Please write this:
"bucky referring to sam as "samuel" whenever they're arguing and he's trying to emphasize a point, not realizing how much of a turn-on sam finds it until...well, he notices."
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sure, bucky noticed sam seemed more on edge lately. and yeah, their occasional light banter felt more...charged than usual; the air between them thick with something that left bucky a bit unsettled. he wrote it off initially as unavoidable stress from sam's newly inherited position as cap, willingly engaging in petty arguments to lessen the burden and make him laugh.
bucky is, however, perhaps more perceptive than sam gives him credit for, because it only takes a little more than a week for him to pick up on a clear pattern, which he wastes no time putting to the test one evening.
"look, samuel," bucky points at sam from across their kitchen island counter with a spoonful of ice cream, "clearly you don't know what the hell you're talking about. so, just admit pistachio ice cream is superior and we'll leave it at that."
sam immediately perks up and bucky lets his eyes flicker down to his lap and yeah, he’s pretty damn sure he's the cause of the bulge now growing between sam's legs and everything about that knowledge satisfies him to no end.
"you alright there, samuel?" bucky asks, further amused by the instantaneous physical response from sam. "you got quiet on me. are you admitting defeat?" sam laughs, a small throaty chuckle. "the hell i am, old man." "guess we'll have to keep going until you give in," bucky swallows another scoop of ice cream and lets his tongue linger on the spoon, "samuel."
