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Delacroix, Louisiana
2025
Sam didn’t want Gideon to find out about him and Bucky in the worst way, and, Sam supposed, he didn’t. The worst possible way would’ve been an hour and a half later with his mouth sucking Bucky like a lollipop and then fucking the daylights out of him as he whimpered and started begging, getting real dirty about it, hips slamming back against Sam while moaning.
Jesus, that would have ended their relationship. Maybe Sarah could come back from something that embarrassing, and thankfully, they’d never gotten the chance to test it. He always made sure she was out of the house for hours and the kids were at a sleepover.
Gideon wasn’t built that way. His mind had settled somewhere between a rock and a hard place, firm in his ways, weathered like Ma could be. He wasn’t a piece on the board to consider because he hadn’t even contacted either sibling for years… and yet, he was the last person who Sam wanted to tell about him and Bucky… because Sam hadn’t told him about being gay.
So, if Gideon had found Sam in Bucky’s lap straddling him on the couch, moaning as Bucky practically dry humped him through his jeans, breath in his mouth, tongue tasting his teeth, that would have been pretty bad. And thankfully, he didn’t.
The way he found out was only a little bad, but enough to leave Sam feeling anger and shame that he hadn’t felt in years, crying in a way he hadn’t in months, and unable to hold back his super boyfriend from fighting his brother who suddenly hated him.
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“Do we have to watch the movie?” Bucky whispered in Sam’s ear, hands clasped around his stomach. He tickled Sam’s skin with insinuation.
“Come on,” Sam moaned, comfortable in Bucky’s lap as Bucky smushed his face into the crease of his neck, forcing a shiver even though the heat was on. The shivers lasted for an additional moment as Bucky kissed him all the way under the jaw, and Sam finally - somehow, Jesus - found the strength to push out of his hold.
Sam turned around and crossed his arms, stern. “Baby.”
Bucky swallowed, giving a shy smile at his playful squint. “I mean, we could be spending the night in other ways instead of watching Cinderella 5?”
Sam laughed, not missing the way Bucky trailed his slick hands up his thighs over his jeans and slithered into his belt loops with two fingers. The tug was suddenly strong, bringing Sam crashing into his lap, a groan on both of their lips as they grinded. And Bucky, that little rat, kept going, rolling his hips up, eyes glazing, making Sam want it.
Fuck, he knew that drove Sam crazy, when he’d suddenly turn on his strength like a button that awoke both of their primal sides. Bucky’s hands were hot on Sam’s back, even having the nerve to slide one into the rim of his briefs as Sam managed to strain, “But it’s the fifth one, baby, please-“
That made Bucky groan and slow his roll, releasing him. “I want to make out right after, doll, right after.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll even suck your dick.”
“And I’m gonna suck yours, too,” Bucky murmured and pulled Sam into his arms. Then they were cuddling on the sofa again, and an angry kiss was placed on the back of Sam’s head.
As the movie played, Sam settled the blanket over both of them and pulled out the foot rests. He laid on top of Bucky, back pressed to Bucky’s chest as he occasionally received more lovingly upset kisses.
He couldn’t help it. Sex was one thing, and exciting, and great, but how often did they get to have a real date together at home? Sure, Sarah and the boys didn’t mind them cuddling at the couch or cooking together and smiling at each other. AJ had blatantly gone, “Aww,” once, seeing Bucky hug over Sam’s shoulder while he chopped ingredients for TT’s beef stew recipe. That small reaction made Sam’s eyes water, claiming it was the onions.
Seeing his nephews and sister approve of him was something he couldn’t have dreamed of in the Air Force, closeted, unable to really say what was wrong until Riley opened him up. Now, he could just be proud of who he loved and not have to apologize for it.
Cuddling while watching Cinderella 5, in hindsight, that was the best case scenario given the moment, the dim lights, and the ambiance. That image was a better stage set than how he’d planned to slink out of Bucky’s lap and onto the floor once the movie stopped, unbuckling Bucky’s jeans, sucking him to the bottom right then and there.
They were smiling at the fifth movie where Disney had finally included a gay prince, Prince Charming’s cousin from some distant land who visited for the latest ball but found a male lover working on the staff. That kind of scene was better… Sam later told himself… it could have been worse.
“Wake up, they’re dancing,” Sam whispered, smiling at the two princes as they waltzed while sneaking a kiss.
