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It all began, as most things do, with a body-pillow.
Sam had tucked himself into bed after a long day’s work as the still-new Captain America, his brain feeling fried from all the tedious paperwork those government old-asses have had him do this whole week. His back was to the door to the bedroom, but he heard Bucky walk in, almost soundlessly so. The weight of the mattress shifts about and after a few moments his boyfriend is under the blanket as well.
He rolls over to kiss Bucky goodnight, when he finally lays eyes on… himself?
Between Bucky’s metal and flesh arm, a body-pillow the size of the soldier himself is clutched. The fabric is all white, with an annoyingly well-made artistic rendition of Sam on it; wearing his Cap Suit he had been gifted from Bucky and the Wakandans.
“Buck?” He says, not being able to take his eyes off the shit eating smirk the pillow is wearing, as if mocking him that Bucky is cuddling up with it in place of Sam himself.
“Mhm?” He gets in reply, as he watches Bucky squeeze the pillow a little tighter.
“What the fuck is that?”
Finally, Bucky rolls over to look at Sam. The motion makes even more of the pillow visible, it makes a vein throb at his temple in annoyance. Why the hell did he love this annoying ass man!?
Bucky shoots Sam smirk “Don’t you recognize yourself?” Sam scoffs “That ain’t me.” He grits out, wanting to rip the stupid pillow out of Bucky’s arms and replace it with himself. Maybe teach the other a lesson; show that he’ll never get rid of or ever be able to replace Sam with anyone or anything.
Bucky sighs softly “Yeah, you’re right—” Sam is about to say ‘Damn straight!’ when Bucky quickly flips over the body-pillow.
The grin on Bucky’s face widens “Now this looks more like you.”
The flipped side of the pillow is Sam as well, one arm over his head, the other resting on his belly. The painted grin has been replaced by a much more soft expression… oh yeah, and he’s only wearing a pair of Captain America boxer-briefs.
Sam sits up quickly in the bed, looming over his boyfriend. “Dude! Get that thing out of here!” He says, gripping onto the pillow. Bucky quickly flips over again, his back to Sam and the enemy pillow under his body. “I don't think so. Pillow-Sam here doesn't forget date nights, so I think he deserves a spot in this bed, don't you agree?” Sam nearly face-palms at the pettiness. “That’s what this is about? I told you all the paperwork shit had me late.” Sam argues softly, remembering they were supposed to go out tonight.
“Pillow-Sam knows how the text application on a mobile phone works too. Goodnight Samuel.” Bucky reaches out an arm and turns off the light at his bedside table with that, cuddling closer to the pillow and further away from Sam.
Sam flops back onto his own pillow, missing being curled around Bucky’s back.
He knew tomorrow night Bucky and him would be fine again. Their arguments were always petty and stupid—easily solved by a night of sleep, followed by a lot of heated kisses and soft apologies the next day.
The more important thing is where the FUCK did he get that body pillow?!
•••
@CaliforniarollAllie posted!
“Thank you so much to @OneArmedCat for being the
first person to order one of my Captain America
double sided body pillows! I added a couple of free
sticker into your pack as a small token of my appreciation!”
@OneArmedCat replied to @CaliforniarollAllie
“The commissions I’ve gotten from you in the past are
always amazing, and the ‘customer service’ is always nice
so how could I not order one? I look forward to sleeping
with our dear Cap :)”
@BiteOf87 replied to @CaliforniarollAllie
“Of course they got one, dude is like the #1 biggest
CapSam commissioner on artistTwT loooool”
@victorythorn24 replied to @CaliforniarollAllie
“I want one too!”
•••
Today was Sam’s first day off in two weeks. No reason to wake up early with stress and annoyances.
His eyes fluttered open without an alarm screaming in his face.
Sam was on his back, Bucky had his head on his chest, his metal arm was over Sam’s bare stomach and his right was trapped between Bucky’s own chest and Sam’s ribs.
