Nothing wrong with the apron we have. As long as Captain America's wearing it, it's a Captain America apron.
[And getting Sam wearing that—and only that—has been a particular goal of Bucky's. But that's not for here or there, not to day, and not a fantasy that he should be indulging when Sam goes and puts himself bodily in Bucky's lap.
His vibranium arm slips around the other man's back almost automatically, supporting him while he unwraps the gift.
His adam's apple bobs a little as he wonders again if this was a good idea, but too late to pull out now. When he sees the contents, smooth silk stockings and lace and mesh garter belt, panties to match, he still finds it pretty damn funny.]
What? I thought you were the one talking up and down about how good you'd look in some fancy underwear.
[Is that exactly how the conversation went? Is Bucky taking comments out of context?
Absolutely.]
You haven't changed your mind about your "assets" have you?
[ It takes Sam a moment to catch up here, still utterly puzzled by this and trying to parse if he should retreat with a solid 'hell no', if he should slide off Bucky's lap and have a more serious and less charged discussion about whether or not Bucky is genuinely asking for a fantasy here, or if he should assume Bucky's looking for the weirdest kind of blackmail material here.
So yeah - it takes him a moment to remember that night, the jokes, the comments muttered in between trying to install a cat door without breaking things.
Finally, he blinks - slow, still somewhat mystified. ]
I feel like you took a real dumb joke and ran some sorta way with it.
[ Dry, but carefully measured in how neutral he sounds. Sam's searching Bucky's eyes for the truth behind a joke that's starting to sound suspiciously like a challenge. He leans back, inspects the package again and trusts Bucky's strength to prevent him from toppling gracelessly to the floor and breaking his neck like an idiot. ]
Babe, there ain't no way I wouldn't just rip this to shreds trying to get it on. Dunno how you of all people in this world missed the fact that I'm packing a lot more bulk than the lovely lady on the box art here...
[ He lightly taps the package against Bucky's forehead, lips curling into a small grin before he uses Bucky's face as a backrest for the package, re-inspecting the images on the front. It is a nice, fancy set of underwear. Upon closer inspection - and with Bucky's face blocked by cardboard - Sam can admit that his boyfriend managed to grab something that looks utterly nice, which feels like way too much genuine effort for a dumb joke. ]
You know damn well I wasn't tryna tell you about some deeply buried fantasy. But I'll say - the point stands: my assets would look fantastic in absolutely anything. Don't come waltzing in here tryna pull a fast one on me - you wouldn't get much of a laugh out of it if I put this on, Buck.
What, you think I don't know to buy something in a larger size? Give me a little credit.
[Bucky's tone is theatrically underappreciated, failing any deep inspection of seriousness. He holds Sam up like he weighs less than that girl on the box, though, adjusting to the shifts in his weight almost unconsciously.
The lingerie is nice though. Bucky didn't skimp on that. Hadn't seemed right to buy something novelty or too jokey in and of itself. It would ruin the presentation. The whole idea was giving Sam something he'd have liked on a pin up back in the war, or imagined under the dress of a taxi dancer. If he'd gone overboard or got something cheap, it wouldn't have the same effect.]
Is this your way of telling me you won't even try it on?
[If it wasn't a challenge before, it's a challenge now. Playful. Good natured. Well intentioned.
But Bucky is absolutely playing a game of chicken with this, and he knows it.
Do I think you have functioning brain cells that can rub together and produce smart life choices? Sure. Do I think you choose to make use of them? Absolutely not.
[ And he shifts the box just so Bucky can see the shit eating grin on Sam's face. Isn't he just oh so clever. And loving. Best boyfriend Bucky's ever had, on account of being the only boyfriend Bucky's ever had, far as Sam's aware at least.
And hmmmm if that casual, careful display of strength doesn't make him feel some sort of way. He wondes if Bucky knows - that it's not so much a physical turn on - even though yes, it's also that - but that Sam goes soft for seeing those small displays and applications of the strength that was forced upon Bucky. When he carries Sam to bed like he weighs nothing. When he lifts Sarah's car to get in unstuck from the mod. When he lets a horde of children use his arm as a monkey bar.
Anything that's so painfully domestic and normal, so very disconnected from violence and fighting even the good fight.
Speaking of... ]
No. [ He lets that hang, weighs his options. Feels like he's gonna regret it - but Bucky is putting down the challenge here, and Sam Wilson has yet to meet a challenge he will not accept. So his grin deepens into a smirk. ] I'm saying you are gonna put this stuff on me. You wanna have a laugh fine - you figure out how all these bits and bobs connect. I only have to look good enough for you to eat your heart out at the end of it.
[Bucky's jaw tightens and he rolls his lip between his teeth, a light in his eyes. Someone who didn't know Bucky so well could be forgiven for mistaking his expression for restrained temper—people who didn't know the difference between Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier, and went for the idea that the man whose lap Sam was currently filling was nothing but a powder keg waiting for a match.
Sam would know Bucky well enough by now to know that he's trying not to laugh so hard he ruins the moment. Is there a part of him ready to dump Sam on the ground for that crack about his common sense? Yeah. But only with the understanding that it's in good fun.
Sam's move with the lingerie stops him though.]
What's the world come to where a man doesn't know what to do with a classy lady's underwear?
[Mocking. Then licking his lips, hie eyes falling the the stockings in their package.]
Only one way to see if I was right about the size, I guess. And if you're admitting you need some help...
