Use Your Words

The Best Part of Waking Up

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It had been named the World Wide Web for a reason. The internet was as vast as the cosmos. Though not nearly as untamed as it had been maybe twenty years ago. The rise of social media gave way to the commodification of the online world. It was no longer the wild, wild west, when every household knew the telltale screech of a modem trying to connect and AOL was king. There was now Facebook and Instagram and Twitter. All replete with advertisements tailored to each user, as reported by their respective algorithms. Every search item was catalogue. Hail the almighty Google!

Even the pornography had been gentrified. Rather than choosing from dozens upon dozens of adult sites - and praying to God your antivirus software was up to snuff - a majority of the filth had been distilled down to a handful of platforms. Pornhub. Redtube. Xvideos. And those were just the top contenders when it came to the extensive cataloguing of spank bank material.

Therefore, it stood to reason that, in his efforts to adapt to current times, Bucky had turned to the internet. The greatest collection of knowledge mankind had ever crafted. Though Sam was sure that five minutes on Reddit was why Ultron was ready to basically nuke the planet from orbit. Thankfully, the fully reformed Winter Soldier steered clear of most social media. He liked Pinterest though. It gave him a plethora of ideas for DIY projects that helped keep him busy. Idle hands, and all that. He'd dragged Sam to a Paint & Sip, which was technically their first date. Though neither of them had been consciously aware that they were dating at the time. It was mostly that they enjoyed being around each other. They could snipe and snark to their hearts' content. Each giving as good as they got. And they were good at keeping one another grounded. Sam bounced ideas off of Bucky and Bucky relied upon Sam to remind him that while yes, he was crazy, so was everybody else, so it really wasn't anything to worry about.

You're a good man, Bucky Barnes.

The reference had flown right over the man's head. Which was fine. That meant Sam got to be the one to introduce Bucky to Peanuts.

It took waking up as the big spoon, his body curved almost protectively around Bucky's back for Sam to realize that there might have been some more than platonic, buddy cop feelings going on there.

Sam had gained a roommate only a few months earlier. Barnes liked having his own space, but also liked being able to shuffle into the kitchen on Saturday mornings and plead for pancakes. Not that he would readily admit to such behavior. And even if he did... You really couldn't hold against Bucky anything he said or did before his first cup of coffee. By his second cup, he was mostly human. In a normal person, the amount of caffeine Barnes consumed in a day was troubling. Thankfully, this was not a normal person.

But back to the spooning...

At some point during the night, Bucky must have climbed into bed with Sam. A not unheard of occurrence. Sometimes having another body beside him kept the nightmares at bay. Or maybe he just liked Sam's pillows better. Whatever the reason, Sam woke up one day with his face pressed against the nape of Bucky's neck and his arm cinched around Bucky's waist. They were cuddling. No two ways about it. Pressed so tightly against one another that he could feel Barnes' heart beating. A relaxing rhythm that almost put Sam back to sleep. And he probably would've dropped right back off if not for the breathtaking grind of Bucky's ass against his crotch. Just like that, Sam was one hundred percent awake and aware of his surroundings.

Bucky moaned softly in his sleep. His hips moving like Shakira. It was a restless kind of shifting, as though he were seeking out satisfaction. Every thought flying through Sam's head was going to send him straight to Hell. His own dick had betrayed him. His morning wood rising to the occasion as Bucky pressed his backside incessantly against it. And before Sam could cobble together the brain cells necessary to extract himself from this situation, Barnes took hold of Sam's hand and put it right on the front of his tented pajama bottoms. The thin fabric left absolutely nothing to the imagination.