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Summary
“...Are you thinking about that day?” he whispers.
Bucky tenses. Bingo.
Bucky naturally tries to avoid the conversation. “I don’t know what you’re talking about–”
“That day in the car. You know what I'm talking about.” Sam narrows his eyes, turning to face Bucky, his hand skirting the edges of his thigh.
“Did being in here together remind you of when we were in the car?” he asks quietly, head cocked to the side. Before Bucky can swallow the saliva pooling in his mouth to at least try and give Sam an answer, Sam continues, absentmindedly. “Actually, you don’t have to answer me, I already know the answer to that.”
"Is that what you want? You want my hands all over you again?"
It goes straight to his dick.
OR:
Sam and Bucky meet again after years, extremely annoyed with each other and somehow end up fucking about it. With a possessive Bucky-shaped twist.
Series
- Part 2 of #MeanSamWilson