[He trails off, then shrugs, his chin jutting forward just slightly.]
You're gonna have to get out of those clothes first.
[ Sam does indeed know Bucky well enough. And his own expression brightens in return, barely concealed excitement lighting up his dark eyes. He loves needling Bucky, truth be told, loves these moments of levity for the two of them. Loves provoking danger they both know doesn't exist. There's just joy here, between the two of them. And Sam likes to think that maybe it feels good for Bucky - fact that Sam trusts him so easily, so casually and so completely. That he feels safe with Bucky, always. ]
Oh, so that's how it is.
[ Sam scoots forwards a bit. Takes their teasing banter and nudges it one step higher on the way to sex. He has no intention of chickening out of anything Bucky puts on the table. ]
Easier ways to get me naked in your lap, Barnes. You coulda just asked me to strip for you.
[ perhaps something Sam will have to pitch to Bucky sometime soon. For Bucky to keep his clothes on and have Sam naked, or barely clothed. Maybe something to explore in greater detail later. For now...
For now Sam rolls his hips a little, rocks into Bucky's lap a little more while stretching and smoothly pulling his shirt over his head. He knows what he looks like, takes pride in his body. LetsBucky just look for a heartbeat or two, allows himself the thrill of enjoying the way Bucky's gaze feels on him.
He struggles to admit it, but there's something about the way Bucky looks at him that just gets to him. Like Sam is something precious. Desired, wanted, beloved. He plants his knees firmly to the side of Bucky's lap and pushes himself up a little, lets Bucky watch as Sam slowly pops the buttong and then lowers the zipper of his jeans. Not quite a strip tease, perhaps, but slow and sensual, giving Bucky plenty of show to enjoy. ]
Watch it there, Wilson. No one calls my boyfriend easy except me.
[Not one to let Sam get the last word. That's part of their patter, the pattern they've fallen into. Part of what keeps Bucky from clamming up in that way that would be so easy for him. When he wants to withdraw, Sam has a way of keeping him engaged.
Keeping him in the here and now.]
Though I have to say, it wasn't all that hard getting you to take off your clothes. Sort of wonder if you were just waiting for the opportunity.
[Bucky shifts somewhat, his hips rocking at the stimulation as Sam squirms in his lap, tantalizing through his pants.
Helpful as always, he takes the gift box in hand and holds it out of Sam's way, watching Sam's little show. If Sam wants to make this into a game? Bucky is more than welcome to let him have his fun.
If a joke turns into a little more? Hey, Bucky's not going to complain.]
Tell me about that boyfriend of yours. Bet he's hot.
[ Sam smirks a little, scooting back to make sure Bucky can't get the friction he's trying to roll into. Not yet. Instead he inches his pants and boxers down, let's Bucky watch a bit more. ]
Honestly, you should be so lucky. Now, I would happily walk around the house baked all day... but you would be useless if I did that. More so than you usually are in the house, Mr Water Pie.
[ Sam sighs, as if oh so beleaguered. Takes Bucky's hands and guides them further around his waist to the small of his back. And then down a little, trying to get Bucky to get involved in the act of undressing Sam.
Maybe he's also trying to get the package back while he's at it.
What? They're both 12, it's fine. ]
I guess being naked around you isn't the worst thing in the world though. You mostly know what to do with a hot naked man in your lap.
Oh, really fucking hot. Fit. Great arms. Great ass. [Bucky craned his neck to kiss Sam's shoulder. There's a little teeth in it, not quite a nibble, playfully sharp.] It's just a shame about the rest of him.
[Can't compliment Sam too much. There's no doubt it would go to his head.
Or something like that.]
But if I'm so useless, I guess you can fix the toilet the next time your old pipes decide to give up the ghost.
[At the moment, though, it seems like Bucky would have to be an octopus to have enough arms to keep up with everything that's happening, juggling the gift box with its hosery inside away from Sam while Sam is trying to get him involed in undressing.
It's not their most dignified encounters, that's for sure.
That's also part of the appeal. The playfulness. The opportunity to relax with each other.]
I thought I was supposed to be helping you get dressed. Not undressed. Did I misunderstand the mission objectives here, Sam?
But I like it when you fix things around the house.
[ That's a bit deliberate. Sam knows Bucky's taste can be a little old fashioned, and doesn't mind it. It's tribute to a different time Bucky grew up in. Sam has picked up on the fact that Bucky has a bit of a thing for a certain fantasy of life. Sam doesn't think that Bucky wants Sam to be his wife, but he's aware that Bucky gets a particularly fond look in his face when he can fix something while Sam is making them dinner.
And it IS nice. They're partners, they're not falling into dumb gender roles. But Sam highly suspects that Bucky just gently yearns for the type of relationship he never got to have.
It's why Sam has ordered an old school record player and a few vinyls from an antique store all the way in New York. Intends to slow dance with his man.
But also...
He presses his lips to Bucky's temple, then cups his face, kisses his lips. Barely contains the troll expression on his face in order to feign sincerity. ]
Especially the pipes. Love your pipe work. Love how you handle your old pipe. You can lay pipe here any time, babe.
[ He almost manages not to crack up. Almost.
This is Bucky's own fault, really. He chose this for himself. He looked at Sam and thought 'yes, that one'. Probably all that brain damage.
Sam just grins and squished Bucky's pretty face a little. waggles his eyebrows.
