Maybe We're Just Meant to Be

Falling

"Sam, come on," Bucky whined. "You know how long it's been since we had sex? I'm healed!"

Sam brought their entertwined fingers to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on the back of Bucky's hand. "The doctor said no strenuous activity for a week. I think that classifies as such, at least the way we do it," he teased.

Bucky rolled his eyes and continued to try and get Sam out of his clothes.

Sam just rolled on top of him and pinned his arms above his head. "Baby, please stop. You know I want it just as much. You're making this so difficult," he whined.

Bucky huffed and easily pulled his arms free. "You know how my healing works. You know that I'm okay. You taking care of me these past few days was really nice but you don't need to anymore," he told Sam, giving him big puppy dog eyes.

Sam laughed and leaned down to kiss Bucky. "I hate you," he said with no real heat, as he moved his hands beneath the waistband of the other man's boxers.

Bucky kissed Sam back roughly. "Love you too," he mumbled, pushing Sam's shirt over his head.

Sam grinned and pushed Bucky's boxers down completely so that he was now completely naked. "Hey, babe?" he asked tentatively, as he traced circles into Bucky's chest.

Bucky looked up at him and replied, "yeah?" He was smiling and for once, he was in no rush to get on with it. He just wanted to feel Sam pressed against him for as long as possible.

Sam leaned in to press a quick kiss to Bucky's earlobe before whispering, "Why don't you fuck me?"

"I don't want to hurt you," Bucky murmured shyly, burying his face into the crook of Sam's neck. Despite how much he wanted nothing less than to fuck Sam into the mattress, Bucky was still testing the limits of his strength and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Sam. Ever.

Sam pulled Bucky's head out from his shoulder and cradled his face in his hands. "You won't. I trust you," he told Bucky and reinforced it by kissing him deeply.

Bucky sighed and leaned his forehead against Sam's. "I love you so damn much," he admitted.

Sam smiled and kissed him on the cheek, saying, "That's good because I love you so damn much too, baby."

Bucky laughed. "Sap," he mused and rolled them both over so Sam was on his back and Bucky was hovering over him. "You sure this is what you want?" he asked, nibbling on Sam's neck.

Sam nodded a few times as he tangled his hands in Bucky's hair. "Only if you're comfortable with it," he insisted.

Bucky mouthed down Sam's chest. "Are you kidding? I've been thinking about fucking you for ages," he said, his breath ghosting over Sam's skin and making goosebumps appear.

Sam moaned as Bucky ever so slowly pulled down his boxers and gave his dick one slow stroke. "Tease," Sam whined.

Bucky smirked. "I'm in charge tonight and I think I'm gonna take my time with you," he teased as he licked a stripe up the underside of Sam's now fully hard cock.

As Bucky continued to tease Sam slowly, Sam became a moaning and writhing mess. "Please, baby, hurry up. I want you in me sometime tonight," he panted.

Bucky begrudgingly rolled off Sam and stretched to get the lube from the bedside table. "Fine, fine. I guess it's not worth it anyways if my efforts are just gonna be dismissed," he huffed, sarcastically.

Sam smacked his arm playfully. "Smartass," he teased, spreading his legs apart.

Bucky just smirked and coated his right hand in lube. "Ready?" he asked as the tip of his index finger caught on the rim of Sam's hole.