Family Time

Summary: Follows Coping. Bucky has trust issues. But he trusts Sam completely.
Warning(s): D/s; M/m; sexual situations; fluffiness; Spoilers for Falcon and the Winter Soldier; AU; some references to injury
Pairing: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes

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Bucky had good days and bad days. Who didn't? But since becoming partners, lovers, with Sam... The good far outweighed the bad. That was why today was so difficult. He didn't know what had set him off (solo session with therapist dredging up old guilts that morning), but he'd been progressively more and more depressed as the day went on. When they got a call that Captain America and Winter Soldier were needed to take down a group of potential terrorists with a dirty bomb, he was happy. Maybe knocking a few heads together would pull him out of his funk.

Sam had noticed that Bucky wasn't in a particularly great mood today. He hadn't made his lover talk about it, instead focusing more on family and his sister's cookies and working on the boat...hoping that focusing on the good would help Bucky to feel better and able to talk, if he needed, without pushing the other man into it.

When the call came in, Sam noticed the uplift in Bucky's mood. It maybe wasn't the best thing to cheer his lover up, but at least it was something. "How about I send Sarah a message? Ask her to come round later with AJ and Cass?" he offered, leaving unsaid that he'd ask her to bring round cookies as well.

Bucky blinked, then grinned. "Sounds good. We should be back by then, right?" He was grabbing his gear as they talked. A Quinjet would be there to pick them up fairly soon.

"I'd be very surprised if we weren't." Sam went to grab his own gear. "It would mean we were dealing with a much bigger threat than either of us anticipated."

"Yeah. They'd bring in more people for something larger," Bucky agreed, heading outside when he heard the jet landing.

Sam quickly went to join Bucky outside and then, once the jet landed, he headed onto it.

***

Luckily, it hadn't been more than Sam and Bucky could handle on their own. Unluckily... Bucky had gotten shot.

In the ass.

Six hours, one emergency surgery to remove the bullet, several arguments with the hospital he'd been taken to (and Sam) and one threat of taking off AMA... and the Quinjet was taking him and Sam back home. Bucky was stretched out on his stomach in the back, slightly grumpy because the pain meds didn't last that long with his super soldier metabolism. "It's gonna be too late to hang with AJ and Cass..." he said, obviously disappointed.

"There's always tomorrow," Sam pointed out. "When I told Sarah what happened, she promised she'd leave a box of cookies. Told me to let her know when you're up to having visitors. With your fast healing, tomorrow's not looking like a bad option."

"Yeah... May not be able to play like usual, but I should be healed enough to have them over, at least..." Bucky acknowledged both his rapid healing factor; and the fact he'd been wounded badly enough that he would need to take it easy for at least a day. "Least we can have cookies..." he said, only slightly mollified.

"As long as you're good and rest and take it easy," Sam teased gently.

Bucky wrinkled his nose. "I can be really good... Dunno if it would count as taking it easy, though..." He winked.

Sam snorted softly. "We can explore you being really good once the injury is no longer a factor. For now...let's just focus on the taking it easy part."

Bucky pouted. "I can be good and take it easy..." he said suggestively.

"What did you have in mind?" Sam asked.

"Somehow, think you won't wanna do what I have in mind..." Bucky sighed, leaning up and kissing Sam. "We can watch a movie and cuddle, though. Since I figure you won't wanna fill me up till I can remove the bandage and me filling you would need me to not take it easy..." He grinned sheepishly.

Sam kissed Bucky in return, gently stroking the side of his face. "There're other things we can do that don't require either of us to fill the other up," he commented, running his hand down Bucky's spine.

"Like what?" Bucky asked curiously, wondering what Sam might have in mind.

"We can use our hands. Or our mouths. Or both," Sam commented.

"True..." Bucky yawned. "Damnit... they snuck me one of the elephant tranquilizers, didn't they?" he grumbled, leaning toward Sam. "We're almost home and I'm gonna have to be dragged off the stupid jet...."

"That's okay." Sam's smile was fond as he commented, "I can be the one to take you off the jet."

"Yer prolly the only one who could lug my heavy butt anywhere..." Bucky mumbled, just before he passed out.

Sam snorted softly. When the jet landed, he carefully lifted Bucky into his arms and carried his lover off the jet, heading toward the house with him.

Bucky would never admit it later, but he cuddled as close to Sam as possible in his asleep state, causing the pilot of the Quinjet to give Sam a big grin as she took a photo with her phone. "Should I send you a copy of this, sir?" she asked cheekily.

