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Beautiful Disaster

A/N: whilst I work on the final instalment of A Place on Earth and the next instalment of An Artist and an Engineer, I thought I’d do some cross posting of some of my AO3 fics.

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This work is part one of my SamBucky Series and also part of my Musical Marvel series, and is inspired by the track Beautiful Disaster by Kelly Clarkson.

Anyway, on with the story, which is NOT suitable for minors.

Pairing: Samuel Wilson/ Bucky Barnes, post TFATWS.

Word count: 5.5-6k

CW: Required unrequited love, idiots in love, domesticity, cuddling, Bucky Barnes recovering, memories of torture, Bucky being a tease, getting together, explicit smut, oral sex, unprotected anal sex, ass eating, mirror sex, boys in love, Top Bucky Barnes, Bottom Sam Wilson, implied switching.

The night was peaceful. A light breeze blew gently through the slightly cracked window, warm and soft. It brought with it the sounds of cicadas chirping and water lapping gently against the boats on the dock. Sam lay sprawled out across his bed, snoring softly. He, Bucky and Torres had spent the last two day in Utah of all places, dealing a group of religious zealots who somehow, and ironically, got hold of some advanced weaponry and were using them to try and force the surrounding towns to accept a ‘simpler’ way of life. They’d started with typical Sam Wilson brand diplomacy, but had had to end using Bucky Barnes brand diplomacy….his fist…

Sam and Bucky had got back to their apartment on the outskirts of New Orleans late, and after shedding their tac gear had mumbled goodnights at each other before retreating to their own rooms to crash out.

In the wake of the Flag Smashers incident and Sam officially taking on the mantle of Captain America, Bucky had finally returned to his Brooklyn apartment. And then two weeks later he was back on Sarah’s couch, due to a combination of another mission Sam needed him for and Bucky really having no other close friends and needing some company. He’d admitted that second one exceedingly begrudgingly and when Sam had started to make some kind of sarcastic comment he’d received a clip to the back of his head from Sarah. But after the fifth visit in three months Sarah had sat the pair of them down and basically strong-armed them into looking for an apartment to share.

“Sam, as much as I have loved you being back here, with all of your gear, then endless meetings with Joaquin and Bucky, plus the boys getting bigger and wanting to have their friends round, I’m feeling crowded in. Then Bucky, and I love you Bucky, is here all the time. Wouldn’t it just be easier for you two to get a place, and you can have a special room for all your weapons, and can easily stay up until God knows what time ‘debriefing’ without worrying about waking the boys.”

Sam had had to agree that it did make sense. And Bucky admitted that it was mainly nostalgia and a need for some familiarity that had made him settle in Brooklyn and there wasn’t really anything tying him there. So a month later he and Sam had made a further transition in their relationship from co-workers to room-mates.

A blood-curdling scream tore through the air, leaving it jagged and raw at the edges. It ripped Sam from his slumber, and had him instinctively reaching for the handgun he kept under the edge of the mattress as he sat up. Stalking towards his door, gun at the ready, he tried to concentrate on what his ears were telling him in the late night gloom. A loud thump sounded out, and he pinpointed it as coming from the far end of the corridor, where Bucky’s room was. Sam let himself relax slightly – either a potential home invader had made the worst mistake of his life by breaking into the former Winter Soldier’s room, or Bucky was having a nightmare. Part of him actually hoped it was the former. He always felt bad when Bucky had a rough night.

Easing his door open, glad that he had replaced and oiled the hinges when they had moved in, he moved almost silently down the hallway. Bucky’s door was slightly ajar, as usual. He had admitted to Sam that closed doors made him nervous, and despite the fact that his room was obviously significantly larger than the cryo-tube HYDRA had kept him in, feelings of claustrophobia still remained. His need to make an easy escape overrode the feeling of security a shut door provided.

Another cry broke the air, not as loud or terrifying as that first one, but it was enough for Sam to confirm that it was in fact Bucky having nightmare. He peered through the gap in the door, the nightlight casting a soft blue glow across the room, and the smart speaker still pumping out the white noise Bucky relied on to help him get some modicum of sleep. The man himself was lying curled up on the bed, chest bare and the thin sheet wrapped around his legs like tentacles. He shifted, his left arm thrashing out at some invisible foe.

