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“Alright kids, now remember what I said?” Sarah said to AJ and Cass as she pinned her earrings in.

“Be good to Mr Bucky.” They hummed in unison monotonously.

“Yes, you will be.” She pecked both of the boys on the head before shooting them a warning look. Sarah turned to Bucky with a grateful smile on her face. “Seriously, Bucky, thank you for this. I can’t remember the last time I went out and had fun.”

Bucky turned from the kitchen sink where he had been doing the dishes.

Sam and Sarah were going to a dinner party with some of their old high school friends that were in town. They had planned on declining on account of the boys until Bucky offered to just stay home and babysit, because that was the obvious option.

“Aw, it’s really no problem, Sarah. Plus, it’s nice being around some normal people for a change. I like being around them.” Bucky couldn’t hide his smile.

The last two weeks in Delacroix had been so refreshing – he actually felt like a semi-normal human for the first time in forever. It was nice with the kids as well, they didn’t look at him the way most people looked at him – like they were scared of him, or they felt bad for him. The interactions he had with them weren’t strained like it was with everyone else – mainly because they didn’t know any better. They knew Bucky was from a different time, and that he had been through a lot, but that didn’t steer them away from him. They were innocent, and Bucky figured it wasn’t going to be like that forever, so he made the most of it while he could, while they were still kids who didn’t know about the rest of Bucky. He indulged their curiosity, and he answered the questions that he could answer.

“Trust me, ain’t nothing normal about these two.” Sarah laughed, and the boys giggled cheekily.

Sarah walked over to him and planted a kiss on his cheek, and Bucky could feel them warm up with blush. “Bucky Barnes you are an angel!” She exclaimed happily as Sam came down the stairs.

“Are we going or w- Hey! Hands off my Bucky. I told both of y’all you weren’t allowed to date.” Sam raised his eyebrows.

“Excuse me! It ain’t nothing like that. You can’t bring this adorable puppy dog face here and expect me not to love him!” Sarah squeezed his cheeks playfully. Bucky played along and smiled, just because he knew it would annoy Sam, and Sam rolled his eyes in turn.

That was the other thing. Bucky learned in this little holiday that he loved to annoy Sam. And make him smile. And just do things for him because he could, like take care of his nephews and do the dishes and help his sister and get to know the neighbourhood and basically anything Sam related. He hated to admit it, but he loved just being around Sam.

“So, how do I look?” Sam asked, straightening out his jacket and giving a spin.

Sam was wearing his dark blue jeans, the ones that were just tight enough to really show that Sam never skipped leg day, a fitted button-up maroon shirt and a dark brown leather jacket. The thing was, Sam always looked amazing. What more could he have expected from Captain America? But sometimes it was just unbearable. Even though Bucky was looking forward to his night in, he really wished that he was the one that would get to stare at Sam all night in that outfit.

“Yeah, you actually don’t look horrible.” Bucky remarked sarcastically. Sam rolled his eyes at him again.

“Since when did my bro get all stylish? Who are you trying to impress?” Sarah raised her eyebrows at him.

“Well, I heard my old high school crush Cindy is going, and according to Facebook she is single. Gotta make sure I look good.” He winked at Bucky jokingly, but when Bucky smiled and looked away, he felt a pang of jealousy, which was embarrassing. He’d never even heard of this Cindy anyway. Sam hadn’t mentioned her.

“Are you kidding Sam? That was twenty years ago. Ain’t no way you’re still hung up on that now.”

“I’m just saying, who knows? It might be my shot, just you wait and see.”

This time it was Sarah who rolled her eyes. She grabbed her bag and shoes, ready to head out the door.

“Alright boys, bed by nine and there’s leftovers in the fridge. Call me if there’s any problems, alright Bucky?”

“Of course.” He nodded to Sarah.

Sam walked over to Bucky before following Sarah out.

“You sure you’re gonna be all good here? I know from experience that those two are a handful.”

“Yeah, it’s fine. They’re great.” Bucky said, and he was being honest.

