw aching a little as Bucky’s thick cock stretched his lips. He breathed in deeply through his nose, taking in the rich, heady, masculine scent of the man above him. Bucky was clearly fighting to keep his hips still, which Sam was grateful for, since he never liked rough oral.
That didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to make this blowjob absolutely filthy, though.
Sam got his hand involved, stroking the base of Bucky’s shaft where his mouth couldn’t comfortably reach. Drool leaked out of the corners of his mouth, but he didn’t stop to wipe it away. He just kept his steady pace, tracing the thick veins of Bucky’s cock all the way up to the throbbing head.
“You’re gonna make me cum, Sam, shit-” Bucky moaned, his cock twitching in Sam’s mouth. Sam looked up at him, his eyes molten with desire. “You want me to cum in your mouth? I can pull out, if you need me to…” Bucky said, his voice gentle despite his growing desperation. Sam shook his head, redoubling his efforts in lieu of a verbal response. Bucky chuckled breathlessly. “Ok, yeah, message received…”
Bucky came with a deep, guttural moan, his hips thrusting shallowly into Sam’s pliant mouth as he worked through the aftershocks. Once he was finished, Sam pulled away from him, caught between looking at Bucky’s wrecked, flushed face, or his cock, still rock hard somehow, slick and wet with saliva.
His decision was made for him when Bucky’s right hand gripped his jaw lightly, tipping his face upwards to look him in the eye. Sam smiled at him, still catching his breath. Bucky smiled back, clearly not faring much better. He ducked down to meet Sam’s lips in a sloppy kiss, all tongue and teeth, as he pushed Sam down onto the bed and got between his legs. Sam went willingly, failing to suppress a whine when Bucky pulled away.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, smiling when Sam nodded eagerly. “I can use a condom, if you want me to…” Sam shook his head, pulling Bucky down for another kiss, somehow even more desperate than the last one.
“No, I’m clean. And you can’t get sick, right?” Sam replied, to which Bucky nodded. Sam reached down in between their bodies, his hand curling around Bucky’s cock and stroking it roughly. “I wanna feel all of you,” he breathed into Bucky’s ear, kissing his neck as he continued to tease him. Bucky groaned, his head dropping to Sam’s shoulder, his cock twitching in Sam’s hand.
He sat up straight after a moment, fitting his large hands in the dip of Sam’s hips, taking a second just to look at him. Rather than squirming under his heated gaze, Sam let Bucky look, stretching himself out on the bed to give him the best view possible. Sam knew exactly how he looked; strong, toned arms stretched over his head, lips bitten and kiss-swollen, chest heaving, thick thighs framing Bucky’s body between them, abs guiding Bucky’s eyes right to his pussy, still wet and pulsing with need.
He looked like the very picture of indulgence. And Bucky looked hungry for him.
“You just gonna stare at me, or are you gonna do something?” Sam teased, squeezing his thighs around Bucky’s hips a little. Bucky chuckled, letting his hands wander, gliding across Sam’s sweat-dampened skin, seemingly content to just drive him crazy until he couldn’t take the anticipation anymore.
Luckily, Bucky was just as eager as Sam felt, grabbing a bottle of lube from Sam’s bedside drawer only a few moments later. Sam couldn’t take his eyes off of him as he slicked himself up, his heart pounding in anticipation for what that would feel like inside of him. Bucky was big, no doubt about it, but he wasn’t so big that Sam was worried for his safety. He was about the same size as Sam’s biggest dildo that he owned, which he used fairly frequently, so the nerves that he felt in his stomach were just because it was Bucky that was about to fuck him.
“You ready, sweetheart?” Bucky asked, crawling back over Sam and getting into position. Sam nodded, pulling Bucky down for a kiss. Bucky smiled against his mouth, rutting his cock against Sam’s cunt, the hot, slick slide pulling a broken moan from the back of Sam’s throat.
“Buck, c’mon…” Sam whined, unable to keep himself from grinding against him a little. Bucky grinned, taking pity on him as he slowly eased the head of his cock into him, his muscles tight in an effort to control himself.
Bucky took his time, checking in with Sam as he went. Once he finally bottomed out, Bucky couldn’t hold back the moan that had been working its way up his throat. Sam breathed deeply, getting used to the stretch, bringing his legs up until they were over Bucky’s shoulders. The change in position angled Bucky’s cock even deeper inside of him, and Sam threw his head back with a breathy gasp that faded into a drawn out moan.
