“I’m telling you, Sam, you shouldn’t have said you could out drink me. It’s basically impossible since my body burns through the alcohol,” Bucky said as he dragged a stumbling Sam through the hallway.
“I’m fin…fin…fine,” Sam mumbled with a smile.
“Yeah, sure you are,” Bucky said sarcastically.
Bucky unlocked his apartment door and dragged Sam inside. He pushed him onto the couch and closed the door.
“Wow, you’re strong. Like super strong. Like super soldier strong,” Sam whispered. “Shhh. I won’t tell anyone though.”
“I appreciate that,” Bucky said sarcastically before he went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass to fill with water.
“This apartments so boring. Ever heard of adding color?” Sam slurred as Bucky came back into the room.
“I have, but I won’t,” Bucky said. “There’s no reason to add color. Now drink.”
Sam shook his head before Bucky grabbed his arm. He forced Sam to take a sip of the glass before he put it on the side table.
“Add a flag or something,” Sam said with a smile. “Amazon has some cool pride flags. Those have color in them.”
“What the fuck is a pride flag?” Bucky asked.
“It’s if you’re apart of the LGBT community. If you’re not apart of it you don’t deserve a flag, just saying,” Sam slurred. “I mean, there is a straight ally flag but straights don’t deserve a flag, even if they’re being supportive. You don’t deserve a flag for being a decent human being. Just saying.”
“LGBT is like gay, lesbian, whatever, right?” Bucky asked.
“Yes, sir,” Sam slurred as he saluted Bucky. “It stands for lesbian, gay, bisexual, trans.”
“Most people were in the closet back in my day,” Bucky said.
“You’re old,” Sam mumbled.
“Shut up,” Bucky said before forcing Sam to take another sip of the glass of water. “Drink.”
“My head hurts,” Sam said tiredly as he handed the glass back to Bucky.
“That’s what you get for trying to out drink me,” Bucky said dryly. “You challenged me and now you have to suffer the consequences of your own actions.”
“My life hurts,” Sam slurred.
“Same,” Bucky said flatly as he nodded.
“What’s your favorite color?” Sam asked with a smile as he grabbed Bucky’s hands.
“Black,” Bucky said. “You?”
“I like a lot of colors, man. I can’t choose. That’s just cruel,” Sam whined. “Favorite food?”
“Anything from nowadays because nothings bland anymore,” Bucky said.
“I like pizza,” Sam said with a smile, Bucky snickering. “I really do like pizza.”
“I do too, Sam,” Bucky said with a smile.
“We should order a pizza sometime,” Sam slurred. “I have another question!”
“Go for it,” Bucky said before he rubbed his eyes.
“If you were LGBT, what would you be?” Sam asked tiredly.
Bucky froze as the breath of air got caught in his throat. He stared for a second as he finally finished breathing.
“I’d be bisexual,” Bucky said quietly.
“Hey, me too,” Sam said with a smile. “We should be bisexual together!”
“Jesus Christ, you’re so drunk,” Bucky said to himself.
“I don’t know when it happened but it’s like a switch went off and boom, I was bi. Sarah knows, mostly because I can’t hide anything from her,” Sam slurred. “But you, you’re bisexual and I’m bisexual and now we’re both bisexual. This is so cool. At least we have women to fall back on because this world is so homophobic. It really is. This world sucks for anyone who’s not straight, or white, or even a man. Like why does sexism and racism and homophobia exist? It’s not the 1800s anymore, chill out.”
Bucky nodded in response.
“Anyway, not the point. The point is, you’re bi. And I’m bi. And we’re both bi. So let’s date,” Sam said before leaning against the back of the couch. “Wow this couch is comfy. I’m glad I picked it out.”
“Sam,” Bucky said quietly. “You’re drunk, okay? We can talk about this when you’re not drunk off your ass. You need to be thinking straight.”
“I’m not straight so why would I think straight?” Sam slurred.
“Steve help me,” Bucky said to himself as he looked at the ceiling.
“You seem fun,” Sam said before reaching out to grab Bucky’s shirt. “Woah, your shirts so soft.”
Sam continued to rub his hands against Bucky’s chest. Bucky awkwardly stared before glaring at Sam.
“Listen, I’m single and you’re single so let’s just date. Being single sucks,” Sam said tiredly.
“No, you’re not thinking clearly,” Bucky said.
“Do you not like me?” Sam asked, his eyes watering slightly.
“I like you, Sam, I do. But I don’t want you to wake up in the morning and not remember this and us all of a sudden being together. So, bed, now,” Bucky said.
“You’re so bossy,” Sam mumbled as he got dragged off the couch and towards Sam’s bedroom. “How many languages do you speak?”
