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Bucky walked swiftly through the crowds as the subway train of people unloaded onto the platform. Sam arrived in New York City earlier than planned this morning. Bucky had to attend a meeting so he couldn’t pick Sam up at the train station when he arrived, but Sam insisted he had a few things he needed to do before he headed to Bucky’s apartment. Bucky fast walked through the streets of Brooklyn until he made it to his apartment building.
The doorman greeted him and wished him a happy birthday. Bucky paused, unsure why he knew that until the man stated that his partner told him when he came in. Bucky thanked him nonetheless and took the elevator up to his floor.
Bucky stopped at his doorway, pulling out his keys from his backpack to unlock the door. He smiles as he hears Alpine meowing on the other side. He steps into the foyer, almost tripping over the white cat as she walks between his legs, “Sweetheart, you got to let me get in the door.”
Sam gets up from the sofa, “She definitely missed you.”
Bucky takes off his shoes before he hangs up his backpack and his jacket, “I was running late this morning, so I didn’t have much time to pay attention to her.” He walks into the kitchen to wash his hands.
Sam soon joins him in the kitchen, tugging Bucky close to him by his belt loops, “Slept in on your birthday?”
“By accident,” Bucky rests his hand on Sam’s hip.
“So I should wait to wish you a happy birthday?” Sam smirks.
Bucky pouts, “How’s that fair?”
Sam chuckles, leaning in to kiss Bucky sweetly, “Happy birthday, honey bee.”
Bucky grins against Sam’s lips, “Thank you, angel.” Sam kisses Bucky again until Bucky almost jumps back. Alpine has attempted to climb his pant leg to get his attention, “I’m sorry, Alpine.” He scoops her up in his arms and scratches her chin, “Did Sammy not pay any attention to you?” He heads further into the apartment.
“I know you know that’s a lie,” Sam huffs as he follows Bucky to the couch.
“Oh I know,” Bucky smirks, “Your pants are covered in cat hair.”
Sam looks down and then back up at Bucky, “Good thing we’re not going out.”
“We’re not?” Bucky sits Alpine on his lap as he pets her, kissing the top of her head.
“Nahh, I was going to cook for you. Since I haven’t in a while,” Sam turns to face Bucky on the couch, stretching his arm out on the back of the sofa.
“You’re not cooking seafood in my apartment again, are you?” Bucky scrunches his nose for a moment before his face relaxes.
Sam chuckles, “No, no seafood in your old ass apartment sink. Plus, the seafood up here during this time of the year is questionable. I was going to make jambalaya.”
“Oh,” Bucky perks up. “Enough that I can have leftovers?”
“Hopefully,” Sam smiles. “Do you want to see what I brought you now or wait until after dinner?”
“Would you mind if I said now?” Bucky licks his bottom lip.
“How about your gift now, and then I’ll save the dessert as a surprise,” Sam smiles. “Compromise?”
“Halfway happy,” quoted Bucky. After New Years, Bucky started watching Stranger Things after his interest was piqued from the first episode. Sam became his go-to person as he asked many questions about the show and how it was like to grow up in the eighties.
Sam heads into the bedroom to fetch Bucky’s birthday gift, along with a blue cake birthday balloon that reads ‘Birthday Boy’. He grins as he hears Bucky snort as he sees the balloon.
“Really Sam?” Bucky smiles at Sam.
“Yeah! It’s your birthday, so birthday boy. Be happy I didn’t get you a tiara,” Sam smirks, setting the balloon’s weight on the table. “Trade me?”
Bucky takes the box from Sam’s hands, then Sam picks up Alpine and sits her in his lap to watch him open his gift. He pulls off the ribbon, “This for Alpine?”
Sam chuckles, “If you want to give it to her?”
“The last thing I need in a trip to the vet,” Bucky opens the box, pausing as he sees the card placed inside the box. “Do I read this first or after?”
“Read it first.”
Bucky pulls out the handmade card, there’s a crayon drawing of Alpine with the words “Happy Birthday” above it. He looks up at Sam, his face filled with emotion.
“I asked Cass to draw Alpine for you, and that’s AJ’s handwriting,” Sam confirms Bucky’s thoughts.
Bucky opens the card, seeing a few different handwritings, “You’re trying to make me cry.”
Sam ducks down his head as he smiles, “Not my intention. Just reminding you how much we love you.”