“No! No! Get off me! No! Can’t take me!”

His tormented cries were like a punch to Sam’s gut. Seeing and hearing this never got easier. Sam took half a step away from the door to turn on the hallway light, then moved back to the door and opened it further, allowing more light to filter into Bucky’s room. He stepped through, but didn’t yet approach the bed. He’d made that mistake once and had almost ended up with a vibranium fist to his face.

“Bucky, man. It’s okay. It’s just a bad dream.” Sam spoke softly but clearly, trying to gently break through into his friend’s subconscious. Bucky whimpered and curled further in on himself. Sam placed his gun on the bookshelf that stood by the door, before taking a step forward.

“It’s me, Buck. It’ll be alright. You just need to wake up. Can you do that for me man? You’re safe now, perfectly safe…” He continued to keep up a litany of gentle phrases as he got closer, step by slow step. At some point Sam realised that Bucky’s breathing had changed and that his eyes were now open; he was now awake, but still really disorientated.

Having now reached the bed Sam leant forward. “I’m just gonna untangle this sheet Bucky, okay.” A small nod was his friend’s only response. As the tight knot of cotton eased from around Bucky’s legs he began to relax.

“Can I sit?” Another nod, so Sam perched on the edge of the bed, near Bucky’s feet.

“Wanna talk about it?” Bucky stilled, as he considered it, before taking a couple of deep breaths.

“Sometimes, when I…the Asset…didn’t complete a job to the handler’s satisfaction, they would punish me before sending my back to cryo. They had a large tank, they’d make me get in, shackle my legs to bottom, and then start to fill it with cold water. They’d bind my wrists together – if I tried to get my left arm free I’d end up doing a lot of damage to the right.”

Bucky lay on the bed, still curled, eyes staring across the room at the shaft of yellow light from the hallway spilling though his door.

“They’d fill it until it just broke over my mouth and nose. I could see the surface but not quite be able to reach it. The shackles would pull me down, and my lungs would start to burn. I would start to drown, and then, just before I’d stop breathing, they’d evacuate the water and I would drop, spluttering to the bottom of the tank, coughing up water from my lungs. And from there, they would take me back to the ‘tube’.”

“Jesus, Bucky. I don’t know how, but every time you tell me something else I get even angrier about what those sick fucks did to you….that’s just extreme” He ran a hand down his face before looking back at Bucky, who had a small, wry smile on his face.

“Glad I can still make you angry, Wilson…”

“You’re such an arse.” Sam peered over his shoulder at the bedside clock, the red numbers stark despite the blue glow.

“There’s still a long time until morning. Think you can get back to sleep?”

Bucky was silent for a few moments again, thinking loudly. Then he spoke, his voice low and nervous.

“Would…would you stay? Please?”

“Sure man, no problem. But I ain’t being the little spoon.” Sam’s heart thumped loud in his chest when Bucky smiled again.

“Aww, I knew you loved me.” Sam got up and moved around the bed to get in behind Bucky.

“Shut-up man, and go back to sleep.”

“You’re the best Sam…” Bucky let out sleepily. “But I’ll never admit it in public…”

Sam felt Bucky relax next to him, his breathing indicating that he had fallen back into a deep sleep fairly quickly. Sam was relieved. During the day Sam could ignore some of the feelings that swirled with in him when he was with Bucky, or thought about Bucky. But there was no hiding from his thoughts in the dark of the night.

This wasn’t the first time he had leant comfort to his friend in this way. And despite how his own heart lurched, he knew that he was helpless to deny him anything that could help him feel better. Because Bucky saw himself as damned, and maybe he was. But when he was asleep like this, Sam would allow himself to close the distance, and despite his protestations to the contrary in the morning, consciously wrap his arm around Bucky’s waist and pull him tight, and bask in the heaven that threatened to overwhelm him.

Could he save Bucky? That’s what Sam wondered as he tried to get back to sleep. Could he help repair this broken man without ruining himself in the process? Shuri had done what she could with the physical and a lot of the mental damage. But, as he knew himself, there was no magical fix for PTSD. Since they’d moved in together, Sam hadn’t had one of his own nightmares, and he wondered how Bucky would react when he did. What would happen if they both had nightmares on the same night? Well, they’d cross that bridge when they came to it.

