I loved your holiday ask and the Rockefeller tree lighting fic was so cute! Can you do something for #46? I love the idea of Sam and Bucky going to some big important event together.
Awww, I'm so glad you like the holiday ask and the Rockefeller Tree Lighting Fic (thank you for the suggestion for that and the Holiday Anthology is coming soon!). I like that idea, too 🥰 Thank you so much for the wonderful request and I hope you enjoy the drabble!
Sam could feel his knees creak as he walked into his house, Sam moving his arm around just to feel how tight his shoulder was, only to falter when he felt Bucky’s hand on his shoulder, Bucky's thumb instantly finding the knot and rubbing deeply into it, the muscles relaxing as Sam sighed.
Sam heard Bucky huff triumphantly.
Bucky's hand moved to the outside of Sam's shoulder, Bucky helping Sam walk through the house as he pointed to the Avengers' Pet of the Month calendar they had up there (it was Nat's Yelena's cat Liho for December), pointing to the Charity Ball for funding for extracurricular activities in schools across the country.
Sam groaned into his hands.
He had completely forgotten that was tonight, kind of wishing that the Red Guardian hadn't chosen today to pick a grueling, long, unnecessary fight with Sam since, for some reason, the guy needed to "Prove he had beaten at least one Captain America" (which he didn't at the end of the day).
Bucky rubbed Sam's shoulder sympathetically, helping him through the kitchen, the living room, down the hall to the master bedroom, straight into the master bathroom where Bucky lifted Sam like he was nothing onto the bathroom counter, kind of loving how Bucky could prop him up anywhere if Bucky really wanted to.
Bucky stripped himself in front of Sam. And it wasn't a new occurrence, they knew each other very well by this point, but it was still an amazing occurrence. Bucky knew Sam had eyes on him, and Sam could just tell the man was going slow because of it, a bit of a tease despite this not moving on to steamier activities in that way.
Sam wasn't sure if he could, even if he wanted to. Not with how the Red Guardian basically forced Sam to push his body to his limits for no apparent reason other than ego. But it was still nice to have the view, the man, the show.
Sam and Bucky smiled at each other knowingly at that.
And Sam couldn't help but think of those pinup photos he had found of Bucky Barnes Jr. in a garage sale once, how he kept them, asked Bucky about the pinups later. And Bucky told him about how he'd done them a bit out of curiosity, a bit for money, and a bit because he just liked the way he felt, how empowered he was by commanding his own sexuality in front of a camera. And Sam loved that about those pinups, how confident they made Bucky feel.
Bucky, nude, headed over to get the shower to the right temperature. And Sam could feel the mirror behind him steam as he leaned on it, resting his eyes for only a moment.
Sam felt Bucky lifting him off the counter, slowly bringing Sam to his feet and leaning Sam on the counter, beginning to strip Sam out of the spare clothes he had in his Avengers' Locker that definitely needed washing.
It was loving, how Bucky did it. Slow and measured, and taking all that he could in of Sam, a worshipful and meditative process for the man as his hands skimmed Sam's skin.
Bucky moved Sam into the shower and lavished him with light kisses while helping him wash his body, wash his hair, get out any knots in Sam's muscles he didn't notice before. Bucky let Sam's hands wander, let Sam rub the scars near his vibranium arm soothingly, let Sam trace the lines of his abs, let Sam play with his shaggy hair.
Bucky smiling at the small touches.
Bucky turned off the shower, getting them both out as he helped Sam dry off, giving Sam a quick up and down with a smirk before doing that fucking murder strut in the nude into their walk-in closet, coming out with an outfit the guy must have set aside just in case they were both too braindead to pick something on the spot.
Bucky didn't break eye contact with Sam as he got dressed, as if Sam watching him get dressed while Sam was still very much naked was doing something for him. He wouldn't blame Bucky; it would probably be doing something for Sam too if he wasn't so tired and sore. And the outfit Bucky was wearing was decadent. A pastel blue with these velvet midnight blue designs on it, intertwining honeysuckles winding all around it, with a teal button-down under it and silver accents, Bucky only taking his eyes off Sam for a moment to make sure everything looked perfect in the mirror.
He always looked perfect.
And sometimes, Sam wondered why the man stayed with him. Bucky's body wasn't quickly turning into all sore parts and eroding joints due to his job. Sam was going to be worn down soon; burnt out someday. An old man as Bucky's body aged slowly, stayed youthful for far longer due to his bootleg serum, and Sam was just going to be... old.
It was strange how he never saw that fear in Bucky's eyes, though. Bucky always looked at him as if no one could compare. And it was so strange to be marveled in such a way.
Bucky pulled out a matching suit for Sam, though Sam's was a pastel pink with deep maroon velvet pattern, a coral button-down, and rose gold accents, because of course he had a suit like this for Sam, the matchy-matchy plan freak. And Sam would be complaining if it didn't almost feel like a religious experience whenever Bucky dressed him. The way he placed every garment on Sam with purpose, precision, love, care, as if he would be happy for the rest of his life if his job was just dressing Sam.
And hot in a way Sam was kind of confused by.
Bucky stared at Sam with more warmth than Sam was ready for, too overwhelmed as Bucky cradled Sam's face in his hands. Bucky moved in, giving Sam a small kiss on the lips; nothing grand or extravagant or even that passionate; just an adoring, tiny, endearingly mundane "I love you" told with lips on lips.
Sam smiled at Bucky, feeling himself melt in Bucky's hands. Because who was Sam kidding? He was putty in those hands. And those hands moved down his neck, down his shoulders, his arms, to hold his hands, Sam hearing a portal Bucky must have ordered from Wong beforehand, Bucky walking Sam to the portal.
The two of them holding hands. Ready for the charity ball. Sam feeling that much more in love with his husband.
