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“Sam, what the hell are you doing?” Bucky whispered harshly, careful not to draw any attention to them.
“Well, I’m trying to do you, but—“
“Don’t be cute,” Bucky muttered, slapping Sam’s hand away from his belt buckle.
“You think I’m cute?” Sam fluttered his eyelashes playfully at him.
“I also think you’re a little shit.” Bucky squirmed as Sam’s hands returned to his waist. As he tried to twist away, Sam managed to slip the leather out of the buckle, his fingers moving on to the buttons on Bucky’s jeans. “Sam, what if he hears?”
“Then you’ll have to be real quiet, won’t you?” Sam smirked at him, a dark, predatory thing.
The words, coupled with the mischievous sparkle in Sam’s eyes, made Bucky freeze just long enough for Sam to take advantage, backing him up against the hallway wall and plunging his hand into Bucky’s jeans, making him stifle a gasp as Sam gripped his cock.
“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Sam murmured, his hand working over Bucky slowly to bring him to firmness.
This right here, Bucky thought, was the problem with dating a younger man. When he had learned there wasn’t going to be wifi at their safehouse, Bucky should have planned some activities for Sam whose attention span was abysmal. The man would hardly sit still to read the newspaper but he could spend hours playing pretend football on his Xbox. And now, with nothing else to hold his attention while they waited for further orders from Stark, Sam was going to absolutely be a problem.
“Sam,” Bucky groaned, his defenses slipping away uselessly in Sam’s capable hands. No matter how much he complained about Sam being a complete punk, he loved every second of it.
“Just say the word and I stop, you know that,” Sam teased, knowing full well Bucky wasn’t going to say stop. Instead, he let out an airy whine and pressed himself into Sam’s hand. “But you don’t want me to stop, do you? I bet you’re hoping Steve will hear,” Sam breathed into his ear. Bucky closed his eyes and shook his head.
Sam’s hand was wrapped around him, stroking him slowly, as his warm breath ghosted over Bucky’s ear, sending a shiver down his back. When his lips made contact with Bucky’s throat, he had to bite down on his lip to stop himself from moaning. He had meant it when he said he didn’t want Steve to hear and, from the sound of the newscaster’s voice drifting in from the living room, he was fairly sure Steve was right on the other side of the wall at Bucky’s back, watching the news on the fuzzy, old television. They had managed to rig up an antenna that got 5 to 8 channels, depending on the weather, and they had spent more time watching PBS and the local news than Bucky really cared to think about. Despite the noise from the TV, he knew that Steve’s enhanced hearing would pick up on the sound of moaning, and the idea of Steve catching them and finding out like this was enough to set Bucky’s cheeks aflame.
“Sammy, please, shh,” he begged in a whisper as Sam shimmied his jeans and boxers down his hips, biting down on his throat just enough to draw a hiss of pain from Bucky.
As quietly as he could, Bucky tried to free himself of Sam’s hands, knowing his heart wasn’t really in the attempt. If he wanted to, he could end this, he was sure of that. For starters, if he were to really try to escape him, Sam would immediately stop. But also, if he needed to, neither one of them had any doubts about whether or not Bucky was capable of overpowering Sam. In truth, he didn’t have to let Sam spin him around so his chest was pressed into the wall with Sam firm against his back. And he didn’t have to push his hips back and grind into Sam, trying to elicit some kind of response from him so he could regain some of his dignity at least. But he wanted to. The cutoff, low groan from Sam’s throat sent a thrill of satisfaction through Bucky.
There was something thrilling about the idea of getting caught. It was also deeply, deeply mortifying but still. The idea that Steve could turn the corner at any moment and catch them was going straight to Bucky’s head. Reaching around Bucky’s hip, Sam gripped him again and resumed the tortuously slow strokes that had Bucky panting in seconds. Sam’s unoccupied hand slipped under the hem of his shirt, pushing it up to reveal the expanse of his abdomen and chest, and he pinched Bucky’s nipple hard enough to make him gasp. Just as quickly, Sam’s hands disappeared and Bucky felt him shifting around behind him. When he heard the uncapping of a lube bottle he almost laughed. Leave it to Sam to plan out his spontaneity.
“Have you just had that in your pocket all day?” Bucky whispered to him, teasingly.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Sam whispered back, his smooth facade slipping for a second to reveal an honest vulnerability that made Bucky’s chest ache.