Eventually Sam drifted off to the sound of the white noise machine combined with the sound of Bucky’s steady breath, and the feeling of Bucky’s warm, muscular body close up against his. It was a bittersweet feeling, as he knew that if he woke up before Bucky he would remove himself as swiftly as possible, and if Bucky woke before him, he would blame their position on his instinctive need for warmth from the human radiator next to him.

—————

Sam had noticed a change to Bucky over the last few weeks. They’d been living together for about 10 weeks now. The season was changing, and Sam had decided that this would be his last opportunity this year to invite Sarah, Cass and AJ up for a cookout. Bucky was being almost uncharacteristically helpful. Not to say he was still a complete grumpy Gus, he did his bit around the house, a model room-mate, but as soon as Sam had mentioned about his sister and the boys visiting he had gone out of his way to assist in the preparations. So the change in behaviour was more evident today, but it wasn’t the first time.

“Sam….,” he turned as Bucky walked into their living room. “I was thinking that if Sarah wanted to stay over, so she could enjoy a few beers, the boys could have my room, Sarah can have the sofa and I’ll just sleep on the floor of the office for the night.”

“Buck, you don’t have to sleep on the floor. You could bunk in with me….” he tailed off as he saw Bucky raise an eyebrow. Shit, is he gonna think I’m being weird? “Or….or…you have the sofa and one of the boys bunks with me and the other with Sarah in your room.”

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I suppose that could work. But I’m more than happy if the boys would prefer to share with each other than either you or Sarah.” He strode across the open plan space to the kitchen area and turned Sam’s grocery list to look down at it.

“So you got everything down on here? Want me to go out and pick it all up so you can sort out everything that still needs doing?”

“You trying to get out of cleaning the bathroom Barnes?”

“Yup!” He popped the ‘p’ at the end of the world and grinned. Fuck, he’s beautiful! To cover-up his swirling thoughts he flipped Bucky off, causing the latter to let out a full belly laugh.

“Go on then Buck, get! But get the right brand of coleslaw or Sarah will be bitchin’ about it the whole evening.”

Bucky pushed away from the counter, grabbing the list, folding it and sliding it into his back pocket. Then in two strides he was next to Sam. Very close next to Sam.

“You need anything else from me Sammy?” His voice was low and breathy in Sam’s ear. Sam felt a lurch in his body and he wasn’t sure if it was his heart, his dick or both. He quickly put space between them, moving to the cupboard where they kept all the cleaning supplies.

“Um….no…I think it’s all on the list. If I think of anything else I’ll text you.” Then he exited with an armful of buckets and bleach, trying his damnedest not to look like he was scurrying. He swore he heard a small chuckle accompany the scrape of keys being retrieved from the side before he heard the sound of the door shutting behind Bucky.

What was Bucky after? Was all his excessive helpfulness Bucky flirting? Dare Sam even hope there is something on Bucky’s side? Was Bucky in fact as much of a disaster as Sam himself felt? Tripping and tip-toing around his feelings. They’d shared so much together, crying, laughing, fighting. They had such a great partnership going at the moment. Was it worth jeopardising it? Would a relationship between them actually work, or would it blow up in their faces. Sam sighed as he scrubbed the bathroom floor, lost in thoughts about the most beautiful enemy-come-friend of a friend-come-co-worker-come-room-mate he’d ever had.

—————

“Come on Uncle Sam!” Cass wheedled. “Tell us about how you met Uncle Bucky again.” Sam rolled his eyes, but caught his sister’s look that told him that he didn’t really have a choice but to indulge his nephews. They’d heard this story before, but it never failed to get them all excited. Bucky was stood over by the grill, keeping an eye on the burgers and steaks, sipping a beer. He shot Sam a smile, his way of saying he was happy for the tale to be told again.

“Okay, it was 2014, like way, way back in the day. I’d just met the most annoying patriot ever. Kept lapping me whilst I was jogging around the park in DC. Then he and his super-secret assassin friend got some intel on a different super-secret assassin. Guy would appear in one place, take someone out and then disappear again, as if by magic, poof!” The boys chuckled.