“Okay. But just say the word and I’ll come rushing back. I don’t care what time it is. ‘Preciate it, man. See ya.” Sam clapped him on the shoulder with his arm before heading out the door.

“Good luck with Cindy!” Bucky shouted, earning a middle finger from Sam.

He turned back to the boys, who were sitting on the couch playing some sort of video game. They had tried to teach Bucky the basics of these games, and he could understand the way it worked but he just wasn’t any good at it. He lost to everyone in the household.

“You guys hungry? We got mac n cheese or spaghetti.”

“Mac n cheese!” The boys yelled in unison.

They helped themselves to Sarah’s food, which was yet another reason that Bucky loved staying with the Wilsons. He never ate so well in his life than he did there. He was tempted to ask Sarah for her heavenly mac n cheese recipe, but he was sure he’d never be able to ever replicate the food she made.

Bucky sat back and let Cass and AJ chatter away at him. Cass was starting to learn about World War Two, and he asked Bucky a plethora of questions that he had for some project, which in all honesty Bucky didn’t have all the answers for, but it was nice that it felt like someone actually found his weird, crazy life interesting and not, well, weird.

AJ had other questions, about Wakanda and the Black Panther – who was his second favourite superhero (Captain America was obviously his favourite) – and about what T’Challa and Shuri were like. He asked Bucky how the Black Panthers got their powers, but Bucky honestly didn’t know, so he just told him that they were just as strong as he was. He even told them a PG-13 version of when he fought the Black Panther. AJ was outraged, but he reassured him that they both apologised afterwards and became good friends.

“Mr Bucky? Can we watch a movie after dinner?” Asked AJ with the sweetest face in the world. Little manipulator.

Bucky looked at the time – it was currently 8pm. So, with a sigh he gave in. “If you clear your plates fast, we can watch one movie.”

And with that, the boys wolfed down the last of their delicious meals and washed their dishes to then rush to the couch, racing for the remote to see who could pick the movie.

“Ah-ha!” Cass screamed, victorious to be the first to find the remote. “We’re watching a Halloween movie.”

“Halloween movie? They have those now?” Bucky asked, surprised. Sure, he was familiarised with the concept of Halloween, they were currently in the month of October. He was 106 years old, so what if he wasn’t updated on all of the modern pop culture?

“Yeah, Mr Bucky. We got to get into the Halloween spirit. It’s the best holiday of the year.” Said AJ with an excited smile.

“You just say that ‘cuz you wanna eat candy.” Said Cass with his eyebrows raised.

“That’s just part of it! The rest is super fun too.”

“So, Halloween is like a big thing then?” Asked Bucky. He usually felt embarrassed when it came to not knowing things about the 21^st century, but the kids never made him feel stupid about it.

“Yeah, it’s huge. Every year we dress up spooky or as a character and go trick or treating, Mom usually goes to one of the adult Halloween parties, we watch scary movies…” Cass listed.

“Wait, scary movies? Are we going to watch something scary?”

“No, no. We’re watching a kids Halloween movie. We can either watch Coraline or The Nightmare Before Christmas. What do you think, AJ?” Cass asked his younger brother.

“Hmm… Nightmare Before Christmas. Coraline is too scary, it gave me nightmares.”

Cass flicked on the movie, and the three settled themselves comfortably on the couch. Bucky’s heart couldn’t help but warm a little when AJ snuggled himself into his shoulder.

“Wait, you said that your mom is going to a Halloween party. Is that the party we’re supposed to be going to at the end of the month?”

“Well, yeah. End of the month is Halloween.”

“Oh… does that mean I have to dress up?”

“Of course you have to have a costume Mr Bucky, that’s the whole point of Halloween!” said AJ.

“Hmm. I think I’m gonna need your guys’ help on that. I don’t have any costumes.”

“Well, you can do a matching costume with Uncle Sam. Friends do that all the time.” Said Cass.

“Yeah, last year me and Cass went as M&Ms.” AJ laughed.

“Hmm. I don’t know, I think Sam will want to do his own thing. I think I want to surprise him.” Declared Bucky.