Sam paused and then gave her a grin in return. "Yeah. Just don't let him see that you've got the picture," he suggested.

"Of course not, sir..." The pilot nodded. She waited until they were clear of the jet, then took off. Sam hadn't even got into the front door when his phone pinged that he'd received an email.

Bucky was oblivious, just nuzzling and cuddling.

Sam carefully carried Bucky into the house, closing and locking the door behind them before carrying his lover to their bedroom.

****

Thirty minutes later, Bucky was waking up from his power nap. He kept his eyes closed and his breathing even while he assessed his situation.

Sam had settled Bucky comfortably in the bed, at least as comfortably as he could make his lover, given Bucky's injury. He was sitting on the bed beside the other man, reading.

Once he realized he was at home, in bed, Sam sitting beside him protecting his back, Bucky relaxed, carefully scooting over so that his head was on Sam's lap. Sam had left him on his stomach, so it was more like a crawl. As soon as he was situated, he looked up at Sam, his cheek resting on the other man's thigh, and gave him an innocently sweet smile. "You carried me upstairs!"

"Of course, I did." Sam put his book down and gently carded his fingers through Bucky's hair. "I wanted to make sure you were comfortable."

Bucky smiled, kissing Sam's thigh and half closing his eyes as he focused on the fingers carding through his hair. "I am very comfortable..." He sighed, kissing Sam's thigh again, a little higher up.

Sam smiled, his member stirring a little in response to the kisses, though he kept carding his fingers through Bucky's hair. "Good to know."

Bucky purred, kissing Sam again, just a bit higher up. He continued the trail of kisses until he could nuzzle and kiss Sam's member, even if it was through a layer of material.

Sam groaned softly. His member began to swell and harden in response to the kissing and nuzzling, straining against his pants.

Bucky chuckled softly, carefully tugging Sam's pants down far enough to release his member from its confines. As soon as his mate's shaft sprung free, he sucked it into his mouth, licking gently along with a steady suction.

Sam's groan was louder and more drawn out. His head fell back as his hands came up to gently clasp Bucky's head, holding gently onto his lover. His member grew and swelled quickly, and his breaths came harder and faster, indicating his arousal even further.

Bucky hummed happily at Sam's grip on his head, continuing to steadily lick and suck, not in any hurry or wanting anything more than to do what he was doing. He was fully comfortable and felt like he could stay like this forever, on his knees pleasuring his mate.

Sam gently ran his hands down Bucky's back, lightly squeezing. He carefully avoided touching his lover where the bullet had hit, but otherwise, he stroked and explored Bucky's body, sliding his hands under the other man's shirt so he could more easily touch and caress bare skin.

Bucky released long enough to catch his breath and whisper, "Told ya I wanted ya to fill me up..." teasingly. Kissing Sam's tip, he began nuzzling all around the erection before taking it back into his mouth. He slid down as far as he could go without gagging; swallowing, licking, and sucking hard.

Sam snorted softly, a faint sense of humor sparking that was quickly swallowed by arousal. His member was quickly beginning to leak precum and he saw no reason to hold back or try to slow down. His fingers gripped gently in Bucky's hair; not pulling, just gently holding on.

Bucky kept up what he was doing, though he did reach one hand up to squeeze Sam's wrist. He liked feeling Sam's hands on his head, 'holding him in place', even if he wasn't exerting any force. He made a happy noise at tasting Sam.

"Good...." Sam breathed out. "You feel so very good surrounding me." His fingers flexed on Bucky's head, and he groaned louder.

Bucky groaned in response to Sam's fingers tightening on his head, increasing the pressure and speed of his actions. He wanted to get more of those sounds and attention.

Sam's groans and moans came louder and faster, even as his fingers continued to flex on his lover's head. Eventually, he had to give verbal warning...even though he knew Bucky wouldn't pull away. "I'm going to..." he managed to gasp out.

Bucky squeezed Sam's wrist gently in acknowledgement but didn't pull back or stop.

A split second later, Sam's release came over him and he released hard and long into Bucky's mouth, fingers tightening slightly in his lover's hair.

Bucky continued his attention through Sam's release, swallowing quickly. When Sam had finished, he gently licked his mate clean and then pulled back to give the other man a self-satisfied smirk. He didn't need to say anything. It was clear on his face how proud of himself he was.

