Chapter 9
Bucky finally got the chance to slip away from the group as people started going home, butterflys filling his stomach as he went to find Sam after what he had told him.
Hearing footsteps Sam scrambled to make himself look presentable. He adjusted the collar of his (new) shirt and smiled awkwardly. "Hey-"
"Hi baby." He whispered, walking into the bedroom they had just recently started sharing. "Changed your clothes?" He eyed, sitting on the bed before laying down, back against the neatly layed pillows.
"Uhh.. yeah, didn't want to be sitting in a dusty shirt all day, so.." Sam trailed off awkwardly, forcing a dry chuckle to evade what he obviously did earlier. "So.. what now-?”
"Youre so awkward!" He laughed, opening his arms. "Cmere." He said softly, making grabby hands.
Sam gulped. Just a hug.. He had to remind himself mentally. Sam walked forward and laid beside his boyfriend, hugging him from the side.
Bucky smiled wider and layed there, just cuddling him for a bit. He contemplated, but once again did as he had done outside and flipped them so Sam was on his back underneath him, breath heavy and hot as he stared into Sams choclate brown eyes with his own darkened blue eyes.
Surprise was written across Sam's face. He had no clue where this would go- would it end up like earlier or maybe the scenario he'd been fantasizing about? No. He couldn't let his mind go there. Surely Bucky was playing again, right?
“You think its too early to be 'later'?" He husked, reffering to his previous statement.
That question went 'straight' between Sam's legs. "You- ...you sure?" He felt his voice wobble slightly and bit his lip out of embarrassment.
"Are you sure?" He asked, voice softening just a tad. Bucky had once been a broody dark man but around Sam he coukd finally let down his walls and show how caring and loving he could truly be. "Im okay, Sam." He whispered, reminding Sam that he really was okay with this. Despite his past, the countless sexual assaults and worse he had ensued by HYDRA, he trusted Sam. And they had talked about it, figured out Buckys boundaries for when the time came.
Sam thought for a moment and, after giving it some thought, nodded. He trusted Bucky just as much as the man trusted him; maybe even a little more so. "I'm ready then.." He murmured before craning his neck upwards and connecting his and Bucky's lips in a gentle but passionate kiss.
Bucky hummed in pleasent surprise, leaning into the kiss as he rested more of his wait on Sams hips instead of holding himself over him. He let the kiss slowly heat up, moaning softly as it got heated and messy.
Sam's hands drifted from Bucky's waist lower toward his thighs and hips, holding the man in place. Without much thought, he ground his hips upwards. It was a barely noticable action, but to Sam it was all too obvious and he paused. "Sorry.." He mumbled breathily when their lips parted.
Bucky gasped and moaned, mumbled a small 'shut up' before connecting their lips again. "Relax, Samuel." Despite using Sams full name, it wasnt teasing or malice but moreso love, lust. He ground his own hips down breathing quickening in pleasure.
Sam parted his lips to protest once again but instead, he shut himself up by kissing Bucky once more. He used that as an excuse to keep his mouth shut lest his shameless sounds be heard.
Bucky paused after a while of sloppy love making and teenage grinding, his hand cupping Sams jaw as he spoke, low and gravelly. "How far do you wanna go?" He asked softly.
"As far as you want.." Sam murmured, afraid that if he raised his voice any more it would break. He was craving all of Bucky's attention- especially between his legs, but he would only go as far as the man above him wanted.
Bucky growled, near possessivly, and connected their lips again. He shifted his weight so he was straddling the mans lap, freeing his hands as he let them trail under Sams shirt, feeling up his built upper body with one warm, calloused hand and one cool, smooth metal hand.
Shivers ran their way across Sam's heated skin, as if steam was raising off of him at Bucky's touch. He arched his back off the bed just slightly, attempting to lean into Bucky's touch and get more of it.
"You tell me if you need to stop, ok?" He whispered, looking into Sams deep chocolate brown eyes with his own stormy ocean blues. He moved down to Sams neck, kissing gently before nipping and sucking at spots, his pulse points, creating faint dark bruises against his skin.
"Same for you.." Sam's sentence was punctuated by a breathy moan he didn't mean to let escape. Foreplay was never his strong suit, but seeing as it was definitely Bucky's, Sam didn't know what else to do with all the attention but to be vocal. So vocal he was.