“A lot,” Bucky said.
“Define a lot,” Sam said with a smile.
“English. Sarcasm. German. Russian. Xhosa. Japanese. Italian,” Bucky listed before he pushed Sam onto the bed. “Now go to bed.”
“I bet you’ve always wanted to do that to me,” Sam said, referring to being pushed on the bed.
“You’re lucky I’m not punching you repeatedly,” Bucky said with a glare. “Go to sleep.”
“But I don’t want to,” Sam whined before blinking his eyes. “The rooms spinning. Is that supposed to happen?”
“Yes, because you’re drunk,” Bucky said.
Sam stood up before getting pushed back on the bed. He climbed off the bed again, which prompted Bucky to groan in annoyance.
“We’re gonna play a game,” Bucky said.
“Oh, I love games,” Sam said with a smile.
“Great,” Bucky said before he pushed Sam back on the bed. “Stay still until I come back.”
Sam nodded. Bucky left the room as Sam stared at the ceiling.
“The ceiling is blurry,” Sam said to himself quietly before Bucky came back into the room. “You’re back! Yay. I missed you.”
“Stay,” Bucky said as he climbed on top of Sam. “Give me your wrist.”
“Whatever you say,” Sam said with a smile before he got handcuffed to the headboard. “Why are you handcuffing me? Is this some sort of foreplay?”
“Yeah, you stay handcuffed until you pass out,” Bucky said with a glare.
“You’re blurry,” Sam mumbled.
“And you’re drunk,” Bucky said. “Go to sleep.”
“Yes, sir,” Sam said before he passed out.
“Finally,” Bucky said to himself.
——
Sam mumbled something as he woke up. He immediately felt his head pounding like it was gonna explode. Sam turned and looked around the blurry room he was in. His room. He was in his room at Bucky’s apartment.
Sam sat up and immediately felt dizzy. He grabbed the garbage can next to the bed and threw up before he coughed.
“I’m never drinking, ever again,” Sam said to himself.
Sam went to get up to stumble into the bathroom but stopped. He noticed his hand was stretched out towards the headboard. Sam froze.
“Why am I handcuffed?” Sam asked anxiously as he tugged at the restraints.
Sam forced himself to take a breath and to calm down. He certainly didn’t want to throw up again, and if he kept panicking he’d probably throw up from how nauseous he was. Sam took a few breaths before Bucky came into the room.
“Bucky? Why am I handcuffed?” Sam asked.
“Because someone got drunk off his ass and was being a pain in the ass,” Bucky said with a glare.
“So you handcuff me to the bed?” Sam asked.
“Would you rather me have handcuffed you somewhere else?” Bucky asked. “You kept on wanting to leave so I just got tired of it and handcuffed you to the bed.”
“Can you uncuff me now?” Sam asked.
Bucky nodded and made his way over to Sam. He unlocked the cuffs, causing Sam to rub his wrist.
“You better now?” Bucky asked.
“I’m gonna go throw up again,” Sam said before he quickly left the room.
——
“I can’t remember a thing,” Sam said as he leaned against the wall in the bathroom.
“Be glad,” Bucky said as he handed Sam a glass of water.
“Thank you,” Sam said, Bucky nodding.
Sam took a sip of water before sighing.
“What did happen, last night?” Sam asked.
“You got drunk and wouldn’t sit still,” Bucky said. “I’m surprised you didn’t try to jump out the window thinking you were flying.”
Sam smiled.
“Anything else happen?” Sam asked tiredly.
“Nope. Nothing,” Bucky said, almost too quickly.
“What’s wrong? What did I do?” Sam asked. “Please tell me.”
“You came out to me,” Bucky said hesitantly, Sam groaning in annoyance and curling into a ball. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.”
“I’m sorry,” Sam mumbled.
“For what? You can’t change that part of you, Sam,” Bucky said seriously. “Hey, look at me, stupid.”
Sam looked up at Bucky with a pair of tired eyes.
“It’s okay, Sam, trust me. I’m completely fine with you being bi,” Bucky said. “I don’t have a problem with it. Hell, I couldn’t care less to be honest. It doesn’t make me look at you any differently.”
Sam nodded. He leaned against the wall.
“I grew up in a good neighborhood, trust me on that. But…growing up bi and black…” Sam said quietly. “It was hard at times.”
“Coming from a guy who grew up bisexual in the 30s, I get it,” Bucky said.
Sam froze and looked at Bucky, who nodded.
“Some coming out,” Sam joked, Bucky smiling slightly.
“Yeah,” Bucky said quietly. “You also flirted with me by the way.”
“Oh god, please stop talking now,” Sam whined as he covered his ears, Bucky laughing at him.