“You know, Uncle Sam used to really like Star Wars when he was younger. We found a box full of Star Wars posters and stuff in the attic. You could do a Star Wars costume.” Said Cass.

“Huh.” Sam had tried to introduce Bucky to Star Wars a few months ago. It seemed interesting, but blame Bucky’s 1940’s brain, because he found it way too confusing to follow. After six movies and half a Disney+ series, Sam had reluctantly given up on forcing Bucky to enjoy his obsession. He really had tried to get into it, but it was just too much. All things considered, it would definitely surprise Sam.

Nearing the end of the movie, AJ had already fallen asleep in Bucky’s lap, and he had noticed how Cass’s yawns were becoming more frequent. He carried AJ in his arms and help Cass shuffle to bed, glad that he wouldn’t be getting any resistance in that department. As he closed the doors to both their rooms, he sighed contentedly. It genuinely felt rejuvenating to be around so much innocence and simplicity.

Bucky made his way to the guest room and the bed he was using, realising his phone had been in his room the whole time. When he tapped the screen, he saw one missed call from Sam and several audio messages. He pressed play and put the phone to his ear.

“Hey Buckyyyyyyy! I just wanted to che- Hey! Shut up Saraaaah! I just wanted to check that you haven’t been getting up to any funny business over there, Sarah’s afraid you’re gonna burn down her kitchen-“

 He was interrupted by Sarah yelling, “No I am not!”

“Anyway, ‘cuz I know what an awful cook you are. Eat the leftovers. No chef Bucky.”

The first audio message ended there. Bucky opened the second one.

“Buckaroooooo! You left your phone in your room and forgot it existed, didn’t you? God, I hate when you do that. You never reply to any of my messageeeess.” Sam whined. “Anyway, I thought you’d want an update: Cindy did not come. I’m lookin’ alllllll sexy for nothin’. You barely got to look at this fine ass outfit, anyway-.”

Bucky laughed as the recording cut off right there. He pressed play on the next one.

“Hahaha. Bucky Bucky Bucky, I-“

Sarah’s voice interrupted him, “Hey Sam! Stop bothering that white boy!”

“Excuse me! Let me talk to my white panther! He’s mine.”

“Ooh you talkin’ about that fine white man you had at the docks? Why don’t you ever bring around your hot friends, Captain America?” Yelled a female voice.

“Yeah, Captain America?” Sarah mocked.

“Hey! I told you he was off limits. This is exactly why I don’t bring people home. Y’all are animals.”

“Ha! The pot calling the kettle black!” Sarah yelled again.

“Anyway, I forgot what I was gonna say.” And the recording ended there.

There was one last voice note. He let the recording play in his ear.

“Hey, Bucky.” Wherever Sam was, it sounded quieter. He was probably in a bathroom. “I’m actually having a lot of fun, just to let ya know. I had a bit to drunk- drink, I had many drinks, and I think I’m a bit drunk. Haha.”

Sam giggled to himself, and it echoed in the room. Sam’s laugh was an adorable little sound, like the sweetest music he ever heard, and Bucky couldn’t help but smile to himself.

“I’m just letting you know about the Halloween costumes, ‘cuz we haven’t talked about it yet. But it is ON. I’m not hiding it, this is a competition, because I KNOW that my costume is gonna be, like, a thooousand times better and cooler and sexier than yours. Just so you know. I don’t know what we’re competing for, but we can hash that out later.” And the recording ended there.

Alright. Game on. He was going to show Sam he could put together a cool Halloween costume.

It was a Friday night, October 30^th, one day before Halloween and the day of the Halloween Party at Sarah’s best friend’s house, Monique.

Bucky prepared his outfit – got on his jumpsuit and his vest. The jumpsuit was easy to find at a thrift store, but the boys had help him fashion the vest, with a few buttons and details sown in, and they attached a few straps to the vest complex that wrapped around his body. The helmet was the real star of the show, Cass and AJ had gotten an old motorbike helmet, painted over it with all the details. The jumpsuit was actually a little small on Bucky, but he figured it would work in his favour.

His thoughts were interrupted as he was startled by someone opening the door.