Bucky moaned a little, opening his eyes. He’d been lulled to sleep by the medium volume of the TV, the washer running, and the overall peaceful breath of the Wilson home.
“Mm, is it over?”
Sam shook his head with a smile. “I’m gonna make you watch it again just for falling asleep.”
Bucky didn’t chuckle back like he usually would. Sam waited for a response, then paused the movie. Through their connection, he felt something odd in Bucky’s posture. Bucky suddenly sat up, making Sam shift forward.
“You okay, baby?”
“Did-“ Bucky narrowed, tilting his head as Sam followed his eyes to the door. Sam’s own heart starting to pick up in response like it was a mission. “Did Sarah switch cars?”
Sam raised both brows, shaking his head as he looked from Bucky, half his hair sticking up, breaths almost invisible, to the door. Sigh.
“Maybe her friend dropped her off, baby. I’ll give her a call if it’s deep.”
Because, really, Sam had always considered the possibility that his job would affect his family, especially after Karli. But their side of town was very safe and they knew all of the neighbors. They went through measures to keep a certain radius surveyed by an AI that Rhodey installed. Family and friends ventured through with ease. Sam didn’t believe anyone would attack them right now, knowing their skills and background, and… well, was it wrong that he wanted tonight to feel perfect?
Bucky hesitated.
Sam threw both arms around his waist, hugging his back. Lights flashed through cracks in the curtains over his shoulder, and Sam smiled. “See, it’s Sarah, baby, no alarms.” And he got Bucky to sit back down, taking a deep breath with him. Sam understood, it was hard to adjust to being safe, but they were together now. Things were different, they had each other.
“It just- didn’t sound like-” Bucky started and then shook his head, exhaling out the tension as Sam found a place on his lap again. This time, Sam wouldn’t care if Sarah walked in and they were hugging. Her fault for not staying over Tonya’s like she said she would. Let her call them old lover birds, and he’d laugh back happily.
“I know, baby,” Sam said gently, giving Bucky a kiss before they settled into a cuddle. He rested his head in Bucky’s chest and reached for the remote to resume the last part of the movie. It was his favorite, after all, where the leads said they’d be happily ever after, cheesy and perfect.
Though, Sam really should have trusted Bucky’s instincts, considering the guy had experience with danger. Therapists called it trauma responses and other more complicated phrases that Bucky relayed back to him during a few vents. They don’t get it, Sam, I know danger, it’s not always fucking anxiety. He did know, this time he really did.
Would Sam have believed him, though? That someone had driven a car right up to the driveway, didn’t trip any alarms, recognized by the too-smart surveillance because he did technically belong there.
Relax, it’s just Sarah. Idiot.
Sarah’s steps were heavy up the porch, and Sam thought nothing of it, thinking maybe she was drunk; he felt Bucky tense again, left arm whirring a little. She fumbled with her keys, the way she always did, and Sam smiled, pressing his head to Bucky’s shoulder, rubbing his chest to calm him. At first.
Late as it was due to wishful thinking, a sense finally touched him, accompanied by a pinch in his gut. TT said not to ignore those. Sam paused the movie and reached for his gun on the table, not quite as hands curled around his knees and waist a little protectively.
He gave Bucky a gentle look, and he nodded. It could still be nothing. But, his gut…
The door opened, and with it came a slight breeze and a block of emotion that hit Sam like he hadn’t felt in a long time. Staring at him was a man who resembled him, a little taller, definitely less hair, but with a killer beard that made up for it. Sam’s voice caught in his throat and he couldn’t stand up this time, legs going slack, not knowing what to do as Gideon’s deep voice, sounding like their dad, asked, “The hell you watching?”
Bucky started to shift but Sam didn’t move, all but frozen as he put his gun down. Bucky held him instead, legs ready to stand at any moment, all but saying, I’m here, doll, okay, I’m here.
Gideon landed on Bucky, and his eyes filled with something different - confused, maybe disgusted, angry, mostly dark.
“Gid-“ Sam started, shaking. “Been a while-“
“Sammy, same here,” Gideon returned politely and put down his bag, trench coat wrinkling as he hung it at the door. Without it, revealing a powerful frame and a rugged outfit, donned by a chest holster. The floorboards creaked under his weight.
Bucky suddenly hardened.
Gideon took a sigh, patting his coat, and then turned back to Sam, voice coating with venom as he smiled. “Now, Sammy, what in the hell are you doing with that mutant?”
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