Chapter 12
Sam woke up completely naked with a metal hand on his cock, and wow wasn't that a way to say good morning.
“Morning, Sam,” Bucky whispered into his ear, face tucked into his shoulder, body draped over Sam’s.
“Morning, Buck,” he moaned. “G-get off, I need to shower.” He futilely attempted to push Bucky off of him, but it was difficult since he was thrusting up into Bucky’s palm at the same time.
Bucky sighed loudly, but rolled off of Sam. He was beautiful, body relaxed, a little smile on his lips as he looked at Sam fondly. Sam knew he was grinning like a fool, but this was his favorite look on Bucky.
Reluctantly, Sam pulled himself out of their warm cocoon, and walked toward the bathroom. To his surprise, Bucky launched out of bed after him.
“If you're gonna get clean,” Bucky begun. “We may as well get a little dirty first.”
Sam grinned.
They made out while the shower heated up, and as soon as the water was the perfect temperature, they got in together. Bucky quickly dropped to his knees at Sam’s feet.
“My turn.” he said by way of explanation. Sam hit his head against the tiled shower wall as Bucky took him into his mouth, fisting a hand in his hair instinctively, which made Bucky go wild around him.
Bucky stared up at him, eyes wide. He seemed to be smirking even though his mouth was full, and that only made Sam that much hotter.
The water was pouring down, and Bucky was palming his own cock as he sucked Sam.
He shut his eyes.
*
They were in the honeymoon phase, undeniably. But interestingly enough, not much of their dynamic changed with their new relationship status.
Everything was just…more.
Bucky wanted to know everything about him. Things that he may have felt that he couldn't have asked before they were together.
He wanted to know about his family, more than the cute pictures of Jody that Sam always showed him. So Sam told him.
They're in bed, legs tangled together. Bucky lays on his side facing him, and Sam is on his back, looking up at the ceiling.
He tells him about his father getting shot in the street when he was young. They’d argued before, something petty - childish. But Sam never got to apologize, because his good Christian father decided to break up a fight in the neighborhood, and got murdered for his trouble.
Bucky laces their fingers together. His father died too, but before he was old enough to miss him, in the first world war. His Ma did more than her best by him and his sister.
“Your sister!” Sam gasped. “Is she -?”
“No.” Bucky sighed. “She’s dead. A few years ago. I wish…I wish I could've seen her again.”
Sam squeezes his hand tighter. “I’m sorry, Buck.”
“Don’t be.” He closes his eyes. “We weren't very close. That much I can remember. I never let her play with me and Steve, she was too young and she was a girl. She cried though, when I went off to war. And that’s the last time I saw her.”
“She loved you.”
Bucky laughs and it’s a dark thing, one that doesn’t belong in their sun streaked bedroom. “She loved Bucky.”
Sam stayed quiet for a beat, the way he always did when Bucky began to disassociate. It happened less and less, or at least Sam wasn’t able to pick up on it as often. “Are you, Bucky?” he asked eventually.
He nodded, meeting Sam’s eyes again. ”Yeah. I’m Bucky.”
Sam pulled Bucky closer to his body, melding them close enough together that they could be mistaken for one being. Bucky sighed happily. It was their favorite way to be.
“Becca would’ve loved you. She does. This Bucky and that Bucky, and all the Bucky’s the worlds ever known.”
“How do you know?” Bucky asked, going for sharp. It came out more broken.
“Because I love you. This Bucky.” Sam said simply.
That brought a smile to Bucky’s lips, a small one. “Sam knows best?”
Sam smiled back. “You got it.”
*
“Do you know anything about clothes?” Bucky asked one day, completely out of the blue.
“Yeah,” Sam panted, “I know about the ones you just tore off of me.”
Bucky snorted, laying back on the sofa with him. “Seriously.”
“I walked in the door like 5 seconds ago, and then I let you fuck me. Now I have to answer random questions, too?” he snarked, but it was all in jest.
Bucky caught up to his game quickly enough. “Oh, darlin’ did I forget to ask you about your day? Did I tell ya how much I missed you?” he smirked. “I thought that was implied when I put my fingers up your ass.”