[It's absolutely not that Bucky is trying to fit them into gender roles—him being the man in the relationship, and that making Sam the woman. That being said (or unsaid, as the case may be), there was still the fact that Bucky didn't much know how to be anything but the man in a relationship.
He'd been instilled with certain skills and certain values, certain ideas about what kind of things made him valuable... and then all of that had been pushed to the side as the Winter Soldier. The only thing HYDRA has valued him for was his efficiency as a killer.
So now, with Sam, living out in the real world, it was nice to be able to dust off some of those old skills and to repurpose some of his new ones, to use his strength in ways that didn't hurt anyone. If that meant fixing a car or helping a neighbor with their porch, or banging the shit out of some plumbing that was probably nearly as old as he was, then he welcomed it. It satisfied a need that had been neglected for a long time.
Not so dissimilar to how being in a relationship, fooling around, making someone else feel good, satisfied a need in him.
He kissed Sam back with equal passion, even if he wasn't so easily knocked off mission as all that.]
I thought you were supposed to be getting dressed, Wilson.
[Mock serious. He barely tries to hide his smile now.]
[ And because Sam can be a little brat when he wants to be (which is basically all the time, for the record), he doesn't move yet - just steals another kiss from Bucky's mouth. Nips at his bottom lip a little when he finally pulls back and slides off of Bucky's lap.
He suspects Bucky's only in such a hurry because he knows that in order to even stand a chance of getting into that ridiculous slip of nothing he bought, Sam has to get undressed. And that means Bucky gets to sit in that armchair and enjoy the hell out of the view.
Good thing Sam loves that asshole and does occasionally want him to have nice things. Like Sam. Sam is a very nice thing to have.
He turns around after getting up, busying himself with his pants. And when he pushes them down in one smooth motion along with his underwear, showing some of his flexibility by bending forwards with his legs straight so he can get his shoes and socks off without giving up the position. Without robbing Bucky of his very nice view. When he finally straightens, he's fully and quite shamelessly naked, and looks over his shoulder with a small smirk. ]
I think we're ready for you to get to work. So - how do you want me?
[Bucky quips back, looping his fingers through the black lace panties inside of the gift box. His eyes don't leave Sam, though, roving over his body from his shit-eating grin to his toned body, the curve of his ass.
There's a lot there worth looking at.]
How about if we start one leg at a time. Right foot.
[Bucky holds out his left hand expectantly, his roaming gaze settling on Sam's face finally as he does, locking on those clear brown eyes.]
Since you need help with this. You'll have to tell me if it fits.
[This particular case won't, but trying to get Sam's cock to lay in the tight lacey cradle will be part of the fun.]
Didn't even try to cop a feel. What's the point of having an old man if he ain't that kinda dirty?
[ Sam scoffs, acting put off. ]
And then you give me that cold ass hand. Dick.
[ as if they don't both know Sam enjoys the contrast of warm flesh and cooler metal. As if Bucky couldn't get him going trailing metal fingers over naked skin.
At least he gets to show off his fit he is though. Perfectly balanced as he gets his right foot up and into Bucky's expectant hold, arms lightly crossed. Sam doesn't wobble. He does watch Bucky's face though, curious about what he's gonna find there when things get going. ]
Don't tip me over for a laugh. I'll just get dressed and we both know you like me better naked.
'Cause he's old enough to know how to wait for his goddamn moment.
[Bucky fires back without missing a beat, not even bothering to hide his smile as he takes Sam's ankle in hand. He an sort of feel it in his left, an upgrade with the Vibranium arm. It's not the same as his right hand—even Shuri hadn't been able to give him the sense of warmth and texture that came with human skin and nerves—but there was still something thrilling about being able to feel the pressure at all.
Good to his tease, he takes his time as he slips the panties over Sam's foot and part way up his leg.
Despite his joking, he's careful with the delicate lace garment, and he's careful with same as he maneuvers him into the underwear. First one foot, then the other, then slowly easing them up over Same's thighs.
[ It's comfortable, this. Surprisingly so given the main task at hand. But bickering with Bucky, throwing quips and teases back and forth whether they're fighting aliens, buying and working on a cozy little fixer upper to move into, or getting down and dirty... it's second nature to them. It's where Sam feels comfortable and unguarded.
Still, Sam has to close his eyes for a moment when Bucky slides the delicate lace over Sam's ankles, up his calves and over strong thighs. There's something strangely intimate to the process that has nothing to do with the fact that Sam's naked.
And Sam feels more naked once he's as comfortably nestled inside the panties as possible, strangely enough. He can honestly say that in all his life he's probably never worn underwear as pricey as he imagines this must have been, nor anything at all remotely this delicate.
He finds it strangely difficult to look at Bucky, too. Is in no hurry to check if there's laughter in his eyes, because Sam knows despite the surprisingly good fit, he must look ridiculous... right?
Sam swallows, eyes trailing down to Bucky's fingertips stipp resting on the edge of black lace on black skin. It's not cold, but Sam shivers, just a little. Tries to crack a joke despite how dry his throat is all of a sudden. ]
See, now, I know half my ass is hanging out of these... but we ain't done yet, right?
[ There was more to the set than just panties, after all. ]
They're not boxer shorts, Sam. Your ass is just as covered as it's supposed to be.
[Despite the griping and the impatience, Bucky takes a moment to brush his thumbs over Sam's hips, as though smoothing invisible wrinkles out of the stretched-taut garment.
