Only you
There’s a shitty motel bed beneath him, footsteps on the floor above him, a dog barking a couple doors down. A yellow lamp casts a warm glow in the room, occasionally flickering and there are warm hands on him.
There’s a stab wound in his side, but he’s not really concerned about it, Sam on the other hand, is. Fretting and worrying, his hands needing something to do so they apply pressure, they clean, even though it’s healing rapidly, his own skin stitching itself back together. The worry lines on Sam's face are something he hates and loves at the same time.
He doesn’t really know why his body feels like it’s floating, he’s not high on drugs or adrenaline, maybe high on Sam. Is that a thing? To be high from too much of someone? It would make sense, these days Bucky sticks to Sam like glue, using every excuse to come down to Lousiana, join on missions that don’t even require him.
Maybe it’s because it’s the first time he’s been touched in a while. Sam touches him a lot, he’s a very hands on person, everyone knows this and a part of Bucky might be jealous about the fact. The point is, Sam is always patting him, a hand on the back of his neck tugging him closer, a slap on his arm when he laughs too hard. But it’s never enough, it’s there for a second and then it’s gone.
This is different. Sam brushes his hair out of his face, occasionally patting his check, finger gliding over his stomach.
Bucky can’t help himself, his mind floats weirdly, he’s in a sort of daze that he usually wouldn’t mind, but he definitely minds now because Sam is so close to him and his hands are warm and Bucky is too hot.
He reaches out slowly, his hands settling on either side of Sam's face, he looks up in surprise and confusion. “Buck?”
Bucky's breathing is too loud, his eyes drifting across Sam's face before settling on his lips. He doesn’t know what takes over him when he pulls him closer, tilting his face and kissing him. It’s everything he’s dreamed of, maybe even better. It’s a few seconds but it feels like hours.
He pulls away and suddenly it’s like he’s finally come out of a dream. Sam is stunned, silent with wide eyes. His face flares up, he’s suddenly more alert, sitting up and not knowing how to even begin to explain himself.
“Sam— I— I totally thought you were someone else and—“
He stops when Sam's hands are on his face, eyes flirting before his own. “Bucky.” His heart thunders in his ear, his hands slightly trembling.
“Yea?”
“Shutup.” Maybe if Sam wasn't inches away from his face, maybe if his hands didn’t feel so nice against his face, Bucky would have shot a petty argument back.
Sam closes the gap between them, kissing him for the first time and Bucky gasps into the kiss. His heart feels like exploding. Sam pulls away, hooded eyes and a knowing grin.
“Now what was that about another person Hmm?” Sam Wilson has always been a little shit. “Oh shut it.” Sam laughs loudly, and Bucky flips them over causing him to yelp.
“Wha— hey! You’re injured!” Sam protests but Bucky ignores him in favor of getting another kiss.
It feels like everything he’s wanted and more.
Bucky is nodding off on the counter, it’s around 3 am and he’s waiting for Sam to make it back from a mission. No matter how much he protested, the man insisted he could do it himself, this may or may not have resulted in Bucky bitching the whole day.
The stairs creak and he doesn’t bother looking up to see who it is, he already knows it’s Sarah. She shakes her head when she sees him, a blanket and pillow in her hands.
“Cmon, no sleeping on my counter! Off to the couch we go.”
“Aww c'mon, Sarah I wasn’t even sleeping.” He protests verbally but he doesn’t try to fight back when she leads him to the living room, pushing him down on the couch and yeah this is way better.
“Hmm, whatever you say soldier.” She joins him, sharing the blanket even though Bucky doesn’t mind the cold that much.
“Also, I thought Sammy told you specifically not to wait up for him?” She raises an eyebrow and he plays dumb, “Well I’m not, have you ever entertained the thought that I couldn’t sleep?” He quips back and she laughs.
“You keep telling yourself that.. anyways, so how long have you and Sam been together, me and the girls down at Sally’s are betting and I would like to make an extra 50.” She says it nonchalantly and his head immediately swivels to her.
“W-what?!” See if it wasn't 3 am, maybe his surprised whisper would’ve been a shout but he really doesn’t want to wake Cass and AJ up.
It’s not as if Sam and him are keeping it a secret really, Bucky just doesn’t enjoy PDA.. and he always drops Sam's hand when Sarah walks into a room. Okay. So maybe he is keeping it a secret but what’s so bad about that? They get their own privacy and no one speculates, maybe it would be nice though, to lean into Sam's touch in the morning in the kitchen instead of away, too hyper aware of the others living at home.
“Don’t play dumb with me Bucky, cmon, spill it.” He sighs, flustered.
“Ugh, how did you even know?” He asks instead and she smiles, “You guys aren’t slick, it’s almost sickening the way you and my brother stare at each other,” she grimaces in disgust, “And you’re not very quiet either, seriously, you’re so lucky I own earplugs and that the boys room is farthest from you guys.”
“Ugh,” he groans in embarrassment covering his face, “Please stop talking.”
“Only if you tell me how long!”
“3 months…” he grumbles and she fist pumps. “Hell yeah! I knew it, you and Sam came back from that mission looking like you won the lottery.” She grins and he rolls his eyes with a smile.
“What did the other ladies bet?”
“Hmm let’s see, Janet bet 5 months, Aunt Jackie bet 8 months, and Clarise bet that you guys dated for 5 months, broke up and then got together but as friends with benefits.”
Bucky has never been this mortified in his life, he’s saved from responding when the door clicks open. His eyes scan his partner for any injuries and glad the only thing on him is dirt and soot.
His heart swells when he and Sam make eye contact.
“Wow guys, didn’t know we were throwing me a party.” He grins in his Captain America suit, depositing his gear on the floor and coming over to the couch, he gives Sarah a kiss on the head and she groans about how bad he smells. He ruffles Bucky's head and Sarah rolls her eyes, “I already know Dummy.”
Sam laughs not nearly as embarrassed as Bucky before drawing him into a kiss, and when Sam flick his head when pulling away, Bucky let’s out an annoyed hiss.
Things aren’t so bad after all.