Bucky swallows the lump in his throat, “And that’s gonna make me cry.” He reads over Cass and AJ’s notes before he looks over at Sarah’s, making his chuckle. “You let your sister write this?”
“You think I can tell her what to do?” Sam raises an eyebrow at Bucky.
“No, you can’t,” Bucky smiles before his eyes travel over to Sam’s. He frowns in confusion, “A trip?”
“Open the rest of the gift.”
Bucky sets the card on the coffee table before he opens the tissue paper. Underneath is a light grey baseball jersey with ‘Brooklyn’ written across it with a pair of tickets sitting on top.
“I worked with your assistant, Kayla, to make sure this weekend would work,” Sam fidgets nervously.
Bucky purses his lips together, “You’re taking me to a baseball game?”
“Yeah,” Sam’s face relaxes. “I know you’ve been wanting to go to a game, so we’re going to see the Dodgers in April. And my man’s gotta look the part.” Bucky chuckles, putting the paper tickets on top of his card before he takes out the jersey. “Look on the back.”
Bucky opens the fabric and turns it to the back, it reads ‘Barnes’ with the number ten below it. “Sam,” Bucky’s voice is thick with emotion as he looks over at Sam.
“I haven’t found a baby Bucky photo yet, but I hope it’s still a good gift.”
Bucky huffs a laugh, “Even your purposely bad gifts are good gifts, but this,” he looks back down at the jersey in his lap, “This is an amazing gift.”
Sam grins, “Yeah? So you do really like that old grandma blanket?”
“I do,” Bucky lays the jersey in his lap. “You planned all this for me?”
“Of course I did, baby, I know how hard you’re working so you deserve a nice weekend,” Sam reaches out to grab Bucky’s knee. “Joaquin also gave me a card to give to you. It’s on the counter with your mail.”
“Baby bird remembered my birthday?” Bucky face softens.
“Kinda hard to forget when I haven’t shut up about planning this for you,” Sam shrugs.
“When’s his birthday?”
“Six days before mine, the seventeenth of September,” Sam lazily pets Alpine as she lays in his lap.
“Remind me to put it in my phone?” Bucky bites his lip.
“Yeah,” Sam smiles. “Are you getting hungry?”
“For dinner or for you?” Bucky smirks.
Sam rolls his eyes, “A real meal first.” He puts Alpine on the couch cushions before he gets up.
Bucky grins, “Mind if I shower then?”
“Yeah, so I can have some peace while I cook,” Sam washes his hands before he gets out a big pot.
Bucky packs up his gift and carries it into his bedroom. He puts the box on the dresser before he heads into his on-suite bathroom. After he showers, he wraps a towel around his waist as he heads into his bedroom. He opens his drawer, smirking as he looks back up at the gift box. He pulls on a white tank top, a pair of grey briefs and white tube socks before he picks up the jersey. He stands in front of the mirror as he buttons up the jersey. He appreciates how the jersey fit, he can tell Sam took into consideration how Bucky was feeling in his clothes. He’s been trying to work out more and eating better since his outburst from Thanksgiving weekend. He even took his therapist’s suggestion to tuck away the scale he had in the bathroom.
Bucky heads out into the living room, forgoing pants, “How does it look?”
Sam turns away from the stove to look at Bucky, the counter covering his bottom half, “It looks good, does it fit okay?”
“Yes, thank you,” Bucky heads towards the kitchen but Sam stops him.
“You’re not coming into my kitchen, you know the rules,” Sam holds his hand up, forcing himself to keep his eyes on Bucky’s face.
Bucky sighs, “I can’t touch you while you’re cooking, unless I want to eat burnt food again.”
“Good, now put some pants on before your thighs distract me,” Sam turns back to the stove.
Bucky smiles before he heads back into the bedroom and puts on a pair of navy blue sweatpants. He returns to the kitchen to sit at the counter, he rests his head on his hand as he watches Sam cook, “So my thighs distract you?”
“Baby, I know you know that,” Sam smirks. “But yes. How’s the new gym?”
“Much better than the last one,” Bucky almost huffs. “But you were right, as usual, to find a military gym. A lot less people stare at me, and no one bothers me about my arm.” He looks over to see Alpine joining him on the stool next to him at the counter.
Sam smiles, putting the lid on the pot, “Like I said, most people mind their business.” He joins Bucky, standing across from him at the counter. “Do you want to see your cake?”
“You bought me a cake?” Bucky raises his eyebrows as he smiles.