It had taken a few days to make Bucky stop sleeping with the body-pillow. As soon as Bucky had relented Sam had thrown the thing as far back into their closet as possible and assaulted Bucky’s face with too many kisses to count, the hard-earned giggles the super soldier had let out was worth all the irritable jealousy at a stupid pillow.
Every now and then Sam would come home, and Bucky would be reading a book on the couch, with the pillow over his lap. It always resulted with the body-pillow being thrown to the other end of the living room, and the two men in bed with much less clothes on than when Sam had first entered the home.
Sam knew Bucky did it on purpose, and Bucky knew that Sam knew. Neither cared, it was kind of fun.
•••
@skeletonPAINTS posted!
“Thanks @OneArmedCat for another commission!”
[Full color drawing of Sam, wearing a white tank top
and blue short-shorts, kneeling on a bed. He is flashing a
big smile and holding a Winter Soldier plushie is one arm.]
@wiseguylicemice replied to @skeletonPAINTS
“I’m gonna eat your art”
@OneArmedCat replied to @skeletonPAINTS
“This is great! Thanks a lot.”
@CoolAsACarrot replied to @OneArmedCat
“Yo, are you required by law that you NEED to commission art
of Captain America at least once every week or else you die?”
@OneArmedCat replied to @CoolAsACarrot
“Yes.”
•••
Sam hadn’t meant to stumble upon Bucky’s… uh, stash?
One of the light bulbs over the dinner table had stopped working while Bucky was out buying groceries. And as the very handsome and capable boyfriend he is, Sam is going to replace it! (With a bulb from the box of bulbs Bucky had bought a month ago, swearing up and down that the lights in Sam’s dining room were ‘older than Bucky himself’ and ‘it was just a matter of time before one fried.’ But that was beside the point!)
Opening the extra room they had made into a storage space, Sam looked through the couple of closets and half-filled moving boxes there. There was an old dresser in the corner with a broken leg, Sam had promised he'd fix it soon ( ‘four months ago’ he felt Bucky’s voice nagging him) he opened the first drawer and felt like he had fallen through several dimensions and into some weird alternate reality.
The drawer was filled with colorful prints of artist renditions of Sam himself. All in their own see-through plastic folder sleeves, he assumed to protect the paper. The drawer beneath was in a similar state, but had several Captain America key rings and stickers too.
His first thought is ‘Holy shit… I’m in love with a loser—he’s so goddamn CUTE!’ His second thought is ‘I gotta get in on this.’
Sam rifles through the art. Feeling his cheeks get warm at the more explicit art of himself, damn Bucky is thirsty .
He notes down a couple of names from the artist's watermarks and slams the drawer closed. The bulbs are forgotten; he doesn't even get the urge to snap back at Bucky later when he teases Sam about his old ass bulb having died.
He was on a mission.
•••
@victorythorn24 posted!
“Commission I did for @FlyGuyBiGuy ! Haha I’ve never
had to draw a congressman like this before, it was fun”
[Full color drawing of Bucky as a poolside. He’s wearing
just a red speedo and some sunglasses, smiling
wide as his feet splash the water forwards.]
@FlyGuyBiGuy replied to @victorythorn24
“This is amazing! You captured his pasty white ass-ness
perfectly! Worth every penny 😎”
@SaltyYagi replied to @victorythorn24
“I’m eating your art, and then I’m eating you ;)
@myshaylaaaaa replied to @victorythorn24
“this is like the 5th artist this week I’ve seen
flyguy commission bucky barnes art of LMAO”
•••
Sam thought it would be funny to store all the art he had gotten made of Bucky in the closet right across from Bucky’s dresser.
Captain America merch was a dime a dozen in most stores, so Sam found it kind of funny Bucky went out of his way to commission people online for art of him. Maybe it was so he could get those raunchy pieces too, but his dresser of shame had a lot of innocent pieces too.
Now… merch of the Winter Soldier was pretty much impossible, he still had enough of a reputation (pardoned or not, congressman or not) that no merch lines nor plush companies wanted anything to do with his image. If you asked Sam, his recent commissions were for the greater good, whereas Bucky was just a horny little freak (affectionately.)
