With one hand James flicked the cap of the lube, squirting it onto the fingers of his other hand and smearing it around wetly. He reached back behind him, and pressed his fingers inside; too fast, judging by the way James's mouth went tight and he winced, but didn't slow.
"Easy, easy," Sam soothed, smoothing a hand up James's thigh, the other running down James's back, curving over his ass and squeezing a little, encouraging. He dragged a finger across to where two of James's were thrusting inside in a way that seemed just the wrong side of painful. Sam brushed a hand over James's wrist, and James's fingers stopped moving. "Can I?"
"Fuck, I," James said, voice oddly tight, stopping short when Sam pressed a warm kiss against his collarbone. "Yeah, okay," he continued breathily, sliding his fingers free. Then, smirking: "S'all yours."
Sam picked up the lube, squeezing it out onto his fingers. He eased back around and pressed the pad of one finger against where James was already slick. There was some give, there; but not enough for Sam to be comfortable with just sticking his fingers in, so: Plan B. With the fingers of one hand he slowly traced at James's rim, feeling it twitch beneath his fingertips, while his other hand closed firmly around James's dick, which had wilted slightly. He kept his movements slow, teasing, waiting until James's hips were beginning to twitch, his hole loosening beneath Sam's finger, which Sam rubbed around a little more, making sure it was fully slick, before easing it inside.
"Fffffffuck," James exhaled, breath shaking, eyes clenched shut. His dick twitched in Sam's hand, hips moving more erratically.
"Good?" Sam asked. He flicked his tongue against James's nipple, feeling the hot silky warmth of him clench around his finger as he thrust it slowly in and out.
"It's -- ah -- okay, I guess," James panted in reply, opening his eyes to give Sam a look that made it pretty damn clear that Sam was taking him apart piece by piece.
After a few minutes James rolled his hips, insistent. "Gimme another," he said, and Sam obliged, adding a third after a few minutes more. He crooked his fingers, held them still, and sat back for a while, drinking in the sight of James twitching back and forth between the hand on his dick and the fingers inside him, mouth open and wet and curved into a smile. The sight had Sam shifting until his dick pressed up against the tight swell of James's balls; they both gasped at the sensation, and then James ducked down and got a hand around the back of Sam's neck, pulling him in for a fierce kiss. When they pulled apart, James's eyes were dark, and hungry. "Come on," he murmured, getting a hand between them and giving Sam's cock a long, slow stroke. "Fuck me."
The words were like a suckerpunch of the best kind, all of the air leaving Sam's lungs at once.
“Okay,” he said, the rhythm of it coming so easy: getting the condom on, slicking himself up, easing James up and spreading him apart, their hands laced together over Sam’s dick as James sank down slowly and eased it inside; the both of them groaning, trying not to go too fast, until Sam’s balls were pressed up against James’s ass and they both stilled, panting, for a moment. James’s face was frozen in pleasure -- and something else, too, something unreadable that in the moment Sam didn’t have the mental energy to decipher, but made him pause to check.
“This okay?” he asked, and James’s face thawed, fixing Sam with a look that made him hot all over, like they both weren’t already slick with sweat.
“Thought I asked you to fuck me,” he said, rolling his hips, heaving himself nearly off Sam’s cock before sliding back down again, the thick muscle of his thighs flexing and shuddering beneath Sam’s hands -- they were both close, already; this wouldn’t last long.
“I can do that,” Sam said, leaning in and biting at James’s lip, drawing a low moan out of him. He pulled back, settled his hands on James’s solid hips, and then they were off: James keeping still and letting Sam really give it to him, dragging his cock in and out of James and feeling James’s heavy dick spurt and drool pre-come against both their bellies, adding to the slickness of sweat as they slipped and slid against each other.
Just when he felt James’s balls beginning to draw up tight, Sam stopped, easing James back down and sliding his hands from James’s waist to ass, his thighs, one finger tracing the edge of his rim, where Sam’s dick was stretching him tight. James let out a shocked, hot sound, putting his hands on the headboard on either side of Sam’s head and arching his back. He started off slow, rolling his hips in a smooth, dirty grind, building it up slow, teasing. In pay-back Sam pressed in close and bit at his nipple, pressing the nail of his thumb against the other one.
The action was like a spark on gasoline; James groaned, his movements getting frantic, flexing his thighs to angle Sam’s dick exactly where he wanted it and then shoving back against it, greedy now, his breath shuddering in his chest as his dick swelled. Sam reached down and got a hand around it, jerking it quickly, drawing him to the edge and then over it, James’s groans getting more breathy and then silent as he gave it up, come spurting between them. The rhythmic clench of his ass tightening reminded Sam with a choked gasp exactly how close he was to his own orgasm, and seemed to remind James, too; after a few more seconds he stopped shuddering, loose all over now that’d he come but determined to work through the oversensitivity. He cocked his head invitingly, almost like it was a challenge: come on.
