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James Barnes’ tongue feels heavy in his mouth, his lips are tingling and he swears that he can feel his eyelashes moving against his cheek. The windows of the cab are rolled down in the back and James isn’t sure if it’s because he’s trying to stay awake by letting the air rushing past his face slap him awake or because there is a distant smell of alcohol saturated barf on the cabs carpet from a possible previous client the same Friday night.
The smell or the wind slapping against his face doesn’t matter that much to James though, the feeling of his tongue seemingly becoming independent from the rest of his mouth is tripping James out the most.
So maybe he’s a little drunk but that doesn’t change anything. It’s hard to concentrate of course, the August heat is seeping into the night- it’s a night where James doesn’t regret leaving the heavy jacket at home in lieu of a canvas one. His partner, Sam, sits beside him, his fingers intertwined with James’. They are on the way back to his place for the night, operation “get laid” was in full swing.
James’ doesn’t know much about Sam in fact the things he doesn’t know about Sam could be counted on the number of drinks that Sam had bought him that night. The information played out as such:
1. He knows his first name.
2. That he was in the military for a while,
3. That he was born and raised in Virginia,
4. Sam has no pets,
5. He’s single and;
6. He has strong looking arms.
James had joked by the fourth paid for drink that Sam was putting his military pension to bad use getting him drunk like that and he would have been a much cheaper date if Sam had taken him home after the third drink like James’ wanted. Sam had laughed so easily, kissed him so lazily in the crowded bar, moved his hand up James’ thigh so smoothly that James was shouting for a cab for both of them on the street a record 45 seconds later. James does kind of want to jump Sam in the back of the cab, kiss him senseless, and drink him in, taste what Sam hand to drink at the club again but the cabbie doesn’t get to have a free show.
“Don’t fall asleep on me now.” Sam says and Bucky just lolls his head to the side to look up towards Sam. He’s more of a silhouette against the darkness of the cab but Bucky is fine with it.
“M’ just resting my eyes.” James teases and Sam leans over towards him presses a kiss to James’ jaw and ever so slightly moves his mouth to scrape his teeth against the shell of James’ ear. Soon enough James was ready to get out of the back of the cab.
When they finally make it home Sam insists on paying for the cab as Bucky stumbles in the dark up the curb. He waits for Sam on the side walk before the cab peels off and Sam tugs lightly at Bucky’s wrist to lead him inside.
“Nice place.” Bucky says, he does actually mean it thought he’s more concerned on where his bedroom is rather than the lawn maintenance. It looks like small but it has a yard in a nice neighborhood which makes up for the size in DC. Sam unlocks the side door and lets Bucky slide inside before him.
“I bought it for the backyard, don’t get to use it much because the back deck is rotted out and there’s a crabapple tree that drops it’s rotted fruit from my neighbor’s yard that they won’t cut down but it’s nice to have some green space.” Sam says flicking on the light so Bucky can take in the surroundings.
Sam’s living room has soft grey furniture and light blue walls, there’s newspapers and coffee cups stacked on one of the end tables and a book case with more movies and board games than books shoved into the corner beside the t.v James assumes that the television is tucked into a large hutch on the far wall but Sam could be one of those freaks without a television in their house.
Bucky toes off his shoes and sheds his jacket as he lets the jacket follow onto Sam’s on a chair that looks like it will break from the amount of stuff that is on it. Sam moves a hand to James back and as he turns around he gets to see the beauty that is Sam’s body again.
Sam’s hand slips lower to James’ lower back and James lets Sam lean forward so they can kiss again. James sighs with it, relieved that Sam is still a good kisser. The kiss is slow, slightly chaste, for what James had wanted but the pressure Sam puts on James’ back to move him closer makes his lungs seem to clench for air.
Sam pulls away with a soft pleased moan that goes straight for Bucky’s gut. He wants to reach his hand around Sam’s neck and push him close again but Sam slides his hands away from James’ lower back an moves towards the kitchen.
“Want anything to drink? Water? Orange Juice?” Sam asks moving towards the fridge. James only smirks before slinking past the kitchen to towards what seems to be a hallway. Sam watches him with an empty glass in hand and a curious look on his face.
There’s three doors in the hallway so Bucky has to take a guess of which one is which. The first one is a closet filled with winter clothes, a pair of skis and a gym bag which Bucky can only assume is where the smell of sweat is coming from.
He closes that door quickly and opens the next. He can hear the faucet running back in the kitchen as he takes in Sam’s bedroom
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Like the living room it has a light blue and grey theme the posters that are on the walls are in heavy frames with glass protectant and Bucky sweats thinking that Sam must have his life together a lot more than Bucky has in order to have poster’s framed.