“Yeah,” Sam pushes off the counter and heads to the fridge. He pulls out the cake box and carries it over to the counter, “It’s a small cake, ‘cause I know you’re still watching what you’re eating but you deserve a little treat for your birthday.”
“Does it match the birthday balloon? Which by the way, Alpine wants to destroy it,” Bucky chuckles as he sees Alpine eyeing it.
“Just open it,” Sam nudges the box to Bucky. Bucky lifts the lid to reveal a small round cake. It’s all white with a white pipped frosting around the edges. ‘Happy 44th Birthday’ is written in light blue frosting. “There wasn’t enough room for your full name but I hope you still like it?” He shifts nervously as he waits for Bucky’s reaction.
Bucky stares at the cake, reading it over and over, before he looks up at his boyfriend. “Sam,” Bucky’s voice cracks.
Sam quickly moves around the counter to pull Bucky into a tight hug. Bucky pushes his face into Sam’s neck as Sam gently rocks him, “I know how much that means to you. Shoulda got you a larger cake so I could put ‘Bucky’ on it.”
“No, it’s perfect,” Bucky sniffles, pulling back. “You were trying to make me cry,” he wipes his eyes, thanking Sam for the tissue.
“Not intentionally,” Sam smiles softly, keeping a protective arm around him. “I’ve been itching to show you the cake since I picked it up.”
“Thank you,” Bucky says softly before he leans in to kiss Sam. He pulls back, seeing Alpine out of the corner of his eye attempting to get on the counter.
“Alpine,” Sam speaks with a stern voice.
“You can’t get on the counter, sweetheart,” Bucky moves to grab her front paws to set her back down on the stool. “I should probably feed her now.”
Sam closes the cake box and puts it back into the fridge. “The jambalaya is almost done. She can eat while we eat.” Bucky picks up Alpine’s food dish before he heads to the fridge. He almost trips over Alpine as walks back to her placemat to set down her dish. “Your kid almost took you out,” Sam smirks as he pours them two glasses of wine.
“Yeah, I know,” Bucky dashes over to Sam to kiss his cheek before he grabs their bowls that Sam already plated before he sits down at the countertop. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
Sam hops upon his stool, leaning over to peck Bucky’s cheek, “You’re welcome, sugar.”
“Oh it’s going to be like that?” Bucky smirks before he happily hums around his first mouth full. Sam smirks back, waiting for Bucky to swallow, “Did I mention how much I miss your cooking?”
Sam smiles as he takes a sip of his wine, “I thought you were cooking more?”
“I am, but it’s not quite the same as your cooking,” Bucky admits before he takes another bite.
“You’re not using your damn spice rack?” Sam teases.
Bucky rolls his eyes as he takes a sip of his wine, “I am, it’s just missing the most important ingredient.”
“A sexy black man making it for you?” Sam smirks before he takes another bite.
“Sort of?” Bucky chuckles, then sighs before taking another bite.
Sam pauses, “My bad Buck. Say what you meant to say.”
Bucky pokes around his plate a moment before he speaks, “Meals made to share are different. They’re made with love and care. That’s why they taste so good.”
Sam’s face softens as he reaches over to hold Bucky’s free hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, “Thank you, honeybee.”
“I mean that,” Bucky puts his fork down to look at Sam.
“I know,” Sam smiles at his partner. “You might not say a whole lot but you’re always say what you mean.” Bucky nods as Sam pulls his hand back. Sam picks up their empty dishes, “Another bowl or cake?”
“Cake,” Bucky answers quickly.
Sam chuckles, putting their dishes in the sink before he pulls out his phone from his back pocket. He sends out a quick text message before he puts away the leftovers. As he’s pulling out the cake, Bucky’s ringtone goes off.
Bucky squints at Sam, suspicious, before he pulls out his phone. His face softens as he sees Sarah’s name, hitting the answer button, “Hi Sarah.”
“Hi Bucky, happy birthday,” Sarah comes through the speaker. “How old are you today?”
“Forty-four,” Sam answers for Bucky, putting the single candle on the cake.
“No way I’m a year older than you,” Sarah tuts.
Bucky chuckles, “I’m sorry Sarah.”
“Are the boys there?” Sam asks as he’s prepared to light the candle.
“Yeah, lemme put you on speaker,” Sarah goes silent for a moment, “Alright say when.”
