July Catch All

[unclesam]

CHARACTERS: Sam Wilson & You (Open + Closed Starters)
LOCATION: All Aboard the Ximilia
DATE: Post Fox and the Hare
CONTENT: Catch-all prompts for post mission feelings
WARNINGS: Will be added to Top Levels

Closed/Open Prompts in the comments:

✪ [OPEN] Simulation Room
✪ [OPEN] Infirmary
✪ [OPEN] Lab/Tech Storage
✪ [OPEN] Training Room
✪ [CLOSED] Natasha

If you want to wildcard anything or want a closed starter, too, feel free to hit me up via PM, Discord: inkcharm#4573 or Plurk: inkcharm

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[unclesam]

[ Sam's eyes immediately start closing when Bucky pulls him up - and fuck, the effortlessness is never gonna fail to make something flip low and delicious in Sam's guts, won't even lie. He leans in, too, looks up at Bucky from underneath long lashes.

And then he immediately lets fly a string of curses when Bucky shoves the ice cold bottle under his shirt, uselessly punching against Bucky's chest and pressing close in an effort to get away from the unexpected cold. ]

You asshole!

[ And he's going to squirm, trying to dislodge this undignified attack on his person. ]

Shoulda punted you into the bayou...

[ And if he's trying really fucking hard not to laugh, well, that's nobody's business. Bucky's the one being a damn child here, after all, not Sam. ]

[starer]

Would've taken you down with me.

[Feed Sam to the fish before they could get anywhere near him. Because no, he hasn't forgotten that warning. Even if it was an entirely wasted one. As much as he may care about Sarah, he couldn't ever see himself feeling like this with her. Couldn't see himself so entirely at ease with the situation that he's fully lost track of who else might be around right now. Who else might be a witness to the way his face has lit up at Sam's reaction. The way he can't keep himself from laughing in response. He's relaxed with Sam in a way he can't be around anybody else.

With his cheeks aching, and his laughter just about under control again, Bucky finally tugs the bottle free. There's a brief moment where he has to fight the urge to dump the contents over Sam's head. But despite the measured look he gives the bottle once he twists the cap off, all he ends up doing is passing the bottle over.]

You could use a shower.

[A suggestion he'd be all too happy to help with.]

[unclesam]

In your dreams.

[ Chin up, all cocky attitude. Because like hell he'll admit that he'd stand no chance against Bucky. Hell, he's pretty sure Natasha could wipe him out if she chose to. He needs to playfight with other people - for his ego. At least he has other qualities.

Like for example...

Sam leans in a little, eyes bright with mirth. ]

Also in your dreams.

[ He raises the bottle to his mouth. Makes sure Bucky's watching, catches the way Sam fits his lips to it, the way he takes a deep drink from the bottle. The way a small rivulet of water escapes from the corner of his mouth, trickles down his chin and jaw. Suggestive. Sam lowers the bottle. Makes sure Bucky's attention is on a brief hint of tongue as he licks moisture off his lips. Makes sure that's where Bucky's eyes are locked when he hooks a finger in the man's belt loop and tugs.

And when he tips the open bottle into the small gap at the front this motion causes. Upending and spilling the entire rest of the water into the front of Bucky's pants. ]

[starer]

My dreams are usually a whole lot dirt- Holy shit.

[Shoving Sam away is an automatic reflex. But thankfully, he's had more than enough experience by now of holding back. So it's just enough of a shove to put some space between them again. Enough space for him to stare down at the mess the soaking material of his pants.

And then back at Sam. Then his pants. Then Sam once again.

His lips slowly curve in to a grin as he reaches down for the flies of his pants, not looking away from Sam. The button gets popped open, the zipper undone, and then-

He's turning round and making his way back to their room instead. A shameless as he may be about a lot of things, there's a few benefits he can think of about getting some privacy right about now.]

[unclesam]

[ The utterly shit eating grin on Sam's face only grows and grows and grows as Bucky pushes him back and stares in disbelief.