“They were gifts.” Sam explains behind James. He’s got two glasses of water in his hands, one for himself which he was drinking with long gulps that make James stare a little too long at his neck because of it.
“The last present I got was some curtains.” James says flatly and Sam grins. James tries to mock that smile himself as he pulls off his socks with his feet and un-tucks the back of his shirt from his jeans. Sam doesn’t move from the door frame as he watches James peel of his shirt a leave it on the floor with his socks. James feels his lower gut start to ache as Sam starts to take James all in. James starts to make the trip towards the bed backwards so he can stare a Sam and lick his lips. When he hits the back of his heel against the solid frame of the bed James barely feels it.
“Curtains come in handy.” Sam says finally lifting himself off the door frame and moves towards the bed. His eyes move from James’ eyes to lips to neck and then to hips as he travels towards the night stand to set down the glasses of water. James moves his hands onto the edge of the bed but makes no motion to move. Sam moves towards James again un-buttoning his shirt as he goes to reveal the beautiful and toned chest beneath.
Sam stops in front of James and he takes over the button undoing at the bottom so he can meet Sam’s hands at the navel. Sam slips his hands away as James moves his hands up and out to follow the lines of Sam’s body and feel the muscles underneath his shirt.
“Yeah, curtains are pretty cool”. James says focusing more on the curve of the buttons in Sam’s shirt- he’s breathing a bit heavily trying to over compensate from the lack of air in his lungs while he takes in Sam’s figure.
Sam’s hands find the sides of James’ jaw and moves to kiss him, holding his face close. They gravitate closer to one another as they dig deeper into kissing one another. Sam’s lips don’t stop moving against James while he tries to keep up. James is overwhelmed by how Sam tastes, how good he feels, how he smells. James is surrounded in Sam and it only makes his gut ache for them to touching another’s skin. James breaks the kiss so he can slide up onto Sam’s bed and pull the man by the flaps of his shirt to pull him on top. Sam obliges crawling up and putting a leg between James’ thighs.
“What am I supposed to rub off on your leg like a teenager?” James quips and Sam smiles it crinkles his eyes a bit and makes his dimples more prominent- it’s a good look for him.
“Be my guest, baby.” Sam teases but it sends another sharp pang of want straight down James’ spine the way it comes out. Sam starts kissing him again, overwhelming James with the heat of his body and strong kisses. James keeps to touching Sam’s neck and chest for what seems like ages before he moves further down in order to get a grip on his jeans.
Sam pulls of breathless of kissing James and moves up so he can finally take off his shirt and hurries to help James’ fingers against his jeans. Sam pushes fabric away from his hips and James struggles out from under Sam so he can kneel on the bed much like what Sam was doing. James bites the bottom of his lip to conceal and obvious facial and expression and moves his hand down into Sam’s boxers while making eye contact with him
Sam doesn’t smirk like some guys he’s been with. Some men are just overly proud of their genitals which makes James want to scream and run for the hills. A few people that Bucky have been with avoid eye contact with him, look nervous and scared but Sam’s not one of them.
Sam is looking into James’ eyes like there’s the meaning of life in them. Sam licks his lips looking at James’ swollen pink ones obvious that he wants to kiss him again. James finds the base of Sam’s erection and slides his hand up to guide it into the open and Sam looks like he’s planning something with how intently he’s staring.
James gets a good feel for Sam’s erection, feeling a long vein against the side, the warm skin under his hand and the weight of it all feels amazing in James grip. James keeps stroking him as he leans closer again to kiss Sam and run his other hand against the back of his neck.
James really loves kissing people when he’s drunk, the experience is euphoric the way that lips move against lips and tongues swipe against one another. Sam gets cheeky the longer that they kiss, moving his tongue against James’ bottom one before giving it a little pinch with his teeth that takes James by surprise. Sam backs off from his mouth and starts to nip and kiss at James’ neck. One of Sam’s hands reach to the other side of his neck to rub his thumb against his jawbone and side of his neck as the other is at James’ hip holding tight.
James is practically wheezing trying to keep breathing and trying to keep his moans contained to a respectable amount. He’s still jerking Sam off, moving his thump against the vein he found earlier and moving his hand around Sam’s tip to collect a bit of precum that had started to collect.