Sam smiled and leaned down to press a tender kiss against Bucky's lips. "That felt good. Really good," he commented. "And had the added advantage of not putting pressure on your injury," he joked.

Bucky chuckled. "Yeah. Didn't even pull a little..."

"Good to know." Sam laughed softly and kissed a little deeper.

Bucky happily returned the kiss for several moments before pulling back and giving Sam a mischievous grin. "When you gonna get me my cookies?"

"They were just waiting for you to wake up." Sam grinned. "You want to have them in here? Or move to the living room, where we can watch some TV?" 

"Let's move to the living room... Although I might need to stretch out on the sofa..." Bucky smiled.

"I'm sure that's doable. You can always put your head in my lap," Sam suggested. He stood up and held a hand out to Bucky to help his lover up.

Bucky took Sam's hand before carefully getting up. His healing was already working overtime, but he was still tender and sore, even if it wasn't as bad as it had originally been. He shifted to lean on his mate, even if it wasn't strictly necessary.

Sam immediately wrapped his arm around Bucky's shoulders and guided his mate towards the living room. Once there, he helped Bucky to stretch out comfortably on the couch and made sure the cookies were in easy reach.

Bucky waited for Sam to sit before completely relaxing. He did lay his head on Sam's lap. "They made a cartoon... About Stark... Wanna see how accurate it is?"

Sam gently stroked his fingers through Bucky's hair. "We can watch it," he agreed. "Though if it hits too close to home for either of us, I think we should switch it off."

"Good point..." Bucky agreed. He settled into place, snuggling Sam, humming at the hair rub and eating his cookies.

Continuing to gently stroke Bucky's hair, Sam turned the TV on and put the cartoon on.

****

It was a couple of days later and except for a pink, shiny spot of obviously 'new' skin, Bucky was healed. He was playing with the kids while Sam and his sister went over finances for the family business.

Sam was mostly focused on going over the finances...but he was also keeping half an eye on Bucky, in case his mate needed him in any way. Bucky might be healed, but Sam couldn't help his feeling of protectiveness over his mate.

Sarah saw where her brother kept looking and huffed in fond amusement. "That boy is strong as an ox and healthier than a germ in a trash bin. You can let him out of your sight for a few moments...."

"It's not his strength or health that I'm worried about." Sam's rueful comment was half made under his breath, though he knew his sister would still hear it.

Sarah's smile turned a bit sad at that. "Yeah. But his mind? Is healing. He smiles a lot more now than when I first met him... I mean genuine smiles. Not that pasted on 'I'm pretending so Sam don't worry, and his family will feel comfortable' smile he wore when he first started coming around."

"You think so?" Sam smiled at the evidence his sister could see that Bucky was doing so much better now. He'd been able to see it for himself, but it was good that Sarah could as well.

"Yeah. I do. And it's kinda obvious he thinks you hung the moon and stars...." Sarah put away the ledger she'd just finished working on.

"Feeling's mutual," Sam said simply.

"Oh... I can see that too..." Sarah chuckled. "You might want to go rescue him..." She nodded at where the two kids were crawling on top of the ex-assassin, while he pretended to be over-powered.

"We could probably do with taking a break, too." Sam stood and went over to rescue his partner from their nephews.

Sarah followed behind. "Boys... Go get cleaned up. I'm thinking maybe we can go out for dinner tonight..." she said to her sons, though the look she gave Bucky indicated he'd best include himself in the order to get clean.

"You heard her." Sam grinned and offered Bucky a hand to help him up.

Bucky took Sam's hand and let himself be pulled up. "Guess I better get moving to the shower or all the hot water will be taken..." He laughed.

"Good idea," Sam agreed. "Though a cold shower could be enjoyable in the right circumstances." He dropped his voice low enough that his words wouldn't carry past Bucky's ears.

Bucky snorted. "I can only think of one circumstance where that is the case..." He waggled his eyebrows.

"I think we're both thinking of the same circumstance," Sam commented, wrapping his arm around Bucky's waist to lead his lover into the house.

Bucky stole a kiss from Sam as they went upstairs and into their room. The old house had been remodeled so that they had their own private attached bath, so Bucky glanced at Sam as he began to undress. "You gonna join me?" he whispered, so no one could hear his question.

Sam smiled at that, letting his eyes roam over his mate's body appreciatively as his lover undressed. "Yeah. I'd like that," he agreed, his voice just as quiet. He stepped into Bucky's space to give him a long, lingering kiss.