“And that wasn’t the strangest thing, na-ah. Cos apparently this guy had been taking people out, high profile people, across the globe for over 50 years. Nat said he was like some kind of myth, but she’d met him, tried to stop him….” Sam tailed off, realising that talking about all the people Bucky had killed whilst brain-washed was probably not the best thing to do….

“Anyway, I got dragged in to searching for this guy by my new best buddy, and the next thing I know I’m driving along in my truck, that I’d just paid off, when a fu…flipping cyborg lands on my hood, punches through the windshield and just rips the steering wheel right out.” Sam leaned to the side to see around the boys.

“And I still ain’t forgiven him!”

Bucky smirked as he sauntered over to the small patio table where Sam was sat with Sarah, the boys kneeling up, like puppies eager for a treat. He clapped a hand on Sam’s shoulder and gave it a very gentle squeeze.

“Aawww, is that how you thank me Wilson? You’ve been dining out on that story for over 10 years now. I reckon if it weren’t for me you wouldn’t have had so many free lunches….”

“You know full well, that it wasn’t 10 years for us, as we spent 5 of those in limbo…”

Their verbal sparring was interrupted by Sarah.

“My god, you two remind me of Ma and Pa with your bickering. Sheesh. Now Sam, stop being all bitter about something that happened so long ago. And Bucky, get back to that grill, I’m starving.”

Bucky shot Sarah his patented Barnes smile. “Sure thing Sarah.” He swaggered back to the grill and all Sam could do was to try not to look at his ass and hips as they swung and wish that he’d been on the receiving end of the smile, not Sarah. Cos hell, the last thing he needed was to be jealous of his own sister. Giving himself a mental shake he turned his attention back to this nephews.

“What you gotta remember,” and his tone was more sombre now, “is that behind that apparent magic, behind that myth, was a real man. A man who suffered in the most tragic way. A man, who had his freewill removed from him, who had his very soul damaged by cruel, power hungry tyrants.” His eyes moved up and locked with Bucky’s over the grill. “A man who I am proud to call my friend, and who I hope you are proud to call your Uncle.”

Bucky pulled his eyes away first, turning his attention back to the grill, but Sam kept his eyes on him for a few seconds more.

“Now, boys, I need your help to get some things from inside. I bet by the time we come out Buck will have those burgers all done for you.”

As he hustled the boys into the kitchen and loaded them up with buns and sauces and coleslaw, Sam mused about Bucky and his recovery. Whilst he’d had time in Wakanda, prior to Thanos and the blip, that had been mostly solitary, away from all the reminders of what had occurred, what he’d done whilst under the influence of HYDRA. After they had had their heart to heart about him actually making amends, Sam couldn’t help but think that he had helped change the way Bucky approached his recovery. And he knew it would be hard for the families of his victims not to blame him, but nothing Bucky could do would change that. All Bucky could do is hold on tight, to his friends, his morals, to his newly growing sense of self-worth.

The boys scurried out the door to deposit the armfuls of accoutrements on the patio table. There was some squealing to be heard and Sam rolled his eyes as he closed the fridge. Standing up, the hairs on the back of his neck rose and he quickly turned around to find Bucky stood right in front of him. His right hand came down to lean on the counter to the left of Sam, partially trapping him in. Sam could feel his pulse racing and his eyes flicked up and were caught in Bucky’s stare. Bucky was leaning forward slightly, getting closer and closer, his plump lips twitching up into a sultry little smile and dear god, all the blood in Sam’s body rushed south…..

“Buck…….” A mechanical whirring indicated movement of Bucky left arm as he reached up…..and opened the cupboard to the side of Sam’s head, plucking out the shaker of peri-peri salt. His small smile split into a wide grin.

“Think the steaks need just a pinch more seasoning. You’d best hurry up in here Sammy, don’t want to miss them.” And with that he turned on his heel and swaggered, yes swaggered back out, shouting out “Found it!”

Sam sagged against the counter and let out a breath he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding. What…the …actual…fuck…? Did that just happen? Did I imagine that? Once again Bucky had managed to tilt him off his axis. What was Bucky trying to do?

“Hey Sam!” He jerked himself upright as the yell from his sister. “What you doing lolly-gagging inside? Get your ass back out here, I need your help before the boys eat everything and cover the place in ketchup.”