Sam lights the candle, “Alright, on three. One, two, three-”
Bucky can’t help but grin as the Wilson family sing him a happy birthday while Alpine sits on Sam’s abandoned stool. Sam reminds him to make a wish before he blows out the candle.
“Hey Uncle Bucky! Did you open your card yet?” Cass asks through the phone speaker.
“I did, Sam let me open my gifts before cake. I loved the drawing of Alpine, thank you. I gotta figure out where I want to put it up,” Bucky smiles as he watches Sam get out a knife to cut the cake.
“You’re welcome!” Cass yells through the phone.
“Alright boys, they want to have cake. Say goodbye,” Sarah interrupts.
Cass and AJ yell their goodbyes, “Bye Uncle Sam, Bye Uncle Bucky! Happy birthday!”
Sarah laughs before she turns off the speaker, “Bye Bucky, I hope you have a good rest of your birthday. Bye Sam.”
“Bye Sarah,” Sam and Bucky say in unison. Sarah ends the call as Sam gives Bucky his slice of cake.
“What kind of cake is this?” Bucky gestures to Alpine to sit on his lap to free up Sam’s chair.
“It’s an almond cake with raspberry filling,” Sam sits down beside Bucky with his plate.
“Is that why you put it in the fridge?” Bucky smiles, before he takes a bite.
“That, and I like cold cake,” Sam smiles as he hears Bucky make a soft pleased noise.
“It’s good cake,” Bucky states, offering Alpine a little bit of the raspberry filling.
“Normally I’d scold the both of you, but it’s your birthday,” Sam muses.
“Thank you.” Bucky grins before he takes another bite.
“Do you still want to watch Ghostbusters?” Sam asks while he starts to clean up their plates after they finishes their slices of cake.
“Yeah,” Bucky smiles, thanking Sam as he takes his dishes. “I guess I’m on an eighties kick right now?”
Sam almost snorts, putting the cake back into the fridge, “Have you picked up any new music tastes?”
Bucky pets Alpine’s head as he thinks, “I like the one country girl.”
Sam turns on the sink to start the dishes, “Dolly Parton?”
“I think so,” Bucky smiles. “I like her voice.”
“She’s a smart businesswoman. She has her own amusement park in Tennessee called Dollywood. She also has this program that sends books for kids to start learning before they’re school age.”
“Oh?” Bucky smiles, joining Sam to dry off the dishes. “She sounds solid, so not a bad choice?”
“Not at all,” Sam smiles back at Bucky, “You didn’t have to help.”
“I know but eventually I want to take you to bed,” Bucky smirks as he grabs Sam’s ass before he starts to put the dishes away.
Sam makes a surprised noise, then shakes his head in amusement, “At least let me digest.”
Bucky chuckles, kissing Sam’s shoulder in apology, “You got it, darlin’.” Sam pulls the plug to let the water drain and refills their glasses before he follows Bucky to the sofa. Bucky has already turned on the TV and selected Ghostbusters as Sam sits the wine glasses on the table. He grabs the old grandma blanket and drapes it over their legs as he sits down. “Trying to get handsy during the movie?”
Sam shakes his head, “Not my plan. I just know you get cold.”
Bucky sets the remote on the coffee tables before he cuddles up to Sam, “And you’re right.”
By the end of the film, Sam is laying diagonally on the sofa with Bucky lying on top of him.
“Now I understand why Lucas was so upset that he was expected to be Winston,” Bucky looks up at Sam as the credits roll.
“That’s all you took out of this movie?” Sam chuckles.
“I wanted to know why the kids wanted to be Ghostbusters,” Bucky shrugs.
Sam smiles, kissing Bucky’s head, “You’re always learning, huh?”
“Yeah,” Bucky shifts closer so he can kiss Sam properly. “Can I take you to bed now?”
Sam’s smile turns into a grin, “Yes. I’d say you’ve earned it, birthday boy.”
Bucky stops Sam before he goes in for another kiss, “Wait. Stay right here.” Sam watches Bucky get off the couch and heads to the bedroom.
Sam starts folding up the blanket after Bucky dashes off. He puts the blanket on the arm of the sofa before he turns to face Bucky, “What are you up to-?”
Sam pauses, taking in the sight of Bucky leaning on the doorway. He’s now pants less, just wearing a pair of briefs from the waist down. He’s still wearing his baseball jersey. Sam rubs his faces as he tries to contain his lust.