Sam got a hard grip on his hips and thrust up hard, feeling James shudder and shake beneath his hands, biting his red lips and looking absolutely destroyed, with this look on his face - pleasure and happiness and longing and so many other threads that Sam wanted to pick apart, but then he was coming hard, gasping with it. After a few seconds he slumped exhausted against James, who eased himself off slowly with a wet noise, peeled off the condom and then guided Sam to lie down. His eyes closed, and when he opened them again James was sitting up beside him, tissues in hand, gently wiping the come off Sam’s belly. After a few moments he seemed to sense Sam watching him, and finished cleaning himself up before trashing the tissues and turning to face Sam. He was smiling - a faint echo of the look Sam had seen on his face after he’d come - but there was something closed off about it, too: he was going to leave. Sam knew it.
But James had said his apartment wasn’t exactly close, and it was late, and he’d just given Sam the best orgasm he’d had in -- maybe ever, and most of all Sam was getting cold, so it was easy to slide beneath the covers and hold them open, inviting. “Keep me warm?”
James looked surprised, and then his face cracked into a smile - a real one, this time. “Okay,” he said, and then he moved in close and lay down on his back and when Sam slung an arm over his waist he felt a warm weight on his hand as James covered it with his own; and Sam was struck with the sudden realisation that maybe James hadn’t been preparing to leave; maybe he’d been preparing himself for Sam to tell him to leave.
They lay in comfortable silence for a while, Sam slowly drifting off into the deep sleep of the thoroughly-fucked, but when James spoke he blinked his eyes open again.
"Thank you, for -- you know. That was, uh. That was fuckin’ incredible.”
Sam huffed a sleepy laugh into the pillow.
“You say that like it was your first time.”
When James stilled, Sam looked up, jolting back into wakefulness when he saw the expression on James’s face.
"Wait -- that was--?" Sam tried to keep the surprise out of his face, but he wasn’t sure he managed it.
James took a few seconds to answer. "Well, there was one time in college, but. Yeah. Kind of, I guess."
Which answered some things - his moments of hesitation throughout the night, the way he pushed himself too hard, at first - though Sam had so many questions too: but -- you were so confident? why now? why me? But James had trailed off into silence, and Sam sensed that there was more he was still figuring out how to put into words. He waited.
"My parents were kind of -- conservative," James said after a while, voice quiet in the darkness. "But I guess it was mostly just me: took me a long time to. Accept it, or whatever." His voice cracked, and then he laughed, a harsh scrape of a noise. He scrubbed his hand over his face. "Sorry, this is -- stupid, I don't know why the fuck I'm telling you this," he said, shifting like he was about to get out of bed.
Sam reached out and put a gentle hand on his wrist, rubbing his thumb over James's racing pulse. "Hey, man," he said. "I'm glad you told me. I'm sorry it wasn't easy for you, but. You're here now, right? You got there eventually. Also," Sam added, letting his smile bleed into his voice as he felt James's pulse even out, "I'm real glad you picked me."
James rolled over, turning onto his side to face Sam. The thin bars of light filtering between the gaps in the blinds cut across his face, illuminating the sharp line of his jaw, his furrowed brow, his dark eyes as he gave Sam a long, searching gaze, before leaning in and brushing their mouths together, in a way that somehow felt more intimate than any of their other kisses.
"Yeah," James murmured. "I'm real glad I picked you too."
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me: has never written a proper sex scene before me: writes nearly 4k of filthy, filthy bucky/sam
Anyway, this is partly inspired by hansbekhart’s Make a Thing Go Right (link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4195266/chapters/9476418) because (okay, mild spoilers here) I was really interested in the way that Sam had never been with a guy before, and yet still dived right in with James, maybe because (being former pararescue) he’s already had a lot of practice at improvising with what he has in unfamiliar situations - something that I think would’ve come through clearer in this thing that I wrote if I’d had the time to research in order to make the context more apparent:
This is an early scene from my paramedic!Sam/firefighter!Bucky modern au - that I hope to write in full one day (I have the basic plot outlined, but it was this prompt that made me sit down and start fleshing it out, and here we are now, with a lot of porn and only a tiny bit of plot), except that I have literally no knowledge of Brooklyn or how the EMS system works there, and right now I don’t have much free time for research -- if anyone has some pointers on where to look for that kind of thing, I’d really appreciate it!
