Steve moved through the dark halls of the building he lived in as silently as he could while passing the rooms of other sleeping residents. It was hours after Bucky's impromptu visit and he had mostly distracted himself with Shannon until she had fallen asleep. He had then been left to his thoughts and unfortunately Bucky's advise started spinning fantasies in his brain. Fantasies involving himself and Sam and a lack of clothing for both men. Sam was hot, there was no way for Steve to deny that. The guy was hilarious and caring and understanding and he had the cutest gap between his front teeth and he loved soccer and he had dreamed of backpacking through Europe before everything got fucked up and his smile was like staring into the sun and he had a friggin' awesome singing voice and he could play the guitar and the cello and speak three different languages and he loved chocolate but not mixed with peanuts and he thought the word 'wednesday' was weird and and and... so maybe Steve wasn't falling in love with him, maybe he was already there. It didn't matter, it was too fast. He'd only known him for two months. Then again he knew he was in love with Peggy after a week of knowing her but still Steve couldn't let himself go there but... maybe he could. Maybe he should take a chance or maybe he should bash his head against a wall and pass out, then crawl back to his room after he woke up.

But here he was on his way to Sam Wilson's room after getting Darcy to stay with Shannon.

This is a bad idea. It's a very bad idea. Or it's not. Who the hell even knows anymore. Not me that's for sure.

All too soon, sooner than he was hoping for he was at Sam's door.

"Great, now what?" Steve mumbled to himself.

Knock, idiot. A voice in his head sounding suspiciously like Bucky answered.

What if this ends badly?

What do you have to lose?

We live together it'd be awkward.

Stop making excuses.

Damn it, I'm arguing with a voice in my head.

Stop being such a coward then and knock.

Steve shook himself, took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock. He knocked before he could change his mind. He felt his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for Sam to answer. Warning bells were going off in her head and his heart but his feet stay planted where they were.

Didn't asthma feel like this? Steve thought as the door opened.

"Steve!" Sam said happily in a subdued voice so as not to disturb the other people in the rooms closest to him who were sleeping or trying to.

"I was just thinking of you. I was about to go by your room and wish you and Shannon a good night. You must've read my mind, Captain Rogers. There's another point in your favor: you've got a cute ass daughter, you're decent to look at and you're a mind reader. What are you doing here anyway? Did something-" Steve couldn't take it anymore. Sam wasn't one to ramble but Steve was standing there staring at him, not saying a word so Sam kept talking. That is until Steve stopped him in a way that surprised them both.

It took Steve a few moments to register what he was doing. Sam was talking and smiling that damn smile and Steve felt something give way inside of him. Before he could think about it he felt his hands shoot out and grab Sam by his shirt before his lips collided with Sam's.

Oh my God, I'm kissing him. And he... is not kissing back. Steve pulled away once that thought hit and stared at Sam who stared back at Steve as his skin started to warm up, gearing for a full body blush.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that. I mean I do but I shouldn't have... I mean I should've... I'm just going to go." Steve turned to walk away and he could feel his heart starting to crack as he walked away.

Bucky was wrong. This was stupid. This was a stupid, stupid idea.

Steve hadn't gotten more than three feet away when he felt a hand grab his shoulder, push him into the wall and then lips were pressed urgently against his. He gasped at the suddenness of it then moaned as Sam's tongue started exploring his mouth. Steve's tongue searched out Sam's as he pressed their lips more firmly together. His hands gripped Sam's shoulders while the other man's hands tangled into his blonde locks and twisted Steve's head to a different angle so their tongues delved even deeper into each other's mouth.

Sam pulled away and stared straight into Steve's eyes. Steve didn't say anything, neither did Sam. His hands were still in Steve's hair and he wordlessly pulled Steve's face closer to his without breaking eye contact with him. He pressed a chaste kiss to Steve's lips, earning himself a contented sigh. He pressed a second kiss to his lips just as light as the first one. He bestowed another on the corner of Steve's mouth then his cheek before moving to his neck. Steve sighed, leaned his head back and closed his eyes as Sam began sucking the skin over his pulse. He could feel the sensation of Sam's mouth on his skin shooting liquid heat to his groin. He gripped Sam's shoulders even tighter and swallowed a too loud groan as the other man pressed himself closer and he could feel their hard lengths pressed up against each other.

"Sam..." Steve sighed breathlessly with more want and desire dripping from the word than Steve thought himself capable of.

"Bedroom." Sam stated more than questioned, his breath giving Steve goosebumps. Steve nodded all the same. One of Sam's hands moved from Steve's hair to his waist and he then began guiding him to his bedroom while his mouth latched back on to Steve's skin. As they made their way in and Sam pressed him against the closed door before their lips came together again he had to admit to himself, maybe this wasn't Bucky's dumbest idea.