Sam shifts on the mattress moving to remove the fabric piled onto his thighs. James has moved to his side so he can fumble with his belt. Sam takes in the line of James’ skin in the moonlight seeping in from the window. Sam licks his lips and moves his hands to James jeans and grabs them at the hips. Sam starts tugs on the sides and James’ hands fly up to grab at the headboard so he’s not taken with them. His pants peel off down to his ankles and Sam pushes them off the bed and doesn’t hesitate to tug at James’ boxers too.
James quickly becomes aware of how naked and hard they both are and how dry his throat has become because of it. James licks his lips while Sam feels along James’ sides sending a lovely skin prickling sensation in the same areas.
“Gimmie a sec.” Sam requests moving down into James’ space to kiss him before sliding off the bed. James nods and rolls to the side with the water glasses so his throat doesn’t feel as dry. Sam is rifling in the drawers of a dresser and James pretends not to stare at Sam’s strong shoulders and firm ass as he keeps drinking the water on the side table.
Sam returns to bed quickly with some equipment in tow. A box of condoms and a small bottle of lube.
“Are you allergic to latex?” Sam asks and James’ heart breaks from how fucking cute Sam is. James shakes his head and Sam puts the stuff beside them on the night stand and crawls back onto the bed.
James grabs onto the lube and unclicks the cap to smear some onto his fingers. He really just wants it tonight, badly, so James takes not time looking towards Sam and reaching behind his own back to start moving himself open. Sam and James lay on their sides and Sam watches James’ face intently when he opens himself up. Sam moves his hand up to his mouth in order to bite on his knuckle to stop himself from saying something he must think is too racy for the first time. It bites down on his knuckle for a bit longer before James breath gets lighter as he struggles to get a good position.
Sam might as well read minds because he’s ripping open a condom and pouring lube onto it before he moves towards James’ backside to take over. Bucky thinks for a moment for keeping his own fingers inside himself for Sam to join but moves his hand away as Sam’s moves his fingers into James’ entrance slowly.
“I want three.” James blurts and Sam moans in responds before he gets closer to James so he can move his fingers around his hole in order to stretch him more. Sam starts kissing James again and he becomes so content with his life. The buzz of alcohol feels less fuzzy in his head- what is left if the full body high that Sam is giving him right now as he moves his fingers in circular motions in and out of James while his lips keep a constant pressure on his mouth.
James is so painfully hard that his balls are starting to ache from not being touched. He keeps his hands away from himself so he can grab Sam’s ass with the arm that’s not trapped awkwardly on the mattress. Sam flexes for a bit of show and James grabs onto a bit harder before his moves his arm up to pull Sam closer and to leave angry marks of his blunt nails in Sam’s skin. Sam moans when James digs in his fingers a bit more to his shoulders and Sam adds starts moving a third finger to the rim of James’ ass.
“James” Sam whispers, James feels like he’s going to nut right then and there the way that Sam’s voice comes out low. James takes the moment to pull away for a moment so he can move to straddle Sam. “Fuck James.” Sam says and that’s the best thing he’s heard him say tonight. James knows he should wait for Sam to finger him a bit more but James knows his own body and he was ready enough.
James fumbles with another foil packet from the package as he carefully tears at the side with his fingers. Sam still has two of his fingers buried in his ass and is slowly trying to integrate the third one to James’ specifications.
James holds open the foil packet for Sam. Sam quickly gets rid of the one he’s been fingering James with and takes the other one to roll down. James reaches back for the bottle of lube so he can help the cause and once Sam nods to let James know that he’s got the condom James reaches behind him to add more lube and line himself up.
“Okay?”
“Okay.” James confirms before starting the process of sinking down onto Sam.
Finger do not always prepare him fully for how someone feels inside him. Fingers can’t mimic the bumps and stretch of an actual dick. For one thing, erections don’t have knuckles. James is feeding inches of Sam’s dick with one hand as the other one reaches out to press his hand to Sam’s chest. James can feel Sam’s heart beating out of control as he sinks down. He hears the little grunts that Sam makes as he tries to control the twitches of his own hips.
James lets his head roll to the side so he can continue working down onto Sam. Sam moves a hand to James’ cover’s the one that’s sturdy on Sam’s heart. Sam curls his fingers between Bucky’s knuckles. He can feel Sam stare at him so James covers his face with his hair so Sam doesn’t see him blush.
James finally, finally, finds himself comfortable on Sam pressing inside of him. The pressure in James stomach turns into something new while Sam rolls his hips to shift his position within James. With a firm hand on Sam’s chest feeling Sam’s heart pound at his palm James begins to move, trying to find the right angle against his prostrate.