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Re: Rise Up (2/2)
Date: 2016-01-14 03:20 pm (UTC)"Easy, easy," Sam soothed, smoothing a hand up James's thigh, the other running down James's back, curving over his ass and squeezing a little, encouraging. He dragged a finger across to where two of James's were thrusting inside in a way that seemed just the wrong side of painful. Sam brushed a hand over James's wrist, and James's fingers stopped moving. "Can I?"
"Fuck, I," James said, voice oddly tight, stopping short when Sam pressed a warm kiss against his collarbone. "Yeah, okay," he continued breathily, sliding his fingers free. Then, smirking: "S'all yours."
Sam picked up the lube, squeezing it out onto his fingers. He eased back around and pressed the pad of one finger against where James was already slick. There was some give, there; but not enough for Sam to be comfortable with just sticking his fingers in, so: Plan B. With the fingers of one hand he slowly traced at James's rim, feeling it twitch beneath his fingertips, while his other hand closed firmly around James's dick, which had wilted slightly. He kept his movements slow, teasing, waiting until James's hips were beginning to twitch, his hole loosening beneath Sam's finger, which Sam rubbed around a little more, making sure it was fully slick, before easing it inside.
"Fffffffuck," James exhaled, breath shaking, eyes clenched shut. His dick twitched in Sam's hand, hips moving more erratically.
"Good?" Sam asked. He flicked his tongue against James's nipple, feeling the hot silky warmth of him clench around his finger as he thrust it slowly in and out.
"It's -- ah -- okay, I guess," James panted in reply, opening his eyes to give Sam a look that made it pretty damn clear that Sam was taking him apart piece by piece.
After a few minutes James rolled his hips, insistent. "Gimme another," he said, and Sam obliged, adding a third after a few minutes more. He crooked his fingers, held them still, and sat back for a while, drinking in the sight of James twitching back and forth between the hand on his dick and the fingers inside him, mouth open and wet and curved into a smile. The sight had Sam shifting until his dick pressed up against the tight swell of James's balls; they both gasped at the sensation, and then James ducked down and got a hand around the back of Sam's neck, pulling him in for a fierce kiss. When they pulled apart, James's eyes were dark, and hungry. "Come on," he murmured, getting a hand between them and giving Sam's cock a long, slow stroke. "Fuck me."
The words were like a suckerpunch of the best kind, all of the air leaving Sam's lungs at once.
“Okay,” he said, the rhythm of it coming so easy: getting the condom on, slicking himself up, easing James up and spreading him apart, their hands laced together over Sam’s dick as James sank down slowly and eased it inside; the both of them groaning, trying not to go too fast, until Sam’s balls were pressed up against James’s ass and they both stilled, panting, for a moment. James’s face was frozen in pleasure -- and something else, too, something unreadable that in the moment Sam didn’t have the mental energy to decipher, but made him pause to check.
“This okay?” he asked, and James’s face thawed, fixing Sam with a look that made him hot all over, like they both weren’t already slick with sweat.
“Thought I asked you to fuck me,” he said, rolling his hips, heaving himself nearly off Sam’s cock before sliding back down again, the thick muscle of his thighs flexing and shuddering beneath Sam’s hands -- they were both close, already; this wouldn’t last long.
“I can do that,” Sam said, leaning in and biting at James’s lip, drawing a low moan out of him. He pulled back, settled his hands on James’s solid hips, and then they were off: James keeping still and letting Sam really give it to him, dragging his cock in and out of James and feeling James’s heavy dick spurt and drool pre-come against both their bellies, adding to the slickness of sweat as they slipped and slid against each other.
Just when he felt James’s balls beginning to draw up tight, Sam stopped, easing James back down and sliding his hands from James’s waist to ass, his thighs, one finger tracing the edge of his rim, where Sam’s dick was stretching him tight. James let out a shocked, hot sound, putting his hands on the headboard on either side of Sam’s head and arching his back. He started off slow, rolling his hips in a smooth, dirty grind, building it up slow, teasing. In pay-back Sam pressed in close and bit at his nipple, pressing the nail of his thumb against the other one.
The action was like a spark on gasoline; James groaned, his movements getting frantic, flexing his thighs to angle Sam’s dick exactly where he wanted it and then shoving back against it, greedy now, his breath shuddering in his chest as his dick swelled. Sam reached down and got a hand around it, jerking it quickly, drawing him to the edge and then over it, James’s groans getting more breathy and then silent as he gave it up, come spurting between them. The rhythmic clench of his ass tightening reminded Sam with a choked gasp exactly how close he was to his own orgasm, and seemed to remind James, too; after a few more seconds he stopped shuddering, loose all over now that’d he come but determined to work through the oversensitivity. He cocked his head invitingly, almost like it was a challenge: come on.
