Maybe We're Just Meant to Be

New Beginnings

All in all the kiss was pretty chaste. Just your ordinary first kiss, but for Bucky it was extraordinary. He hadn't been with anyone in seventy something years and Sam was the first guy he had ever kissed. When he pulled back, his whole body was electric.

Sam smiled wider than Bucky had ever seen. "Damn Bucky. For a second I didn't think you were interested," he mused.

Bucky chuckled. "I've always been interested, I just didn't think you'd be," he admitted then looked down adding, "I mean you're basically perfect and I'm a mess."

Sam kissed Bucky deeper this time pushing into his mouth until he opened it up. When he finally pulled back, he started laughing. "You're not a mess. Trust me, I deal with screwed up vets everyday and you're one of the most put together ones I know. And I'm not perfect," Sam said in such an insistant tone that Bucky couldn't even begin to argue.

Bucky smirked. "Well now that I know that you want this..." he trailed off pulling Sam onto his lap so that Sam was now straddling his waist.

"How do you know I want this?" Sam asked intrigued.

Bucky grinned and palmed Sam's already half-hard cock through Sam's jeans. "I think it's pretty clear," he teased.

Sam whimpered, "Oh God yes."

Bucky laughed and moved his hand away. Sam groaned, unhappy with the loss of friction. "Bedroom?" Bucky asked.

Sam nodded and moved to get up. Bucky smirked and picked Sam up bridal style, kissing him passionately. He walked towards his bedroom and Sam pulled away from Bucky's lips just long enough to tell him, "My bedroom. I've got supplies."

Bucky nodded and turned, walking towards Sam's room instead. "Alright, but we don't need condoms. I can't catch or carry anything. Plus, I trust that your clean," Bucky assured him.

Sam smiled. "I didn't mean condoms, smartass. This might be a challenge without lube," Sam teased wrapping his arms around Bucky's neck and running his hands through his long, dark hair.

Bucky opened the door to Sam's bedroom and walked in closing it behind them.

Before Sam could even blink, he was standing on the ground, pressed firmly against the wall by Bucky's body.

Bucky attacked Sam's lips, grinding his hips against the smaller man's, eliciting soft moans from them both.

Sam kissed him back sliding his hands under Bucky's shirt. "You're wearing way to much clothing," he said.

Bucky immediately pulled his shirt off and went to unzip Sam's pants. "Back at you," he replied.

Sam grinned and pulled his shirt off, throwing it onto the floor by Bucky's.

Bucky finally got Sam's pants undone and slipped them down, boxers and all, revealing Sam's very hard, leaking cock. He wasn't quite as long as Bucky but he was beautifully thick.

Sam ran his hands up Bucky's stomach and chest, landing on his left shoulder caressing where his skin meets metal.

Bucky felt Sam's hands on his metal arm and he couldn't help looking away. It's not that he doesn't want Sam touching him or looking at him. He does, it's just, what if Sam doesn't like what he sees?

Sam frowned and turned Bucky's face back to meet his. "You're beautiful, scars and all," Sam assured him.

Bucky captured Sam's lips with his, pushing inside until their tongues touched.

Sam pushed Bucky down onto the bed, undoing his belt. "Damn Buck, you really know how to turn a guy on don't you?" Sam teased.

Bucky smirked. "Maybe," he hummed.