'Bucky. I neeeeed you'
Bucky listened for a few seconds before ending the call with a simple 'Night Sam'.
Sam was obviously drunk. There was no other way he would have called Bucky, asking him to come over, begging him to come over and then going on a 15 minute rant on why Bucky was the most perfect person ever. And Bucky had just listened to the whole thing, selfishly just because it made him feel special.
Like Sam actually wanted him.
And now Bucky wanted to go over. But no. Sam was drunk. He couldn't.
It was wrong.
So he forced himself to go to sleep and forget.
But his phone kept ringing, Sam's name popping up each time.
Bucky let himself worry. Worry about Sam and pretend that he was in danger. That's why he was ringing. Of course it was.
He was just letting himself get all worked up and panicked which then led to him leaving his apartment to 'check up on Sam'. It was wrong. It was sad.
But he wanted to see Sam.
***
Bucky knocked on the door, silently praying Sam wasn't actually drunk but knowing he was. The door swung open, hitting Bucky in the face. He swore, raising his hand up to check for blood.
'BUCKY'
Sam grabbed Bucky's hand and pulled him in, locking the door behind him.
He was trapped.
Before he could even react, he was being dragged to the couch, pushed down and then literally pinned there. Sam was staring into his soul and Bucky felt highly uncomfortable.
'Sam-'
Sam pulled him in, kissing him hard. Bucky almost passed out from shock but had enough sense to pull away before Sam tried anything else.
'Sam. Stop it. You're drunk'
Sam groaned and grabbed Bucky's hands.
'Please. Please Bucky! PLEA-'
Bucky slapped a hand across Sam's mouth, causing his friend to smirk. He moved his hand up, cupping Bucky's face. Bucky pushed his hand away, releasing Sam's mouth.
'Bucky please. I just want to... I want you!'
'Stop it Sam. You're drunk. Just go to bed'
Sam raised an eyebrow.
'With you?'
'NO'
'Pleaseeee'
Bucky stood up, pulling Sam's arms off him. He headed towards the door.
'I've had enough of this. Go to sleep. I'm leaving'
Sam instantly looked apologetic and jumped up, almost falling over.
'No no I'm sorry. Please don't leave!'
Bucky looked away. He wanted to stay but Sam was drunk and would just keep making moves on him so...
It was wrong.
'Sam. Why are you drunk?'
Sam closed his eyes but Bucky saw the tears. He instantly folded, stepping towards his friend to comfort him.
'It's Rileys anniversary and I couldn't handle it'
'Oh Sam...'
While Sam was crying, Bucky pulled him up and half carried him to his bedroom, listening to him vent.
'I-I just needed someone and... I didn't know what to do!'
'Mhm'
'And I couldn't save him!'
A sob spilled out of Sam, causing him to lean against Bucky, ducking his head. Bucky rubbed his back and half carried him to the bed, pulling the covers back and placing him in. He tried to pull away to leave but Sam kept a tight grip on his hand, refusing to let go.
'No. Please'
He shot Bucky a pleading look, pulling him in.
'I'm not kissing you, Sam'
'No no. Please just stay with me'
Bucky felt terrible. He knew how it felt to lose a friend. He knew Sam just wanted some comfort and reassurance. He couldn't though. Sam was drunk. He couldn't...
But it was just staying with him for one night?
Sam's fingers tightened around his hand, tears running down his face.
'Please. Just stay with me. I'm scared'
Bucky sighed, pretending to be annoyed but in reality he wanted to stay. He sat beside Sam on the bed and took his hand.
'Fine. I'll stay for a while'
'Stay tonight'
'
Fine'
'Dont leave while I'm asleep'
Bucky sighed but nodded, smiling reassuringly at his friend. Sam smiled back, his face covered in tearstains.
'Talk to me'
'About what?'
'About yourself'
Bucky sighed but began speaking.
'Well... My names James 'Bucky' Barnes and I'm 106'
Sam chuckled and closed his eyes.
'My favourite colours blue and I have a vibranium arm'
He was just stating the obvious but Sam was drunk so how would he know the difference.
As Bucky talked he felt Sam's hand move up his arm to his shoulder and slowly pull him down until he was lying beside Sam, shoulder to shoulder.
I should probably get up.
But he didn't, letting Sam pull the covers over him and wrap himself around him, clinging on like Bucky was a lifebuoy in a stormy ocean.