If Sam did look, he wouldn't see laughter in Bucky's face or shining in his eyes. The gleam there has a very different heat to it.]
And if you keep rushing me like this, I'm gonna think you're in a hurry. What's up, you think you might like this?
[There's a little catch in Bucky's own voice as he makes the accusation. Not so weird, is it? This might be a gag, but he's still running his hands over his... his what? His boyfriend? His lover? Whatever Sam is, he's Bucky's and he's very, very attractive. Underwear or no.
The cut lines of his obliques and the suggestion of definition in his abs make an interesting counterpoint to the delicate lace.]
Foot.
[Because if they're going to do this, they might as well do it, right?]
[ Sam sends a few desperate prayers to a variety of powers that be to thank them for his poker face, although he's half convinced Bucky must be able to hear that faint uptick in his heartbeat, and the way his breath almost catches in his throat, but doesn't quite. As it is, Sam remains outwardly calm. Unable to look away from the way Bucky smoothing his thumbs over the delicate lace. As if it ain't just the lace that's delicate.
As if Sam is...
He scoffs, suddenly self-conscious. Still can't make himself search Bucky's eyes even as he places a foot in his lap for the stockings.
Feels like he is what's delicate about the situation, and doesn't understand why that doesn't seem like a bad thing. ]
You ain't exactly running to the hills at the thought. How annoyed are you that you're just gonna prove me right? This is gonna end with you admitting I look damn fine, even in this.
[ Maybe especially in...
No. He's not letting himself go there. Absolutely not. ]
Never said you didn't look good. I wouldn't put up with you if you didn't.
[Turning the jab around on Sam.]
I'm not fucking you because you're troll, Sam. Keep up.
[The words come out brusque, the same shit-talking patter that he's engaged in since he was a kid, picking fights with Steve in Brooklyn, and that he'd exercised in the army. Of course, he was never sleeping with the guys he talked shit with then, but the skill was the same. That particular kind of male single sex intimacy.
It's at odds with how gentle his hands are as he caresses Sam's leg, unrolling the smooth stocking over the other man's ankle, over his calf, stretching across firm muscle and rich, dark skin.
Bucky's throat tightened.
Why wouldn't it? Nothing to do with the stocking specifically, it's just that having his hands all over Sam like this, of course the blood was going to go south.
He sucked his teeth discreetly, working some moisture back into his mouth.]
You didn't think your personality was your best feature, did you?
How you gonna judge a personality when your cyborg gears keep rusting, Buck?
[ Sam wobbles a little, but catches his balance quickly. Absentmindedly rubs his foot against Bucky's thigh a little. Tries to avoid implying that Bucky doesn't have a personality, because some things toe the line to cruelty a little too hard, and he never wants to go there with Bucky. The needling works because he treats Bucky like a person with it, doesn't show him endless buckets of fear and pity. Doesn't reduce him to the worst things that have happened to him - and that he did, as a result.
The needling is to remind Bucky that he's just a dude, at the end of the day. An annoying dude with a staring problem who somehow wormed his way into Sam's heart like a persistent weed.
Stockings feel strange, Sam decides. Has the very weird thought that this might be better with shaved legs, but even with a hair here or there catching oddly, mostly he can feel how surprisingly cool and silky smooth they feel on his skin. Bucky's touch helps that sensation, of course.
There's a strange intimacy here, in this supposed joke. Sam wonders if they're taking it too far. Worries about how okay he feels with it all, when he's not sure what Bucky's endgame is here. ]
If you mostly put up with me for my looks, I'll have you know you're not bringing enough flowers and money home to earn yourself a trophy wife. That's a put up or shut up kinda deal, man.
C'mon, Sam, we both know you're not interested in my fat veterans pension.
[It is a little different from a woman's legs. The shape is more muscular than any girl Bucky's been with, and Sam's hair is thicker, catching here and there, but the little snags, the interruptions add a certain character.
Bucky wouldn't say it's better than a woman, but it is better than he expected.
Sexier.
But he'll be damned if he'll out and admit that here. He focuses on pulling the stocking up Sam's thigh, smoothing the top edge over skin.]
But it is rude pretending I don't bring you any gifts. See this? This is a gift.
[Running his hands down Sam's stocking leg pointedly as he releases his foot.]
Even if I'm pretty sure the real reason you like me is because no one else could ball your brains out like I do.
Yeah yeah, Buck. I'm more interested in your fat veteran penis than the fat veteran pension. Happy?
[ He makes a face somewhere between a grimace at how happy he is to join the vulgarity to hide softer emotions. They say I love you by discussing just how hard and long Bucky can fuck Sam, and how much Sam loves it. That's just how they roll.
Sam hesitates for a moment, doesn't pull away to offer the other leg just yet. ]
You're lucky I'm really into bad ideas.
[ Meaning Bucky. Perhaps also meaning...
Sam reaches out, catches Bucky's hand before he can pull it away fully. Guides it back to his leg. To the edge of the stocking, until he feels fingertips at the top edge of the silky fabric. Just looks down at Bucky's pale hand on his dark skin, the stockings adding a level of dizzying, unspoken potential that Sam can't pinpoint yet. Feels a bit like freefall, and when has he ever shied away from that? ]
You ain't laughing at this yet.
[ Just a careful observation, that as he lets go for Bucky's hand again. Leaves him to decide if he wants to run his hand over Sam's leg again. ]
[What part was supposed to be funny? He's having a little trouble remembering what the joke was here, exactly.
