4.

Not for nothing, but Sam really wasn't kidding about taking things slow.

Another two weeks went by before he finally came fully into Bucky's apartment. He sat on Bucky's couch. They ate pizza and watched Inception because somehow Sam had never seen the film before. A travesty that Bucky simply had to rectify. The dream heist had barely started but Sam showed more interest in Bucky's lips than the scenes playing out on screen. The cinematography went unnoticed. The score provided the soundtrack to their makeout session. The two of them sucked face until the credits rolled. It was a missed opportunity to share one of Bucky's favorite movies but, with the way Sam was trying to round second base, lying like a weighted blanket on top of him, Bucky could not find a single fuck to give.

But he did find his way to Wilson Family Game Night. There were snacks and drinks - adult beverages included. And Bucky got to witness first hand Sam's competitive side. Boy howdy, did he hate to lose. It was hilarious, really, watching Sam and Sarah bicker over the rules of Uno. Sam swore by the rules as provided by the game manufacturer while his sister pointed out, with great conviction in her voice, that none of them had ever abided by those rules. So, yes, she could put down three Draw Fours at once and yes, Sam had to pick up all them cards. Bucky knew better than to get involved. He sipped his beer and minded his business.

It took three weeks after their first kiss for Bucky to finally get into Sam's pants. Labor Day, to be exact. Sam had taken Bucky to another local cookout. He had been to four that summer. The warm weather made almost every weekend a grilling occasion and Bucky really wasn't about to complain. He was eating good. Another perk of dating Sam Wilson: the good doctor made sure he got fed.

Though by the time they got back to Sam's place, Bucky was looking for something other than hot links to whet his appetite.

He offered Bucky a glass of sweet tea which Bucky, being parched, gladly accepted. They sat on the couch. Just talking, at first. Watching television. Well, the TV was on but wasn't much watching being done once Sam got to sucking hickies onto Bucky's throat. Their hands went all over. Bucky's skin burned wherever Sam touched him. It was hot, despite the central air, and Bucky could barely breathe, barely think, with Sam's tongue inside his head. The clothes needed to come off, but Sam - darling, demure Sam - refused to give up his modesty.

At least until Bucky started unbuckling his pants.

"You don't have to…" Ever the gentleman, even as he licked hotly into Bucky's mouth.

Belt buckle undone. Zipper pulled down. Bucky slid his hand inside, only to find Sam already half hard.

"But I want to… And I know you want me to." He drew out Sam's hardening length. Stroking it slow just to feel it grow thicker in his hand. "So why don't you just let me?"

Bucky knelt on the floor between Sam's spread knees. Ever thoughtful, Sam offered him two throw pillows to kneel upon. So kind. So considerate. So deserving of the Gawk-Gawk 3000 Bucky was going to unleash upon him.

It had been a while for Bucky, so he went slow. He had no choice, really. There was just so much of Sam that it was almost too much for him to take in all at once. Sam was content to let Bucky learn his way around his cock. To feel the weight of it as he contemplated his approach. Bucky gripped him by the base and licked him from root to tip. Just to get a gauge on the dick he was about to suck. Sam shivered at the sweep of Bucky's tongue along the ridge and across the head of his cock. He tasted Sam's readiness. He let it fill his mouth. A precursor to swallowing Sam's thickness. Bucky looked up at Sam, willing him to watch as Bucky's lips stretched around him.

"That's it, James. Take as much as you can, baby." Still sweet, even as he was getting the soul sucked out of his body.

Things got sloppy real fast. Saliva dribbled down Bucky's chin as Sam poured praise upon him. Which only drove him to suck Sam harder. To press Sam deeper into his throat. The more Sam moaned, the more Bucky craved his cock. The guiding hand resting on the back of Bucky's head urging him all the way down until Bucky could barely breathe around the dick down his throat. He came up gasping for air, a thin string of spit hanging between the head of Sam's cock and his lips. The rush of euphoria as he looked at all he had taken, as he heard Sam groan his name, as he saw the naked need in Sam's eyes… It was greater than any drug on the market.

He stroked Sam, rubbing the spit into his shaft. "You wanna come on my face or in my mouth?"

The question broke Sam's brain a little bit. His lips were moving but no sound came out. "Mouth," he ultimately rasped. "Jesus, James…"

Bucky had him groaning the Lord's name in vain for the next three minutes. True to his word, Sam came in his mouth. He growled as he shot his load across Bucky's tongue, turning Bucky on in a way that he barely had time to process before Sam pulled him to his feet to return the favor.

Sam remained seated on the edge of the couch cushion. He drew Bucky in closer, brusquely pulling down Bucky's pants and boxers to free his hardened manhood. Just as Bucky caught his breath, he was gifted with the warm heat of Sam's mouth. And oh, Heavenly Father, this man gave great head! He held onto Sam's shoulders while praying that he didn't embarrass himself by spilling too soon. Which was entirely possible given that Sam was sucking his dick like it contained the meaning of life. Bucky lasted for as long as he could. Sam felt so good, so he just let go. Whimpering as he came into that fabulous mouth.

And to think… This was only the beginning.

By Saturday night, Sam had Bucky grinding on his dick. Lying on his back in Bucky's bed. Gloriously naked. His hands on Bucky's hips as they rocked back and forth, becoming accustomed to all that Sam had to give him. It was obscene, really. The sounds they both made. Bucky gasping and whining as he finally got to riding Sam. Taking all that cock while Sam whispered filth in his ear. How could somebody so sweet talk so dirty?! It should have been fucking illegal! Telling Bucky how perfect he is and how much he loves the way Bucky fucks himself on his dick. And calling him James. That right there was almost enough to make Bucky blow his wad. His own government name had never sounded so hot.

That's it, James, keep touching yourself.

You're my good boy, aren't you, James?

Come for me, James. Lemme see it.

That did it. That had Bucky quaking on Sam's cock, his own dick shooting off in his hand. He spent himself, only for Sam to roll them both over, fucking into him. Deep, rough thrusts that stole Bucky's breath away. Sam kissed him like he was staking his claim, taking Bucky hard until he could do little more than sob into Sam's mouth. This, quite possibly, might have been the best sex of Bucky's life. And it was only their first time. He had so many more headboard-banging days and nights to look forward to.

Sam came inside the condom. Safety first. Even though this was the only sexual activity either of them had seen in months, if not years. He didn't pull out right away, which suited Bucky just fined. He'd much rather bask in the afterglow with Sam lying on top of him. Their bodies cooling beneath the turning blades of the ceiling fan. Trading delicate little kisses as their heart rates gradually slowed to normal.

"I don't know about you," said Sam, serenely combing his fingers through Bucky's sweat-dampened hair, "but this made stealing your table totally worth it."

Bucky turned away to hide his smile, pressing his face into Sam's shoulder. "I dunno… I think you've still got some more making up to do. I mean, that was my favorite table."

He shivered as Sam nibbled at his jaw.

"How about… I take you out for brunch tomorrow. You let me get you tipsy on sangria and then bring you back here so I can fuck you against the door. Would that be enough?"

Sam had no right talking so casually about taking advantage of Bucky in all the ways he secretly wanted. The man had already unblocked his praise kink. It was only a matter of time before Bucky started calling him Daddy.

"That depends," said Bucky.

"On what?"

He looked Sam in the eyes. "On how good you fuck me."

End.