Sam caressed the crochet plushie he had gotten made of Bucky that was currently in his hands. Its design reflected how Bucky had looked around the time when Sam officially adopted the mantle of Captain America. Short dark hair, leather jacket and a cute scowl.
An idea popped into the captain’s head, making him grin.
•••
“Sam, what the hell are you holding?” He heard Bucky speak from beside the couch, where he was currently sitting with his phone out.
Sam looked up at Bucky, feigning innocence. “I’m reading? Are you finally at that age where you need glasses, Buck?”
Bucky did his trademark furrow-browed look, gesturing to Sam’s lap with his metal hand.
The Bucky-plush matched Bucky’s annoyed look like a cute little twin, Sam wanted to laugh, he nearly did.
“Oh him? This is Bucky two-point-oh, he’s a lot nicer than the old one.” Sam picked up the plush, grabbing one of the little arms and making Bucky wave at himself. A second later little Buck was knocked to the carpeted floor, and Sam was pinned to the couch by a red looking super soldier.
“There isn’t any other me, than me. ” Bucky says, voice annoyed and hands right around Sam’s wrists. The pinned captain smiles confidently, his legs wrapping up and around Bucky’s hips “Better show me who’s the real one, you still feel as soft as a plush.” A small grin grows on Bucky’s still scowling face “You're gonna eat those words Hon’.” Sam leans forward, his lips ghosting over Bucky’s “Imma’ eat something alright.” He winks.
Strong arms move to hold Sam’s middle and he’s lifted off the couch, legs still around Bucky’s hips.
It’s a quick walk to the bedroom.
•••
@OllieCrochetBoutique is now messaging @FlyGuyBiGuy !
OllieCrochetBoutique: Hey! Did the little guy get
there safely?
FluGuyBiGuy: Yeah! He was perfect haha, you really
nailed his scowl LMAO
OllieCrochetBoutique: Haha, every pic I could find
of him online he always looks like he just saw someone
he hates, so it was easy to get references
FlyGuyBiGuy: Oh I bet!
FlyGuyBiGuy: My boyfriend wasn't a fan of him (not
because the plush was badly done) he just get jealous
over silly things. It worked out for me tho ;)
OllieCrochetBoutique: OMG that’s so funny. Glad
to be of service! o7
•••
“Sam?” Bucky gently speaks into the dark of their bedroom, Sam is curled around Bucky’s back, nearly asleep when his name being spoken wakes him all the way up again. He grumbles in reply, squeezing the other closer and burying his nose into Bucky’s nape; he smells like the strawberry shampoo Sam had gotten him for his birthday.
He feels Bucky curl his flesh hand around the hand Sam has at Bucky’s chest, it makes his stomach flutter for a few seconds.
“Are you commissioning artists online for drawings of me?” Sam feels his own body go tense for a moment, if he lied Buckley would know. The physical reaction already told him everything the soldier would need to know, lying would just feel like an insult to Bucky.
“Are you commissioning art of me?” He shoots back. He feels Bucky’s heart speed up a bit under his hand, telling him everything.
“Do you want us to stop?” Bucky instead says, Sam can’t quite place the tone.
“We could also keep going. I already found your stash, you reeeally like me in tank tops.” Sam teases lightly, placing a gentle kiss on Bucky’s neck. Bucky turns his head, capturing Sam’s lips with his own. “Not as much as you like me in swimwear.” He whispers close to Sam’s ear, making an issue, ahem… arise, in his underwear.
Sam tucks Bucky even closer to his front. “Better show me all the art you've hidden away or not printed yet, I wanna see what kinda freaky shit you’ve been up to, old man.” Bucky arches his back a bit “Maybe if you earn it, Cap.”
•••
@CaliforniarollAllie posted!
“Thanks for the commission @FlyGuyBiGuy I’ve
never done art of this man before, but it was quite
fun! I hope my congressman never sees this TToTT
[Full color drawing of Bucky shirtless on a motorcycle.
he is leaning back slightly, with his metal hand above
his face to shield his eyes from the sun. There’s a gentle
smile on his face.]