He knew Sam's face when he saw the lingerie was part of it, and that had been funny. The challenge. After that, it was all a game of chicken, pushing each other, seeing when the other would turn.
We'd pull away first.
Just they were both too stupid for that, to know when to swerve...
And Sam looked damn good. Bucky smoothed his fingers over the lace again.]
Because neither of them is laughing. There's just this nervous but not entirely unpleasant energy between them. Like they're both waiting for the other to flinch first. Like they both aren't sure whether they want the other to flinch at all.
Sam's mouth feels dry. ]
Yeah. I mean, wouldn't wanna half-ass it.
[ And perhaps he shivers a little when Bucky smoothes his fingers over the lace again. Perhaps he doesn't hide it so well. There's something about the way this feels on his skin. Something about the way Bucky's touching him right now.
There's something here he's not sure how to put his finger on. ]
[Bucky licks his lips as he reaches for the belt—the last bit. Then he frowns a little, taking in the image—not just taking, but drinking, really letting it sink into his brain.
Should Sam look so good in these?]
Should have got you a pair of heels too.
[He mutters the words, not quite making the comment stick like be wants to.
He loops the belt around Sam's waist, narrow in relation to his shoulders and chest, and above the curve of the other man's ass. Careful as he manipulates the flimsy material, closing the tiny hook-and-eye closures one at a time.]
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[And getting Sam wearing that—and only that—has been a particular goal of Bucky's. But that's not for here or there, not to day, and not a fantasy that he should be indulging when Sam goes and puts himself bodily in Bucky's lap.
His vibranium arm slips around the other man's back almost automatically, supporting him while he unwraps the gift.
His adam's apple bobs a little as he wonders again if this was a good idea, but too late to pull out now. When he sees the contents, smooth silk stockings and lace and mesh garter belt, panties to match, he still finds it pretty damn funny.]
What? I thought you were the one talking up and down about how good you'd look in some fancy underwear.
[Is that exactly how the conversation went? Is Bucky taking comments out of context?
Absolutely.]
You haven't changed your mind about your "assets" have you?
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So yeah - it takes him a moment to remember that night, the jokes, the comments muttered in between trying to install a cat door without breaking things.
Finally, he blinks - slow, still somewhat mystified. ]
I feel like you took a real dumb joke and ran some sorta way with it.
[ Dry, but carefully measured in how neutral he sounds. Sam's searching Bucky's eyes for the truth behind a joke that's starting to sound suspiciously like a challenge. He leans back, inspects the package again and trusts Bucky's strength to prevent him from toppling gracelessly to the floor and breaking his neck like an idiot. ]
Babe, there ain't no way I wouldn't just rip this to shreds trying to get it on. Dunno how you of all people in this world missed the fact that I'm packing a lot more bulk than the lovely lady on the box art here...
[ He lightly taps the package against Bucky's forehead, lips curling into a small grin before he uses Bucky's face as a backrest for the package, re-inspecting the images on the front. It is a nice, fancy set of underwear. Upon closer inspection - and with Bucky's face blocked by cardboard - Sam can admit that his boyfriend managed to grab something that looks utterly nice, which feels like way too much genuine effort for a dumb joke. ]
You know damn well I wasn't tryna tell you about some deeply buried fantasy. But I'll say - the point stands: my assets would look fantastic in absolutely anything. Don't come waltzing in here tryna pull a fast one on me - you wouldn't get much of a laugh out of it if I put this on, Buck.
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[Bucky's tone is theatrically underappreciated, failing any deep inspection of seriousness. He holds Sam up like he weighs less than that girl on the box, though, adjusting to the shifts in his weight almost unconsciously.
The lingerie is nice though. Bucky didn't skimp on that. Hadn't seemed right to buy something novelty or too jokey in and of itself. It would ruin the presentation. The whole idea was giving Sam something he'd have liked on a pin up back in the war, or imagined under the dress of a taxi dancer. If he'd gone overboard or got something cheap, it wouldn't have the same effect.]
Is this your way of telling me you won't even try it on?
[If it wasn't a challenge before, it's a challenge now. Playful. Good natured. Well intentioned.
But Bucky is absolutely playing a game of chicken with this, and he knows it.
From how it sounds, he's going to win.]
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[ And he shifts the box just so Bucky can see the shit eating grin on Sam's face. Isn't he just oh so clever. And loving. Best boyfriend Bucky's ever had, on account of being the only boyfriend Bucky's ever had, far as Sam's aware at least.
And hmmmm if that casual, careful display of strength doesn't make him feel some sort of way. He wondes if Bucky knows - that it's not so much a physical turn on - even though yes, it's also that - but that Sam goes soft for seeing those small displays and applications of the strength that was forced upon Bucky. When he carries Sam to bed like he weighs nothing. When he lifts Sarah's car to get in unstuck from the mod. When he lets a horde of children use his arm as a monkey bar.
Anything that's so painfully domestic and normal, so very disconnected from violence and fighting even the good fight.
Speaking of... ]
No. [ He lets that hang, weighs his options. Feels like he's gonna regret it - but Bucky is putting down the challenge here, and Sam Wilson has yet to meet a challenge he will not accept. So his grin deepens into a smirk. ] I'm saying you are gonna put this stuff on me. You wanna have a laugh fine - you figure out how all these bits and bobs connect. I only have to look good enough for you to eat your heart out at the end of it.