“Fuck, Sam…God, you feel so fucking good,” Bucky groaned, his metal hand coming to rest on Sam’s thigh. “Am I good to start moving?” he asked gently. Sam nodded eagerly, pulling Bucky down for another hungry kiss.
“Oh, God, Bucky…you’re so fucking big, baby,” Sam panted, trying to control his breathing as Bucky’s thick cock stuffed him full. Bucky smirked against his mouth, then kissed him again, biting down on his lower lip before pulling back.
“Bigger than you were expecting?”
“Sh-shut up…”
“Oh, but I don’t think you want me to, do you?” Bucky teased, his voice low and rough in Sam’s ear. “I notice more things than you probably realize, Sam. And I’ve got a feeling that you like my voice, isn’t that right, darlin’?”
Sam rolled his eyes, resolutely ignoring the butterflies in his stomach and the warmth that came to his cheeks at hearing Bucky’s Brooklyn drawl.
Bucky noticed it, obviously.
“You do, don’t you?”
“I will kick you out of this bed, you asshole, don’t you start…”
“Aw, don’t be like that, sweetheart. I think it’s-”
Before Bucky could continue, Sam clenched his core around him tightly, stopping him mid thrust. Bucky grunted, shooting Sam a heated, but still fond glare. Sam smirked, cocking an eyebrow at him.
“Oh, so that’s how it is, huh?”
Sam bit his lip, shrugging. “You started it.”
Bucky chuckled, leaning back down to sink his teeth into the corded muscle at Sam’s shoulder as he continued to thrust into him, more roughly this time. Sam cried out, clinging onto Bucky’s shoulders tightly as he hung on for the ride.
The sound of their bodies coming together was loud and obscene in the small bedroom, and Sam was so, so grateful that they lived in a secluded house and not an apartment. That also meant that he could be as loud as he damn well pleased, which was nice, because with the way Bucky was fucking him, he would’ve had to bite down on something to muffle his moans.
“God, Sam, you sound so fucking hot, baby…wanna make you cum again, sweetheart, you gettin’ close?” Bucky asked, pulling back to look Sam in the eyes. Sam reached down between their bodies, rubbing his swollen t-dick furiously as Bucky fucked into him.
“Mhm, gettin’ there…fuck, Bucky, keep fucking me, just like that, God, that’s so good-” Sam’s voice had gotten all high and whiny, desperate as Bucky continued to plow into him, and he would’ve been embarrassed about it had he not felt Bucky’s cock throb inside of him whenever he made noise. Bucky’s mismatched hands grasped his skin firmly, fitting into the dips of his waist like they were meant to be there.
Sam’s fantasies paled in comparison to just how right this felt. Bucky was even better in bed than Sam could’ve imagined, fucking him exactly how he liked it, as if they had been lovers for years. Why they hadn’t done this sooner was going to eat at Sam for a while, but there was no use in dwelling on the past at the moment.
“Shit, Bucky, I - mmh - I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop, oh, fuck-” Sam moaned, his orgasm sending shockwaves rippling through his taut muscles as he shuddered and trembled through it. Bucky, attentive as ever, did just as Sam asked, continuing to fuck him until his muscles relaxed and his breathing slowed.
“‘M close, where d’you want me to cum, darlin’?” Bucky husked, his hips still snapping forward in little staccato bursts even as he started to slow down. Sam bit his lip, a million images running through his head until he settled on his favorite; his torso, abs still flexing with labored breath, absolutely covered in Bucky’s cum.
“Cum on me, Buck. Give it to me, fucking paint me with it,” Sam said, smirking when he saw the way Bucky’s eyes widened a little. Clearly not one to waste time, Bucky pulled out of Sam, keeping one hand on his thigh and the other on his dick, jerking himself off roughly over Sam’s body. He didn’t bother to try and bite back any of his noises; he grunted and moaned desperately as he chased his orgasm, fucking into his fist with the same urgency that he had fucked Sam.
Sam was a little overwhelmed with options on where to look, because every single part of Bucky was just perfect. The black metal hand furiously stripping his leaking, rock hard dick, his abs and arms flexing as he brought himself to the edge, his face drawn tight with pleasure, all of it made butterflies erupt in Sam’s stomach.
Bucky finally came with an almost feral sound, akin to a growl, and if Sam was being honest, that sound alone might’ve awakened something within him that he had no idea even existed prior to that night. And when Sam had told Bucky to “paint him with it”, he clearly took that to heart, covering Sam’s abs and chest with stripe after stripe of thick, hot cum.
