'they hate each other'
'no, they don't. not really'"You never watched Star Wars?"
"When the fuck could I have possibly watched this? Before or after the episode of deadly supersoldier assassin turned soft?"
"It's common knowledge!"
"So is the great Gatsby, but you haven't read it!"
"Of course not, there is a reason they made a movie!"
Bucky looked so offended, Sam almost pissed himself laughing. But then, his face light up like a lightbulb and he smiled unconsciously.
"Alright, that's it, movie night is date night."
Bucky furrowed his brows, once again not following his boyfriend's chain of thought. "What?"
"Our first date. Well, no, we are already dating, but, like, our official first date. On our one month anniversary, we'll go to the car cinema across town and watch whatever movie is playing. I think my sister mentioned it's hobbit." He mumbled, but Bucky stopped short.
"Wait a damn second. There is a hobbit movie?!"
"Of course, there is! You think everyone is patient enough to read those heavy chunks of weight full of words?"
"It's called a book, Sam, and yes, people should read it, it's awesome! How can someone not want to read it?"
"Well, then you gotta watch the movie, right? To point out the wrongness." Bucky knew it was a trap, yet he couldn't help bit fall right into it.
"Alright, I guess..."
"Yay!" Sam cheered, both fists raised up to the ceiling. Both lovers were sitting across from each other, Bucky on their couch and Sam on his glorious seat he had bought finally.
"Hey, baby, subject change. Lets play ten questions. What's your favourite colour?" Sam asked and Bucky felt his heart stop as he took in a sharp breath.
"Wh-why do you ask?" He replied, hoping his stutter wasn't so obvious.
"Nu uh! That ain't how you play. Answers only." He stuck his tongue out, and Bucky all but fainted since Sam was so unnaturally hot.
"...." He mbled so quietly, he was sure Sam couldn't catch what he said. As he saw his boyfriend's eyes narrow, he knew he was right.
"Say that again, sugar?"
"Nu uh, Answers only. I answered already, now it's my turn." Now he was the one having stuck out his tongue but was surprised as Sam threw himself at him. He pushed Bucky down into the fluffy material of their couch and settled on top of his waist.
"Cheater! You gotta pay for this!" And then, his fingers were moving up and down his rips and Bucky laughed, wiggled, squirmed, and basically cried. He couldn't find a good way to grab Sam and throw him off without hurting him, so he just withered as if he was a fish out of the water.
"Gett off of me, you fuck!" He laughed, not being out of breath like this since forever.
"Not before you answer, dammnit! Your favourite colour, sugar, tell me!"
"No! Stop, hahaha, stop, Sammy!"
"Favorite color, Bucky!"
"Pink!" He wheezed out without thinking, but stopped short as he realized what he did. He clapped both his hands in front of his face and groaned, trying to turn around while not throwing Sam harshly onto their carpet. Sam moved and settled near his thigh and just stared, not moving, nothing.
"Could you leave me the fuck alone, please? 'm trying to suffocate myself with a pillow."
"Buck, stop. I already said I won't judge you. I just... wanna get to know you better." Bucky sighed and sat up. They were so close, he could feel Sam's warmth right through his shirt.
"Well, I always liked the colour. My sister always wore a pink ribbon in her hair, and I just got... jealous sometimes because of it. I obviously was never allowed to wear it, nor indicate I liked the colour at all. It was hard indulging in things I liked when all I did was either work or beat someone up, or get beaten up." He sighed, but before Sam could push some more, he forced a question out of himself he always wondered about.
"My question is: Why do people not throw themselves at you to date? I mean, I got lucky, but you are such an amazing person, and smoking hot. I don't say that to boost your big ass ego, I just wonder why such a great guy like you was single for so many years. Or rather, yet, not married." He rambled off, but then noticed how out of line that sounded.
"It's pretty personal, so if you don't want to answer, I'll unders-""It's because people feel judged dating a VA-therapist. Besides, I was still.. heartbroken after Riley. And busy with saving the world. And waiting for my favourite broken white boy to turn somewhat mentally stable and start dating me." Sam smiled, and Bucky leaned down to kiss those perfectly shaped lips.
"My next question is also kinda personal, so you don't have to answer it, sugar. Why were you so terrified of being queer?" He asked and Bucky trembled, vivid picture flashing behind his eyes, which were widening and unfocusing, glazing over in the progress.
"As I've said, don't answer if you fee-"
"My neighbour. Charles, but everyone called him Charlie. He- he had multiple sexual meets with all kind if different men, and he didn't keep it secret. I liked him, he was a friend. But people would judge me for it. Thinking I was like him. Didn't think of it much, till one day, I was rescuing Stevie from bullies and we were walking, when I noticed a trail of blood out of an ally, leading to a half beaten Charlie. I wanted to help so badly, but the guy who had helped beating him up emerged and threatened to give me the same fate should I help, and I- I fucking panicked. Like a coward, I just stood there, watching as Charlie bled out. I should have done something, dammnit." He sobbed, all the while Sam was rubbing circles into Bucky's back.
"Steve was with you? What'd he do?"
"Said he had it coming. Don't blame him, Sam, that would have been the normal reaction. Not freezing, not blinking, not act suspicious, or else you'd..." He trailed off.
"Thanks for telling me, baby." Sam soothed, kissing Bucky on the forehead.
"We need to lighten up the mood a bit. Come on, let's make pink cupcakes."

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The one forgiven sin 《Sambucky》
Fanfiction◇~Where a man, whose fear of falling is so strong, he falls in love with someone that can fly.~◇ PartOne《00.01 - 00.09》¡ Pre-Canon PartTwo《00.10 - 00.21》¡ Canon PartThree《00.22 - ¿?》¡ Post-Canon