Bucky smirked against his neck, heart fluttering in pride at the noises he pulled from his lover's throat. His hands glided over Sams skin, tweaking at his nipples before straying closer and closer towards his waistband. He pushed Sams shirt up, urging it off of the Captains built body.
Taking the initiative, Sam pulled his shirt off all the way and tossing it aside. He then reached down toward the lower hem of Bucky's shirt, trying to tease it upward.
Bucky hummed and did the same, leaning up and back on his heals to pull off his tight shirt, revealing his muscley tattoo covered chest. Leaning back down, he continued his slow and steady worship over Sams body.
Sam's mouth gaped at the sight he was given. His hands, as if they both hands little minds of their own, began to travel across Bucky's torso, feeling up his warm tattoo covered skin. Sam traced his fingers across the miniscule raised edges of the inked art littering Bucky's skin, gently touching wherever he could get his hands on.
Bucky moaned breathlessly at the firey hot skin against his, nipping at Sams neck, collarbones and chest as one hand cautiously reached to unbuckle Sams belt.
Sam's hips jumped forward and his blush darkened. He reached down and undid the metal clip, loosening the leather binding his waist so he could more easier be stripped of his clothes.
Bucky kissed his hand in thanks, kissing and nipping at his navel as he skillfully slid the jeans off of Sams body. His hands roamed over Sams strong thighs as his lips inched closer and closer to the mans cloth covered crotch.
Sam's thick thighs began to quiver just slightly, tensing up the closer Bucky got to his aching cock. He reached down and tangled a gentle hand in Bucky's hair, tugging him down just slightly.
Bucky moaned loud, choking on his own surprisingly loud noise. "W-woah.." He mumbled, blushing dark in embarassment.
"I'm guessing you liked that," Sam chuckled breathily before giving Bucky's scalp a gentle scratch. "...Want me to do it again..?"
"Please, fuck." He whispered, finally giving in and placing sloppy, wet kiases over Sams covered member.
Sam reached to do the motion again, softly, but as soon as Bucky began kissing him there he tugged on his boyfriend's hair rather harshly. He didn't even have the breath for an apology as a shameless moan tumbled past his lips.
Bucky groaned at the pleasure filled pain that spread Over his scalp. "Can i?" He hummed, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Sams boxers.
"Yes- God, yes please." Sam practically whimpered, his cock aching and throbbing; begging for just the slightest touch. At this point he was afraid he'd cum with just the sound of Bucky's voice.
Bucky tugged them down and off, humming hungrily. He was quick to place his lips on his cock, kissing around the base bedore licking up the shaft, stroking him skillfully as if he had given hand jobs and blow jobs a billion times before.
As soon as he felt Bucky's soft lips against his dick, Sam threw his head back against the pillows, tensing up to keep himself from making sounds he'd regret. His hips were strained as he tried not to buck up into the older's mouth.
Bucky let his eyes close as he took Sam into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks out as he worked his way up to bobbing his head steadily. He reached a hand down to his own belt, unbuckling it with ease before reaching his hand into his pants, moaning around Sam as he palmed himself.
The instant Bucky moaned Sam made a similar, yet louder noise. Much louder. He tugged on his boyfriend's hair, being sure to be gentle enough so it didn't hurt, but pulling it enough to gain the same reaction he did moments before.
Bucky moaned again, a wet pop eminating through the air as he pulled off of Sam. He sat up and shoved his jeans and boxers down, his erect, and quite impressive, member out for Sam to do whatever he pleased with it. Bucky was quick to tackle him again, connecting their lips in a heated toothy kiss.
Sam practically drooled at the sight given to him. He kissed Bucky hungrily, his hands roaming over the man's muscled back. He could feel the slightly raised skin where his arm had been grafted into him as well as years of scar tissue, but that didn't sway Sam's raw love for him.
"You wanna bottom or me?" Bucky asked gruffly, moaning softly as he stroked both of them in his flesh hand. He refrained from using his metal hand as much as possible, scared that Sam woukd be uncomfortable or scared with it.
Sam was about to respond, but it seemed the high pitched moans emitting from his throat spoke for him. "Can I- maybe..?" He asked breathily, his hips rocking upwards to meet Bucky's hand.