“Hold your horses Sarah, I’m coming!” And with a shake of his head, he picked up the jar of pickles he’s retrieved from the fridge and headed back out to the rest of them.

——————

What was he going to do about Bucky? Or more precisely, what was he going to do about his feelings for Bucky? Because he couldn’t deny it any more. He was head over heels in love. It had crept up slowly over the last few months, but that’s what it was.

After his previous relationships, especially…..Riley….he hadn’t wanted to feel this out of control about someone again. He’d wanted something….more…logical…something that felt more grounded. But every time he saw Bucky laugh, with his nephews, at some stupid sitcom that sent him into a fit of hysterics, he felt that idea slip further away, pulled under by the beauty that was James Buchannan Barnes. And now he was waiting for a miracle; either something more was going to happen or these feeling were going to go away. Either way, he had to remain Bucky’s friend. He just hoped he didn’t have to wait too long.

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He should have known that it would be a mission that tipped the scales. In Sam’s eyes it had gone well. They’d caught the bad guys and neither they nor Torres was badly hurt. Win-win. But of course, Bucky didn’t see it like that.

“Sam, you need to be more careful!” Bucky was shouting at him as they got back to the apartment. Sam pulled his goggles off the top of his head where he’d pushed them, and threw them haphazardly onto the coffee table.

“Look, Bucky, I’m sorry you feel this way, but I can’t just hang around in the background. Out of the way, all nice and safe and cosy. You got me this suit, have faith that it will protect me.” He turned his back to Bucky, pulling at his gloves and tossing them in the direction of his goggles so he could start work on his zipper.

“You gone quiet Buck? That’d be a first. But I can still feel you staring.” He felt a grunt from close behind him. No, that wasn’t right. He heard the grunt, and felt the breath tickle the back of his neck. He spun on his heel and came face to face, no lip to lips with Bucky. It was only a fraction of a second before he took a step back, but his eyes widened and he felt his skin warm in a way that wasn’t caused the exertion of the fight. He looked at Bucky, and oh lord, his eyes. Sam had only a moment to draw in a ragged breath before Bucky closed the small gap again, placed his hands on either side of Sam’s face and kissed him right back. But this was no small accidental peck, this was fire and hunger and desire.

And Sam couldn’t help himself. His resolve was gone, stripped away by the dichotomy of both warmth and coolness bracketing his face, the scent of Bucky filling his lungs, and, dear lord, those lips! Those lips he’d fantasied about, pressing against his own, moving, coaxing him to open. He sagged forward, his fingers looping into the straps of Bucky’s tack jacket to hold himself up as he sighed and opened his mouth to let Bucky in. A reciprocal noise of want vibrated into him and he felt that cool hand slide down his side and round to the small of his back, pressing them further together. Sam couldn’t hold back a louder moan as he felt his hardness rub against Bucky’s.

Then those sultry lips were leaving his and trailing a path around his jaw and towards his pulse point. His hips jerked involuntarily and a hoarse “Fuck…..” was drawn from his throat. He isn’t really sure how they get out of their gear. He knows they helped each other, he knows there was some ungainly hopping from foot to foot, but somehow they were both down to their underwear and, oh god, Bucky was kissing him and kissing him, and steering him to walk backwards Sam’s room (it’s closer). They tumbled down onto the bed and Bucky was pressing kisses over Sam’s collar bone and pecs, running his right hand over his abs, and all Sam could do was weave his fingers into the slightly longer hair on the top of Bucky’s head to stop himself from floating away. It took a moment to realise that Bucky had stopped kissing him and had mumbled something.

“Hmmmm?” Yeah, eloquent Wilson….

“I asked, top or bottom? Didn’t want to assume.” That smile! His eyes never left Sam’s as he peppered small kisses across his stomach.

“I’m adaptable, but at this moment feel free to assume away.”

“Glad to hear it doll, because all I currently want is to rail you down into this mattress until all you remember is my name.” He kissed along the edge of Sam boxers, over his hip bone and Sam writhed on the sheets. He was a mess and Bucky hadn’t even…okay, now he was removing his boxers. Sam arched and cried out, hands fisting the sheets as Bucky licked a stripe up his hard length. Then the bastard chuckled and did it again!