I should probably get up.
But he didn't. He just continued talking nonsense, to silence the buzzing in his own head.
'And I grew up in Brookly-'
He cut himself off, noticing Sam was asleep. Practically on top of him. He wasn't moving anytime soon if he didn't want to wake Sam.
And he didn't want to move anyway.
I'll just lie here for a while.
But the bed was so warm and Sam was so comforting and Bucky was so sleepy and he didn't want to wake Sam.
He fell asleep.
***
The first thing Bucky noticed when he woke up was he was warmer than usual. And comfortable. Like he had slept a whole night. He scanned through his brain and realised. He had slept through the night. No nightmares. No dreams.
But why?
He shifted slightly, opening his eyes fully. He didn't recognise this room. He didn't recognise this feeling. He didn't recognise this room-
He was beside Sam. Lying in his bed.
This conclusion almost made him jump out of bed and run out the door. But he knew he couldn't do that.
Plus he was really comfy.
He turned his head slightly to look at Sam, who was sound asleep, lying basically on top of him. Their legs were entangled and one of Sam's hands was at Bucky's waist, the other clutching his hand. Their faces were so close, almost touching. If he leaned even closer they would be kissin-
Sam moved, pulling his left arm away from Bucky's waist. Crap.
He was waking up.
Before Bucky could mentally (And psychically) prepare himself, Sam's eyes were opening. He blinked, his eyes slightly unfocused but then he realised where he was and who he was looking at.
He did not react how Bucky expected.
He did not jump away from Bucky, panicking. He did not even move away. He just blinked sleepily and smiled slightly.
'Hey Buck. Whatchu doin' here?'
Bucky's eyes widened slightly in surprise and he pulled away so they weren't so close. Sam watched him move away and realised that he was holding Bucky's hand. He released it, massaging his fingers.
'Ouch. Tight grip'
Bucky just stared at him.
'Are...How are you not remembering?'
'What?'
'Last night?'
Sam looked downwards, ignoring Bucky's question. Their legs were still entangled.
'Uh... Okay. We are very close'
He slowly moved his legs away from Bucky's and shifted to the other side of the bed. Bucky instantly missed his presence and impulsively reached out before yanking his hand away like he had burnt it.
'I saw that'
'W-What?'
Sam smirked, shuffling closer.
'You didn't jump out straight away. You like this? Do you wanna cuddle?'
'NO-'
Sam grabbed Bucky's hand again, pulling him in so they were again pressed together. Bucky tensed as Sam placed a hand at his waist.
'Relax'
'W-Why are you you doing this?'
Sam sighed and closed his eyes.
'Can we handle everything later? I just really need this'
Bucky went quiet, surprising himself. He let Sam hold him. He felt warm, safe, happy. For the first time in years.
They stayed like that for a few minutes before Sam got brave, moving a hand to Bucky's face and lightly tracing down to his neck. Bucky froze and opened his eyes, shooting Sam a bewildered look.
'Bucky. Yes, I was drunk last night'
Bucky nodded and squeezed his eyes tightly shut, obviously trying to ignore what Sam was doing.
'I'm sorry about Riley'
'It's okay...'
Sam went silent and then suddenly leaning in to whisper in Bucky's ear.
'But last night I did... I did want to kiss you'
Bucky looked at him, his eyes wide. His mouth was open slightly, helping the look of pure surprise on his face.
'Sam... Don't lie'
'I'm not!'
He sat up, leaning over and holding himself above Bucky who was still lying down. Bucky stared up at him, unfocused and followed his movement with his eyes.
'I still want to'
Bucky froze. Sam tilted his head to the side, asking the question. He didn't really except an answer. Bucky slowly nodded, his mouth opening slightly.
'Yes'
Sam almost laughed out of pure happiness. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Bucky's lips. He didn't want to scare him.
But Bucky wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him down on top of him. Sam let out a muffled laugh as he pulled away, sitting up so he didn't crush Bucky.
'No no come back' Bucky whined, grabbing Sam's collar.
'I don't want to crush you'
Bucky laughed and sat up straighter so Sam was basically sitting. On. His. Lap.
'W-Wha-'
'Shh'
Bucky leaned in, unable to stay away any longer. Their lips met.
They didn't have to talk anymore.
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