Avengers One-Shot Request! (Closed Indefinitely)

Sam Wilson was an easygoing young man. He had his whole life ahead of him to do justice for the world, and in turn, see it for himself. But one thing he would never forget was the rivalry that Steve Rogers and Tony Stark had over meager, little him.

They were both obsessed with Sam, romantically and sexually. Steve would go to great lengths to always be there for Sam, whether that was if he needed a quick coffee, or a sensual back massage to relieve tension after an especially tough mission.

Tony, on the other hand, was all about making Sam the fanciest cat on the block. Tony made sure he always had the most in, trendy styles from expensive designers across the globe. And Sam would always have the most expensive dinners, and most expensive gear, etc.

Overall, the two both made sure Sam was well taken care of. But Sam never made anything official. If anything, he kind of liked the attention. But the bickering got to be annoying. When Tony and Steve were in the same room, it was like babies fighting over a toy.

“Oh, here let me get that for you,” Steve would say, getting something that Sam had dropped.

Only then for Tony to quickly pick it up with some advanced technology. When the men got like this, Sam would sigh and simply leave the room, which Tony and Steve would be too busy fighting to notice that he had gone.

Of course, when Sam had one of them to himself, it was magical. Steve was all physical contact and smooth, light touching. He would make Sam feel ways he never felt before, at the dinner table and the bedroom. It was always a surprise with him, Sam never knew if he was getting a candlelight dinner and passionate lovemaking, or breakfast in bed and light kissing. But whatever the situation, Sam always knew Steve had his best interest at heart. He was a ladies man, a gentleman.

Tony was a different story. While sorting through his pride and ego, tightly squeezed in those cracks was Sam. The way Tony worked was a mystery to many, but to Sam it was clear as day. He just wanted to the best, which also meant, he had a lot of internal problems. Sex with him was rough and quick, yet satisfying nonetheless. But it was that whole aspect there that craved with Tony, he wanted Tony to open up to him more. But to Tony, that was like asking someone to strap a bomb to his chest and press the trigger.

So when it came down to Sam ultimately having to pick one of them, he was lost.

“I can’t.” Sam said, looking at the two men.

Steve stepped forward, “Please, Sam. We need you to pick one of us, its too much…its too much for me. I love you, Sam.”

“Come on, you know you want me! I mean, what does Captain Bozo over here even do for you?” Tony said mockingly.

“Plenty more than you. He is kind, confident, and willing to open himself up to me, which I’ve been waiting for you to do. But, I’m done waiting, Tony. I can’t keep doing this to myself, to Steve. I do, I have to pick one of you. And I pick Steve.”

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Things around the tower had become thick with melancholy madness. Steve and Sam had tried their best to ignore the solemn air the hung around the lab of the tower. But it was hard to when it was overflowing with pizza boxes and every alcohol known to man. Scotch, bourbon, gin, and rum. At this rate, Tony would have run the world dry. But his shortcomings were of his own, and if he wanted to get out of the hole he was in, he would have to stop digging.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” Steve said, throwing his jacket over his shoulder, “We could go to my flat?”

“Sure, I’d like that.” Sam walked with him to the elevator.

It wasn’t long before they were at the front steps of Steve’s apartment. It was just down the street from the tower for emergency purposes. Being the busiest street in all of New York City, the apartment was silent, made so by sound proof walls to protect the heroes identities. The apartment was small, but quaint, perfect for the large, quiet man. Sam always enjoyed his time at Steve's apartment, as it was always full of warmth and kindness. It was a dreamland for Sam, and as he grew up with close to nothing, he appreciated everything he had with Steve. Especially the cooking.

"You up for a back massage?" Sam smiles as he asked Steve, whom was hanging up his jacket on the hook by the door.

"Of course, honey," Steve guided Sam over to the futon, laying him down flat and grabbing the various oils neatly stored under it.

