Run To You

Too Little, Too Late?

Inspiration: "Was it something I didn't say" ~ 98º

"I took for granted that you knew, yeah
Oh love, the love I had for you, yeah
I guess you never had a clue
'Til it was too late, you walked away

...

All the words were in my heart
Oh, they went unspoken
Baby, now my silent heart is a heart that's broken... "

There were very few times in Sam's life where he really and truly cried. Seeing the love of his life in the arms of the man he just barely trusted was definitely one of those times.

Stumbling back to his room, he couldn't feel anything beyond numbness. There was a gaping hole in his chest where his love for you lived. Everything exploded inside him once he closed his bedroom door behind him. His bedroom that still smelled like you. His bedroom that still had your things in it. His bedroom that used to be yours too.

Spending another night alone
Wondering when I'm gonna ever see you again
Thinking what I would give to get you back, baby

A lump formed painfully in his throat. Tears stung his eyes and he collapsed to the floor, head in his hands. Soul-wrenching grief weighed heavily on his shoulder. He couldn't even be angry at you because he was the one who pushed you into Bucky's arms. Another flash of you and Bucky invaded his mind. An anguished scream ripped itself from Sam's throat as he pounded the floor. It was a damn good thing that Tony had this room sound proofed from your nightmare days. Sam wasn't sure what hurt worse: the fact that Bucky was the one to win your heart or that you didn't seem to love him that way at all.

I should have told you how I felt then
Instead I kept it to myself, yeah
I let my love go unexpressed
'Til it was too late, you walked away

Sam couldn't find any energy to pick himself up off the floor. The cold tile soothed his heated skin. His sweatshirt was drenched with tears and snot; his body ached from the discomfort of the floor. His fists were beaten bloody and raw. None of this compared to the agony that made its home in his heart.

Was it something I didn't say
When I didn't say, "I love you"
Was it words that you never heard
All those words I should have told you
All those times, all those nights when I had the chance to

Sam's fucked up and masochistic mind kept replaying the scene of Bucky's hands getting lost under your shirt, Bucky's lips on yours, Bucky kissing you the way you deserved. His ears echoed with the sounds you made for Bucky. It was a hell made personally for him. Exhaustion eventually took over as Sam cried himself to sleep. He was too little too late.

Bucky couldn't believe that he finally your lips on his, your hands in his hair, your body beneath him. He couldn't believe he had you in his bed. It was a dream, it had to be.

Your breathless moans filled his ears; a symphony of ecstasy. Your skin was so soft in his hands, so supple, so silken. He felt your nails dig into his back as he thrust deeper into you, panting heavily. God, you felt so good around him. The coolness of your breath tickled his ear as you held him as close as you could. He could feel himself teetering on the edge of bliss but he fought against it to prolong your pleasure.

"Come on, doll," he urged. He heard your whimpering response; you sounded so fucking beautiful to him. He could feel you clenching fiercely, squeezing him, teasing him. It was getting harder to hold back. He kissed your lips, swallowing your delicious noises of pleasure. Feeling your heated skin under his fingertips, he teased your nipples mercilessly in urgency. Bucky felt you clamp down and he let out a strangled cry. So close, he was so clo—