“Hey, man you finished getting read-” Sam called out but stopped abruptly when his eyes fell on Bucky. He saw a variety of emotions flash on his face; confusion, realisation, amusement and… Bucky wasn’t sure how to describe that last look on his face.

“You’re dressed as a… rebel pilot?” Asked Sam.

Bucky looked to his feet shyly, suddenly self-conscious of his appearance.

“Yeah… uh, does it look alright? I didn’t have a huge budget for the costume.”

“No, no. It looks great. But you hate Star Wars.” Sam said, confusion ringing in his voice.

“Come on, I don’t hate Star Wars. I may not understand it much but I can appreciate nerd things.”

Now it was Bucky’s turn to take in Sam’s outfit. He wore a perfectly fitted white button down with a tight brown vest over the top – it genuinely looked like his muscles were about to jump out of his shirt. His black jeans were almost equally as tight, accompanied with a leather belt and a shiny, golden belt buckle, which he did not let his eyes dwell on at all. The whole outfit was put together with a brown cowboy hat.

“You like what you see?” Sam asked smoothly. Bucky tried to respond, but his mouth became dry, and he suddenly forgot all the words in the English language. So he continued staring at him like a starstruck idiot. Shit. He had not mentally prepared himself to see Sam looking like he’d come straight from a rodeo. It was doing things to him that he couldn’t handle. Since when did he have a thing for cowboys?

He faked a cough and looked away, attempting to compose himself before speaking again.

“It’s not- you weren’t creative at all. Very basic. My costume is way better…” Bucky stuttered nervously, looking away as he felt the room growing hotter.

Sam just took a step closer, holding a gaze that felt like staring into the sun.

“Bucky…” There was an unsafe amount of distance now. Sam was in front of him, just in his personal space, wearing that stupid costume. This whole idea had been really stupid. Bucky was regretting all his life decisions that led to that moment.

“Look at me.” Bucky pulled his eyes off the floor to meet Sam’s gaze. His eyes dark brown eyes were staring at him, almost doe-like. The way he looked at him through his long eyelashes, the tooth gap peeking out from his small smile, it all sent Bucky over the edge. He pulled Sam by the collar of his shirt, clashing his lips into Sam’s, not leaving an inch of space between them. Sam responded by slipping his tongue in Bucky’s mouth, tearing an embarrassingly desperate groan from his throat.

Sam’s hands slipped to Bucky’s waist, pulling their hips close together and the friction immediately sent all the blood from his brain straight to his dick. Bucky walked Sam back and pressed him against the door with a soft thud, slipping his thigh between Sam’s legs and his hips jerked forward, Bucky swore he felt himself getting harder as Sam moaned into his mouth.

“God, how am I supposed to go to the party now you kissed me like that?” Sam said when he pulled away, still slightly breathless from the kiss.

“We could maybe just… not go.” Bucky smiled giddily at Sam. There was no force in the world that could tear him away from Sam in that moment.

“Oh yeah? What are we gonna do to entertain ourselves instead then?” Sam raised his eyebrows at Bucky. Bucky reached for Sam’s neck with his teeth, softly grazing on his pulse point and planting soft kisses on his skin. He took in his amazing scent, cocoa butter and pine.

“What’s that thing that people say? Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” Bucky hummed against his neck.

Sam squeezed Bucky’s waist as he threw back his head and laughed uncontrollably. Bucky giggled along too, absolutely enchanted by the heavenly sound, the way Sam laughed with his full chest.

“You are un-fucking-believable Barnes. And Steve used to tell me that you were smooth.”

“Excuse me! I am so smooth!” Bucky gasped with fake outrage.

“Hmm. Yeah, you’ve swept me off my feet.” Sam rolled his eyes, but he still smiled from ear to ear. “What are we going to tell Sarah?”

“Well, the boys are already sleeping over at their friend’s house. Just tell her I’m not feeling well.”

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” Sam stepped back to slip behind the door. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

“Don’t take too long!” Bucky sing-songed while Sam clicked the door shut.