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Sam would know Bucky well enough by now to know that he's trying not to laugh so hard he ruins the moment. Is there a part of him ready to dump Sam on the ground for that crack about his common sense? Yeah. But only with the understanding that it's in good fun.
Sam's move with the lingerie stops him though.]
What's the world come to where a man doesn't know what to do with a classy lady's underwear?
[Mocking. Then licking his lips, hie eyes falling the the stockings in their package.]
Only one way to see if I was right about the size, I guess. And if you're admitting you need some help...
[He trails off, then shrugs, his chin jutting forward just slightly.]
You're gonna have to get out of those clothes first.
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Oh, so that's how it is.
[ Sam scoots forwards a bit. Takes their teasing banter and nudges it one step higher on the way to sex. He has no intention of chickening out of anything Bucky puts on the table. ]
Easier ways to get me naked in your lap, Barnes. You coulda just asked me to strip for you.
[ perhaps something Sam will have to pitch to Bucky sometime soon. For Bucky to keep his clothes on and have Sam naked, or barely clothed. Maybe something to explore in greater detail later. For now...
For now Sam rolls his hips a little, rocks into Bucky's lap a little more while stretching and smoothly pulling his shirt over his head. He knows what he looks like, takes pride in his body. LetsBucky just look for a heartbeat or two, allows himself the thrill of enjoying the way Bucky's gaze feels on him.
He struggles to admit it, but there's something about the way Bucky looks at him that just gets to him. Like Sam is something precious. Desired, wanted, beloved. He plants his knees firmly to the side of Bucky's lap and pushes himself up a little, lets Bucky watch as Sam slowly pops the buttong and then lowers the zipper of his jeans. Not quite a strip tease, perhaps, but slow and sensual, giving Bucky plenty of show to enjoy. ]
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[Not one to let Sam get the last word. That's part of their patter, the pattern they've fallen into. Part of what keeps Bucky from clamming up in that way that would be so easy for him. When he wants to withdraw, Sam has a way of keeping him engaged.
Keeping him in the here and now.]
Though I have to say, it wasn't all that hard getting you to take off your clothes. Sort of wonder if you were just waiting for the opportunity.
[Bucky shifts somewhat, his hips rocking at the stimulation as Sam squirms in his lap, tantalizing through his pants.
Helpful as always, he takes the gift box in hand and holds it out of Sam's way, watching Sam's little show. If Sam wants to make this into a game? Bucky is more than welcome to let him have his fun.
If a joke turns into a little more? Hey, Bucky's not going to complain.]
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[ Sam smirks a little, scooting back to make sure Bucky can't get the friction he's trying to roll into. Not yet. Instead he inches his pants and boxers down, let's Bucky watch a bit more. ]
Honestly, you should be so lucky. Now, I would happily walk around the house baked all day... but you would be useless if I did that. More so than you usually are in the house, Mr Water Pie.
[ Sam sighs, as if oh so beleaguered. Takes Bucky's hands and guides them further around his waist to the small of his back. And then down a little, trying to get Bucky to get involved in the act of undressing Sam.
Maybe he's also trying to get the package back while he's at it.
What? They're both 12, it's fine. ]
I guess being naked around you isn't the worst thing in the world though. You mostly know what to do with a hot naked man in your lap.
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[Can't compliment Sam too much. There's no doubt it would go to his head.
Or something like that.]
But if I'm so useless, I guess you can fix the toilet the next time your old pipes decide to give up the ghost.
[At the moment, though, it seems like Bucky would have to be an octopus to have enough arms to keep up with everything that's happening, juggling the gift box with its hosery inside away from Sam while Sam is trying to get him involed in undressing.
It's not their most dignified encounters, that's for sure.
That's also part of the appeal. The playfulness. The opportunity to relax with each other.]
I thought I was supposed to be helping you get dressed. Not undressed. Did I misunderstand the mission objectives here, Sam?
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[ That's a bit deliberate. Sam knows Bucky's taste can be a little old fashioned, and doesn't mind it. It's tribute to a different time Bucky grew up in. Sam has picked up on the fact that Bucky has a bit of a thing for a certain fantasy of life. Sam doesn't think that Bucky wants Sam to be his wife, but he's aware that Bucky gets a particularly fond look in his face when he can fix something while Sam is making them dinner.
And it IS nice. They're partners, they're not falling into dumb gender roles. But Sam highly suspects that Bucky just gently yearns for the type of relationship he never got to have.
It's why Sam has ordered an old school record player and a few vinyls from an antique store all the way in New York. Intends to slow dance with his man.
But also...
He presses his lips to Bucky's temple, then cups his face, kisses his lips. Barely contains the troll expression on his face in order to feign sincerity. ]
Especially the pipes. Love your pipe work. Love how you handle your old pipe. You can lay pipe here any time, babe.
[ He almost manages not to crack up. Almost.
This is Bucky's own fault, really. He chose this for himself. He looked at Sam and thought 'yes, that one'. Probably all that brain damage.
Sam just grins and squished Bucky's pretty face a little. waggles his eyebrows.
What were they doing again? ]
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He'd been instilled with certain skills and certain values, certain ideas about what kind of things made him valuable... and then all of that had been pushed to the side as the Winter Soldier. The only thing HYDRA has valued him for was his efficiency as a killer.