His right hand reached up behind his head and found Sam’s cheek, turning slightly to give him a soft smile. Leaning into his touch, Sam turned his head and kissed Bucky’s palm. If this was why dating a younger man was a problem, it was also why he didn’t care that Sam was 60 years younger than him, or that he got bored easily, or listened to terrible music, or made him watch the most ridiculous documentaries when they were together. Sam was also kind, and sweet, and gentle and the best person Bucky had ever known.
Leaning in again, Sam trailed kisses along Bucky’s shoulder and up his neck as he ran his finger, slick with lube, along Bucky’s hole. Resisting the urge to push back, Bucky closed his eyes and tried to relax. He wanted Sam to hurry, desperate to make this quick. The longer they dragged this out, the more likely it was that Steve would need to get up to get a drink or to use the bathroom or left to go to his room. Really, Bucky should insist that they move to the bedroom. There was nothing to stop them from doing this in one of the rooms Steve wouldn’t just happen into.
But…did he really want to? He never got to do shit like this. Stuff like this was just not proper when he was a young man and besides, even if he had wanted to be bad like this, it wasn’t as if he’d had the time between shifts at the docks and fighting wars. And it wasn’t as if his time as mind controlled, genetically enhanced nightmare fuel had full of erotic trysts and daring sexual exploits. Which, in all honesty, he was genuinely glad about, considering all the other shit he’d dealt with because of them. The point is, he didn’t ever have the chance to do stuff like this. Obviously, he’d had sex before but he hadn’t had the opportunity to be kind of, well… bad. As stupid as it sounded, even to him, considering his body count, when the decisions were up to him, Bucky had always been the good kid. Had always been the one to listen and follow the rules and not get into trouble. Half the reason he had started following Steve in the first place was because he was too afraid to do half the shit that scrawny kid had done, and there was just something about it that had drawn Bucky in.
There was a whole list in Bucky’s mind of things he’d never gotten to try. Not that he was actively keeping track of it, but still, it was there. And there were things he wanted to try. Things that sounded so dirty and steamy but he was too shy to even consider instigating. So now, pressed against the wall with Sam’s finger teasing his hole and the chance to have hot, silent, secret sex, he had the option to either shut it down and move them to the bedroom or stay and let this play out however it was going to. He kept his mouth shut. There was no way he was stopping this. Sam pushed in past the resistance of him, burying his finger inside of Bucky with a groaning sigh. Tipping his head back onto Sam’s shoulder, Bucky arched into Sam’s touch. When Sam’s tongue stretched out to lick a strip across Bucky’s collarbone, he couldn’t help but think how filthy the whole thing was. Or how much he loved that fact. The hand that wasn’t currently thrusting in and out of him reached around to stroke his cock again, testing Bucky’s resolve as he bit back a whimper.
“Careful now, what would Steve say if he heard you like this?” Sam murmured softly in his ear, a second finger slipping in beside the first, “or worse, saw you like this?”
Rocking back against Sam’s hand, Bucky tried not to moan at the delicious friction as Sam’s hand dragged along his cock, a task that only got more difficult when Sam pushed further into him, thrusting his hips forward into Sam’s hand. But when Sam massaged into his prostate, the hand that was still pressed to Sam’s cheek slipped down to grip the back of his neck, pulling Sam tighter against him.
“Fuck, Sam, fuck, I can’t-“ Bucky panted breathlessly, desperately trying not to keen loudly as Sam gave him no reprieve, rocking his fingers into Bucky unrelentingly.
Each drag of Sam’s finger was sending sparks of pleasure down his legs and up his spine. Heat was already beginning to gather under his skin and he couldn’t help but grind back onto Sam’s hand, riding the rhythm of his fingers pumping in and out of him.
“God, look at you, being so good for me,” Sam purred in his ear. “I bet you like the idea of Steve walking in right now. You want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me, isn’t that right?”
“Uh huh,” he mumbled thoughtlessly, grinding his hip back, his knees trembling slightly as pleasure built in him.
“Would you like that, Bucky? If he came in here and watched you coming on my fingers? Seeing how good you look when you’re begging for it like this?” Biting down on his ear, Sam pressed hard against the swollen bundle of nerves, massaging firmly as Bucky’s mouth dropped open, a silent cry seemingly trapped on his lips.
