Chapter 10
Sam woke up tired and even more sore than before, feeling like he'd have to be bedridden for the next week. He groaned and turned to oay facing the ceiling, reaching up to rub the sleep from his still droopy eyes.
Bucky was quickly awakened by the movement and noise, force of habit of being not only a veteran but a prisoner of war. "Morning baby." He rasped.
"Morning," Sam groaned, his voice definitely worn out from the previous night's overuse. "God, I'm sore as hell-" He chuckled dryly.
"I dont know whether to say 'im sorry' or 'your welcome'." He laughed. "Stay here, il get you advil and some water." He kissed Sam softly despite morning breath, groaning as he sat up in bed. He stood up, walking to their bathroom without a care of being buck naked. no pun intended. His upper body was covered in tattoos, and it was only then that Sam realized he had tattoos on his legs and hips aswell.
"Nice ass," Sam commented snidely, forcing himself into a sitting position despite the pain it put him in. He could handle it, he thought. "I'm gonna pay you back for this by the way-" He joked.
"Thanks, I do lots of squats just for you." He joked, laughing at himself. He came back in with two small blue pills and a glass of water. "Mmh, i like the sound of that." He smirked, shaking his head in amusement.
"Don't tempt me." Sam purred before groaning loudly when he moved. "Holy hell that hurt," He whined before taking the two pills, swallowing them down with a hefty gulp of water.
"What? Captain America can take a dozen punches to the gut but he cant handle getting railed?" He snickered, laying back down next to Sam, hooking an arm around his waist.
"Oh shut up, until you take a dick as big as you, you can't say shit." He huffed lightheartedly, moving himself so they were facing one another.
"Im flattered you think my dick is that impressive." He smirked and shook hsi head with a scoffed laugh. "I love you." He whispered.
Sam could only smile. "I love you too.." He wished he could stay right here in this moment forever. Well, besides the sore ass. He just wanted to be right here beside Bucky without a care in the world for the rest of his life.
Buckys eyes fell half lidded as he leaned in, attatching their lips in a soft kiss. Despite the tenderness of the touch, it felt like fire. Like sparks flying, making his lips tingle. It was addictive, Sams soft ass lips.
Sam's eyes fluttered shut at the contact on his lips. He saw no use in stifling the pleasureful hum that vibrated within his vocal cords. As if having a mind of it's own, one of his hands traveled up to caress Bucky's jaw, slowly moving up to lace through his hair.
Bucky sucked in a breath through his nose, his flesh hand feeling up Sams upper body. Their lips moved in tandem, like a perfectly preformed dance routine. Bucky made a move, thumbing over Sams nipple before squeezing his peck with a mischievous hum.
Sam jumped and leaned into the touch before realizing what he was doing and blushing profusely. "You're a damn tease," He huffed against his boyfriend's lips.
"I have no idea what your talking about." He mumbled, kissing him again. He squeezed his peck again before sliding his hand down to the mans hip. "Can i make you feel good?" He whispered, thumb rubbing circles to the mens hip.
Sam sucked his pillowy lower lip into his mouth, nibbling it between his teeth. He nodded, looking up at his boyfriend through his dark eyelashes.
Bucky smiled and kissed his cheek, his neck, his chest, making his way down his body as his hand trailed closer and closer to his member. He took it into his hand, stroking it teasingly slow as he watched his lovers face through hald-lidded eyes.
"Ohh fuck, Bucky.." Sam breathed out shakily as his cock was stroked to life, slowly becoming just as hard as it was the night before. He lazily rocked his hips up to meet his boyfriend's hand, grunting softly.
"Nah-ah, no moving. Im gonna make you feel so good, i promise." He cooed, kissing at Sams inner thighs, pubic bone and down to his perineum. At long last, after what seemed far too long of straight body worship and teasing, his lips connected with Sams shaft, kissing and licking up it till he got to the tip. He placed a kiss to it before taking Sams cock into his mouth.
Sam groaned, his frustration quickly reaching a peak he didn't know was possible to feel. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting upward once, pushing his cock deep into Bucky's mouth.
Bucky was surprised even at himself when he moaned. The moan prompted Sam to do it again as Bucky gripped his thigh with his flesh hand, the ither grounding him to the bed with a tight grip on the sheets. His eyes fell shut as he forced away his next to no gag reflex, letting Sam use him. Use him to feel good. It was such a show if trust, being at Sams mercy and control like this. Something he had consented to, he wasnt forced to.
Sam glanced down and made eye contact with Buck for a moment, as if to double check and be completely sure. Once he got the non-verbal okay, he began to rock his hips upward even more, setting an uneven pace.
Wet sounds could be heard as Bucky salivated, spit dripping down his chin to Sams balls. He was in a metaphorical heaven, a euphoric high that he knew only Sam could give him. He rutted against the mattress as Sam thrust into his mouth, feeling as though he could come untouched just by Sams actions alone.
The sounds Bucky was making sending sinful vibrations down his member only made Sam thrust just a little harder, a little faster down his boyfriend's throat. He fired a handful of Bucky's hair, tugging in the way he knew drove the soldier insane.
