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Birnin Zana is an exciting city. There’s a lot for a young man like Sam Wilson to do and see, but he is a broke American exchange student in Wakanda. He would love to see the rest of the country and continent, but for that, he needs an additional income. His scholarship covers the basics of his study, but when he isn’t studying, he takes on odd jobs for extra cash; Sam is saving up, you see. His most recent job is the reason why he is standing inside of the art museum nursing a glass of champagne and feeling completely out of place.

“Erik, don’t you fuckin’ leave me here, man,” says Sam as his friend, artist and photographer, Erik Stevens, spots someone he knows.

“Relax, Sam,” he replies. “I gotta work the room. You know that. Can’t sell my work if I don’t talk to people.”

“This isn’t my scene.”

“It ain’t really mine either,” says Erik as both he and Sam scan the room. It’s full of art afficionados with deep pockets.

“Yeah, but at least you’re an artist,” Sam proffers as he sips from his glass once again. “I’m just the dude in the photo.”

“You’re the reason my work is even in this art show, Wilson. Give yourself a little credit.”

“Your work is in this art show because you’re mad talented, Stevens,” says Sam as he shoves Erik’s shoulder playfully.

“Yeah, but you’re my muse,” he replies with a smile.

“I am, uh?” Sam offers with a cocky sort of grin.

“Alright, muse, I gotta go and talk to these people,” Erik says as he begins to walk away. “Can you believe there are people actually interested in buying photos with your face in them?”

Sam laughs and shrugs before saying, “Who knew?”

Erik returns his smile and then walks over to a man and a woman who have been eyeing his photograph of Sam. The man in the picture finishes off his drink, hands the empty glass to a server, and then scans the room once more. He is a little startled when he hears someone speaking next to him.

“This is you, right?” the man asks, his American accent laced with a hint of Wakandan. Sam turns his head and wow.

Okay. He’s quite good looking. White guy a little older than Sam. His dark hair is messy but styled and peppered with hints of gray. His eyes are deep blue and piercing, as they bore into Sam’s warm brown.

“Yes,” Sam replies, drawing his gaze away from the handsome stranger. “It’s me.”

“Stunning,” he says as his eyes roam over the photograph. He steps closer and squints a little, examining the portrait more intensely. “But it doesn’t really compare to the real thing.”

He turns and looks at Sam, the hint of a smile playing on his lips, as he takes in the other man.

“I mean, Erik Stevens is a talented photographer, no doubt about that,” he adds, inching slightly closer to Sam. “But look at you: I’ve never seen anyone so exquisite. You’re gorgeous.”

Sam feels his face grow warm and he can’t help but smile as he offers a shy, “Thank you.”

“What’s your name?” he asks as he drinks Sam in with his stare.

“Sam Wilson.”

“Sam Wilson,” he says, as if testing to see how it feels on his lips. “I’m James Barnes, but everyone calls me Bucky. It’s nice to meet you, Sam.”

Sam rolls his head back towards the TV as an old sitcom plays. He takes a deep breath, expelling it slowly as he drags his fingers up and down Bucky’s spine. They’ve needed a few days like this. No drama, no running, no punching or shooting or killing - just reruns of Miami Vice, a room temperature, half full beer, and his man on his chest. Coming back home was the right idea. 

“They’re gone?” Bucky's raspy voice asks after a few quiet minutes. 

“Mmhmm.”

“They deserve a nice night out.”

Sam chuckles, “Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah. They’ve been cooped up with us for the past two weeks, no thanks to your lecture.”

“Lecture?”

Bucky shifts on top of him again, not opening his eyes, “We can’t trust anybody right now. We’ve gotta keep our heads on straight. No calls, no impromptu visitors, nothing…” He mocks, dropping his voice down an octave to try and mimic Sam.

“Oh okay,” Sam starts, “So, me trying to keep my sister safe is a lecture now, I see.”

“Oh, stop,” Bucky smiles gently while sweeping his fingers along Sam’s chest, “I’m just glad they could get some time to themselves, that’s all.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear ya. I might have been…”

“A little much.”

Sam laughs, “I get it, thank you.”

“Too much, honestly.”

Sam rolls his eyes again, but his smile grows wider, “I get it. Thank you.”