Bucky watches Sam’s reaction, starting to get nervous before Sam pounces on him and crashes their lips together. His brain already starting to go a little fuzzy as he feels Sam’s hardening cock against his him, “Is good?”
Sam guides Bucky’s hands to his ass before he cups Bucky’s face, “Very good.” Bucky’s brain continues to get fuzzier as Sam runs his nails through his scalp as Sam pulls him into a bruising kiss.
Bucky grabs onto Sam’s ass, making him groan into his mouth before he’s pushed into doorframe. He makes a surprised noise before he pulls back, “Sam-?”
Sam quickly catches on, pulling Bucky to him before he pushes him backwards into the bedroom and kicks the door shut, “Better?”
“Much,” Bucky smile before he kisses Sam again. They shed their clothes as they make their way to bed, leaving both men in their underwear. Sam guides Bucky to lay down on the bed, picking up his legs after Bucky lies back so he lays properly on the bed. He stretches his arms above him on the bed, “Gonna manhandle me, Sammy?”
Sam smirks up at Bucky as he climbs onto the bed, “If that’s what my baby wants.” He stops to grab the lube and condoms from the drawer, pausing as he sees a dildo on top. He smirks before he looks over at Bucky, “I didn’t know you had one of these, Buck?”
Bucky immediately sits up, “It’s not what you think-”
Sam scrunches his eyebrows, skeptical as he looks back at Bucky, who’s blushing so hard he’s practically red, “That my sweet boyfriend gets lonely some nights?”
Bucky looks away, not wanting to meet Sam’s eyes, he speaks barely above a whisper, “Sometimes.”
Sam grabs what he needs out of the drawer before closing it so he can give Bucky his full attention. He reaches out to cup Bucky’s face, noticing how he’s looking down, “Babe, I’m not upset.”
Bucky’s eyes snap back up to Sam’s, “You’re not?”
“Not at all,” Sam’s thumb caresses Bucky’s cheek, guiding him to lay back down onto the bed. “Honestly, I’m surprise I haven’t seen it before.”
Bucky struggles to keep eye contact with Sam, “I usually keep it tucked away.”
“Why?” Sam can’t help but ask.
“Because I don’t want you to think that you’re not enough-”
“Baby, a dildo in your drawer isn’t going to make me feel any less of a man. I know I’m not here all the time. I would only be upset if you were having sex with someone else-”
“No,” Bucky interrupts, letting out a breath he’s been holding. “I wouldn’t. I only want you, Sam.”
Sam smiles softly down at Bucky, “I know.” He leans down to kiss his sweetly. Sam straddles Bucky’s hips, petting his hair back, “I wouldn’t mind if you ever wanted to give me a show.”
Bucky blinks up at Sam, “You-you’d want to watch?”
Sam smiles, starting to trail kisses down his neck, “Yeah, I could even talk you through it.” He purrs as he makes his way down Bucky’s body, leaving soft kisses behind, “Help you pretend it’s me.”
“I already do,” Bucky admits aloud.
Sam smirks, “I know, sugar.” He gently nips the skin at his hip bone as he hooks two fingers under the waistband of his briefs. He slowly tugs them down to reveal more of his hip for Sam to kiss.
“Sam,” Bucky breathes out.
Sam purposely bites a little harder before he looks up, “Yes?”
Bucky lets out a little huff of annoyance, but it quickly turns into a soft moan as Sam kisses and licks the head of his cock through his briefs, “Sam.”
Sam pulls back slightly, his saliva soaking the fabric, “I got you, sugar.” He sits back to pull down Bucky’s briefs, flinging them in the direction of his laundry basket before he returns his attention to Bucky’s thighs. He open mouth kisses the inside of his thigh as a warning before he nips the skin, sucking a mark onto the skin.
A long, whiney moan escapes Bucky’s throat as he grips the sheets with his left hand, his right hand attempting to grab onto Sam’s too-short hair, “Sam.”
Sam can’t help but smile against his skin, soon moving up his thigh to kiss the skin where the thigh meets the groin, “My name sounds good on your lips, baby.”
Bucky huffs and it about to complain until Sam wraps a warm hand around his hard cock, gently squeezing the base before he ducks down to give Bucky’s balls some attention. He sucks one into his mouth, humming around him before he pulls back and repeats the motion to the other. “Fuck, Sam.”