“Buck, I swear to god, I……” If Sam already thought his brain had turned to mush it practically liquefied when Bucky’s mouth engulfed him. Nothing was coherent anymore, his entire world narrowed down to where Bucky’s fingers gripped his hips and those pillowy lips slid down his length, and dear lord, the man didn’t appear to have a gag reflex….and….and…then the bastard pulled off and Sam couldn’t help the needy whine that came out of him. A whine that morphed into another moan as Bucky fucking man-handled him, flipped him over and pulled his hips up so he was on his knees.

“Need to taste more of you Sammy.”

Sam tried to protest. “Buck, I’m all sweaty after the fight.”

“Don’t care!” came the gruff response. Sam felt his legs being firmly pulled apart and looking down the bed he could see Bucky lying on his back and then he pulled Sam down onto hi god damn face…..and….

“Fuckfuckfuck!”

Now, Sam Wilson was no stranger to the pleasure that is being eaten out, but it felt as though he’d been struck by lightning. Bucky’s scruff rubbed deliciously against his inner thighs, his nose was pressed against his taint and Sam actually had to bite down a giggle at the thought that his balls were basically resting on Bucky’s closed eyes. But what was overwhelming was Bucky’s tongue. It swirled and pushed against Sam’s tight hole. The slurping sounds were obscene, but in this precise moment it did things to Sam. His arms were shaking so much he just collapsed down so his shoulders were taking his weight. Bucky’s fingers dug into the meat of his ass, holding him in place as he moaned and whimpered unconsciously. His dick was so hard he thought it was going to burst.

“Oh god, Buck….ah ahh!” Bucky lifted Sam’s hips up and slid out from underneath him. He curled himself over Sam, left arm around his waist and right slowly rubbing up and down Sam’s right thigh. He pressed kisses across Sam’s shoulder blades and followed those up with small bites.

“You taste so good, Sammy.” The words of praise purred into his ear and he shivered. Bucky nipped the lobe of his left ear.

“Know you’re gonna feel good too. Be a doll, and open that top drawer for me.” Sam didn’t want to know how Bucky knew where he kept his lube, maybe it was just a good guess, but he flailed out, somewhat uncoordinated, until his fingers curled around the familiar bottle. Bucky eased himself back up onto his knees, and plucked the bottle from Sam’s hand.

A click of the cap and the vibranium arm was back around Sam’s waist as the now slick fingers of Bucky’s right hand rubbed gently around his spit glistened hole. They both moaned as one finger breached him and Bucky began to gently pump it in and out until he was pressed in as far as possible. By the time Bucky had fully added a second finger Sam was starting to thrust back onto the intrusion. And when the third thick finger finally made its way in he was a whining, needy mess. If he hadn’t been so far gone he’d have been embarrassed with himself, but the filthy praise coming from Bucky’s mouth had him so distracted he hadn’t been able to get anywhere near coherent thought since this all started.

“So good for me Sam. God, you’re just hungry for anything I can give you, huh? Ready for my cock now doll?” Sam nodded his head into the mattress, but he felt metal fingers tangle in the short strands of his hair and Bucky pulled his head up.

“I need words, baby. Need to know you’re here with me….”

“Bucky…..please…..” The words came out as a strangled whisper. Bucky continued a slow pump of his fingers, curling them slightly as explored Sam’s walls with his soft touch.

“Please what, sweetheart?” Now the bastard was deliberately teasing him.

“Please….need you….need you in me….”

“I am in you, Sammy…..” Bucky pressed deeper and sparks shot through him.

“You’re such a bastard….please, need your dick…”

“Well you only had to ask.” He pressed a kiss to Sam’s shoulder as he slowly removed his fingers, and Sam shivered at the loss. He let go of Sam’s hair, and moved his hand to rest on the base of his spine. A click of a bottle cap and the unmistakable sound of lube being slicked over a cock pierced Sam’s mind, before his hands started to curl into the sheets so hard he thought he’d rip them, as finally, he felt Bucky begin to push his way inside.

“Uh, Sam, so tight, so perfect. Made for me….” He sounded as though he was about to come apart already.

