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As they entered the motel room, Bucky slammed the door behind him, causing the wood to splinter slightly.
“Seriously man?” Sam huffed looking at the door, “You’re paying for that if they charge me for incidentals.” Bucky glared at him, squinting his eyes slightly. “Oh, so that’s how its gonna be?” Sam asked, “the silent treatment? For someone old enough to be my great grandpa you’re pretty immature.”
Bucky unceremoniously dropped the bag on his shoulder onto the floor then grabbed one of the pillows from the king bed in the center of the room and tossed it next to it. He broke the murderous stare he had been giving Sam and sat down on the ground to begin removing his boots.
Sam sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You are such a drama queen. This is the only room they had man. It’s a big bed. You can still ignore me and sleep up here.”
Bucky ignored him as he removed his jacket and laid back on the pillow.
“Fine,” Sam said, standing up, “but I don’t want to hear you moaning and groaning about how your back hurts tomorrow.” He removed the wing pack and began stripping out of his suit, before adding, “Though I’m sure you’ll just add it to your list of petty grievances.”
The sound of Bucky’s vibranium fist hitting the wooden floor made Sam jump. “Petty grievances?” Bucky asked.
“What else would you call a grown ass man throwing a temper tantrum because I saved him from getting shot?”
“You put YOUR BODY between me and a bullet Sam!” Bucky yelled, standing up.
“I put my vibranium wings between you and a bullet, actually. And you’re welcome.”
Bucky stalked toward him, crowding him up against the wall. “And if you had been a split second slower in opening them, that bullet would have hit you.”
“I was fast enough Buck…and if I wasn’t…I still would have done it.”
“That’s why I’m pissed,” Bucky said, getting even closer, “Don’t ever do that again.”
“Save you?” Sam asked incredulously.
“Put my life above yours.” Bucky answered.
“How can I not? Bucky if something happened to you—”
“You’d survive,” Bucky said, “you’d have Sarah and the boys and Torres and Rhodey and all the other people that love you. But me…you can’t…Sam you can’t…”
Sam brought his hand up gently to Bucky’s cheek to wipe away the tears that were falling. Bucky leaned into the touch momentarily before backing away and pacing the room.
Sam sighed and leaned against the wall. “I can’t promise I won’t do everything in my power to keep you safe Buck…I just…its not a promise I can keep.”
He walked closer to Bucky, reaching down and tugging on his wrist gently. Bucky stilled and let Sam bring him in closer to hug him. Sam pulled away slightly from the embrace to rest their foreheads against one another.
Bucky shook his head. “I’m sorry. I can’t. I can’t do this.” He pulled away from Sam and grabbed his bag and shoes, heading toward the door.
“Can’t do what?” Sam asked. “You make everything so god damn difficult. Can’t you just—"
Sam was cut off as Bucky let his bag and shoes fall to the floor as he turned around and rushed toward Sam, cupping his face in his hands and crashing their lips together. Sam was quick to return the kiss. He ran his fingers through Bucky’s hair and tugged, taking advantage of the gasp it elicited to slip his tongue inside of Bucky’s mouth. Bucky’s right hand fell to Sam’s waist, pulling him in closer. Sam pulled away to catch his breath.
“God if I’d have known that would shut you up, I would’ve kissed you sooner,” Bucky said panting.
Sam pushed him away. “Seriously?” Sam kept both hands on Bucky’s chest, using his arms to put space between them. Bucky grabbed each of his wrists and pulled them so that Sam’s hands were on Bucky’s waist and their bodies were flush together again. Bucky nuzzed his face into the crook of Sam’s neck. The feeling of his stubble on the sensitive skin sent shivers down his spine.
“Sorry,” Bucky whispered, before gently kissing Sam’s neck and travelling to his jaw. “Not good at the talking about my feelings thing.”
Sam laughed, “I noticed. Doesn’t mean you can avoid them.”
“M’not,” Bucky said softly as he moved to the other side of Sam’s jaw and toward his ear, “I’m showing you how I feel. Why I can’t lose you.”
“Bucky…” Sam said, almost pleadingly, “we can’t.”
Bucky slotted his knee between Sam’s thighs, pulling Sam closer toward him. “Why not? I can tell you want to?” he teased as he grinded his hips against Sam’s hardening length.
Sam moaned and Bucky kissed him again on the lips, sloppy and needy. Sam kissed back just as desperately, all teeth and tongue. Bucky broke it apart only to tug his t-shirt over his head and then remove Sam’s so that Sam was left only in his boxers. They brought their lips together again and Bucky began to undo his belt.