@FlyGuyBiGuy replied to @CaliforniarollAllie
“It looks so good! Nice job on the details of the
vibranium arm :D”
@skeletonPAINTS replied to @CaliforniarollAllie
The way you rendered this makes me wanna CRY /pos”
@OneArmedCat replied to @CaliforniarollAllie
“This looks so good. Sucks you had to draw
*that guy* though.”
@FlyGuyBiGuy replied to @OneArmedCat
“I’m beating your ass the next time I see you”
@OneArmedCat replied to @FlyGuyBiGuy
“Promise?”
@User82917471 replied to @CaliforniarollAllie
“Didnt that guy shoot jfk?”
•••
Group Chat: Art idiots united!
Member amount: 12
Members active now: 5
vanessa0art0studio Anyone else think FlyGuy and Cat
are lowkey (highkey) fucking?
OllieCrochetBoutique: Finally someone said it!!!
DonnieDotCom: i was kinda scared they were
gonna do the freaky in the replies of the commission
I did for cat last week
vanessa0art0studio: I saw! 😭
skeletonPAINTS: Probably some gay ass courting
ritual too advanced for our brains to comprehend
CaliforniarollAllie: I think it’s cute :3
skeletonPAINTS: I hope one of them want another
drawing of their half-dressed celebrity crush soon.
I need money for rent
•••
Bucky has Sam sitting on the kitchen counter, with himself standing between Sam’s spread legs. The captain’s arms were around Bucky’s neck, Bucky’s own hands sliding up under the front of Sam’s shirt.
Sam breaks away from their kiss, carding his hand up Bucky’s hair that has been growing a bit longer. “Why do you always ask for art of me in so little clothing? I can drop my pants quicker than they can put pen to paper. I even do it for free.” He moves his mouth to suck a bruise into the pale neck, knowing it’ll heal itself gone in less than an hour anyways.
Bucky chuckles, squeezing at Sam’s hips.”The artists don’t give me as much lip as you do while you do it, though.” A matching smile breaks out on Sam’s face at that.
“I thought you loved my lips.” He fake pouts, when Bucky turns his head back to look at him.
“They have their moments.” With that he dives in for another kiss, Sam can’t help but squeeze his legs tighter around his boyfriend.
•••
@OneArmedCat is now messaging @skeletonPAINTS !
OneArmedCat: Hey, are your commissions still open?
skeletonPAINTS: They sure are!
OneArmedCat: I'd like an art piece, please. I know
you usually post the finished pieces on your account
publicly, but can we keep this one between us. It’s
more personal.
skeletonPAINTS: Oh for sure 👍 that’s totally fine.
What are you looking for?
@OneArmedCat is writing…!
•••
Sam hadn’t meant to find the art piece.
Usually Bucky kept all his in the broken drawer, and Sam’s were in the storage closet. A silent agreement for privacy, even though they could see each other’s commissions online when the artist posted them.
So when Sam picked out one of the books from Bucky’s section of the bookcase and a plastic protected art piece fell out from between them, it was safe to say Sam was surprised.
Maybe the old soldier thought Sam was looking through his art drawer, and thought this was a better hiding spot, since Sam hadn’t previously shown interest in his rom-coms.
It didn’t cross his mind to not look, since Sam and Bucky had an agreement on trying not to keep secrets and to try and be as honest with each other as they could.
The Captain flipped over the paper and was met by something he had never expected.
It was Sam in a nice white suit, smiling brightly with red and purple flowers on his breast-pocket, beside him was Bucky; wearing a black suit with the same flowers in the same place, his smile just as happy. They were by an altar, with flowers and rice being thrown in the air above them.
The happy display made Sam’s heart race like nothing else, his face grew warm and his stomach started to flutter.
Holy shit.
He wants to marry Bucky so bad.
If the bastard beats him to the punch of proposing, he fears there might be an on-sight brawl.