Chapter 7
Bucky wrapped his arms around Sam from behind before the man could put his shirt on. They were a month and a half into their relationship, and so far they had gotten alot more comfortable with eachother. "Were not telling anyone for now?" He asked softly. He didnt even know if Sam was out to anyone other than Sam, and Bucky certainly wasnt out to anyone but them.
"I erm.. If they find out, they find out. I'm kind of sick of hiding whenever we're in public, Buck.." Sam trailed off, revealing how indifferent he was about it. If anybody saw them, then so be it. He just wanted to be with the man he loved and not feel afraid of being seen.
"Okay.." He whispered, kissing the spot inbetween Sams neck and shoulder. "Dont hide it but dont be obnoxious?" He asked, a faint smile adorning his face as he moved his thumb back and forth against Sams bare side.
Sam smiled surely and nodded before giving Bucky's lips a quick kiss. "Sounds like a plan to me." He replied, his tone loving and sweet. Every day Sam still couldn't believe that Bucky returned his feelings, every day it felt like Sam was waking up in some blissful dream. But he knew it was all reality, which warmed his heart even more.
Bucky hummed at the small kiss, pouting when it ended. "Nooo come backkk" He whined, puckering his lips.
"You're so greedy, y'know that?" Sam joked lovingly, leaning forward so their lips were a mere inch apart. "Magic words?" He teased.
"Youre a dick." He laughed. "Hm..." He hummed, sliding a hand up to the backnof Sams neck. "Please?" He whispered
Shivers crawled up Sam's unclothed back. He mentally decided to blame it on the draft in the room and not his and Bucky's close proximity. He didn't respond and instead pressed his lips against Bucky's in an accidentally heated kiss.
Bucky hummed in pleasent surprise at the force and sloppiness of the kiss, his metal hand coming up to cradle Sams back, pull him closer to their chests were flush. His tongue traced over Sams lips, his body filling with shivers and sparks. He loved this, the deep kiss was addictive and it made him hungry for more . More of this, more of Sam . Everything in his mind was just Sam, Sam, Sam .
Sam could feel his skin become searing hot, despite the cool metal of Bucky's hand against the small of his back. Sam trusted Bucky wholeheartedly and closed his eyes as he parted his lips. He knew the man was capable of more than just a few ways to kill or drastically injure him. But, he also knew that Bucky was quite possibly the gentlest person he'd ever come to know.
Bucky made the fainted noise, similar if not a small moan, as their tongues danced together. He turned so he fell on his back on the bed, Sam over him.
Sam had a hand on Bucky's waist and the other cupping the sharp curve of Bucky's jaw to hold him in place through their makeout session. "We needa- get out there b'fo- Before someone catches us-" Sam breathed in between kisses, speaking only when their lips were apart which wasn't very often.
"But- this is- better" He mumbled back, though pulled away from the heated kiss, panting a bit. "You know i was excited, but now i wanna stay here." He smirked, pecking Sams lips again.
As if Sam's skin couldn't get any hotter, by now he was burning up to the point he was surprised he wasn't steaming at the surface. "I- um- Someone could walk in on us or see through the window or- or-"
"Baby, breathe." He reminded. "We can go out there. Im iust gonna be silently begging for kisses." He laughed. "Im kidding."
Sam chuckled nervously. "God, I really am as bad as some virgin teenager." He joked, although he froze. "I mean not that I'm either- I mean I-" He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
Bucky let his head fall back as he laughed harder, his hand falling from the back of Sams neck to his shoulder. "Alright, c'mon 15 year old, youuuu need a shirt. Or im gonna be staring at your hot ass all night and i dont think thats very discreet." He sassed, kissing Sams lips again, quick and sweet.
"You really got a way with words alright-" Sam tried to joke in return, attempting once again to regain his composure. He faught against himself and stood up, slipping on one of Bucky's tighter fitting short sleeves. "Mine now." Is all Sam said, smoothing the fabric down against his body.
Bucky stared, his classic Bucky Barnes stare, right over the ways the tight fabric accentuated the youngers built body. "Wear a hoodie?" He suggested, voice cracking as it got a bit weaker.
"Oh?" Sam easily felt the advantage and took it, a slight smirk curling at the corners of his lips. "You know I'll be burning up all day if I do, Buck.." He made sure to let his voice drop. Bucky teased him, he'll tease right on back.
It was Buckys turn to be a flustered teenager, face red as he squirmed to sit up, chest pounding and stomach fluttering at Sams tone. "Then dont wear my insanely tight shirt?" He asked, voice nearly an octave higher as he continued to stare at Sams body
"Well, I could say the same thing to you, you know. Difference is I know my eyes are up here," Sam pointed to his own eyes. "And not down- well, you know where." Sam continued to tease. He knew everybody outside was probably missing them, but Bucky started a flirting war. Sam intended to win.
"Yeah- well- you own looser shirts! i dont!" He whined. Damn Sam for being so hot. He had completely forgotten about the cook out for the time being, as if time had stopped and it was just him and Sam. Sam and him. Just the way he liked it.
"You can easily borrow some of mine, you just like to be a tease." Sam retorted, teasingly so with a raised eyebrow. Although, he'd finally gotten his "revenge" of sorts, satisfied with the heavy blush trailing from Bucky's cheeks to the tips of his ears. "I'll change, I'll change." He gave in with a chuckle, slipping the tight fitting shirt back off.
Bucky sighed in relief and fell back onto the pillows. "Youre gonna be the death of me, Wilson." He mumbled, though smiled. He sat back up and stood up, going to leave the room, not before sneaking one more kiss. He savored it, let it last as long as possible before he slid past his shirtless boyfriend to meet everyone outside. Clad in a red heather shirt, black jeans and one fingerless leather glove over his metal hand. The leather glove was for grip, something he rarely used anymore but he knew itd come in handy with playing catch with the kids. He figured out the hard way with AJ and Cass.
Sam slipped on a looser fitting black v-neck, adjusting the belt holding his blue jeans in place before stepping outside aswell. The warm Saturday air was alive with voices. Aunts kissing kids' cheeks and commenting on how big they'd grown, children screaming and laughing in games of chase, men at the grills and lounging about the docks, discussing the latest game or the state of their cars. Among the tables set were rows upon rows of home cooked food; crustacians caught locally, greens and corn bread enough to feed the entire neighborhood, and fried chicken that could outdo any KFC any day. Sam felt at home here. Bucky and his people. His family . He walked out with a bounce in his step, smile on his face.