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Bucky was convinced Sam wanted to be his undoing, like, genuinely convinced.
The thing is Bucky knows; he knows he’s blessed with a spectacle of a man. From the moment he’d seen Sam’s bare face without the haze of orders holding his brain captive, the familiar thrum of lust and desire had been an ever-constant in his life. Especially now. Right now, it took every ounce of self-control he had to keep himself in check. And his self-control was always low in concerns of Sam Wilson.
This torturous night came about when Sam was invited to attend a charity gala in Washington D. C. Also known as, another way for rich assholes to dress nice and throw their money at anything that made them look less like the pompous pieces of shit they were. But it was good press, according to Pepper. It wasn’t really Sam’s speed, but he’d accept the invite, smile at the camera, shake some hands if needed if it meant the press would get off his back for even a moment. And as much as he hated these stuffy suit and tie combos, he’d gladly accepted Sam’s invite as his plus one. That was his first mistake. Or was the first mistake never thinking about learning Sam’s choice of outfit? Whatever the first mistake was, a mistake was made.
From the moment Sam came out in his suit he’d been lost for words. Only able to clutch at his chest, whistling as Sam twirled in his arms. Sam was dressed in black satin from head to toe, his stylist decided he would go sans shirt, leaving his chest exposed. Smooth, brown skin peeking out. Tempting. So very tempting. But he could keep it in his pants for a little longer… he hoped. He had peppered Sam’s with tiny kisses before their limo arrived, Sam giggling under his ministrations, accepting all the compliments coming his way. He held his hand as they exited their hotel, and the two promptly cuddled up in the back of their limo after they’d entered. Fingers intertwined, as Bucky brushed their noses together, whispering sweet nothings to Sam.
Staring at Sam from across the ballroom, dutifully playing nice with other attendees, he knew he was undeniably fucked. For the millionth time, he wondered how he had gotten so lucky.
Sam was looking for someone, Bucky had always noticed Sam’s body disconnected from a conversation before his lips stopped moving. It was slight movements. His left foot would slowly slide back, all his weight falling back on it, as he would casually look around, stopping when their eyes met across the room, a small smile painting his lips. Sam gestured to him from across the room as he dismissed himself, giving quick goodbyes.
Sam walked over to him in long strides, bottom lip sucked in as he joined him at the bar.
“You, okay?” Sam asked as he took his seat next to him.
Bucky's eyebrows shot up at the question, nodding as he finished his drink. “Of course, do I not look okay?”
Sam grinned, shrugging, “I know these types of events aren’t your favorite. Just wanted to be sure.”
Bucky slid his barstool closer. “I’m fine, just wanted to admire you better from a distance,” he whispered grasping Sam’s hand underneath the bar. “You look so good today, Sam.” He whispered, giving Sam’s hand a light squeeze.
Sam smiled leaning in, eyes darting to his lips. “As I’ve heard, you’re one to talk though. Anytime I’m able to get to see you into a three-piece is a treat.”
Their no PDA rule was starting to become harder to abide by. It’s always hard, but Sam . Why was there no end to the things he wanted to do to him? Sam leaned forward, gesturing to him to bring his ear closer.
“How about me and you head out a little early?”
Bucky bit back a groan, as Sam’s lips brushed against his earlobe. That was all he needed to hear as he gripped Sam’s hand in his. Fishing out his wallet from his pants pocket to leave a few bills to pay for his drink. Sam was laughing as he guided them out of the building. Quickly, asking for their ride to be brought up.
“Slow down, we got all night,” Sam chuckled, a teasing tone hiding underneath his words, but promise shining in his eyes.
“I’ve been wanting to get my mouth on you since you stepped out in this get-up,” Bucky murmured to him, “And besides, you won’t last all night.”
Sam smirked, “That a promise, Barnes?”
Their ride had arrived, coming to a neat stop in front of them. And Sam flashed their driver a kind smile, as he held the door open for them. Sam gave him a glance, a smirk still tugging at his lips as he slid into his seat.
Tease.
Bucky gave their driver a quick nod, “Take the longest route,” he said before sliding in after him. Bucky was already itching to get closer to him, and the partition was taking its sweet time rolling up. Sam sat diagonal from him, arms outstretched across the back of the seat, but despite the cool look he tried to convey, the way Sam’s eyes bore into him gave it all way.