So now, with Sam, living out in the real world, it was nice to be able to dust off some of those old skills and to repurpose some of his new ones, to use his strength in ways that didn't hurt anyone. If that meant fixing a car or helping a neighbor with their porch, or banging the shit out of some plumbing that was probably nearly as old as he was, then he welcomed it. It satisfied a need that had been neglected for a long time.
Not so dissimilar to how being in a relationship, fooling around, making someone else feel good, satisfied a need in him.
He kissed Sam back with equal passion, even if he wasn't so easily knocked off mission as all that.]
I thought you were supposed to be getting dressed, Wilson.
[Mock serious. He barely tries to hide his smile now.]
Did you want me to help you or not.
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[ And because Sam can be a little brat when he wants to be (which is basically all the time, for the record), he doesn't move yet - just steals another kiss from Bucky's mouth. Nips at his bottom lip a little when he finally pulls back and slides off of Bucky's lap.
He suspects Bucky's only in such a hurry because he knows that in order to even stand a chance of getting into that ridiculous slip of nothing he bought, Sam has to get undressed. And that means Bucky gets to sit in that armchair and enjoy the hell out of the view.
Good thing Sam loves that asshole and does occasionally want him to have nice things. Like Sam. Sam is a very nice thing to have.
He turns around after getting up, busying himself with his pants. And when he pushes them down in one smooth motion along with his underwear, showing some of his flexibility by bending forwards with his legs straight so he can get his shoes and socks off without giving up the position. Without robbing Bucky of his very nice view. When he finally straightens, he's fully and quite shamelessly naked, and looks over his shoulder with a small smirk. ]
I think we're ready for you to get to work. So - how do you want me?
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[Bucky quips back, looping his fingers through the black lace panties inside of the gift box. His eyes don't leave Sam, though, roving over his body from his shit-eating grin to his toned body, the curve of his ass.
There's a lot there worth looking at.]
How about if we start one leg at a time. Right foot.
[Bucky holds out his left hand expectantly, his roaming gaze settling on Sam's face finally as he does, locking on those clear brown eyes.]
Since you need help with this. You'll have to tell me if it fits.
[This particular case won't, but trying to get Sam's cock to lay in the tight lacey cradle will be part of the fun.]
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[ Sam scoffs, acting put off. ]
And then you give me that cold ass hand. Dick.
[ as if they don't both know Sam enjoys the contrast of warm flesh and cooler metal. As if Bucky couldn't get him going trailing metal fingers over naked skin.
At least he gets to show off his fit he is though. Perfectly balanced as he gets his right foot up and into Bucky's expectant hold, arms lightly crossed. Sam doesn't wobble. He does watch Bucky's face though, curious about what he's gonna find there when things get going. ]
Don't tip me over for a laugh. I'll just get dressed and we both know you like me better naked.
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[Bucky fires back without missing a beat, not even bothering to hide his smile as he takes Sam's ankle in hand. He an sort of feel it in his left, an upgrade with the Vibranium arm. It's not the same as his right hand—even Shuri hadn't been able to give him the sense of warmth and texture that came with human skin and nerves—but there was still something thrilling about being able to feel the pressure at all.
Good to his tease, he takes his time as he slips the panties over Sam's foot and part way up his leg.
Despite his joking, he's careful with the delicate lace garment, and he's careful with same as he maneuvers him into the underwear. First one foot, then the other, then slowly easing them up over Same's thighs.
It's a tight fit, but not too small.]
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[ It's comfortable, this. Surprisingly so given the main task at hand. But bickering with Bucky, throwing quips and teases back and forth whether they're fighting aliens, buying and working on a cozy little fixer upper to move into, or getting down and dirty... it's second nature to them. It's where Sam feels comfortable and unguarded.
Still, Sam has to close his eyes for a moment when Bucky slides the delicate lace over Sam's ankles, up his calves and over strong thighs. There's something strangely intimate to the process that has nothing to do with the fact that Sam's naked.
And Sam feels more naked once he's as comfortably nestled inside the panties as possible, strangely enough. He can honestly say that in all his life he's probably never worn underwear as pricey as he imagines this must have been, nor anything at all remotely this delicate.
He finds it strangely difficult to look at Bucky, too. Is in no hurry to check if there's laughter in his eyes, because Sam knows despite the surprisingly good fit, he must look ridiculous... right?
Sam swallows, eyes trailing down to Bucky's fingertips stipp resting on the edge of black lace on black skin. It's not cold, but Sam shivers, just a little. Tries to crack a joke despite how dry his throat is all of a sudden. ]
See, now, I know half my ass is hanging out of these... but we ain't done yet, right?
[ There was more to the set than just panties, after all. ]
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[Despite the griping and the impatience, Bucky takes a moment to brush his thumbs over Sam's hips, as though smoothing invisible wrinkles out of the stretched-taut garment.
If Sam did look, he wouldn't see laughter in Bucky's face or shining in his eyes. The gleam there has a very different heat to it.]
And if you keep rushing me like this, I'm gonna think you're in a hurry. What's up, you think you might like this?
[There's a little catch in Bucky's own voice as he makes the accusation. Not so weird, is it? This might be a gag, but he's still running his hands over his... his what? His boyfriend? His lover? Whatever Sam is, he's Bucky's and he's very, very attractive. Underwear or no.
The cut lines of his obliques and the suggestion of definition in his abs make an interesting counterpoint to the delicate lace.]
Foot.
[Because if they're going to do this, they might as well do it, right?]
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As if Sam is...