Sam’s eyes have closed as James starts to ride him- James says a little prayer of thanks in the back of his head because of it. Sam’s one hand still curls between Bucky’s fingers, the other hand comes to grip hard on James’ thigh.
“Don’t go falling asleep on me now, Sam.” James teases. The glow of the kitchen light lets in enough light for James to catch the smile that quirks up on Sam’s mouth.
“M’ just resting my eyes.” Sam shoots back. His voice is a soft rumble and James can’t help but bite at his bottom lip because of it. Sam does open his eyes again and pulls himself up so they are chest to chest. James moves so Sam can get his hips into a better position. James gets to lean back a bit more and as he does so he feels the nerves of his prostate jolt from the pressure.
“Again.” James says squeezing his abdomen muscles as Sam moves to James collar to scrape his teeth against his neck. James lets out a moan so loud he’s surprised by it. Sam does it again while beginning to move his hips to thrust inside of James. With his hips angled like this Sam keeps a constant pressure on his prostrate while his hands start to roam this backside and shoulders holding tight to him as if James will slip away.
James throws his head back and wraps one of his arms around Sam’s shoulders in order to support himself. His dick is rubbing between both of their abdomens Sam keeps a steady pace for both of them and James this about how this casual and warm sex is something that he could get used to. James regrets not having the lube closer but goes ahead and spits on his hand anyways so he can start tugging at the base of his dick while Sam continues the relentless beat inside him. Barnes feels as if his whole body is humming with electricity with Sam pushed inside him. His whole body becomes a live wire while Sam presses against his prostrate and pulls James closer with his strong arms. James feels dangerous as Sam fucks into him, the electricity of James body crawls down his spine – coils with hot heat within the base of his erection and James begins to move faster.
Sam, thank the maker above, gets the clue and pushes deeper into James before pushing James down onto the bed. He moves between James thighs, holding onto both of them hard enough James is sure to make bruises as Sam begins slam his hips forward into James. There’s a hint of pain in the background but Sam has found a rhythm that keeps delicious pressure on James prostate as he continues to jerk himself off faster.
James begins to imagine the electricity that is deadly in his bones is creeping out onto his skin- the hairs on his arms begin to rise and his shoulders tighten while he lets out an uncontrolled moan. James clenches his abdomen again while Sam is chasing his orgasm and Sam’s shout masks his own as Sam cums inside of Barnes and James lets his own spunk roll onto his stomach and fist with ease.
They are both breathing heavily and silent for a moment as Sam tugs himself out of Bucky and carefully removes the condom. James attempts to swallow the extra spit that seems to accumulate in his mouth while Sam walks towards the hallway. James wipes cum from his hand onto his abdomen and stretches against Sam’s cotton bed sheets. His legs are weak and his breathing is uneven. He’s tired but not sleepy drunk tired more so, I’ve just had some pretty good sex and my buzz has diminished tired’.
Sam returns with what looked to be a wet paper towel and comes back to bed to plant a kiss on James’ sweaty shoulder. James smiles and moves to take the towel but Sam is already moving the warm towel across his skin. Sam climbs back into bed beside James, wiping away cum before it dries.
“feelsnice” James drawls as Sam huffs before pressing gentle kisses against his jawline.
“Glad.” Sam manages. Gosh, he sounds so sleepy. Sam folds up the paper towel and doesn’t get out of bed to put it away. James realizes that they both are lying with their feet towards the headboard but Sam doesn’t seem to care as he untucks the covers from the bottom (which totally doesn’t make James cringe a bit, leave him alone) and maneuver them so that they wind around both James and Sam’s bodies.
“It would have been easier to just get out and get back in.” James points out. Sam snorts and just moves a hand across his jaw to bring him into a deep kiss. The kiss like the one from the bar- it’s so reassuring and warm it makes James lungs ache.
They kiss for a while longer, both men getting more and more tired as they go. James’ lips feel warm and sore from all of it and all in all it was a great night.
Except that’s all it was, it was just a night.
James has to remind himself that Sam isn’t going to want him to stick around in the morning and if it was it was for an awkward exchange of phone numbers with a false promise they would meet again soon and have a proper date. James’ break clicks and turns while he tries to keep his eyes shut and even out his breathing. He needs to pretend for a bit longer that this wasn’t a one-night thing but his brain doesn’t want to shut off.
Sam’s breathing slows down, the hand draped over James’ waist is loose and his arm feels heavy against him. James waits another twenty minutes to be sure before he slips out of bed, gathers his jeans, shirt and jacket, making sure he had his keys as he slips out of Sam’s house through the side door he came out of.