It grows when Bucky reaches for his fly, too, and when he finally walks out, Sam nearly topples over in a full body laugh, so deep and intense it almost physically hurts.

Shit, he needed that. He really, really did need that. It feels good to let go like this, to just mess around like this. After everything on E23-b... this feels so damn good.

And finally, Sam wipes at his face, gathers his stuff and follows Bucky. Doesn't want to make him wait too long. Because funny as this had been, Sam's got a feeling there was some intent behind the fooling around, thinks he saw his own hunger mirrored in Bucky's eyes. He's been trying not to push. He's been trying to be patient, to let Bucky dictate the boundaries and come to him.

Might be paying off. And if his steps towards their room are a bit quicker than they usually would be so as not to make Bucky wait too long, well... nobody else needs to know about that, right? ]

[starer]

[By the time Sam makes is back to their room, Bucky already has his pants stripped off, leaving him in just a t-shirt and a pair of boxers that cling a little too tightly now they're soaked. He doesn't look up from where he's laying out his pants to dry, even as the door slides open behind him. But once the door slides shut-]

I'm still soaked.

[There's the faintest hint of discomfort behind his words. Unease, because he knows how much Sam's held back in their relationship because of him. He's been so patient with him. Has given him all the time and space he needs. But he wants to try.]

Think you need to dry me off.

[A comment that's accentuated with the way he tugs at the waistband of his underwear, letting the band hang low on his hips.]

NSFW warning from here on out

[unclesam]

[ If Sam had any doubts about whether Bucky wanted to follow through on their mutual teasing and riling up, they wink out of existence at this. Damn, Bucky. Who knew. Any maybe with anyone else, Sam would find this distractingly corny. Somehow, Bucky makes it earnest in how suggest it is. So Sam allows himself to follow that tug with his eyes. To take in how the wet fabric is hugging Bucky.

Yeah.

Yeah.

He steps closer, setting his training equipment on a side table as he goes along. Pulls his shirt over his head when he takes another step closer. Tugs on his gym shorts, lets them fall with his boxers. He's naked by the time he closes the distance between them, tilts his head up just that little bit to catch Bucky's lips in a kiss. Offers a brief taste of his mouth. Because if this is what Bucky wants, then the next time he kisses Sam he'll taste himself on Sam's tongue. ]

You sure? 'cause I think I'll get you much, much wetter.

[ And standing this close, he knows Bucky will feel it much more than he'll see it when Sam licks his own lips as the tips of his fingers join Bucky's at the waistband. Suggesting. But not pushing for it. You sure is as much a tease on the suggestion to dry Bucky off, as it is an out if Bucky wants to take it. Sam won't be mad - never could be.

But he'd be lying if he said that the very thought Bucky wants Sam's lips on his dick makes Sam's mouth water. ]

[starer]

[His attention snaps to Sam at the first rustle of clothing, gaze sliding down his body as each item hits the floor. It's not the first time that Sam has stripped off in front of him. But it's the first time that there's been a shared intention. The first time that Bucky hasn't shied way from getting a good look at him. And by the time Sam steps him close, Bucky's eyes are dark, the pink tinge to his skin being borne from arousal rather than embarrassment. He wants Sam, and he has no doubt that Sam knows it.

The kiss, as brief as it may be, only serves to rile him up more, and he almost chases after Sam's lips as he pulls away to speak. He ends up licking his own lips instead, savoring the taste of Sam as he tries to find his voice again.]

Never been more sure.

[And to make his point, he moves his hands to Sam's, tugging the waistband more firmly into his grip and pushing them both down at once. He's put this off for months now, and he's done waiting. Done shying away from the two of them sharing this side of their relationship too.]

[unclesam]

[ Well damn. It's been a while for Sam, but he think he can honestly say he's found few things as hot in life as Bucky guiding him to taking off his underwear. The man has no right to be hot enough to pull shit like this off successfully. ]

Tell me about those dirty dreams of yours, Buck.