Bucky smiles as he lets out a breath, “It’s nice to have a little time to ourselves too.”

“Yep, nothin’ like falling asleep at 8pm on a Friday night, Barnes.”

Bucky slaps his chest lightly before his fingers sweep across Sam’s smooth skin again. His fingertips graze along Sam’s abs, and then up to his chest before he runs them lightly over Sam’s left nipple. Bucky smiles when Sam squirms from the quick contact. He loves a responsive man - and suddenly, Bucky is wide awake. 

He glances up towards Sam, whose eyes have shifted back to the TV, trying to pretend that he’s unaffected. Bucky drops his eyes towards the TV as well but pays it absolutely no mind. His warm fingers start to play underneath Sam’s shirt again, this time circling his areola lightly with his middle finger. Sam shifts underneath him again and another smile spreads on Bucky’s face.

His fingers skip over to Sam’s right nipple, repeating the same technique - a swift graze before a slow, soft rub. He squeezes Sam’s peck, pressing his fingers into his skin before he decides to inch up Sam’s long body. 

Bucky nuzzles into Sam’s neck as Sam continues to play coy. His tongue darts out, and slips along the curve of Sam’s neck before he closes his lips around his skin. He sucks softly, his fingers circling Sam’s nipple before he pinches his flesh. He pushes his hips down into Sam’s, grinding them slowly into his thigh and crotch as he nips at Sam’s neck with his teeth. 

Sam lets out a soft groan as he lets Bucky work him over nice and slow. His starts to rock his hips slowly with Bucky’s as they push and grind into his, his dick growing hard from all the attention. He jumps again when the pads of Bucky’s fingers graze over his hard nipples before he squeezes Sam’s pecks again. A fire starts to burn in the pit of Sam’s stomach as Bucky tweaks his nipple again, sending a jolt right to his hips. 

Bucky sinks his teeth into Sam’s neck, groaning loudly when Sam lets out his first real, deep, loud moan. He continues pinching and rubbing his nipples, drawing more and more sounds from him. Bucky hisses and bites his bottom lip when Sam bucks his hips into his, not able to contain the soft laugh that escapes. 

“How’s this for falling asleep before 8pm on a Friday night?” Bucky asks, his voice low and full of ardor.

Sam quirks his eyebrow as he grabs Bucky’s ass with both hands, “Eh, it ain't so bad I suppose.”

Bucky pushes Sam’s shirt up his torso, revealing his broad chest and chiseled stomach. He leans in, that devilish tongue of his darting out again to tease Sam’s nipples some more. 

Sam hisses loudly as his hips buck into Bucky’s again. He hums with arousal as he grips Bucky’s body, pushing his fingertips into his flesh, grabbing and squeezing before shoving his hands into the back of Bucky’s pants. 

Bucky swirls his tongue around Sam’s left nipple, biting down softly as his fingers pinch and pull at his right nub. He pulls Sam’s nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue along his smooth skin as his other hand skips down Sam’s side. His fingers flirt with Sam’s flesh,skirting their way down to the rim of his Nike basketball shorts. He pushes his hand underneath, teasing Sam’s senses by dragging his index finger from his left hip to his right. 

He leans back quickly, pulling Sam’s shorts and boxers away from him to discard them to the floor. He kisses a hot trail down his chest and stomach, his eyes darting back up to meet Sam’s as they stare back at him. He runs his nose through the course, curly hair at the base of Sam’s stomach before his tongue peaks out again. He keeps his eyes on Sam’s as he drags his tongue from the base of Sam’s cock to his tip before swallowing him whole. 

“Oh, Christ Buck.” Sam breathes heavily, jutting his hips upward.

Bucky has the best mouth that Sam has ever encountered in his thirty plus years on this earth. It surprised him if he were to be honest, but God does Bucky fucking Barnes know how to please a man. Sam rocks his hips into Bucky’s mouth, grabbing and pulling at his short, dark hair as Bucky’s skilled fingers continue to tweak and pull at his nipples. He lets his moans fill the otherwise quiet house as his muscles tense, his body shivering every now and again. 