“I’ll fuck you, sugar,” Sam purrs as he squeezes the base of Bucky’s dick again as he looks up as his lover, “After I suck your dick.”
Bucky huffs again, “Then what are you waiting for?”
“Didn’t think you’d be so bratty on your birthday,” Sam smirks, slowly stroking Bucky’s dick, base to the head. He thumbs the slit, smearing the precum.
Bucky’s hips push into Sam’s hand, “Please Sam.” Sam smirks, giving the head of Bucky’s dick kitten licks before he spits on the slit. Bucky moans sweetly, watching Sam with hooded eyes. He drags his tongue from the base up to the head before he wraps his lips around the head, making Bucky’s moan also sound like a sigh. His tongue teases the skin underneath the head as he hums around Bucky. He grabs Bucky’s legs to throw over his shoulders as he sandwiches his head between Bucky’s thighs. Sam rubs his hand up and down Bucky’s muscular thighs as he focuses on the head of his cock. “Shit, sweetheart,” Bucky breathes out.
Sam pulls back to kiss the inner thigh he didn’t mark, “You can’t show off your thighs and not expect me to want my head between them, baby.”
Bucky grabs another pillow to tilt his head up higher so he can watch Sam between his thighs, “Yeah? That’s all it takes, sweetheart?” Sam responds by taking Bucky back into his mouth, slowly taking as much as he can until he feels him hit the back of his throat. He grips the sheets tighter as he resists the urge to thrust up into Sam’s warm mouth. Sam breathes through his nose as he tries to keep his throat relaxed and stays in place for a moment before he pulls back. He looks up at Bucky as he feels his hand on his head, “Taking your time?”
“What’s the rush?” Sam purrs, voice already a little rough. “I already got you naked.” He licks up the length of Bucky’s cock before he lazily laps his tongue over the head.
Bucky makes soft, sweet moaning noises as Sam teases him, “But what about you?”
“Don’t worry about me, let me take care of you first,” Sam takes Bucky back into his mouth. He grips onto Bucky’s thighs as he bobs his head, messily sucking him. He’s rewarded by sweet moans and breathy chants of his name.
Sam feels Bucky’s legs wrapping tighter around his head, “I’m close Sam.”
Bucky bucks his hips up into Sam’s mouth as he cums, spilling onto Sam’s tongue. Sam focuses on breathing as Bucky gently fucks his mouth through his orgasm. He slowly lets Bucky’s cock fall from his mouth. He looks up at Bucky as he feels his hand cup his face, “Can I see?”. He drags his thumb over Sam’s bottom lip before Sam opens his jaw. Bucky moans at the sight of his cum on Sam’s tongue. “Kiss me?”
Sam smirks, climbing up Bucky’s body to kiss him. Bucky moans into Sam’s mouth as he tastes him on his tongue, he pulls back slightly, “Swallow for me?” Bucky moans softly as he watches him before he’s pulling Sam down for a bruising kiss. He grins as Sam shoves his shoulder to the bed, spreading his thighs for Sam, “I’m all yours.”
Sam grabs the lube, coating his fingers before he rubs Bucky’s hole, “Not too sensitive.”
Bucky shakes his head, “No, I’m good.” He makes a soft noise as he feels Sam’s finger push inside him as Sam kisses and nips the inside of his thigh.
“Do you want to try having your hair pulled?” Sam asks as he adds another finger, scissoring him open.
Bucky’s eyebrows frown at the question but he starts to relax once he remembers. One of the reasons Bucky was growing out his hair again was he enjoyed having his scalp pet, so he asked Sam during one of their phone calls if he’d be interested in pulling his hair. Bucky looks down at Sam, nodding, “Yeah.”
Sam grins against Bucky’s skin before he sucks another mark on Bucky’s thigh, “I wont do it right away, but if I do it and you hate it-”
“Then I’ll speak up, using the colors,” Bucky as his cheeks turn red. He can feel his skin buzzing with excitement.
“Good. Remember this is for you, even if you don’t like it a little bit, we’ll stop,” Sam teases his ring finger against Bucky’s hole before he gently pushes in.
“Sam,” Bucky says a little breathy. He bites his lip as Sam’s eyes shoot up to meet his, “Will you, uh, handle me a bit?”
Sam’s look of concern switches to a smirk, “Roughly?” He keeps eye contact with his boyfriend as he continues to work him open.
Bucky blush deepens, nodding, “Yes.”
