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dragonlady7) wrote2016-09-19 08:02 pm
dragonlady7) wrote2016-09-19 08:02 pm
What about like Indiana Jones Bucky invading mythic falcon God Sam's temple?
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okay SO I’m not… I’m not gonna fill that prompt because I’m a bit worried about it going in a really racist-trope direction, but have this instead!
(This was probably not even a little bit what you wanted but this is what you get)
It’s a pretty nice night, all things considered. Sam and Bucky are stretched out on the couch together, Bucky draped all over Sam in the way he does now. His chin is resting on Sam’s chest, one hand shoved up under Sam’s shirt, and Sam is absently stroking his fingers through Bucky’s hair. There’s a half-eaten bowl of popcorn abandoned on the floor.
“What is this, a documentary?” Bucky mutters, “fuckin’ Nazis were always looking for some mystical shit. Lemme tell you, it never ended well so far as I can remember.”
“Shh,” Sam says, “this is a good bit,” and touches Bucky’s mouth as if that’ll shut him up. Bucky kisses Sam’s fingertips, and goes quiet for a bit, and then Sam can feel him smirk even without having to look at him.
“Maybe they’d have had better luck with the Ark of the Covenant and not, like, the crazy alien shit they wound up playing around with,” he giggles. Pokes Sam in the ribs for emphasis.
“Are you even watching this?” Sam sighs, “come on, pay attention,” and Bucky nods solemnly, watches the movie for a whole ten minutes.
“Oh my god,” he says suddenly. “Sam.”
“What,” Sam asks, not taking his eyes off the screen.
“You totally had a thing for this guy when you were a kid, huh.”
“What? No, I- shut up, I did not,” Sam says, feebly, aware he’s going hot all over. Bucky starts cackling with laughter.
“You did,” he murmurs. “Course you did, baby, look at him, he’s so pretty, you never stood a chance.” Wriggles his way up until he can kiss up on Sam, breath hot on his throat. “You wanna role play? Come on, sweetheart, I’ll be him for you. Unbutton my shirt, get all dirty and rugged. You can be a beautiful god all shining and glorious, I’ll come invade your temple.”
“Shut up,” Sam says, breathless and laughing, and Bucky gets his teeth on Sam’s earlobe.
“I’ll plunder your treasure, baby,” Bucky growls, and it’s at that moment exactly that Steve walks in the room. He stares at them both, eyes wide.
“You know what?” he says, long-suffering, “I don’t even want to know,” before turning around and just walking right back out.
“We’re role playing!” Bucky yells after him, “it’s something Sam’s into, okay, I learned about this, you gotta support your partner’s kinks! THE INTERNET TAUGHT ME THAT, STEVE.”
“You’re the worst,” Sam tells him, closing his eyes as if that’ll save him from the mortification that was the last five minutes before deciding it makes no difference and opening them again, looking at Bucky softer than he really means to. “Jesus Christ, Barnes, you’re the worst.”
“Should I go buy a hat?” Bucky asks, face angelic. Sam shoves him off the couch.
okay SO I’m not… I’m not gonna fill that prompt because I’m a bit worried about it going in a really racist-trope direction, but have this instead!
(This was probably not even a little bit what you wanted but this is what you get)
It’s a pretty nice night, all things considered. Sam and Bucky are stretched out on the couch together, Bucky draped all over Sam in the way he does now. His chin is resting on Sam’s chest, one hand shoved up under Sam’s shirt, and Sam is absently stroking his fingers through Bucky’s hair. There’s a half-eaten bowl of popcorn abandoned on the floor.
“What is this, a documentary?” Bucky mutters, “fuckin’ Nazis were always looking for some mystical shit. Lemme tell you, it never ended well so far as I can remember.”
“Shh,” Sam says, “this is a good bit,” and touches Bucky’s mouth as if that’ll shut him up. Bucky kisses Sam’s fingertips, and goes quiet for a bit, and then Sam can feel him smirk even without having to look at him.
“Maybe they’d have had better luck with the Ark of the Covenant and not, like, the crazy alien shit they wound up playing around with,” he giggles. Pokes Sam in the ribs for emphasis.
“Are you even watching this?” Sam sighs, “come on, pay attention,” and Bucky nods solemnly, watches the movie for a whole ten minutes.
“Oh my god,” he says suddenly. “Sam.”
“What,” Sam asks, not taking his eyes off the screen.
“You totally had a thing for this guy when you were a kid, huh.”
“What? No, I- shut up, I did not,” Sam says, feebly, aware he’s going hot all over. Bucky starts cackling with laughter.
“You did,” he murmurs. “Course you did, baby, look at him, he’s so pretty, you never stood a chance.” Wriggles his way up until he can kiss up on Sam, breath hot on his throat. “You wanna role play? Come on, sweetheart, I’ll be him for you. Unbutton my shirt, get all dirty and rugged. You can be a beautiful god all shining and glorious, I’ll come invade your temple.”
“Shut up,” Sam says, breathless and laughing, and Bucky gets his teeth on Sam’s earlobe.
“I’ll plunder your treasure, baby,” Bucky growls, and it’s at that moment exactly that Steve walks in the room. He stares at them both, eyes wide.
“You know what?” he says, long-suffering, “I don’t even want to know,” before turning around and just walking right back out.
“We’re role playing!” Bucky yells after him, “it’s something Sam’s into, okay, I learned about this, you gotta support your partner’s kinks! THE INTERNET TAUGHT ME THAT, STEVE.”
“You’re the worst,” Sam tells him, closing his eyes as if that’ll save him from the mortification that was the last five minutes before deciding it makes no difference and opening them again, looking at Bucky softer than he really means to. “Jesus Christ, Barnes, you’re the worst.”
“Should I go buy a hat?” Bucky asks, face angelic. Sam shoves him off the couch.