Watching Bucky hold onto the truck made Sam Wilson feel worried. Just for a second. That feeling quickly turned to amusement, as they made eye contact, and Bucky glared at him. That glare sure was persistent, he’d give the man that.
But when Bucky started to drop closer to the road, Sam decided to step in. He flew underneath the moving truck, his wings close to cutting off, and grabbed Bucky with a tight grip.
Bucky grunted, as the two of them lumbered down into a nearby flower field. Sam gripped to his, sort of, friend as they rolled together. Wind must’ve been kicked out of him, as he struggled to stop both of them. And, in a moment of weakness, Bucky Barnes ended up on top of him.
Fuck. Bucky’s thighs were solid. And, god, it was a good solid. A great solid, maybe. He felt so good. Sam wasn’t an idiot. He could appreciate a good looking man and Bucky had to be one of the best things he had ever looked at. And, now, he was still on top of Sam.
Bucky’s vibranium arm was holding his waist, keeping him there. It was so hot, not that San would ever admit that. No, he’d never, ever, say anything nice to Bucky Barnes... never.
Well, maybe he would... if Bucky kept him there for much longer. He’d say nice things and a lot more than that too.
“Could’ve used that shield,” Bucky gloated, his voice low and gravely. And Sam groaned, mainly from the pain, but it was also because even the man’s voice was sexy.
Unbeknownst to Sam, Bucky was also going through the same emotions. Sam’s body underneath his felt amazing. He started to think how it would look pressed down onto his mattress, tangled in the sheets Bucky brought from target.
Bucky licked his lips, not caring if Sam saw the movement. He didn’t move. He didn’t want to. He didn’t care if he was in the middle of a flower field with a ‘frenenemy’ (Bucky search it on the ‘the google’ and ‘the google’ hadn’t lied to him yet), he couldn’t lie about how this was making him feel.
“Get off me,” Sam grumbled, but Bucky didn’t.
“Sam,” Bucky whispered, locking eyes with the man that he had pinned down.
Sam’s breath hitched, as Bucky looked down at him with hooded, lust filled, eyes. Oh, shit. No wonder Steve liked the man so much, he was pretty much sex on legs and Sam wasn’t immune to his pull (as much as he tried to suggest he was to himself).
“Bucky,” Sam replied, trying to retain his cockiness, or however they did this back and forth. “You’re still on me.”
“I am,” Bucky said, a short chuckle escaping his throat. Sam wasn’t sure if any of this was funny. Bucky grinned.
“So, you’re aware?” Sam said, “You going to get off me anytime soon? Or will I have to resort to physical force to get you off?”
Sam grinned to himself, mainly to congratulate himself that he hadn’t lost his cool yet. This, of course, didn’t last long. Because Bucky, the ass, looked him up and down (well, he tried) and then grinned like Sam was piece of prey. He didn’t know if he liked this side of Barnes, who kept him pinned down in a flower field as cars drove past gawking at them.
“Get me off, huh? Sounds good to me, Wilson.” Bucky smirked. His smirk dropped as Sam’s fingers trailed down his chest. Previously only resting on the man’s abs, the feeling of Sam reaching down as far as he could had Bucky groaning.
“Not here, Barnes,” Sam replied, before flipping them both so he was on top. “You know what? I see why you liked it. Maybe I’ll keep you down, hmm?”
“Oh, god- you’re killing me,” Bucky laughed, “Would you just kiss me already?”
Sam’s eyebrows raised. If he knew that was on the cards, he would’ve done it a long time ago. He interlocked his fingers with Bucky’s metal hand, before leaning into to bump their lips together.
And, damn, he knew he’d taste nice.
An awkward kiss at first, both of them got used to it. Bucky’s free hand reached up and gripped Sam’s neck, attempting to pull him in closer. Their legs tangled together as they made out in the flowers, neither of them caring about prying eyes.
Sam was getting embarrassingly worked up, very quickly, as he figured out that Barnes was very talented with his tongue. His tongue tangled with Sam’s, the sound of their lips smacking together sounding louder than the nearby cars to their ears.
He felt something inviting pressing against his leg, and Sam would do more if he wasn’t scared about getting arrested for public indecency. Maybe it was because Bucky was so hot, or maybe it was their ‘I hate you, but only I can hate you’ thing that made this the hottest kiss that Sam had in a long time.
It was as if their kiss created a bubble that kept them from thinking about what just happened to them. Bucky was moaning into their kiss, and Sam’s ears had become sweet to the sound. He wanted to hear more of it, preferably when it was just them inside a bedroom.
Bucky pried his hand away from Sam’s hold, using them to cup his ass. He pulled Sam in, using the hold he had on him to push them back into their original landing spaces.
Sam smelt like fresh shampoo, a smell that Bucky wanted to learn. His stubble, and goatee, brushed against Bucky’s jaw and reminded him of what he loved about kissing men. The burn made everything hotter.
Bucky pulled away from a breath, before pouncing in again. He encouraged Sam to put his hands in his hair, groaning when the man tugged at it. God, he liked that. He really liked that. He reciprocated the feeling by moving his hips, grinding their crotches together. But, perhaps, that was a little too much for outside.
A well timed car horn tore them apart. As they parted, Bucky was grinning at Sam.
“Nice, Wilson,” Was all that Barnes said, before getting up to free Sam. He walked towards the nearby road, leaving a kiss-drunk Sam on the floor.
“You’re welcome, by the way,” Sam mumbled, pushing himself up from the floor.
He pressed a finger to his lips as he walked, grinning to himself. He could still feel Barnes on his lips, and he was determined to do ‘that’ again, whenever possible.
But, for now, they had villains to catch. Together. Only If Barnes stopped storming off, of course.