Avengers oneshots (Mostly SamBucky)

Just stick to James

(SamBucky smut. Read at your own risk)

With renewed motivation, Sam wrapped himself against Bucky. He touched Bucky's face with his right hand and traced his lower lip with his thumb. He traced it halfway back before pulling his lower lip down and pushing his thumb into Bucky's mouth.

Bucky took the hint and sucked onto it. They stared at each other. Something they had done a lot of times before, but this time Sam wasn't trying to be funny or Bucky wasn't trying to make this a competition. It was just natural.

"Let's go back." Sam whispered.

"Did you find someone?" Bucky smirked.

"I don't know, you tell me." Sam retorted as he nibbled on Bucky's earlobe.

Bucky sucked in a deep breath. He grabbed Sam's hand and they made their way out of the club. He wanted to hold and kiss Sam right there but he knew better than that.

Luckily Sam was mostly sobber, so the ride back wasn't going to be that dangerous. Bucky got in the front and Sam sat backseat. He wrapped his arms around Bucky and they rode back. Bucky being a much better motorcyclist meant that there were no more life threatening accidents.

After they entered Bucky's apartment and locked the door, Sam pushed the supersoldier against the wall and pulled him in for a kiss. Bucky grabbed Sam's face pulling him as close to himself as possible.

As they pulled back for air, Bucky softly said, "Sam you're drunk, I don't want you to regret this."

"I'm tipsy. It's not the same."

"Sam. Think about this. You hate me, remember?"

Sam sighed. "I don't know what you want me to do, recite the alphabet backwards? I can't even do that sober. And you actually believe that I hate you? How the hell do you stare at me so much and still think that?"

Bucky pressed his lips into a thin line. "So you don't hate me?"

"No, of course not. You're annoying, that's for sure. But I don't hate you."

"Cool."

"Nope, hot. I'm literally on fire right now, so take that shirt off and kiss me or I swear to god, I'll rip it off."

Bucky grinned at the agressive tone and took his shirt off at the same time as Sam did his. They pulled each other into another kiss. Once they pulled back again, Sam began kissing Bucky's jaw.

Bucky's mouth and jaw felt sticky and he felt hot. He felt Sam's kisses all over neck and chest. He felt Sam mouth on his nipple. Sam held it between his teeth for a second before letting it go and licking and sucking all over his chest. Bucky had to hold on to Sam's shoulder to not buckle. He closed his eyes as he felt his partner fall to his knees.

Sam ignored the pain in his shoulder. Bucky's grip hurt but in that moment, the lust hazed his mind. As he fell to his knees, he tugged at Bucky's belt. He undid his jeans and pulled his shorts down.

"Look at me, Buck."

Bucky opened his eyes in a shock and groaned, "Don't call me that, not now. It's weird."

"That's your name. What do you want me to call you, soldier?"

"Oh hell no. Just stick to James. The only reason I haven't run away yet is because I'm fucking hard and your mouth is way too close to my sensitive dick."

"Fine, whatever you say, James."

Sam couldn't help but be surprised at how he still felt the lustful haze despite Bucky pretty much ruining it. It didn't take Sam too long understand why Bucky refused to be called 'Buck' or worse 'soldier' in the moment. But it would require Bucky expressly telling him to back off in order for Sam to not fuck him into the next day.