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ENOUGH OF THAT, ON TO THIS WEEK'S PROMPT:

A story entitled “A New Beginning”

We got a late start, so this prompt closes and new post opens on Friday, giving you just five days on this one!

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From:

hansbekhart

Fandom: Captain America (Movies)
Relationship: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes

So uh, this is a flashfic sequel for my story Make A Thing Go Right, so it might not make a ton of sense unless you've read that. OR if you like fluffy, morning after sex with no explanation!

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When Sam wakes it’s slow and easy, like summer morning. Consciousness comes in flickers of shivery light as he blinks his eyes open, closed, open again. He’s warm - tucked close between the bed underneath him and the weight of a familiar body on top. “Mmm,” the body says, and noses under Sam’s chin. James is still asleep, more or less; the press of his mouth against Sam’s throat is soft and clumsy.

Sam had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around James and he’s woken up the same way. He tightens them a little, shifts his weight to accommodate as James cuddles nearer. They’re wrapped up together, arms and legs, close as they can get.

The room is quiet. Steve had said something last night about a cell phone ban - letting them get their rest, he’d said, and actually fucking winked. When Sam cracks an eye open he can see the damage done: a chair overturned, two sets of black trousers strewn across the carpet, shirts flung god knew where, James’ underwear on top of the lamp, jackets somewhere under the bed. He can smell the last little bit of the champagne he’d taken upstairs with them, the bottle they’d finished together as the sun was rising, sitting naked on the sprawling bed.

He can’t even tell where he ends and James begins. Which was the point of it, he guesses.

James is making happy sleep sounds, muffled against Sam’s collarbone. His hand’s tucked under Sam’s neck, low enough that he won’t catch Sam’s hair between the plates on his fingertips. The arm itself is body warm, indistinguishable from the rest of him - but right on that big vein on Sam’s neck, just over the soft pulse of his heartbeat, he can feel that thin band of gold against his skin.

He presses a kiss against James’ forehead. Can’t help it; joy bubbles up in him like that champagne had last night. His face aches from smiling. His feet ache from dancing. His body aches from the champagne, and how they’d gone at each other once they were finally alone.

James draws in a deep breath, and lets it out slowly as precursor to consciousness. “How you doin,” Sam whispers, and gets in another kiss to James’ temple, and James tries to get his face up for Sam to kiss that instead, eyes still squinched closed. They manage it, after a couple tries, and then stay there for a while, touching everywhere they can reach.

James draws back, his hair spreading soft across the pillow. He looks tender, and startled, like he can’t quite believe where he’s woken up. He touches Sam’s cheek, gently. “You’re gorgeous,” he says, and then turns his face to the pillow as if Sam’s never seen him blush.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Sam tells him, and they’re quiet for a few minutes. There’s sunlight coming in through the curtains, and the room smells like good sex and sleep.

“So, Staff Sergeant Wilson,” James says, eventually. “What d’you wanna do today?”

Sam hums a little, one of the little habits he picked up from James at some point. “First day,” he muses. “Sounds important, right? I don’t know, Sergeant Wilson. What do you wanna do?”

James giggles. They try to kiss again, laughing into each other’s mouths. “Let’s stay in bed the whole day,” James breathes. He’s wiggled close again, one leg hooked around the back of Sam’s knees, keeping them wrapped together, chest to chest, all the way down.

“Oh yeah?” Sam asks. “I think we have to give this hotel room back at some point.” He can feel the shape of James’ dick against his thigh: not hard exactly, but interested. James grins, and rolls over to plant an elbow on either side of Sam’s head, bracing himself.

“Nah, here,” he says, and punctuates each word with little bites to Sam’s jaw, down his throat. Sam lets him do it, propping his hands behind his head to give free rein, tilting his chin up. “Here’s the OPLAN. You listenin?”

“Mmmhhm,” Sam says. James is heavy, solid, and sweating a little. He’d had each ankle looped over Sam’s, and when Sam spreads his legs he pushes James’ legs wider too, til their dicks are brushing against each other, damp with the heat they’re making under the blankets.

“We fool around,” James says, and wiggles his hips for emphasis, “then I call the front desk and tell ‘em we’ll stay another night. Then we order some room service. I’ll put on - uh - your tie to answer the door.”

“Prob’ly get us thrown out,” Sam says, lifting his head to suck on the line of James’ throat. James groans, and his hips push down against Sam’s. It pushes the air out of Sam’s lungs and he gasps, laughing, turned on.

“Nah, they’ll get it,” James says, getting a little rhythm now, rubbing his dick against Sam’s. “They liked us last night, you know they did. Quit interrupting me. Room service - with champagne. Nicest bottle they have.”

“You’ll regret making that promise,” Sam says, and James grins.

“Nah,” he says, and draws Sam’s left hand out from behind his head, takes it in his own. He kisses Sam’s knuckles, then his fingertips, and then sucks each one delicately, up to the second knuckle. The heat of his mouth - the drag of James’ tongue over the pads of his fingertips - sends shudders through Sam’s body. He’s panting a little, hot with it, and then goes soft all over as James draws his lips over the ring on Sam’s finger, kissing it gently, reverently. His eyes are closed.

They breathe, steady. Together.

James opens his eyes, blinks slow and heavy a couple times. He looks up, and meets Sam’s gaze, his eyes crinkling up at the corners at whatever look he’s seeing on Sam’s face. “Then we watch cartoons,” he says, like nothing had happened, like the air between them wasn't electric. “Later on, we fool around again. No clothes in between. But maybe more room service.”

“Good plan,” Sam says, soft, and draws his husband back down and kisses him, and kisses him, and kisses him.

Edited Date: 2016-01-08 04:58 am (UTC)