He heard parts of the muffled conversation happening in the hallway.

“…yeah, Buck’s not feeling well so I think we’ll just stay back here. Say hi to Monique for me.”

“Uh-huh. I’m sure he is.”

“Yeah! He really is!” Sam argued back, slightly high-pitched. “We might come a little later if he feels better.”

There was a slight pause of silence. “FINE. God, don’t look at me like such a lovesick puppy. Have fun!” She sing-songed, closely followed by the slam of the front door.

When Sam came back, he quickly threw a bottle of lube on the bed behind Bucky, and immediately his heart rate went up. He still couldn’t believe this was happening, maybe it was all a dream.

“So, uh… we never talked about what I win for my costume. Since mine is obviously better.” Said Bucky.

Sam’s eyes sparkled and he grinned ear to ear. “Hmm. I think I’ve just had an idea for the prize.” Sam threw his hat on the floor and reached for the zipper of the jumpsuit at his neck and began pulling down. When he got to the crotch, Bucky’s half erection became fully hard. Sam got down on his knees and Bucky had a hard time not groaning at the sight. He pulled down his boxers to reveal his fully hard dick.

“You don’t wanna take the rest off?” Bucky panted.

“Nuh-uh. Costume stays on.” Sam said before gripping his hands on the straps of Bucky’s vest wrapping his mouth around the head. Bucky’s hips jerked forward as Sam slid down his length, bobbing his head back and forth.

Bucky became weak in the knees, if Sam was going to keep taking him whole in his mouth like that this wasn’t going to last long. Sam maintained unyielding eye contact with him, staring up from his curly eyelashes. It almost sent him over the edge.

“I didn’t know Star Wars got you going like that. Maybe I’ll watch it more often.”

Sam pulled off and replaced his mouth with his hand.

“You dressed up as my literal sexual awakening. The first thing I thought when I saw you in that costume was how I’m going to tear you apart.”

Bucky’s dick pulsed as Sam went back in with his mouth. Soon enough, Bucky was coming so hard he forgot his name and Sam was swallowing him down. Sam got off his knees and Bucky sat down onto the bed. Seeing Sam wipe the corner of his mouth with his thumb as he approached the edge of the bed almost had Bucky going feral again.

“So, you gonna follow through with that promise?” Bucky nodded down to the extremely visible erection in Sam’s tight jeans.

Sam bit his lip and shook his head. “Man, don’t you need a minute?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” Bucky leaned back on his elbows, and Sam’s eyes followed back down to his dick, which widened with surprise when he found that it was just as hard as before. “You know, I meant what I said to you earlier.”

“How the hell are you still hard?” Sam said with shock.

“You can thank the serum for that.” Bucky shrugged.

“Oh, it is going to be real fun putting that endurance to test.” Sam chuckled with a smile. He pulled Bucky back up to stand and reached to start unstrapping his vest. Simultaneously, Bucky fumbled for his gold belt buckle to open his skinny jeans and tore open his button up. When they were both fully naked, Sam pushed Bucky back onto the bed and settled between his legs. Sam kissed him hungrily and deeply, pulling at his tongue and sending shivers all over his body. He planted open-mouthed kisses on Bucky’s neck and behind his ear, making his hips jerk upward in search of friction.

“Jesus, Sam. You’re killing me here.” Bucky moaned as Sam nibbled on his earlobe.

“Let me have my fun.” He breathed softly against his neck. Bucky’s body burned for Sam, he clung onto his broad shoulders like he was never going to let go. He almost let out a sigh of relief when he saw Sam pull back and reach for the bottle of lube that was next to them on the bed, squeezing a bit on his fingers.

He brought his thighs up to grip either side of Sam’s hips as he brought a teasing finger to the rim.

“So, you couldn’t resist me in that cowboy costume. Tell me baby, was it the outfit, or was just me in the outfit?” Sam hummed against his collarbone, still teasing his entrance.

“All you sweetheart- Fuck!” He exclaimed as Sam fully slipped two fingers in.