Sam kisses the new mark blooming on Bucky’s thigh, “Think you’re almost ready for me, sugar?”
Bucky nods eagerly, “Yes. Please Sam.” He makes a soft noise as Sam pulls his fingers out and then he watches Sam roll a condom onto Bucky’s hardening cock. He spreads his thighs out wide on the sheets as he watches Sam.
Sam quickly pulls down his boxers and puts on a condom as well. As he settles between Bucky’s legs, he squeezes the base of his dick, not wanting to come too soon. He strokes himself after he puts lube on his palm. He lines up his head with Bucky’s hole, looking up to get permission from Bucky, who nods as his hand grabs onto the sheets. Bucky moans out as he feels Sam sink inside him, throwing his vibranium arm over his face. “Fuck, you’re so tight, Buck.”
“You’re just big, sweetheart,” Bucky bites his lip as his body gets used to that familiar stretch.
Sam rubs gently circles along Bucky’s hip bone, “You say that every time.”
“’Cause it’s true,” Bucky lets his left arm fall above his head so he can look at Sam.
Sam’s hands slide down to rub Bucky’s thighs before he responds, “Feels good though?”
Bucky lets out a breathless chuckle, “What a question to ask right now.”
Sam can’t help but laugh as well, “Just checking in.”
“Samuel Thomas Wilson, if you pull out right now, I might actually lose my mind,” Bucky huffs, but there’s no venom in his tone.
Sam chuckles before he grabs Bucky’s thighs and rolls his hips, “Does that mean I can move?”
“Please,” Bucky tries to keep the whine out of his voice.
Sam leans over Bucky’s body to kiss him, smiling into the kiss as he feels Bucky’s legs wrap around him. He smirks as he pulls back, “Don’t worry. I got you, baby.”
Bucky’s blush deepens over his skin, “I know. Now fuck me, Captain.”
Sam almost snorts, grabbing Bucky’s legs as he starts thrusting, “Or I could stare into your pretty ocean eyes all night.”
Bucky lets out a whine mixed with a moan, “Sam.”
“I mean that,” Sam muses as he picks up the pace, “Seeing your eyes makes me feel like I’m home.”
Bucky almost whimpers, as Sam’s cock barely brushes his prostate again, “Sam, please.” He makes a surprise noise as Sam untangles his legs from behind him. Before he can say anything, Sam has pulled out and Bucky’s pushed over onto his stomach. He quickly gets on his hands as Sam grabs his hips. He feels Sam rub the head of his dick against his hole before he sinks into him, “Yes, yes, Sam.”
“Yeah?” Sam smirks, rolling his hips, “Like when I use you like you’re mine?”
“I am yours,” Bucky breathes.
Sam bucks his hips, pushing his dick deeper inside Bucky, “Shit, you can’t talk like that, baby.”
Bucky moans as he pushes his hips back, “I am.” He makes a sweet noise as his ass is slapped before Sam grips onto his hips and starts pounding into him.
“Yeah? No other dick could satisfy you, huh?” Sam pants, one of his hands gliding up Bucky’s toned back.
“Only yours,” Bucky moans out, his heart skipping a beat with excitement as he feels Sam’s hand at the base of his neck. His thoughts go fuzzy as Sam’s fingers glide over his scalp. He lets out a whorish moan as Sam grips onto his hair, feeling his eyes rolls back into his skull. Sam smirks, taking in Bucky’s positive response. He loosens his grip a moment so his hand falls back a bit before he grips onto Bucky’s hair as he pounds into him. “Shit Sam,” Bucky whines as his hands scramble to keep himself up.
“Good baby?” Sam pants, checking in again as he rolls his hips.
“Green, fuck,” Bucky babbles, feeling the breath being pushed from his lungs as Sam grinds his hips against his ass. Sam tightens his grip as Bucky falls onto his chest, “Don’t stop.”
“Yeah? Gonna come like this?” Sam lifts his hips so he can fuck Bucky harder, shoving his hips to the mattress.
“Yes,” Bucky moans out, gripping onto the bedsheets to keep himself in place. He moans into the sheets as Sam abuses his prostate. “ ‘M so close.”
“Fuck, me too, baby,” Sam’s hips starting to lose their rhythm as he also chases his orgasm. Sam reaches his orgasm first, his hips snapping against Bucky’s ass as he cums but keeps his grip onto Bucky’s hair. “Cum for me, Bucky.”