Sam got a hard grip on his hips and thrust up hard, feeling James shudder and shake beneath his hands, biting his red lips and looking absolutely destroyed, with this look on his face - pleasure and happiness and longing and so many other threads that Sam wanted to pick apart, but then he was coming hard, gasping with it. After a few seconds he slumped exhausted against James, who eased himself off slowly with a wet noise, peeled off the condom and then guided Sam to lie down. His eyes closed, and when he opened them again James was sitting up beside him, tissues in hand, gently wiping the come off Sam’s belly. After a few moments he seemed to sense Sam watching him, and finished cleaning himself up before trashing the tissues and turning to face Sam. He was smiling - a faint echo of the look Sam had seen on his face after he’d come - but there was something closed off about it, too: he was going to leave. Sam knew it.
But James had said his apartment wasn’t exactly close, and it was late, and he’d just given Sam the best orgasm he’d had in -- maybe ever, and most of all Sam was getting cold, so it was easy to slide beneath the covers and hold them open, inviting. “Keep me warm?”
James looked surprised, and then his face cracked into a smile - a real one, this time. “Okay,” he said, and then he moved in close and lay down on his back and when Sam slung an arm over his waist he felt a warm weight on his hand as James covered it with his own; and Sam was struck with the sudden realisation that maybe James hadn’t been preparing to leave; maybe he’d been preparing himself for Sam to tell him to leave.
They lay in comfortable silence for a while, Sam slowly drifting off into the deep sleep of the thoroughly-fucked, but when James spoke he blinked his eyes open again.
"Thank you, for -- you know. That was, uh. That was fuckin’ incredible.”
Sam huffed a sleepy laugh into the pillow.
“You say that like it was your first time.”
When James stilled, Sam looked up, jolting back into wakefulness when he saw the expression on James’s face.
"Wait -- that was--?" Sam tried to keep the surprise out of his face, but he wasn’t sure he managed it.
James took a few seconds to answer. "Well, there was one time in college, but. Yeah. Kind of, I guess."
Which answered some things - his moments of hesitation throughout the night, the way he pushed himself too hard, at first - though Sam had so many questions too: but -- you were so confident? why now? why me? But James had trailed off into silence, and Sam sensed that there was more he was still figuring out how to put into words. He waited.
"My parents were kind of -- conservative," James said after a while, voice quiet in the darkness. "But I guess it was mostly just me: took me a long time to. Accept it, or whatever." His voice cracked, and then he laughed, a harsh scrape of a noise. He scrubbed his hand over his face. "Sorry, this is -- stupid, I don't know why the fuck I'm telling you this," he said, shifting like he was about to get out of bed.
Sam reached out and put a gentle hand on his wrist, rubbing his thumb over James's racing pulse. "Hey, man," he said. "I'm glad you told me. I'm sorry it wasn't easy for you, but. You're here now, right? You got there eventually. Also," Sam added, letting his smile bleed into his voice as he felt James's pulse even out, "I'm real glad you picked me."
James rolled over, turning onto his side to face Sam. The thin bars of light filtering between the gaps in the blinds cut across his face, illuminating the sharp line of his jaw, his furrowed brow, his dark eyes as he gave Sam a long, searching gaze, before leaning in and brushing their mouths together, in a way that somehow felt more intimate than any of their other kisses.
"Yeah," James murmured. "I'm real glad I picked you too."
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me: has never written a proper sex scene before
me: writes nearly 4k of filthy, filthy bucky/sam
Anyway, this is partly inspired by hansbekhart’s Make a Thing Go Right (link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4195266/chapters/9476418) because (okay, mild spoilers here) I was really interested in the way that Sam had never been with a guy before, and yet still dived right in with James, maybe because (being former pararescue) he’s already had a lot of practice at improvising with what he has in unfamiliar situations - something that I think would’ve come through clearer in this thing that I wrote if I’d had the time to research in order to make the context more apparent:
This is an early scene from my paramedic!Sam/firefighter!Bucky modern au - that I hope to write in full one day (I have the basic plot outlined, but it was this prompt that made me sit down and start fleshing it out, and here we are now, with a lot of porn and only a tiny bit of plot), except that I have literally no knowledge of Brooklyn or how the EMS system works there, and right now I don’t have much free time for research -- if anyone has some pointers on where to look for that kind of thing, I’d really appreciate it!
Come yell at me on tumblr: url is the same as here!