“Wait,” Sam said breathlessly, placing a hand over Bucky’s fingers as they work nimbly at his zipper. “I’ve never…I mean…with a guy…I want to…but…I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You don’t have to do anything to me, if you don’t want to,” Bucky said softly, caressing Sam’s cheek, “I just want to make you feel good.” Before Sam could respond, Bucky had dropped to his knees and was looking up at Sam through his dark lashes. He ran his hands up Sam’s muscular thighs, over the fabric of his boxers, then let his fingers slip below the waistband. “Can I make you feel good, Sam?” he asked with big blue eyes.
“God yes,” Sam answered. Bucky slipped Sam’s boxers off, letting his now fully hard cock spring out. Bucky moaned when he saw it and it was nearly enough to make Sam go over the edge without even being touched. The effect was nonetheless apparent, as his dick twitched and precum began to leak from the tip. Bucky leaned forward, gently licking the sensitive head and lapping it up, moaning again and looking up at Sam while licking his lips. “Holy shit,” Sam breathed out as he brought a hand to Bucky’s cheek, “god you’re gorgeous like this.”
Bucky preened at the praise before leaning forward again, taking Sam in his right hand and licking a long stripe from the base all the way to the tip. “Mmm so good,” he whispered before taking the head into his mouth. He softly sucked a few times before taking in more, letting Sam know just how much he enjoyed it, the vibrations they caused almost as good as the little noises he was making. Bucky let his jaw relax and took Sam all the way to the back of his throat. Tears formed in his eyes as he swallowed down the impressive length, but he never stopped looking up at Sam.
Sam groaned and pulled back, “if you keep doing that, I’m gonna be done.”
“That’s okay,” Bucky said, smiling up at him before planting a few kisses on the head. “Unless you want to…” Bucky looked down at the floor and trailed off. The fact that he could look all shy and innocent with a dick in his hand was down right ridiculous.
“Unless I want to what?” Sam asked, placing his hand under Bucky’s chin and tilting it up.
Bucky looked up at him, his baby blues now nearly engulfed by his dark pupils. “I want you inside of me,” he said softly, fluttering his eyelashes. “We don’t have to—” he said, quickly, “I mean I’m okay if you don’t want to—”
Sam’s hands were suddenly on Bucky’s shoulders pulling him up off the ground until they were face to face. “You’re amazing,” Sam said as he tugged Bucky’s pants and boxers down in one movement, revealing his hard, neglected dick. It was nearly as long as Sam’s and slightly thicker, with an angry red, leaking head. Tentatively, Sam wrapped his fingers around it, relishing in the feeling of the weight of it in his hand, before slowly stroking it. Bucky braced himself by holding onto Sam’s waist and let his head fall on Sam’s shoulder.
“I want to,” Sam whispered in his ear. “I want all of you.”
Bucky picked his head up and brought his lips to Sam’s, kissing him slowly and deeply. He pulled away and rummaged through his bag, pulling out a small bottle.
“You came prepared?” Sam asked curiously.
Bucky rolled his eyes, “I use it for the joints in my arm – but yes, it has other purposes. Don’t ruin the mood.” He grabbed Sam’s hands and backed up toward the bed, sitting down so that Sam was standing between his legs.
Sam cleared his throat, “what about um…condoms?”
“Oh,” Bucky said, “I umm…I can’t get anything because of the serum…and ummm…they tested me in Wakanda and I don’t have anything…and I haven’t had sex since 1942…but…if you’re not comfortable…”
“No…its…I trust you. As long as we’re safe…wait…1942?!” Sam asked.
“You haven’t had sex with a man…ever…so it looks like I’ve still done this more recently than you,” he said, raising an eyebrow before sliding back on the bed, “you gonna come show me what I’ve been missing these past eighty years or what?”
Sam laughed before crawling on top of him, “I feel like they left some facts about your time in the military out of that museum exhibit,” he said before nibbling at Bucky’s neck.
“Eh, Bucky Barnes, Slut of the 107th just doesn’t have the same ring to it as “Cap’s Right hand man.”
Sam braced his weight on his hands and looked down at Bucky. “Wait – you and Steve…”
“No!” Bucky answered quickly, “Oh my god ew that would practically be incest!”
“It’s just that when you said ‘right hand’ man…” Sam said.
“What did I say about ruining the mood, Wilson?” Bucky shook his head. “No more talking.” He reached to his side where he’d left the bottle of lube on the bed. “Are you…do you want to prep me? Or do you want me to do it?”
“I umm…I can do it,” Sam said, “I want to do it,” he corrected, holding out his hand. Bucky smiled and generously poured lube on Sam’s fingers.
Sam brought his hand down between them, rubbing circles on Bucky’s hole with his slicked up fingers and watching Bucky writhe underneath him. Bucky spread his legs wider. “Stop teasing!” Sam smirked and slowly pressed his index finger in past the tight ring of muscle.