The intrusion was slow but steady, and once again, they cried out together as Bucky’s groin came flush with Sam’s ass. Both arms wrapped around Sam this time, pulling him up so his back was pressed to Bucky’s chest. Their bodies were now as close together as they could possibly be.

Sam felt Bucky gasp and his eyes fluttered open.

“What is it?”

“Look at us, Sammy, look.” Sam turned his head and realised what Bucky was going on about. He forced his eyes to refocus as he took in the sight of the two of them reflected in his bedroom mirror, his dark skin pressed right up against, and contrasting with, Bucky’s pale, milky skin. Their eyes met in the reflection, and Sam couldn’t get over the lustful darkness he saw in Bucky’s.

“Buck, you’re so beautiful.”

“So are you sweetheart. God, how we look together. And I’m gonna make it even better. Keep watching doll.” His right hand slid gently down over Sam’s ribs and abs until he had a firm grip on Sam’s cock that was tipped red and leaking slowly. He slowly pulled his hips back, both of them hissing at the sensation. And then he started in earnest, fucking into Sam with a gentle brutality, his hand moving in time up and down Sam’s cocks, and his metal fingers splayed against Sam’s stomach, holding him in place.

Sam couldn’t draw his eyes away from where they were joined, Bucky fat, pale cock disappearing into him, the slightly less pale hand sliding up and down his own length. His head rolled back to rest on Bucky’s shoulder. His whole body felt like it was about to fly apart. He twined the fingers of his left hand with Bucky’s across his middle, and his right arm slid up to grasp at the back of Bucky’s neck. He couldn’t get enough.

“Bucky, please, kiss me.” They turned their heads to meet and then it was just perfection. Bucky’s tongue in his mouth, Bucky’s dick in his ass and Bucky’s hand rhythmically stripping his dick. His hips were even snapping back to meet him.

Their lips broke apart, but their cheeks were still pressed together.

“You close, Sammy? Wanna see you as you come.” Sam nodded, his cheek catching on Bucky’s stubble.

“Almost there, god, so good Buck, I…I….” It was almost more than he could take, but then his body shuddered in bliss, his half open eyes taking in the sight of his cum shooting across the bed in thick spurts.

“Ah, doll, god, squeezing my dick, gonna take it all outta me, shit, Sam.” Bucky’s thrusts slowed down and Sam could feel him swell, and then Bucky was crying out as he released inside him.

Sam collapsed forwards as Bucky rolled to the side. Sam turned his head to face him, and smiled.

“Hi…”

Bucky grinned back and brushed the back of his knuckles down Sam’s cheek.

“Hi, yourself…” He leaned over and pressed his lips to Sam’s. “We good?”

“Bucky, I hope we’re good, because that was…that was…the best sex I’ve had in a long time.” His eyes searched Bucky’s and then realised something. “You’re blushing!” God the man was so beautiful.

“Fuck, Sam. It’s just, jeez, I’ve just wanted that, or something like that for so long. And I don’t want us to fuck up our friendship…and…and…”

Sam surged across the bed, taking Bucky’s face in his hands and kissing him hard.

“Ain’t going anywhere, and we ain’t gonna fuck this up. I won’t let us. Never get enough of you, Buck. Even when I don’t think I can take any more, it still won’t be enough. You got that? I think I love you, okay? But, please can you tell me, what do you want from this?”

Bucky nodded, a small tear slipping down his face, but he was smiling again.

“Think I love you too Sam. And I want us to be like this, together, you and me. Partners on and off the field.” His smile returned, reaching up to his eyes. “Now what were you saying earlier about being ‘adaptable’?”

Sam pulled back and threw a pillow at him.

“My god, I’m in a relationship with a complete horn-dog. I might be ‘adaptable’, but one, I’m a normal human male so I need a bit of recovery time and two, I’m still gross from the mission and now more gross because of what we just did. So I’m off to the shower.”

He pushed himself out of the bed and strutted towards the door, completely unashamed of his nakedness, of the evidence of their coupling that was slowly working its way down his leg. He stopped in the doorway and turned to look over his shoulder.

“You coming?” he asked, but before Bucky could answer he was speeding off down the hall. Bucky gave him until the count of five before racing after him.

This wasn’t going to be a disaster, it was gonna be beautiful.

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