[ And with that, Sam sinks down onto his knees for Bucky, hands settling on the man's hips. Drinking in the sight of him with a small sound between pleasure and excitement. And yet following that request, Sam doesn't get to work - not right away at least. Instead he kisses and licks and nips at Bucky's skin, lazy and seemingly without direction.

Until eventually...

Eventually he looks up at Bucky, eyes dark below his long lashes. Reaches up, takes Bucky's hands in his and tugs them, gently, to his own head. Guides Bucky into cradling his head with both hands - both, he won't let Bucky pull away here.

It's a reward, practically, when Bucky's hands are both in position, causing Sam to lean in with a moan to lick a wet stripe up the length of Bucky's cock, lips eventually barely brushing the head. ]

This what you dream of?

[starer]

[He's beyond words by the point that he realizes that Sam's expecting a response. Beyond the capability to speak. With Sam on his knees in front of him, those hands on his hips feel like a brand. Like he's being claimed through to the core. And all Bucky can do in response is stare. Only this time-

This time he's stuck trying to remember how to breathe. This time there's faint tremor running through his body that Sam's entirely to blame for. This time, it has nothing to do with trying to intimidate the other man and everything to do with trying to remember all of this. The way Sam looks. The feel of those hands on his hips. Of his own against Sam's face.

It's Sam's tongue though that has his eyes closing briefly. That has a shaky breath escape him, and his grip tightening just slightly. There's a soft curse on his lips when he finally catches himself, thumbs swiping the corners of Sam's mouth.]

Need me to tell you how the only time I wake up hard, it's cause I've been dreaming about you? Fuck, Sam. It's always you.

[unclesam]

Yeah.

[ And Sam's voice is rough with need to mirror Bucky's own, cock painfully hard from just this much. He sweeps his hands down to Bucky's strong thighs, and then inwards. Cups his balls. ]

Yeah, baby, that's it.

[ and with those thumbs swiping over the corners of his mouth, in feels all too easy to let his lips part. Let his mouth fall open as he leans forwards, tongues at the head of Bucky's cock, the small slit beneath, and then just lets the weight of him sit on Sam's tongue and slowly glide into the wet, warm heat of Sam's mouth. Hollows his cheeks when he pulls back, breathes through his nose. Lets his eyes fall closed as he gives himself to a rhythmn he thought he'd long forgotten. One hand on Bucky's hip to steady himself, head cradled by Bucky's hands, eyes closed in blissful concentration as he takes him deeper and deeper, inch by inch each time, until Bucky feels resistance. Sam stills instead of pulling back this time. Concentrates on his breathing. Concentrates on letting his body fall into the sort of calm he's learned in specialised training - never meant for this, but useful all the same.

And after a moment of holding still, of just his tongue giving gentle pressure, he finally moans, needy, and relaxes his throat like its nothing. Lets Bucky's cock inch that last bit deeper. Lips stretched wide around him. And then he swallows around the head of Bucky's cock. ]

[starer]

[It's a struggle to keep his hips still. To hold back and not push Sam for more when he's already giving so much. But when he swallows him down so completely, when that pressure builds, he feels like he's been shocked by a live wire. Ends up jolting, burying himself almost impossibly deeper as he thrusts forwards.

But then he's catching himself again. Pulling back abruptly. Eighty years of forced celibacy followed by barely a week of rediscovering his sex drive leaves him falling short. And by the time he's pulling out, it's already too late. He's already grabbing his cock to angle himself away from Sam as he comes all over his own hand. And before he's even finished, there's a hasty-]

Sorry. Shit.

[-that's breathed out. This really isn't how he was expecting this moment to go.]

[unclesam]

[ There's a small chuckle, surprised but utterly affectionate, followed by warm lips against Bucky's hip bone. ]

Shoulda warned you gag reflex ain't exactly a concern with me.