He scoffs, suddenly self-conscious. Still can't make himself search Bucky's eyes even as he places a foot in his lap for the stockings.
Feels like he is what's delicate about the situation, and doesn't understand why that doesn't seem like a bad thing. ]
You ain't exactly running to the hills at the thought. How annoyed are you that you're just gonna prove me right? This is gonna end with you admitting I look damn fine, even in this.
[ Maybe especially in...
No. He's not letting himself go there. Absolutely not. ]
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[Turning the jab around on Sam.]
I'm not fucking you because you're troll, Sam. Keep up.
[The words come out brusque, the same shit-talking patter that he's engaged in since he was a kid, picking fights with Steve in Brooklyn, and that he'd exercised in the army. Of course, he was never sleeping with the guys he talked shit with then, but the skill was the same. That particular kind of male single sex intimacy.
It's at odds with how gentle his hands are as he caresses Sam's leg, unrolling the smooth stocking over the other man's ankle, over his calf, stretching across firm muscle and rich, dark skin.
Bucky's throat tightened.
Why wouldn't it? Nothing to do with the stocking specifically, it's just that having his hands all over Sam like this, of course the blood was going to go south.
He sucked his teeth discreetly, working some moisture back into his mouth.]
You didn't think your personality was your best feature, did you?
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[ Sam wobbles a little, but catches his balance quickly. Absentmindedly rubs his foot against Bucky's thigh a little. Tries to avoid implying that Bucky doesn't have a personality, because some things toe the line to cruelty a little too hard, and he never wants to go there with Bucky. The needling works because he treats Bucky like a person with it, doesn't show him endless buckets of fear and pity. Doesn't reduce him to the worst things that have happened to him - and that he did, as a result.
The needling is to remind Bucky that he's just a dude, at the end of the day. An annoying dude with a staring problem who somehow wormed his way into Sam's heart like a persistent weed.
Stockings feel strange, Sam decides. Has the very weird thought that this might be better with shaved legs, but even with a hair here or there catching oddly, mostly he can feel how surprisingly cool and silky smooth they feel on his skin. Bucky's touch helps that sensation, of course.
There's a strange intimacy here, in this supposed joke. Sam wonders if they're taking it too far. Worries about how okay he feels with it all, when he's not sure what Bucky's endgame is here. ]
If you mostly put up with me for my looks, I'll have you know you're not bringing enough flowers and money home to earn yourself a trophy wife. That's a put up or shut up kinda deal, man.
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[It is a little different from a woman's legs. The shape is more muscular than any girl Bucky's been with, and Sam's hair is thicker, catching here and there, but the little snags, the interruptions add a certain character.
Bucky wouldn't say it's better than a woman, but it is better than he expected.
Sexier.
But he'll be damned if he'll out and admit that here. He focuses on pulling the stocking up Sam's thigh, smoothing the top edge over skin.]
But it is rude pretending I don't bring you any gifts. See this? This is a gift.
[Running his hands down Sam's stocking leg pointedly as he releases his foot.]
Even if I'm pretty sure the real reason you like me is because no one else could ball your brains out like I do.
[Would Bucky hide behind vulgarity?
The answer to that should be obvious.]
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[ He makes a face somewhere between a grimace at how happy he is to join the vulgarity to hide softer emotions. They say I love you by discussing just how hard and long Bucky can fuck Sam, and how much Sam loves it. That's just how they roll.
Sam hesitates for a moment, doesn't pull away to offer the other leg just yet. ]
You're lucky I'm really into bad ideas.
[ Meaning Bucky. Perhaps also meaning...
Sam reaches out, catches Bucky's hand before he can pull it away fully. Guides it back to his leg. To the edge of the stocking, until he feels fingertips at the top edge of the silky fabric. Just looks down at Bucky's pale hand on his dark skin, the stockings adding a level of dizzying, unspoken potential that Sam can't pinpoint yet. Feels a bit like freefall, and when has he ever shied away from that? ]
You ain't laughing at this yet.
[ Just a careful observation, that as he lets go for Bucky's hand again. Leaves him to decide if he wants to run his hand over Sam's leg again. ]
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[What part was supposed to be funny? He's having a little trouble remembering what the joke was here, exactly.
He knew Sam's face when he saw the lingerie was part of it, and that had been funny. The challenge. After that, it was all a game of chicken, pushing each other, seeing when the other would turn.
We'd pull away first.
Just they were both too stupid for that, to know when to swerve...
And Sam looked damn good. Bucky smoothed his fingers over the lace again.]
There's still the garters.
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Because neither of them is laughing. There's just this nervous but not entirely unpleasant energy between them. Like they're both waiting for the other to flinch first. Like they both aren't sure whether they want the other to flinch at all.
Sam's mouth feels dry. ]
Yeah. I mean, wouldn't wanna half-ass it.
[ And perhaps he shivers a little when Bucky smoothes his fingers over the lace again. Perhaps he doesn't hide it so well. There's something about the way this feels on his skin. Something about the way Bucky's touching him right now.
There's something here he's not sure how to put his finger on. ]
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Should Sam look so good in these?]
Should have got you a pair of heels too.
[He mutters the words, not quite making the comment stick like be wants to.
He loops the belt around Sam's waist, narrow in relation to his shoulders and chest, and above the curve of the other man's ass. Careful as he manipulates the flimsy material, closing the tiny hook-and-eye closures one at a time.]
Don't wiggle.