When the partition finally rolled up, he barely refrained from hauling Sam into his lap, slipping deft fingers inside those velvet pants, and teasing him until he made him so desperate to cum for him, all over his fingers. But by the will of the universe, he kept himself at bay. He simply loosened his tie, popping loose the first button of his shirt as they stared at each other. If he listened closely, he could make out the way Sam’s heart was thudding in his chest, and the small swallow Sam took as he watched his skin reveal itself. Sam was oozing with need, and so was he.
“C’mere,” he whispered spreading his thighs apart. “Let me touch you.”
Sam inched closer, crossing over to sit next to him. Running his fingers up along his thigh, before stopping to squeeze it appreciatively. Sam hummed, eyes flicking up to stare into his. “Who’s touching who?” Sam whispered, brushing their noses together.
Bucky took a deep inhale, taking in Sam’s scent. The smell of white wine on his lips. Expensive cologne mixed with the smell of his extensive bath time regimen that was a mix of many oils, the most prominent being coconut and lavender today. Sam was running his hand up and down his thigh now, brushing their lips together just slightly. His tongue flicked out, stealing a small taste from his mouth, that only spurred on the warmth building in his stomach. Bucky could feel his slacks become impossibly tighter from the barest touches from Sam. Chasing after his lips as he pulled away.
“Sam,” he groaned, before tugging him back, his hand coming to grip at the back of his neck as he brushed their lips against each other. Pulling away, he maneuvered Sam on his lap, redirecting his mouth to the skin of his neck. Finger deftly unbuttoned his suit jacket to run his hands appreciatively over the now-exposed skin. “Pretty,” he groaned as he rutted up against him. Watching as Sam’s mouth dropped at a particular roll of his hips.
The two ground against one another, the sound of their panting and individual moans quickly overtaking the space. And if Bucky could think for a moment with his brain and not his dick, he’d wonder if the partition was for sure soundproof, but that was the last thing that mattered to him right now. Sam was running a hand through his hair, his head falling back as winded expletives tumbled from his lips. Truly, a wonder of the world. Bucky dropped his hands down to Sam’s hips, sliding to grip his ass. And, he had never considered himself an ass man. Never, and then there was Sam. Sam had this magic ability to bring out parts of him, he never knew existed.
Bucky surged up to get a taste of his lips again, locking their mouths together in a sloppy kiss, panting into open mouths as they rutted against one another like horny teenagers.
“Sam,” Bucky groaned up into his mouth, hips growing restless as he clutched him impossibly closer, the familiar burning building in the pit of his stomach, as his vision blurred, struggling to keep his eyes open to stare into Sam’s eyes, he wanted him to see how he was coming undone for him.
“That’s right,” Sam murmured rolling his hips, nipping lightly at his jaw, “Cum for me baby.”
Bucky groaned into Sam’s skin, eyes finally falling shut as a final rut brought him to his breaking point. The sound of Sam’s voice guided him through the haze of his orgasm, as his slacks became uncomfortably wet.
“Fuck,” he groaned finally, still struggling to catch a stolen breath.
Sam chuckled, stealing a kiss before he maneuvered off his lap. “Save the applause till later, the show isn’t over,” he teased.
“Just wait till we get to the room. I’ll show you,”
Sam nodded in agreement, resting his head on his shoulder, “You were talking all that talk, I’d hope so.”
“You know I never disappoint baby,”
There was a pause, a split second, but he knew he’d given Sam the perfect opportunity.
“Don’t.”
“I wasn’t gonna say anything,” Sam exclaimed, before grasping his hand. “But, for the record, I wasn’t disappointed.”
Bucky groaned, wincing as their first time replayed in his mind. “God, Sam. It’s so embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing?!” Sam was affronted, eyebrows pulling together as he searched the space as if there was anyone else in the car to hear the utter mess spewing from his boyfriend’s lips, “That’s romance baby. Have you ever had a man start crying while staring at your ass? It’s a confidence boost. And I mean my ass deserves some tears, a round of applause too” Sam grinned at him, shimmying his shoulders to coax a smile out of him too.
Bucky rolled his eyes, ready to start his faux sulk. But with every jostle, he couldn’t help the smile overtaking his face.
“Fuck,” he finally laughed, turning to look at Sam as he took in the silent victory. “I love you,” Bucky chuckled finally interrupting his celebration.
“Oh, I know baby, and when we get in our room you can show how much.”