"Of course, love." He whispered. It was amazing how calm and collected he was despite how long it had been and how much he was shaking from excitement. "Turn over. Lube?"
Sam obeyed easily but, hearing the mention of lube, he fell silent and felt stupid. "Damn it.. damn it! ....I don't have any." Sam mumbled, quite embarrassed at that.
Bucky hummed and kissed him. "Relax, its not a big deal. Theres other ways." He smirked. "Turn over, put that cute little ass up."
Sam was eager and looked forward to whatever mysterious pleasures Bucky had awaiting for him. He turned, chest and shoulders pressed against the mattress with his backside lifted into the air.
Bucky sighed softly, hands squeasing Sams cheeks before pulling them apart slightly, showing off his puckered hole. "Gorgeous..." He whispered, licking a stripe up Sams perenium.
Sam gasped loudly, the unfamiliar feeling of Bucky's warm wet tongue sending sharp pleasurable shivers up his spine. "W-what was that?" He asked breathily.
Bucky snickered. "My tongue." He said simply, repeating his action. He kissed and tongued at Sams hole, prodding at it with his skilled tongue, prompting the ring of muscles to relax.
Sam let out a loud shuddered moan, his hypersensitive hole quivering just slightly. He reached in between his legs and got ahold of his aching cock, jerking himself teasingly slow.
"Ah ah, hands off baby." He scolded, swatting his hand away. "Turn over." He ordered, kissing his hole one more time.
Sam groaned but did as told, turning to face his boyfriend. His cock was throbbing, standing up against his stomach and already beginning to leak.
"Youre so beautiful..." He whispered, crawling over him, flesh hand pushing his legs open as his metal arm held him up above Sam. He kissed his lips softly. "Ready?" He asked, reassuring that everything was okay and good to go.
"So ready..." Sam breathed, his chest raising and falling rapidly as his heart thudded hard against his sternum. He had no idea what Bucky would do, but he trusted the man wholeheartedly.
"Have you ever done this before?" He asked, making sure if he needed to warn Sam for what was to come, or take it incredibly slow for his first time.
"It's been a while, but.. yeah, I've done it before." Sam felt a slight pang of shame knowing he'd done it with someone else. He knew they both had different lives before they met eachother; it was inevitable, but it still left a sour taste on Sam's tongue.
"Okay, il go slow. Tell me if im hurting you, okay?" His voice was soft, sweet, despite the gravely deepness. He lined up the tip of his cock with Sams fluttering hole, looking into Sams eyes as he interlocked their fingers.
"Okay.." Sam agreed softly, his voice barely above a quiet breathy whisper. He spread his legs slightly, completely submitting to his boyfriend. It felt so natural, being under Bucky. And Sam couldn't get enough.
Bucky leaned in slowly, kissing Sam softly as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle, unable to stop the moan that rolled over his tongue. He went painfully slow, aware of Sams every move and noise.
Sam's mouth popped open, plush lips forming an O shape as he exhaled sharply, his fists clenching around the sheets at his sides. He did his best to be as relaxed as possible, even opting to swerve his hips slowly to help himself adjust.
Bucky groaned at the movement, leaning down to Sams neck. He kissed and nipped at it to occupy himself, and after a while he rocked his hips forward with a hitch of his breath.
A soft moan escaped Sam's mouth and he clamped his eyes shut, as they had begun to roll back so far it was almost painful. "F-fuck, Buck..." He murmured, voice shakey and quiet. It was obvious he was forcing himself to be as quiet as possible. Whether it be out of embarrassment or to tease Bucky into going harder was up for debate.
"Yeah..." He agreed, pulling out nearly all the way before letting his hips fall forward with the force of gravity, moaning low as he repeated the motion, hands gripping the sheets next to Sams head as he his his face in the crook of his neck, kissing at it occasionally.
Sam greedily wrapped his legs around Bucky's waist, pulling him forward in an attempt to get more inside. With every slight movement of Bucky's hips Sam gasped, small moans reverberating from his vocal cords with every exhale.
Bucky groaned as he felt himself push further into his lover, thrusts speeding up with added force as he got lost in the pleasure. "Sam... Sam-" He gasped, a breathy moan leaving his lips.