The sight of those shiny digits made Sam shiver. But he couldn't get hard again, not right now, since Bucky would undoubtably drag him(very willingly) into another round before the days end.
Bucky liked sex. A lot. He’d never dated anyone this horny in his life. Even better, he liked giving pleasure just as much as he did getting, though Bucky joked that was all because of Sam, not because he was a nice guy.
Sam was sure the serum, however fucked the version HYDRA gave him, was most of the reason. Bucky claimed it was seventy years of pent up hormones, but Sam thinks he just doesn't want to bring HYDRA into the bedroom.
Not that Sam was complaining. He hadn't had this many regular orgasms since…well, since ever. Bucky liked it all. But interestingly enough, he didn't seem inclined to bottom.
He hadn't had many lasting relationships with other men, but in the couple he did have, Sam nearly always topped. He didn't mind bottoming, he'd do it for the rest of their lives if Bucky was so inclined. He didn't just put his back into it, or his hips. Bucky put his heart, his goddamn soul into every thrust.
But Bucky hadn't brought up bottoming, and Sam wondered if he was…scared? Or was this some sort of left over stigma - that only girls take it? Sam doubted it was a masculinity issue. Not with those lovely tresses. Sam smirked to himself.
He wouldn't ask, but Sam would wonder.
“My day was great Buck,” he said eventually. “And I missed you too. Oh, and the fingers? Quite honestly, the best part of the day.”
Bucky smiled lewdly. “I’m glad. Good part of mine too.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Just good?”
“Taking you in the shower this morning was pretty good too.”
Sam huffed out a laugh, remembering. “Yeah that was pretty great until you brought the shower rod down on us.”
He laughed. “Sam,” he whined. “I needed leverage!”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Well, no more shower sex until you fix it.”
Bucky pouted. “I’ll work on it tomorrow.”
“You do that.” Sam chuckled. “Now what were you asking me? And put your clothes on, my mom sits on this sofa.”
He rolled his eyes but shucked on his pants, apparently going commando. “Clothes. Do you know anything about fashion?”
“Finally gonna pursue that modeling career? It’ll be good for you to have a job.” Sam joked.
“I do have a job, Sammy. I’m an assassin.” He gave Sam his sugariest smile.
“Aren’t you retired?” He resisted the urge to sock him for the nickname.
“Nope,” said Bucky, popping the ‘p’. “Just on leave.”
“Oh,” Sam replied. This was the first he’d heard. “So you want in again?”
“Don’t you?” Bucky shot back, fire in his eyes. To be honest, this was another of Sam’s favorite looks on him. “I see the look on your face when you’re talking to Steve. You want back in.”
Sam averts his eyes. “Maybe.” he admits.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, Sam.” Bucky says. Right? he asks with his eyes.
“Nothing wrong at all.” Sam agrees.
“I just want to do my part,” Bucky says, gripping the arm of the sofa. “I’ve hurt a lot of people - more than I can remember. I’ve gotta do something.”
He grabs Bucky’s metal hand, absently rubbing the spot in between finger and thumb. “You’re a good man, Buck. But the truth is, you don't have to do anything, if you don’t want to.”
Bucky smiled softly at Sam, leaning in to rest against his side. “‘I’m not. But you’re teaching me to be.”
Sam kissed his forehead. “I’m serious. If you want, we can just hang out here for awhile and like, I don’t know, bake cupcakes.”
He snorted. “But I’ll get fat. Will you love me if I’m fat, Sam?”
“I doubt it. And I’ll love you if you’re green,” Sam said truthfully.
Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Even so?”
Sam pressed a kiss to his parted lips. “Even so.”
*
As it turns out, Bucky’s question about fashion was literally about clothes.
He’d been thin when he'd first appeared on Sam’s doorstep. Too thin. And now? Regular meals and snacks, coupled with the almost violent amount of exercise he did in the yard while Sam was at work had made Bucky a healthy guy.
He looked good.
And all of his clothes(Sam’s clothes) were way too tight on him.
Sam hadn't noticed before, and now that he had? He couldn't stop noticing.
Interestingly enough, Bucky hadn’t.
According to him, he needed new clothes to look good for their first real date. When Sam was home, they'd mostly been having sex, eating, and laying around.