Bucky tensed slightly and Sam paused above him, looking down with worry. Bucky looked up and winked at him before pushing himself down onto Sam’s finger. “Oh my god,” Sam said as Bucky moved his hips up and down, fucking himself on Sam’s finger. Sam’s other hand suddenly came down on Bucky’s hip forcefully pushing him down and steadying his movements on the bed. “Patience,” he said as he slowly slid his finger out before adding a second and sliding them back in. Bucky tried to thrust into them but he was held in place.
“You know I could over power you if I wanted to?” Bucky asked.
“Mmhmm,” Sam said as he continued slowly moving his fingers in and out and spreading them, “but you don’t want to do you?” Sam curled his fingers, finding Bucky’s prostate, and Bucky arched his back and moaned. “What was that?” Sam asked, doing it again. “I asked you if you want to over power me.”
“No, Fuck Sam, No I want you to take me apart,” he moaned loudly as Sam added a third finger, thrusting in and out roughly, “I need you inside me. Please.”
“I could listen to you beg for it all night,” Sam teased.
“Sam please!” Bucky whimpered.
Sam withdrew his fingers and poured more lube on his hand, slowly stroking it over his dick to coat it. Despite the fact that he felt like every nerve was on fire, he made a show of it, stroking it a few times and biting his lip while Bucky looked up at him with blown out pupils. Bucky brought his knees up and spread his legs even wider, and Sam couldn’t hold back any longer. He lowered himself over Bucky, lining himself up. He slowly pushed himself in, the thick head getting past the tight ring of muscle at Bucky’s entrance.
“Oh god Buck, you’re so fucking tight.”
“I’m okay – keep going,” Bucky panted.
Sam pushed in further, pausing to allow Bucky to adjust when he was fully sheathed. He planted soft kisses on Bucky’s neck. “You’re so perfect,” he whispered in Bucky’s ear, running his hand down Bucky’s vibranium arm, “so good.”
Bucky moaned and his hips bucked up off the bed. Sam took the hint and started moving, slowly thrusting in and out while he continued to whisper praise in Bucky’s ear.
“I need – please Sam…” Bucky pleaded.
Sam shifted his weight to his hands and looked down at Bucky. “What do you need? Tell me and I’ll give you anything baby.”
“More. I just…I need…more.” Bucky answered breathlessly.
Sam gently caressed Bucky’s cheek with his thumb smiling down at him. Then he roughly hoisted both of Bucky’s legs over his shoulders and started fucking him at a brutal pace. He placed his hands on Bucky’s hips and shifted his position slightly until he was slamming into his prostate with each thrust. His grip on Bucky’s hips was certainly going to leave bruises and he was almost disappointed that they would heal too quickly for him to admire them for long.
“Look at you, you’re taking it so good, Buck. I think you were made just for my cock sweet heart.”
Bucky’s head flew back and his back arched into Sam. The combination of Sam’s steady assault on his prostate and praising words washing over him as he was coming untouched all over his chest. Sam was quick to follow, sent over the edge by Bucky’s body tensing around him. Bucky continued to pulse around him as he filled him, both of then moaning obscenely.
He stilled above Bucky, suddenly aware that his body was dripping with sweat, before slowly pulling out and slumping down into the sheets next to him.
As they both came down, catching their ragged breaths, Sam slowly inched his hand closer to Bucky’s flesh hand at his side, interlacing only their pinkies. “We should probably—”
“Get cleaned up,” Bucky said cutting him off, “yeah.” He stood up and started heading toward the bathroom.
“I was going to say talk about this…” Sam said.
Bucky ignored him and walked into the bathroom, opening the glass door to the shower and turning the water on. “I’m gonna shower and then I’m going to pass out because we have to get up tomorrow and help with the clean up…which you know will be made longer by you having to stop every five minutes to smile pretty for the cameras.”
Sam stood up and walked to the bathroom, leaning against the door frame, “Buck—”
“We promised A.J. we wouldn’t miss his game…so we’ll have to be on the jet by 2 tomorrow,” Bucky said as he stepped under the water.
“James Buchanan Barnes!” Sam said, causing Bucky to jump a little, “You can’t avoid this conversation.”
Bucky grabbed the bar of soap and started rubbing it over his body. “Not avoiding. Delaying. Now get in here.”
Sam shook his head and laughed, reluctantly stepping into the shower. “Fine…but I’m not letting this go. I’m not some booty call. You want this, it comes with talking and feelings.”
Bucky smiled and nodded and they quickly washed and rinsed themselves off, exhaustion washing over them. After putting on clean boxers, they crawled into the bed, tentatively shifting closer to one another until Bucky was pressed up against Sam’s back, his arm draped over his waist.
“You know…” Bucky whispered… “You could have just thrown the shield to me to block the bullet…”
Sam sighed heavily. “I hate you.”