Bucky nearly shouts Sam’s name as he climaxes, spilling into the condom. He whines softly as Sam pulls out so he can lay beside him so they can catch their breath.
Sam smiles as he sees Bucky’s fucked-out blissful face as he turns to look at him. He reaches out to stroke Bucky’s mess hair back, “You’re mine?”
Bucky smiles wide, “This ass is definitely yours,” he teases. “But if you’ll have the rest of me?”
“I wouldn’t want anything else,” Sam smiles as he continues to pet Bucky’s hair back. “You gotta let me tug your hair next time you blow me.”
Bucky can’t help but giggle in response, “Yeah? I think I’d like that.”
Sam sits up to kiss Bucky’s head, “I’ll clean up and then we can cuddle?” Bucky nods, watching Sam get up from the bed and head into the bathroom. He ties off the used condom and throws it away before he grabs a washcloth. He cleans himself off first before he makes sure the cloth is warm for Bucky. He returns to Bucky’s bedside, gently wiping him down and throwing away Bucky’s soiled condom. “Want some water?” Sam offers the bottle of water that was sitting on the nightstand.
Bucky sits up enough to start chugging the water, pulling back after a moment, “Did you want some?”
“I don’t want your backwash, love,” Sam muses as he climbs back into bed.
After Bucky finishes off his water, he lays his head on Sam’s chest. He hums as Sam combs his nails through his hair. “Thank you,” Bucky says softly.
Sam smiles, amused, “For fucking you? You don’t need to thank me for that, sugar.”
Bucky chuckles, “I know that.” He rubs Sam’s stomach. “Thank you for coming to New York to celebrate my birthday.”
Sam continues to run his fingers through Bucky’s hair, “Of course, Buck.”
Bucky rests his hand on Sam’s stomach, his thumb still caressing the skin, “I appreciate you for listening to me. That you listen and understood how important it is to me that you put the proper age on my cake, and for getting me a cake flavor I’ve never had but you’d knew I would like and getting me a small cake so I don’t feel bad eating it,” he chuckles wetly. He sniffles before he continues, “Thank you for giving me a great birthday.”
“All that for pulling your hair during sex?” Sam teases as cups the side of Bucky’s face and wipes away a few of the tears, “Honey bee, you don’t need to thank me for listening to you. You deserve to have your loved ones see and listen to you.”
“I know,” Bucky admits softly, sniffling. “I’m not used to it.”
Sam smiles softly, “Well you better, we have many more birthdays the celebrate.”
“I knew you were trying to get me to cry on my birthday,” Bucky pouts, but smiles as Sam kisses him sweetly.
“I love you, Mon Cher.”
Bucky’s breath catches in his throat, “And I love you, Angel.” He melts into Sam’s touch, relaxing into the mattress.
That is, until they hear a loud popping noise from the living room.
Bucky groans, pushing his face into Sam’s chest, “We gotta get it off her.”
After Bucky makes no effort to move, Sam gently untangles from him. “I’ll get it off her.” He heads to the dresser to pull on a pair of sweatpants before he goes to open the bedroom door.
Alpine dashes in, popped balloon in her mouth as she runs to jump onto the bed. She drops the balloon in front of Bucky as if it’s a fresh mouse kill. Bucky pushes himself up on his forearm, “Thank you, sweetheart.”
Alpine happily chirps at Bucky as Sam walks back to the bed. He scratches her head, “Good girl, now let’s get you your treat.” As Sam heads to the door, Alpine quickly follows behind him for her reward.
Bucky gets up from the bed, stretching before he picks up the balloon carcass. He lazily folds the balloon and shoves it in the nightstand drawer before he slips on a pair of pajama pants. He heads back to the bed, flopping onto his back as he waits.
Sam soon returns to the bedroom, a cup of water in hand, “The balloon didn’t even last a day.” He hands Bucky the glass before he climbs into bed, getting under the covers.
Bucky takes a long drink before he speaks, “She saw it as a threat.”
“It was a baby’s birthday balloon,” Sam muses as Bucky finishes the glass.
“Still, unknown thing in her home,” Bucky sets the glass down on the nightstand. “Must destroy.”
Sam wraps his arm around Bucky after he lays down with him, “Like father like daughter.”
Bucky snorts, “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” He rests his head on Sam’s chest after he lies down. “Good night, Sam.”
Sam yawns before responding, “Good night, Bucky.”