“Call me sweetheart again.” Sam stared up at him with hungry eyes, his dark pupils completely blown out.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop, sweetheart- Oh!” Sam moved his fingers in a scissor motion and reached his prostate, working Bucky open.

“God, you’re so beautiful like that, completely coming undone for me.” Bucky moaned louder at the praises, as Sam picked up his pace and had Bucky’s entire body pulsing for him. He needed more.  “You ready to take me, baby?” Bucky could’ve melted from his voice.

“Fuck. Please. Yes.” Bucky whined breathlessly.

Sam applied the lube to his cock and lined himself up – Bucky was already becoming restless. He held tight onto Sam’s shoulders as he just broke through the rim. His muscles were tensed as he held himself back, holding a tight gaze with Bucky.

“You alright?”

“Just fucking move, sweetheart.” Bucky said, and apparently that was enough because Sam slid the rest of the way in and brought him into a hot, messy kiss. One of his hands came up to find Bucky’s and interlace their fingers to hold him down while he steadily rocked back and forth, pumping inside him.

Their kisses were uncoordinated while they lost themselves in the rhythm, clashing together with a mix of lips and teeth and tongue. If anything, the kisses where to hold Bucky back from moaning obscenely loud, because he was losing his sanity with how well Sam was filling him up. Bucky forced them to flip over, leaving Sam on his back and straddling his waist, because he needed more. Sam gripped Bucky’s hips and Bucky held onto the headboard for dear life while he slid down his full length.

Sam brought one hand down to wrap around his dick and jerk fast, making Bucky come so hard on his chest he pretty much blacked out. Sam held him in place and slammed into him rapidly until he tensed up and groaned, filling Bucky up deep inside. Bucky caught his breath and slid off, shivering at the withdrawal. Sam was still lost in another world when Bucky flopped beside him. He gazed at him as he regained his consciousness, almost angel-like with his glistening skin and fluttering eyelashes.

“You’re doing the staring thing again.” Sam said, his voice hoarse and tired.

“Maybe I just like what I see.”

Sam peeked one eye open and stretched that adorable, gap-toothed smile at him.

“Hmm. That line was a bit better, I’ll give you that.”

Bucky didn’t have anything snappy to say in return, he just giggled and smiled widely, still in a giddy haze. Sam stared back endearingly, reaching a hand to graze Bucky’s lips with his thumb.

“Come here.” He said as he pulled Bucky’s head onto his chest, settling a hand in his hair. Bucky leaned into it like a cat, letting Sam’s fingers run across his scalp.

“You know, if we don’t clean up soon it’s gonna start feeling real gross.” Bucky said, and he felt Sam’s chest move as he chuckled.

“I know, I know. Just gimme a minute, alright?” He said and leaned his forehead against Bucky’s.

“Come on, boys! Let’s get a move on, we’re only staying out til’ nine!” Sam called up the stairs. AJ and Cass came running down, already in their Halloween costumes.

After AJ’s Pirates of the Caribbean obsession, he’d been set since the start of the year that he would be Jack Sparrow, and Cass was dressed as Harry Potter. They quickly showed off their costumes to Sam and Bucky before running to rush out the door.

“Hey, AJ! Come back here for a second.” Bucky called. The younger sibling came rushing back and Bucky kneeled down to meet him. He adjusted his big pirate hat, making the main fold face forward as it was supposed to. “Your hat was on backwards. Go on, kid.” AJ smiled and went running back to his brother.

When Bucky got back to his feet, he found Sam staring at him, nothing short of adoration shining from those brown eyes.

“I know, Sam. My rebel pilot outfit looks amazing, keep it in your pants.” Bucky teased, pointing at his costume he was reusing for the trick-or-treating.

“May I remind you that it was my costume that had you pouncing on me. Sometimes it’s better just to go with the classics.” Sam put his cowboy hat on and held out his arms, showing off his outfit.

“Hmm. I think I’ll be just fine, with your very average Halloween costume.” He chuckled, but still he slipped a hand into Sam’s back pocket and his arm quickly slipped around Bucky’s waist.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Sam smiled at him.

“No, I can’t.” Bucky smiled even wider.