Bucky hums as his head bobs up and down, taking every inch that Sam has to offer. He lets Sam pull on his hair, his scalp pricking with small stings of pain with each tug. His hips continue to grind against Sam’s thigh, his rigid hard on touch starved. He adjusts his speed to match Sam’s now enthusiastic hips, quickening as Sam becomes feverish - quick and haphazard. 

Bucky feels a tug on his arm, pulling his eyes back upwards. Sam holds a small tube of lube in his hand as he wiggles his eyebrows, “I guess we’re not the only ones to have a little fun on the couch.” He then scrunches his face, “Not that I necessarily want to think about my sister getting railed in this exact-”

“Stop.” Bucky says firmly, grabbing the lube from Sam’s hand, “Don’t even go there. I am not going to let you ruin this magnificent hard on before I get some of this dick.”

Sam laughs before zipping his lips with his index finger and thumb and tossing the imaginary key over his shoulder, “Yes sir.”

Bucky sheds his sweatpants before he straddles Sam’s waist. He squeezes some lube into the palm of his hand and reaches back to grab Sam’s girth. He strokes him a few times, coating his cock with the warming gel before he squeezes a little more onto the tips of his fingers. He circles his hole before he pulls up, grabbing Sam’s cock again to guide him. 

Sam grabs Bucky’s hips as he lowers down onto him. He lets his head drop to the arm rest, his eyes closing as he’s encased by Bucky’s internal heat. He feels Bucky’s fingers squeeze his shoulder, hears him suck in a quick breath before he hisses loudly. Sam spreads his fingers on Bucky’s thighs before he squeezes them as Bucky takes a minute to adjust. 

Bucky rolls his head as he places his hands on Sam’s chest. He spreads his fingers, pushing them into Sam’s skin as he starts his ride nice and slow. Bucky lets out a breath that is quickly followed by a smile as his eyes flutter, “You feel good Sammy baby.”

He fucks Sam slow, rolling his hips as he moves. His fingers find Sam’s nipples again, pinching and pulling, tweaking and rolling them as he rides him. He lets his head roll back on his neck as Sam grabs his ass and pushes him forward. He hisses again when Sam wraps his hand around his dick, dragging it along his length before teasing Bucky’s slit with this thumb. 

It doesn’t take long before Bucky’s hips are quick and greedy. The fullness of his ass plus Sam's quick, firm strokes start to send shivers up and down Bucky’s spine. He bounces harder and faster, his moans growing louder as Sam lifts his hips to meet his halfway. 

“God Sam,” Bucky moans, his eyes shut tightly, “I’m gonna cum babe. I’m gonna,” he mumbles as his breathing goes shallow, “Fuck.”

Sam bucks into him harder, digging his fingers into Bucky’s ass as he feels his own orgasm start to rush towards the surface. His toes curl as he punishes Bucky’s ass, reveling in the loud grunts and groans of his lover, pushing him higher and faster towards his release. 

Sam loves to watch Bucky cum. His jaw goes slack as his eyes roll towards the ceiling. Sam hisses when cum leaks onto his fingers as he continues to stroke Bucky through his orgasm. Hot, long ribbons of Bucky’s cum squirts onto Sam’s chest and stomach as he continues to bounce up and down on Sam’s dick. He swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing as he grunts. 

Sam quickly joins the wave, cumming hard into Bucky, filling him with his spunk. He wraps his arms around Bucky as he collapses to his chest, Sam still bucking into him as he cums. Sam’s hips finally start to slow, his body being milked of every ounce of cum and energy that it could produce. 

Their breaths are heavy and labored, both men completely spent. They lay sweaty chest to sweaty chest, Bucky’s hands encasing Sam’s head, Sam’s hands on the small of Bucky’s back. Bucky lifts his head just enough to press a sloppy kiss to Sam’s chest before he drops it again, closing his eyes to listen to Sam’s erratic heartbeat.  

“I guess it is kinda nice to get some time to ourselves too.” Sam quips after a few minutes, laughing when Bucky’s hand slams against his chest.

“Shut up.” Bucky laughs, nuzzling his face into Sam’s neck once again. 

Bucky dipped his head and replied, “It is a Monday after all. People are usually broke til the middle of the week.” His boss nodded in agreement then said, “Yeah, you’ve got a good point, Barnes and Noble. Alright, let’s get back to it.”