Once he was spent, he sagged backwards onto his haunches, examining his work. Sam was still spread wide, thighs shaking, abs heaving, his skin glistening with sweat. His torso was sufficiently covered in Bucky’s spend, and if the way that Bucky’s cock quickly stood back to full attention said anything, he was into it.
“Jesus Christ, Bucky…that was…” Sam trailed off, still trying to catch his breath. Bucky tore his eyes away from Sam’s body, looking him in the eyes with a slightly dazed look on his face.
“Good?” Bucky finished with a smirk. Sam scoffed.
“Yeah, man, it was pretty fucking good. It was good for you, too, I can tell,” Sam teased, looking down at his own torso, bringing Bucky’s attention back to it. Bucky bit his lip as he stared, his cheeks pink, eyes wide and pupils blown black. Sam felt a little bit like a prey animal, like Bucky would pounce on him at any moment, but strangely, he didn’t mind it.
“You good, baby?” Bucky’s focus returned to Sam’s face, and he nodded quickly, rushing to his feet to grab a hand towel.
“Mhm, yeah. I’m good,” he said, turning to head to the bathroom, stopping when Sam grabbed his wrist and tugged him back towards him. “Sam?”
Bucky met his eyes again, clearly trying to keep himself under control if his labored breathing was any indication. Sam beckoned him closer, gesturing for him to return to his position between Sam’s legs, which he did with barely concealed enthusiasm.
“Didn’t you say you were gonna make me cum three times tonight?”
Bucky’s cock stood right the fuck up at that.
“Uh, yeah, but if you don’t-”
Sam spread his legs a little wider.
“C’mere.”
Bucky didn’t need to be told twice.
He practically lunged at Sam, shoving his tongue in his mouth like a man starved. He kissed him desperately, hungrily, his teeth catching on his swollen bottom lip. Sam panted into Bucky’s mouth, hand cupping his jaw, pulling Bucky even closer to him, giving just as much as he was taking.
“What d’you wanna do to me, hm?” Sam asked, his voice low and sultry as he pulled away from Bucky’s fervent kisses. Bucky didn’t hesitate.
“Sit on my face.”
Sam bit his lip and groaned, feeling his cunt pulse with wetness at Bucky’s words.
“Fuck, baby, absolutely…hand me a tissue, would ya’?” Sam replied, sitting up and reaching out towards the bedside table. Bucky grabbed a handful of tissues from the box that sat there and handed them to Sam, watching with obvious disappointment as he wiped his cum off of his torso. Sam chuckled at Bucky’s pouty face.
“Don’t worry, Buck, I’ll let you do it again,” Sam reassured teasingly. Bucky rolled his eyes, but not without a smile.
“Oh, shut up…” Bucky grumbled, embarrassed. Sam laughed, he couldn’t help it.
“You’re so cute.” Bucky went even pinker, his cheeks and nose rosy like he had been out in the cold. It only further proved Sam’s point.
Once Sam was clean, Bucky got himself situated at the top of the bed, his head propped up with a pillow, his hungry gaze never leaving Sam. The pure, unadulterated arousal that Sam saw in that look sent a shiver down his spine and straight to his core. Eager to feel Bucky’s tongue on him again, he quickly crawled up the bed and straddled Bucky’s face, his body facing down the bed towards the lower half of Bucky’s body.
Before he could even properly situate himself, Bucky wrapped his arms around Sam’s waist and dove in.
“Oh, God, Bucky…” Sam moaned, reaching back and grabbing a fistful of Bucky’s hair to keep him close. He didn’t really need to, though, since Bucky seemed perfectly happy staying exactly where he was. That sinful tongue went straight to work, licking at Sam’s folds and driving him up the wall with need. Bucky was avoiding his t-dick, and Sam had to assume it was on purpose just to rile him up even further.
Fine. Two could play at that game.
Sam let go of Bucky’s hair, straightening himself out so that he could reach down Bucky’s body and loosely grasp his dick, pumping it roughly. Bucky grunted underneath Sam, his grip on his thighs tightening.
“Sam, fuck…” he groaned, panting against Sam’s skin as he pulled away. He didn’t stop for long, though, getting right back to his task with a satisfied hum.
It had been years since Sam had been with someone who actually made him want to go multiple rounds, let alone someone who was even physically able to, but Bucky had always been an exception for him, so he should’ve known that having sex with him wouldn’t be any different. Still, Sam found himself wondering exactly how the hell Bucky had singlehandedly catapulted him back into his hoe phase from his early 20s at well over 40 years of age. He thought he had left that era of his life behind him, but now, as Bucky was giving him arguably the best head he’d ever received in his entire fucking life, he foresaw a lot of marathon sex with Bucky in his near future.