He was appropriately charmed, and took Bucky to the mall, hoping that the crowds wouldn't be too much for him.
Sam had sent him a few mens fashion articles while on his lunch break at work earlier that week, mostly in jest. But to his surprise(and horror) Bucky had taken them seriously and was going on and on about finding his personal style; arms full of overpriced designer clothing.
Bucky had actually screamed in the Nike store an hour or so ago, when his new sneakers rung up. However, he'd seemed to have forgotten about that ‘traumatic experience’ because the mountain off stuff he was carrying would probably add up somewhere in the thousands.
Thank goodness for HYDRA and their offshore accounts.
He too picked up a couple things here and there, and smiled wildly at Bucky’s choices. But all he could do was stare at Bucky’s ass and wonder how the fuck it fit in Sam’s jeans. He was all but bursting out of that damned red henley that Sam was going to fuck him in one day.
But the new clothes weren't so bad either.
The black skinny jeans were somehow tighter, but in a more flattering way. A very flattering way. Bucky’s simple button down had quite a few open buttons, and a glint of metal around his throat shone in the light.
“What do you think?” Bucky asked, keeping his voice lower than necessary in the empty dressing room. His smirk told Sam that he knew exactly how he looked.
“I wanna fuck you.” Sam blurted out, before he could censor himself.
Bucky’s eyes widened. “You do? Let’s go home. Like now.”
Sam laughed, relived. “Of course I do. I’ve wanted to for ages now.”
“Then why didn't you?” Bucky asked, choosing his items quicker now.
“You didn't ask.” Sam said, now aware of how silly that sounds.
“Neither did you.” Bucky points out.
He rolled his eyes. “Pay for your shit so I can take you home and ravish you.”
Bucky shivered.
*
A couple hours later, and he still was.
Bucky’s body was spread out beneath him, looking absolutely delicious. He wanted to taste every inch of him. So he did.
He shouted, almost full volume when Sam licked over his hole, so he took that as a good sign, adding a finger. Sam didn't stop until it sounded like Bucky was about to cry, an inch away from coming.
“Sam,” Bucky gasped. “Come on, come on get in me. Sammy I need to come, please.” he begged body tense on the bed, but still arching into Sam’s touch.
Sam smiled at Bucky, though he knew Bucky couldn't see his face from his vantage point in between his legs. He pressed a kiss to Bucky’s pale inner thigh. “Then come, baby.”
Bucky cried out, fisting a hand into the sheets, body lurching into the air. But he didn't come. “No. No - need you in me first,” he begged.
Sam moaned aloud, spurred into action. They kissed dirtily, like Bucky was licking his taste from Sam’s mouth.
Bucky slicked him up, and it wasn't long before he was pushing into him, loosely gripping Bucky’s hands above his head.
Bucky was virgin tight. And with the serum? Sam hoped he wouldn't go off before Bucky did.
Luckily, that didn't seem like it was going to be a problem.
His mouth was open in a silent gasp, his limbs twisted around Sam, pulling him in even closer. “Sam, move. Please,” he asked quietly.
Bucky pulled his hands easily out of Sam’s hold, and began running them up and down Sam’s sides, making him shiver. He held onto the headboard instead, lazily thrusting into his gorgeous boyfriend. Sam wasn't sure where to look.
At Bucky’s almost rapturous facial expression, or his chest almost heaving with the effort not to come. Or, he could look where their bodies were joined.
Luckily, Bucky seemed to be having the same dilemma. He was gasping and crying out almost continuously, seemingly unable to string together his usual shit talk. Every thrust against his prostrate sent him into a new frenzy, pushing him closer and closer to orgasm.
Bucky reached up, and before Sam could react, Bucky had flipped them over. The display of strength sent sparks down his spine, as did the new position. Bucky must’ve liked it too, because on the first downward stroke he came, nearly screaming.
He was beautiful, head thrown back, whimpers escaping his lips as he came down. Sam attempted to pull him off, not wanting him to become overstimulated, but Bucky shot that down quickly.
“What are you doing?” he almost growled, grinding down territorially on Sam’s cock.
His eyes rolled back in his head, because Bucky’s body was even tighter after coming. “You came,” he panted.