He turned away from his boss then glanced towards the small crowd of customers waiting for their drinks and took a small step back when he realized that a man was leaning on the bar, clearly waiting to get his attention. Bucky gave a small smile then asked, “What can I get for you tonight?” The man dragged his gaze over the bartender’s body, lingering on the small patch of skin that his shirt had exposed, before he answered, “Five minutes with you in heaven sounds fantastic.” A nervous laugh escaped Bucky as he began inching towards where Nat was making her own drinks then he replied, “Hate to break it to you, pal, but that’s not on the menu. But I can get you a beer or something to drink.”

The customer narrowed his eyes at how quickly Bucky shut him down and leaned closer, beginning to reach for his wrist, only for the bartender to step backwards, drawing his hands behind his back as he stated, “Sir, my boss has a strict no touching policy of his employees, so please keep your hands on your side of the bar.”

His voice began to raise at the end of his sentence and he could see the moment that Nat realizes what’s going on because her head snaps towards him and fire is in her eyes, irritation setting into her beautiful features. She knows that he can take care of himself, hell, Bucky wasn’t afraid of getting physical with a customer. But everyone knows that the bouncers oversee tossing the slimy ones from the bar.

Nat slipped over the bar and made her way over to Sam, tapping him on his shoulder as he chatted with Wanda. Sam was, of course, one of the four bouncers at Stark’s Bar, with the youngest Maximoff usually providing back up to the tall man. It was always amusing to see the small woman approach someone to tell them to cool it or they’d be tossed out, only for the person to shove her backwards. It happened at least one a week and Bucky would always pause in whatever drink he was mixing to watch Wanda break a bone (at least) of another drunk. The other two bouncers were Thor and Bruce, the two seeming mild-tempered, but most patrons avoided pissing them off when they worked. Sam and Wanda were at least kind enough to give customers second chances if the offense wasn’t too serious. Thor and Bruce on the other hand… not so much.

His boyfriend turned to face Nat with a smile, only for it to die as his best friend explained the situation going on at the bar. Bucky’s eyes widened when he noticed how casual Sam was approaching him and the mysterious patron who was still doing his damnedest to get Bucky’s attention, “Hey, Blue Eyes! I’m talking to you!” The brunet snapped his gaze back to the man then snapped, “Listen sir, my name is not Blue Eyes, my name is Bucky. It’s clearly on my name tag so quit being so disrespectful and tell me what your order is.”

The customer began to describe whatever awful thing he had in mind for the bartender to do to him, only to pause when Sam pulled the bar stool beside him out, settling on the seat, before he chimed, “Hey, baby, how’s it going? No drinks thrown in your face?” Bucky gave a small laugh and shook his head as he replied, “None so far, but it’s too earlier in the night to call it a victory.”

“Excuse me, pal, but I was already here and I’ve got claim on Blue Eyes, so beat it!” the patron shouted, giving a small shove to Sam’s shoulder, who turned to face the mystery man with a raised eyebrow. The bouncer stared at him for a few seconds then replied, “Last I checked, it’s 2020 and staking claim on people is fucking illegal, so how ‘bout you bounce outta here before I bounce your ass.” The man scoffed at the statement then shoved him again, exclaiming, “Oh fuck you, buddy, you can’t do shit! This is a public bar and you don’t work here!”

Bucky faintly heard Nat give a snicker as Sam flashed his nametag that was hidden behind the lapel of his jacket before he replied, “Actually fuckhead, I do work here, I am the bouncer, and this here is my boyfriend. So I’m gonna give you exactly three seconds to apologize to Buck then scurry your rodent ass outta this bar before I have Tony ban you for harassment of his employees.” The patron’s eyes grew wide and he jumped from his bar stool, stumbling through the now growing crowd of customers before Sam turned back to Bucky with a  grin.

“You know you have a pager for me for this exact reason, right?” Sam chimed, shaking his head. Bucky gave a small chuckle then replied, “I honestly forgot about that. It’s probably at home on the table if I’m remembering right.” Sam shook his head at his boyfriend then leaned against the bar before he asked, “So, you gonna give your saving grace a kiss thank you for saving your pretty ass?” Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes before tangling a hand in the front of his shirt, pulling him a soft kiss before he shoved him away, chiming, “Get back to work before Tony comes for both of our asses.”