He wasn’t mad about it, though.
How could he be? He hadn’t been treated this well by a partner in years, if ever. And especially now, being Captain America and all, he couldn’t exactly go to a random bar and pick up a guy, so his options were somewhat limited.
It just so happened that the one guy who was his safest option was also the guy he was probably in love with. Go figure.
Bucky was relentless, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring Sam over the edge. Sam felt that familiar warmth in his core, and his whole body tingled, his muscles tensing as Bucky ate him out like a man starving.
Sam didn’t even have time to warn Bucky before he came, trembling like a leaf on top of him. He moaned hoarsely, his throat sore from all of the heavy breathing he had been doing, and once Bucky had worked him through his orgasm, Sam crumbled, like a puppet with its strings cut, flopping onto the bed with a grunt. Sam was utterly spent, his limbs sore and floppy, his chest heaving with labored breaths, his eyes fluttering closed as his heart rate began to slowly return to normal.
“Ngh, Buck…” Sam groaned as he felt Bucky move behind him, unable to see what he was doing since he was laying on his stomach, his face squished on the pillow. Bucky ran gentle hands up and down the backs of Sam’s tired thighs, shushing him.
“I know, I know, sweetheart. But you said I could mark you up again, right? You don’t have to do a damn thing, alright? Just lay there and look pretty for me, doll,” Bucky rumbled, the low growl of his voice sending a pulse of interest to Sam’s core, despite his exhaustion. Against his better judgement, Sam craned his neck to look back at Bucky, watching with heavy eyes as he stroked himself over Sam’s body, his face pinched in concentration. Sam smirked, arching his back just a little, only moving as much as his tired body would allow him. Bucky groaned, his hand picking up speed, his eyes dark.
“Fuck, Sam…so pretty, sweetheart, you’ve got no idea what you do to me…” he said, using his free hand to grip onto Sam’s waist, traveling down to get a handful of his ass, spreading his cheeks a little, just enough so that his cunt was visible. Sam probably looked an absolute mess right now; sweat covering every inch of his skin, slick dripping down his thighs from his multiple orgasms, muscles twitching as he relaxed into the bed. But Bucky clearly loved it, so Sam shifted back a little further, arching his back just enough to get Bucky’s breath to hitch in his throat, to pull out that animalistic growl that Sam loved so much.
Bucky cursed under his breath as he came, moaning low and guttural, his hand tightening on Sam’s ass. Ropes of thick, hot cum landed on Sam’s back and ass, with the final stripe of it coating his exposed cunt, and if he were a younger man, Sam would’ve fingered himself with it right then and there. But he could barely lift his arms at the moment, and he knew that he wasn’t ready for another round, regardless of how enticing the thought of Bucky fucking him with his cum as the lube was.
Oh, well. Next time.
His breathing ragged, Bucky flopped down onto the bed next to Sam, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, his cheeks bright pink with exertion. Sam smiled weakly at him, raising his head just the slightest bit so that he could kiss him gently.
“That was so good, Buck, Jesus…I’m gonna regret not doing that sooner for a while,” Sam said, watching in quiet admiration as Bucky’s eyes sparkled with amusement in the dim light of the bedroom. Bucky chuckled warmly.
“Yeah, so am I…” Bucky trailed off, avoiding Sam’s eyes. Sam furrowed his brow.
“You good?”
Bucky nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I just…” He took a deep breath, then locked eyes with Sam, his voice sincere. “I don’t want this to just be, y’know…a one time thing. I, uh, I really like you, Sam, in case that somehow wasn’t obvious,” he said, chuckling awkwardly. Sam beamed at him.
“You’re such a dork… I really like you, too. And, yeah, same on the…wanting more thing…” Sam muttered, interrupting himself with a yawn. Bucky smiled fondly, reaching out to gently hold the side of his jaw.
“You tired?” Sam nodded sleepily.
“Mhm…you wore me the fuck out, that’s for sure…” Bucky chuckled, dropping a sweet kiss on Sam’s cheek.
“Get some rest, sweetheart, you deserve it. I’ll clean you up in a bit.”
As Sam closed his eyes and began to drift off to sleep, he felt Bucky stir beside him, moving down the bed to sit behind his body. The last thing that Sam heard before falling into a deep slumber was the sound of a camera going off.
If Sam had been awake, he would’ve rolled his eyes. Absolutely shameless.
He’d ask Bucky to show the picture to him in the morning.