Buckys eyes rolled into the back of his head in ecstasy, choking out a moan as the head of Sams cock rammed into the back of his throat. He forced his head down impossibly harder, choked sounds forcing there way through.
"So good, baby.. God, your mouth is so good." Sam basically growled, pulling the man's head down by his hair. His grip was rough enough to be pleasurable, but he was ready to let go if and when Bucky needed it.
Fire erupted in Buckys lower stomach at the praise. He had a praise kink? Bucky was finding himself full of surprises. He moaned in return, releasing his metal hands grip on the sheets, moving it between his legs to touch himself.
Just the prospect of Bucky touching himself lit something in Sam's belly and he felt himself tense up. "Shit- Buck I'm gonna-!" He warned, feeling his cock begin to pulsate.
Bucky hummed again, throat constricting around him. He jerked himself off faster, the cold metal bringing him just as close as his lover. He groaned and came without warning, moaning and stroking himsekf through his orgasm.
Sam could feel some of Bucky's load shoot forward, coating his thighs. Just the thought of that alone had him cumming hard, both of his hands gripping Bucky by his hair tightly.
Bucky swallowed what he could, forcing himself not to choke. Regardless, when he was released of Sams hold, a mis of spit and come drooled from his mouth onto Sams crotch as he heavily panted fro air. His eyes were closed in bliss, an open mouthed, weak smile making its way across his red swollen lips. "Holy shit..." He gasped.
Without a care in the world for where his boyfriend's mouth had just been, Sam leaned downward and connected their lips in a passionate gentle kiss.
Bucky hummed in surprise, cupping Sams jaw. His metal a hand trailed up Sams thigh to the mess of his crotch, pulling away from the kiss as he sucked the mess off the cold, metal finger. He held a mischievous smirk on his face as he did so, looking right into Sams eyes.
"You keep doing shit like that I'm gonna get horny again." Sam said slowly, halfway joking. He was tired as all hell and twice as exhausted, but good lord Bucky did things to him.
"Mmh. Fine, wouldnt want that. I dont think your ass can take it." He smirked. He pecked Sams lips one more time. "Il be right back." Bucky went towash his face and get a clean wash rag and water, gently cleaning Sam, and himself, up before handing the water to the younger. He got two pairs of boxers and two pairs of sweatpants, tossing Sams pair towards him.
Sam slipped both articles of clothing on, heaving a breath as he pushing himself up into a sitting position. He leaned against the headboard with a satisfied sigh. "I owe you for that one," He joked with a sly wiggle of his brows.
Bucky rolled his eyes. "You dont owe me shit. I loved that just as much as you did." He whispered, leaning over Sam to kiss him, voice shot from their recent actions. "Got an excuse for my lack of voice?" He asked, clearing his throat to no avail.
Sam smiled against his boyfriend's lips, eyes going half-lidded at the soft plump feel of the man's lips. "Common cold?" Sam blurted after a quick moment of thought, realizing he was unable to come up with a better excuse.
"Ah yes, the super soldier getting a common cold." He chuckled. "Il just have you answer when the boys ask." He asked, voice cracking every now and then. "Now up, im hungry." He mumbled, smiling. In the back of his mind he remembered he wasnt wearing a shirt, tattoos on full display, but part of him didnt care. Sarah and the boys would find out soon enough, why not be today?
"Yeah yeah," Sam huffed as he pushed himself to sit up more before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "I might need some help-" He blushed as he said so.
Bucky snickered and picked Sam up bridal style, walking him to the bathroom. "Brush your teeth." He ordered gently, setting Sam down on the closed toilet seat.
"Yes prince charming~" Sam giggled while picking his toothbrush out from the cup on the counter. "Okay you know what- I've had this question since the day we met- since you're a super soldier do you even gotta brush?"
Bucky laughed loudly at that one. "What?" He asked, utter confusion in his voice. "Yeah, if you dont want me to have morning breath its kinda a nesessity. It doesnt affect cavities though. Just strength, healing, and uh... refractory period." It was his turn to blush. "I dont really know what else it does." He mumbled, picking up his own toothbrush.
"Oh huh- this whole time I thought you were basically Super Man-" Sam chuckled before beginning to brush his own teeth.
"Well im not allergic to kryptonite and i dont have lazer eyes... so..." He joked, words muffled by the minty froth in his mouth. He spit and rinsed his mouth, wiping his face on the hand towel. "Dork." He smiled, kissing Sams forehead before walking into their bedroom.
Sam giggled and spat aswell, rinsing his mouth out to rid himself of the unpleasant warm minty taste. Sam rinsed his face before walking (well, limping) back into the bedroom and flopping down on the floor.
"You good?" He snickered. "Il get you some more Advil." He darted out of the room, making his way to the kitchen where he met a wide eyed Sarah, staring at his inked torso. "Where's the Advil?" He asked.
"Uhhh- first cabinet on the far left-" She said awkwardly, not being able to tear her eyes away from the man's tattooed body. She was in no way interested in him, but she couldn't help but to stare at the artwork on his skin.