Bucky sighed happily, returning the kiss.

From out in the hall, Sarah's voice carried to all the rooms. "You all better not be taking too long. I'm hungry!"

Bucky chuckled and shook his head before turning toward the bath. "You heard the lady. We gotta be quick." He grinned over his shoulder.

"Oh, I don't think what I have in mind will take very long at all." Sam followed his mate to the bath, stripping his own clothes off.

"Oh?" Bucky grinned as he turned the water on, holding a hand under the spray to get a comfortable temperature. "What do you have in mind?" he purred, before stepping into the shower.

Stepping into the shower to join his mate, Sam reached for the shower gel and began to liberally wash his lover's body, touching and stroking along bare skin.

Bucky relaxed as Sam took care of him. It was still a novelty to him, that not only would someone be brave enough to risk being with him, they'd want to touch him. Touch his scarred, incomplete body. "Feels good..." he whispered, his wonder at Sam loving him so much carrying through in his voice.

"You feel good," Sam whispered, pressing a kiss to Bucky's shoulder. "It feels good to take care of you like this."

Bucky let out a tiny whimper at that, turning just enough so he could give Sam a chaste kiss, but otherwise staying in place. "Never thought I'd be taken care of... Not in a good way."

"I'm not going to stop taking care of you," Sam promised. "We belong to each other now. No more being hurt or used by anyone." He continued to leisurely wash Bucky's body, gently kissing his lover's lips.

"I'd die for you. For you and Sarah and the kids..." Bucky admitted quietly, returning the kiss.

"I won't let you," Sam replied, his voice as serious as it had ever been.

Bucky smiled at that. "I'd look at every other option first, of course. But if there weren't other options? Just saying..." he said honestly.

"I feel the same way about you," Sam said quietly. "I love you."

"I love you too. So much..." Bucky swallowed hard, before giving a crooked smile. "We don't get moving, Sarah is gonna yell...."

"I think you're clean enough." By this point, Sam had washed every available part of his lover's body.

Bucky chuckled. "You got me very clean." He turned and began to help Sam as much as he was able.

Sam moved to make it easier for Bucky to help him, every so often stealing a kiss...though they couldn't waste much time and it wasn't long before he was helping his mate out of the shower so they could both dry off and get dressed.

“You two better get moving. The boys are eyeing the sofa like it is pizza..." Sarah yelled through their door.

"Just in time," Bucky said in amusement, as he was sliding his shoes on and grabbing a brush to do something with his hair.

Sam didn't really need to do much with his own hair. It was short enough that he could leave it to dry naturally as he pulled on his own shoes. "Nearly there," he called back to his sister.

Winking at Sam, Bucky opened the door and yelled down the stairs. "What's this I hear about you two eating boring old seat cushions when we are about to go get some really good Italian?! You don't wanna ruin your appetites!"

Twin protests from the boys quickly had Sam chuckling and shaking his head. "We'd better get down there fast before we end up with chunks taken out of our furniture," he said good-naturedly.

Grinning, Bucky ran half down the stairs before a stern look from Sarah had him slowing to a sheepish walk and uttering, "Sorry, Ma'am."

Chuckling, Sam followed his lover down the stairs at a much more sedate pace.

***

Thirty minutes later, they were all sat around a table placing their orders. "I've heard the veal is good..." Bucky remarked.

Sam smiled at his mate. "We could share what we order," he suggested. "I like the look of the veal, but I also like the look of this dish too."

Bucky leaned over and looked where Sam pointed. "Yeah. We could split both, try a little of both..." he agreed.

"Great. So, it's settled, then." Sam closed the menu and grinned at his mate and the rest of his family.

Everyone else quickly ordered as well. Soon, everyone was happily chatting and eating.

Sam leaned his arm gently against Bucky's and held up a bite of food to his lover's lips, smiling gently.

"Eeeew! Uncle Sam's being muuuushy!" Sam's nephews teased, as Bucky took a bite of the offered food.

Sam chuckled softly. "Just wait until you're older," he teased his nephews right back.

"No way!" the youngest disagreed, before stuffing a meatball in his mouth.

Bucky smiled before splitting his meal in half so Sam could have part of it.

Sam grinned and gently nudged Bucky before he began to eat what his mate had set aside for him.

The meal went by, leisurely and calmly. They finished eating, then ordered dessert, making the moment last as long as possible before heading back home. Bucky enjoyed the family time.

The End