Bucky shrugged. “You didn’t. I’ll come again, don't you worry your pretty head about it.” He leaned in and mouthed at Sam’s collarbone.
“Fuck.”
Bucky began riding him at a punishing pace, flesh hand on the headboard, metal hand palming himself. He looked directly into Sam’s eyes as he bounced up and down on him, looking equally naughty and fucked out.
Once he began to tire, his thighs shaking with the effort of holding himself together, Sam gently flipped him onto his back, pulling Bucky’s legs over his shoulders. Bucky moaned loudly, and Sam grinned. He had tricks too.
“Buck. Do you wanna come with me?” he asked in his ear.
He gasped. “Yes, Sam please please - “
Sam silenced his shout with a kiss, but left his lips quick enough to see him come undone.
Sometime later, Bucky still held Sam hostage inside of him. He didn't really mind. Sam kissed all over Bucky’s face as he came back to himself.
“Maybe we should go get cleaned up?” he asked gently, pressing one last kiss to his nose.
Bucky laughed, and Sam felt a fresh wave of warmth overtake him.
“Do we have to?” Bucky whined, cuddling their sweaty bodies closer together.
He rolled his eyes. “Fine. But don’t get mad at me when your all gross.”
Bucky pulled him into a sweet kiss, both of them smiling into it. “I don’t care. I love you, Sam. And thanks.”
“For?” he asked.
“Fucking me into the afterlife.” he laughed into Sam’s shoulder.
Sam rolled his eyes. “It was a burden, really,” he said, finally rolling off of Bucky even though he didn’t seem inclined to let him.
“By the way, I like your new clothes,” Sam said, pulling Bucky closer. Apparently, he was the big spoon tonight. “But I think you should still wear mine sometimes.”
Bucky grinned.
*
It took them a couple days, but eventually, they finally made it out of the house and on their first real date. It was simple, because that’s all they wanted. They didn't need anything except each others company.
Bucky was almost certain that his stomach could handle it now, so Sam took his boyfriend out for ice cream. They walked, because the fresh air was just that nice, and held hands all the while. After, they were going to go look at the stars.
Sam kept sneaking glances at Bucky, not noticing that he was doing the same. It was absolutely
surreal that this was his life now.
At the ice cream shop, he convinced Bucky to stick to a small vanilla, since it was full sugar, and Bucky complied, though the little shit smiled at the girl behind the counter and got her to put the small in a large cup so he could fill it with toppings.
“You’re a menace,” Sam said when he looked into Bucky’s cup. He himself chose mint chocolate chip, which wasn't any better, but Jesus did Bucky’s cup look like a rainbow.
They sat down at a booth across from one another, and Bucky began to tuck in to his pile of sugar.
“You’re totally not allowed to smile at other people like that. Frankly, it’s distracting.”
Bucky smirked. “To you?”
“To everyone,” Sam took another bite, and fed a bite to Bucky who was making grabby hands at his cup.
He licked ice cream off of Sam’s spoon lewdly, and Sam had to resist the urge to moan.
“What are you gonna do about it?” Bucky asked, nodding in approval at Sam’s choice in flavor.
“Hmm.” Sam pretended to contemplate it for a moment, before looking down at his ice cream. “I might just decide that I’m not in the mood when we get home.”
Bucky froze. “You wouldn’t,” he almost growled.
Sam laughed, getting the reaction from him that he wanted. They hadn't had sex yet today, and Bucky had been clearly…agitated since Sam had gotten home from work. He hadn't wanted to miss their date though, and they both knew that if they'd attempted to get a quickie in, it would've quickly become round two and then they would never get out of the house.
“Watch me, Buck.”
The grinned dopily at each other, both knowing that Sam was only teasing.
They were getting ready to leave, when a little girl jumped out of her chair, making it clatter loudly as it fell to the floor.
“That’s Captain America!” the little girl gasped, causing every head in the room to turn toward the TV.
Bucky and Sam froze, instinctively clasping hands.
Captain America dead? was in bold letters across the bottom of CNN’s channel. And on the screen, was a video of Steve in uniform going down, looped again and again, and again.
“Steve.” Bucky whispered brokenly, a shout in the silent store.
Steve.