Steve rolled up his sleeves, pouring a small amount of the oil onto his hands, warming it up before placing his hands on the mans now bare back. He glided his hands smoothly over the dark surface, kneading ridges into the rolls of Sam's toned back, and neatly undoing the knots in and around his neck and upper back. Sam groaned as Steve rolled out a particularly tough knot. This was heaven for Sam, he worked harder than all of the Avengers, putting an unbearable amount of stress on him and on Steve who tried his best to follow suit. But, regrettably, the Avengers had been lazy lately, going off on expensive vacations with Tony's benefit cards. It was a nightmare for Sam having to see the people he could have saved die.

"I think you're too hard on yourself," Steve sensed the discomfort in the tensing of his shoulders.

"I think you should go a little lower. Yeah, and to the right. Ah, yeah right there."

Steve chuckled, now just rubbing his boyfriends back as he smiled at the man.

"Okay, okay. You can stop, I'll get up." Sam said, slowly pulling off the couch, wiping off the oil with his discarded shirt, "Get me one of your shirts, would you?"

"Of course," Steve took the shirt from him and tossed it in the small cabinet that held his washer and dryer. He walked down the hall, turning into his bedroom, just like he'd left it. Perfect as usual.

Steve grabbed a shirt from his closet, ironed with no wrinkles anywhere, and walked back down the hall, handing it to his lover who thanked him in return.

"I'm a bit hungry. Do you want anything in particular?" Steve asked, walking into the small, yet warm kitchen, rich with the smell of past spices and herbs.

"I could go for some food. How about your signature lemon-pepper chicken?" Sam said, joining the man in the kitchen despite its small size.

Sam kissed the man, and he went to work, preparing their meal and putting it in the oven. It wasn't long before the meal was over that the couple found themselves in bed, cuddling closely together with full bellies and happy faces. But as they settled in their comfort, Sam got a particularly dirty thought, promptly sending heat down to his cock.

"Hey...Steve?" Sam said lustfully, running his hand up and down Steve's chest.

Steve got the idea and kissed the man, cupping his face in his hands as their lips met and danced together. His lips were soft on Sam's as they glided together perfectly, Steve's hand travelling down his face and to his belt buckle. Sam unbuckled the belt, pulling it off and shuffling out of his pants. Sam was now just in a shirt and underwear, Steve had discarded his shirt and was now just in jeans. Steve didn't bother with his jeans as he went down to Sam, slowly pulling off his tight boxers as his now heavy cock sprung up and hit Steve in the face.

The couple chuckled, and Sam apologized, "Sorry, he's excited."

Steve chuckled and held Sam's dick in his hand, feeling the weight of it glide against his fingers as he pulled up and down on the warm rod. Sam was a nice five to six inches, and had thick veins pulsing from the top of his shaft to the tip of his dick. Steve was a switch, so occasionally, when they had penetrative sex, Steve got to enjoy the nice ridges inside of him. But now was about Sam. And, oh boy, was he enjoying Steve's thick tongue licking the tip of his cock.

Sam groaned as Steve slightly put the tip in his mouth, sucking and licking lightly there. Sam's eyes shut tightly as he went lower and lower, effectively putting all of Sam in his mouth. Steve gagged lightly and pulled up, only to come back down twice as fast. Sam intertwined his fingers in Steve's hair as his head bobbed up and down on his dripping cock. He felt Steve's hot tongue drag against the bottom of his shaft as he went up his cock, popping off and going right back, bobbing his head up and down the tip of his dick. Sam groaned thrusting slightly as he felt heat rush to his cock, pleasure and warmth rushing to his dick as his orgasm came on.

"Steve, ah- Steve, I'm gonna ah- cum~" Sam said groaning and thrusting his hips in time with Steve's motions.

Steve moaned, sending chills up Sam's spine as he shot his hot white load in his mouth, sputtering and flicking. Steve pulled off of him, swallowing the salty load and smiling at the man, promptly kissing him and pushing him back on the bed, nuzzling up against the sweaty man. They intertwined their bodies and once again brought that warmth to each other, trying to get as close as they could together.

"I love you," Sam said groggily, wiping his mouth where he was drooling.

Steve chuckled, "I love you, too."

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I hope you enjoyed! I'm so sorry it was so late, but as I said in my A/N I am really bogged down with midterms right now. However, after midterms, I should return to my regular schedule! Thank you for reading, and don't forget to leave kudos! :) <3