"You okay?" He asked concerned, muscles rippling under the perfectly placed tattoos, reaching for the cabinets handle. He grabbed the bottle, dumping two into his hand before looking to Sarah. He followed her gaze. "Oh. Uh- yeah." He chuckled sheepishly.
"Dude- those are beautiful I- I'm sorry I've never seen them, it's like, street art so I can't stop looking-" Sarah laughed it off and finally looked away awkwardly. "Has Sam seen?"
"Uh- Yeah. Yeah, hes seen em. All of em." He put the bottle away and scratched the back of his neck, eyebrows furrowing. "Sorry i never really- told y'all i guess? Now that you know i can start working on my sleeve, though." He smiled and looked down to his bare arm.
"Nah it's fine, I can understand why you might be self conscious of them. But they're honestly beautiful-" Sarah smiled in a friendly manner. "Sam's such a wuss- last time I checked he was too afraid to get any."
"We might get one together some time." Bucky shrugged with a blush. "Anyways- I gotta go give these to Sam. Thanks, Sarah." He thanked.
"Wait what happened why does he need Advil?" Sarah asked, completely unaware of what her brother and the soldier had done the night before. And pretty soon she's gonna regret even asking.
Buckys mouth opened to say something, but none of the words came out as he blushed as red as a tomato and looked down. "I- Uhhh..." He muttered, flustered beyond belief.
"Wait-" Sarah fell silent before gagging, looking away. "Oh- y'all nasty I swear to- Well go on, I don't wanna hear him whinin' later on-"
Bucky cleared his throat and sighed, rushing off to their shared bedroom once again. "Oh god that was so embarassing..." He whined as he walked in.
Sam sat up in bed and tilted his head to the side as his boyfriend walked in. "What happened? Was it 'cause of the tattoos?"
"She asked why you needed advil." He blushed. "I didnt say anything but like- context and she was like 'yall nasty i swear' and- ugh." He whined, flopping down on the bed, handing the Captain the two small pills.
"Pfft-" Sam huffed out a laugh before taking the small pills and giggling some more. "I can tell you're hella embarrassed- you're as red as a tomato!”
"Shut up! Its not every day your boyfriends sister finds out you fucked her brother to the point of needed advil." He pouted, oddly descriptive.
Now it was the younger's turn to blush. He cleared his throat gruffly and looked away, feeling his cheeks heat up. "Hey now- no need to get into the spicy details like that-"
"What? You want me to be more descriptive?" Bucky smirked, but chuckled and kissed Sams cheek.
Sam rolled his eyes and laughed, smiling and humming when he felt Buck's lips against his cheek. "Save that for when I can talk again, bucko."
"You? Last i remember i was the one with your dick in my mouth." He laughed.
"Alright quit it before you get me you-know-what again-" Sam chuckled. He wrapped his arms around Buck's torso and pulled the man down to be beside him snd nuzzled into his neck playfully.
Bucky hummed and wrapped his flesh arm around him, metal arm laying limp to the other side. Therebwas a few minutesof silence before Bucky spoke. "I wanna grow my hair out again." He blurted.
"Hmm?" Sam wondered, puckering his lower lip in consideration. "I think it would look great that way." Sam smiled. He was proud of his boyfriend in a way, that Bucky felt he could grow his hair out again. Even though Sam knew the soldier most likely associated having such long hair with his horrid days of trauma. He kissed the man's forehead.
"It just... Feels like a kick in the ass, you know?" He started. "I hated my hair for a long time cuz it made me think of HYDRA. But i wanna grow it out because its my choice now. Its mine."
"Hell yeah it's yours." Sam agreed with a firm but proud nod. "I think you will look absolutely breath taking. But I'm gonna be on watch more- don't want somebody trying to steal ya from me.”
Bucky scoffed at that. "I doubt anyone else wants a 106 year old ex-assassin. With a near century of trauma." He mumbled.
Sam frowned and gently grabbed Bucky's face, turning him so they were facing eachother and making direct eye contact. "No amount of trauma will ever define you. Remember that."
"Sam, im pretty sure it does..." He sighed. "When.... When youve hurt- killed as many people as i have... It does define you..." He didnt make eye contact, gently trying to pull away from Sams hold.
"I humbly disagree. You're not the same man you were." Sam released his hold and sighed. "But I'm not gonna press, no more sad talk."
Bucky sighed and nodded. "Sorry, sorry. This was supposed to be about my hair."
"Yes. Fluffy and curly.." Sam trailed off, looking at his boyfriend lovingly. "You're fucking gorgeous babe."
Bucky blushed. "Shush it, youre... indescribably beautiful." He whispered, kissing Sams lips softly.
Sam would have shot back another compliment if it weren't for Bucky's lips pressing against his and silencing him. Not that he minded, though. He reached up to gently cup the man's face, feeling his lips form a smile.
Bucky broke the kiss for a short second, smiling back with lidded eyes before leaning back in, turning to len over the younger man.
Sam looked up at Bucky through his dark lashes and grinned lovingly. "I'm so in love with you, James. So damn in love."
"As am i to you, doll." He whispered, grinning with his pearly white teeth.