[ And he stays right where he is, just looks up at Bucky. Tries to coax those too blue eyes back onto him as he takes Bucky's hand and sucks two fingers into his mouth, sticky mess on them included. Pulls off with a small hum a moment later, hands lightly trailing up and down Bucky's thighs, hips, sides. Soothing. And in no rush at all to pull away. ]

Got nothing to be sorry about. Just don't pull out next time. [ Eyes still up, nothing but warmth in them. ] Or don't pull away. Either way... you're fine, I promise. Next time, we...

[ And he falls silent then. Has looked down and to the side. Eyes on the weight of Bucky's dick - showing no signs of flagging. Glances back up. ]

Bit pent up, huh?

[starer]

You really are something else.

[His mind short circuits at the feels of Sam's lips around his fingers, his jaw turning slack as he watches them disappear into his mouth. As he feels that tongue wiping away the mess he'd made. But then Sam's letting his fingers slip free, and Bucky only barely manages to contain the whine of disappointment that's bubbling in his throat. Only ends up swallowing dryly, looking equally as undone by those few seconds as he was by the feel of that same mouth around his cock. It takes a few more attempts before he's able to find his voice again. Before he's able to mutter a quiet-]

You're the first person I've been with since...before.

[Back before he was thrown in to a war and a subsequent life of fighting. When things as relatively simple as dating and sex were easy. And perhaps, more importantly, back before the serum was ever a part of his life. Everything's changed since then, and even now, with all those years spent learning what his new body is capable of, he still doesn't know everything yet.

So even with the promise of a next time, even knowing that Sam wouldn't shy away from a repeat performance, Bucky ends up reaching up to finally tug his own shirt off, tossing it in the corner once his mess is wiped. It leaves him free to cup a hand back around Sam's jaw as he ducks down. As he leans in for a kiss once more. The other, his left, slips round Sam's back. Curls under his ass and tugs him in close. Gives him the leverage he needs to lift the man clean off the ground and move them both over towards the bed instead where he takes a seat, keeping Sam firmly in his lap instead.]

[unclesam]

[ There's a soft curse breathed in between the press of their lips against each other as Bucky lifts Sam up. It still sends Sam spinning in a variety of ways, those casual displays of strength. He'd be lying if he said they don't go straight to his dick. The fact that Bucky not only lifts him with one arm like Sam - a 5'11'' man with quite some muscle mass on his bones - weighs nothing, at an angle in which that shouldn't have been possible for anyone else. But more than desire, there's something else. That little thrill of knowing that all that strength, all that power, is used on him with such appreciation and care.

He wishes Bucky could see himself half the way Sam sees him, with strength that's not a curse but something lovely. Something safe.

On the bed, he straddles Bucky easily. Pressed close, chest to chest.

More than desire and thrill though, something soft and warm is tugging on his heart, so that Sam eventually breaks their gentle, sweet kisses. Pulls back to lean his forehead against Bucky's, just breathe with him.

He's Bucky's first since before so much. And Bucky... well... ]

You're my first since Riley.

[ Voice a whisper. The admission quiet. It's not the same, but it still feels important to share. Sam's trying to tell Bucky that he understands the gravity in his own small way. Wants Bucky to know that they're both something of magnitude to each other.

Sam cups Bucky's face in his hand. A confession made while they're so close that their mouths almost touch whenever one of them speaks. And Sam's been careful not to put too much on Bucky. So careful not to press for the answers and confirmations he knows are there, but needs to hear from Bucky himself at some point. There's no rush. But Bucky... Bucky deserves to know he's special to Sam, too. That he's it for Sam, too, even if neither is pressing for labels and words. ]

Ain't wired like most. I don't just... I can't. Casually, I mean. I can't sleep with someone without... something there, y'know. Never worked otherwise for me.

[ Never worked with less than his full heart. He doesn't say that out loud, but thinks Bucky might understand it anyway. ]