The younger man's moans became shameless and loud rather quickly, tumbling past his lips without control thanks to the force of Bucky's cock pushing into him repeatedly. He reached up and hooked his arms around Bucky's neck, pulling him down. "Harder please.." He begged breathily before smashing their lips together.
Bucky moaned into the kiss and did as told, his thighs burning as he thrusted harder, despite his super soldier strength. Their kiss was sloppy, wet and breathy as Bucky got lost in the pleasure, thrusts turning erratic as he chased his orgasm.
Sam mewled in delight, his eyes rolling back and his tongue unintentionally rolling out of his mouth. He held onto Bucky like his life depended on it; his body beginning to shake from the ecstasy of their bodies finally together. Almost as if on a silent cue, he could feel a tightness in his stomach begin to form.
"Fuck- Sam, im gonna-" The super soldier warned. "I-In or out?" He rushed breathlessly, humming in pleasure as he ground his hips forward.
"In..! Please!" Sam begged, losing complete control and any shame he had when they began. His thighs were quivering, his own cock heavily leaking.
Bucky grunted and panted as he thrusted, hard, deeper, just like Sam wanted. His moans grew louder and more frequent as he got closer to the edge, his lower abdomen tightening with pressure. With one last slam of his hips and a hand wrapping around Sams cock, he came long and hard, coating Sams walls with the white liquid.
Sam wasn't long after; soon enough he was emptying himself right into Bucky's hand, coating the man's fist. His whole body shuddered, his hips still tense as he worked himself through his high. "Holy fuck.." He breathed after a while, doing his best to level the rises and falls of his chest.
"Yeah." Bucky breathed out, a smile on his face as he panted for breath, practically laying ontop of Sam. "God i love you." He mumbled, kissing Sams cheek. He shakely held himself up, pulling out of the younger before flopping down on his back next to him.
Sam turned on his side to face his boyfriend and smiled lovingly, his grin contrasting the exhausted haze in his deep brown eyes. "That was even better than I imagined-" He said breathily, unintentionally revealing how he'd fantasized about this before.
"Imagined?" Bucky smirked, cocking his head to the side, meeting Sams eyes. His smirked turned into a smile before dissapearing. "Me too. Every hookup i had was... Not great." He mumbled, cringing at the borderline self harm he walked into during hookups. He felt lucky he healed fast, the rough, sore and bleeding cuff marks around his wrists disappearing before he got home, his abused rear end going from sharp excruciating pain to a but of soreness.
Sam didn't even feel jealousy, he felt pity that he couldn't have been there for Bucky. "Well.. hopefully with me here you won't have to endure anything like that ever again." He murmured, leaning forward and planting a small kiss to his cheek.
Bucky sighed. "How are you so perfect?" He wondered. Sam made him feel safe. More relaxed then he had been in decades.
"I could ask you the same thing," Sam purred, draping an arm over his boyfriend's broan shoulders.
Bucky scoffed and smiled. "Im far from perfect." He mumbled, kissing Sams forehead, bending his metal arm up to place it gently on Sams forearm.
"Okay whatever you say. I say you're the definition of perfect." Sam retorted playfully, punctuating his sentence with a drawn out yawn.
Bucky rolled his eyes. "Go to sleep. Il clean up." He whispered, kissing the others lips softly.
Sam grunted and wanted to sit up but knew that was a bad idea. "I'm only gonna sleep cuz I know I won't be able to walk-"
Bucky laughed at that. "Have fun explaining that to Sarah tomorrow." The super soldier got up and kissed Sams forehead before retreating to the bathroom. He came back with a warm washcloth, cleaning himself and Sam up with such gentleness one wouldnt expect from him. He placed a separate cold washcloth over Sams forehead, cooling off his overheating body.
"You're an asshole," Sam muttered endearingly, his eyes slipping shut as the cool damp cloth was placed onto his forehead.
"I know." He smirked, laying back down next to Sam. He layed in his side, cautiously resting his metal arm over Sams chest, the metal cool to the touch.
Sam turned himself slightly, forcing down the wince from his sore backside. He looked lovingly in his boyfriend's direction. "I love you James."
"I love you too, Samuel." He smiled, attatching their lips once again. He hummed into it before pulling away, tucking his head into Sams shoulder. "G'night." He mumbled, kissing a hickey on Sams neck.