The cap of the lube clicked again and Bucky almost sobbed with relief, thank God, he was going to get fucked. Sam extracted his fingers from Bucky, pushing down the waist band of his sweatpants to free himself, and Bucky blushed as he felt his hole fluttering around nothing. But Sam was lining up the head of his cock and pushing into the tight ring of muscle, at which point Bucky didn’t have the brain power to do anything but focus on not moaning with abandon. Behind him, Sam was panting and gasping enough to let Bucky know he was struggling just as much to stay silent, and that knowledge thrilled him. Bucky loved the way Sam reacted to his body, his touch, the way he moved. It made him feel sexy and wanted and bold when Sam looked at him with so much desire and lust pouring out of his eyes. And the sounds Sam would make, the gasping, choked moans, the almost animalistic growls and raw, aching moans. All of it stroked his ego in the best way. Made him want to turn Sam on more often, get him all worked up just so he could see the effect he had on him.
As Sam sank into him, spreading him open as he buried himself inside of Bucky, he couldn’t help the groan that escaped him. They both froze immediately. It had been louder than he thought it would be and they held their breaths, waiting to see if Steve heard them. After only a second, Sam, seeming to be genuinely unconcerned with whether Steve caught them or not, pulled back and stroked himself back into Bucky achingly slow.
“Wait, wait,” Bucky breathed, heart still racing with fear that Steve had heard them.
“Let him hear us, Bucky,” Sam growled in his ear and Bucky melted.
Sam ran the palm of his hand up Bucky’s stomach, coming up to wrap lightly around his throat. He didn’t press down, didn’t squeeze at all, just held him there, his lips alternating between feather soft kisses to his neck and sucking deep bruises into his skin. Every nerve in his body was lighting up, his skin tingling with pleasure as Sam rolled his hips into him. When the swollen head of his cock rubbed against his prostate, Sam’s hand quickly moved from his throat to his mouth, in an attempt to cover the sound of him whimpering pathetically.
“So loud,” Sam tutted, “I think you want to get caught. Is that it? You want Steve to come see how your needy little hole is taking my cock,” Sam pressed against him, buried to the root, and ground his hips against Bucky’s, making it nearly impossible for Bucky to not cry out. The filth Sam was panting in his ear, barely louder than a breath, was making him blush from head to toe, “You’d like it if everyone knew how pretty you looked when you’re all fucked out like this, wouldn’t you?”
Nearly incoherent, unable to think of anything than the way Sam was fucking into him and the building pleasure coiling in his core, Bucky moaned into the palm of Sam’s hand. There was no way he was going to last long, not with the way Sam was pounding into him, aiming directly for his prostate every time. When he began thrusting back to meet Sam, the hand covering his mouth dropped to his cock and Sam stroked him fast, the way he knew Bucky liked.
“Please, please, please,” he begged in a breathless gasp, “Sammy, please…”
“That’s it, Bucky, come on this cock, go on, baby, show me how much you like it,” Sam all but growled.
And Bucky was done. Head falling back, ass pressing into Sam, with a cry of pleasure slipping against his defenses, he spilled into Sam’s hand, trembling and shaking. Holding him upright while his legs threatened to give out, Sam lasted a few more strokes before he buried himself in Bucky, biting down on the scruff of his neck as he filled him with his seed. Panting, Sam pulled out of Bucky with care, and he felt cum leaking from his swollen hole. There was also the mess on the floor to be concerned with. And the fact that Steve would have definitely heard the crescendo of their little performance. Bucky’s face turned beet red, suddenly regretting the fact that he had let himself get so lost in the moment now that they were going to have to face Steve. Sam was still behind him, planting kisses along his back and shoulders, arms wrapping around Bucky’s waist.
“We should get cleaned up…” Bucky murmured.
“Probably,” Sam hummed against his skin. “Wanna take a shower?”
“I mean, the jig is probably up anyway, might as well steer into it,” Bucky shrugged and Sam laughed.
“The jig is not up, Bucky,” Sam chuckled and headed towards the bathroom. “Steve would have to be here in order to hear us.”
Mouth dropping open, Bucky followed him down the hall, staring at him incredulously, “You—“
“Oh, did I not mention? Nat picked Steve up an hour ago, going to take the quinjet a couple of states over to restock on supplies. They won’t be back until tomorrow.” Sam smirked as he turned on the shower.
“Sam Wilson, you are an absolute menace!” Bucky couldn’t believe him but at the same time, relief was flooding his chest when he realized Steve had not just listened to them fucking.
“Just thought it might be fun,” Sam shrugged, pulling Bucky into the hot water with him. “Was it?”
Bucky laughed, “Yes, it was. Next time… let’s try it when he really is here.”
A devious smirk spread across Sam’s mouth seconds before he dove in to capture Bucky’s mouth. Perhaps, with some coaxing, Sam would be ready for a second round. He could cross ‘shower sex’ off his list as well.