[ It's probably a testament to how much time Sam's been spending with Nat that he actually knows about the gym. As long as it's just punching bags that Bucky goes through, he has no problems with him letting out steam that way.
That particular comment makes him laugh though. ]
Oh, are you? Got anything specific in mind to help me burn these extra calories?
[ He abandons his post by the door to stand behind Bucky, resting his chin on his shoulder, all the better to peer curiously at the recipe on the table. ]
Got woken up for some reason. Maybe I could divine your intentions to make me cheesecake in my sleep and wanted to be able to lick the spoon.
[ The joke hits. James huffs, soft, and mentally makes a checklist of the ingredients. If he uses eggs now they'll have to buy them later — protein and supersoldiers are very good friends. He leans back, nosing a little at Sam's cheek. ]
Several ideas. You want to get a few outta me, you're gonna need to try harder than that.
[ It always tickles at first when Bucky does that, but Sam doesn't mind at all. He hums quietly, pressing up more firmly against him, hands sliding up to rest lightly on his hips.
When he speaks, it's obvious that he's pouting. ] I'm too sleepy to try harder though. You could at least give me a hint.
[ Puzzle pieces fit together; this is far closer. Sam's fingers exert a pressure enough for his skin to buzz pleasantly. James listens to his heartbeat, a steady almost-sixty beats a minute. ]
[ He muffles a snort in the crook of Bucky's neck in retaliation for that and gallantly resists the urge to bite him for his trouble. ]
Am not. You're just being mean to me.
[ A kiss seems to be a good enough compromise to a bite, so Sam presses one to his throat, just a light bit of pressure of lips to skin really. He's not actually trying to distract James from making that cheesecake. Honest. ]
[ Something taut disappears the second Sam kisses his neck; James turns to wrap an arm around his waist, and pull him close. ]
Boy, I'd hate to be nice.
[ They share breath, and he leans in to press a slow, burning kiss to Sam's mouth, a better solution than a deflection and an I'm fine smile that never works. ]
[ He'd nod earnestly to back up his claim, but then Bucky's crowding into his space and then kissing him, which is always a welcome state of affairs.
They should probably talk about this more at some point, but now's not the time. Bucky can be slicker at avoiding discussing his feelings than a used car salesman trying to close a deal when he feels like it. It can wait until the morning, after they've both had breakfast and coffee and a couple more hours of sleep in them.
He makes a small noise in the back of his throat, fingers curling into the fabric of Bucky's shirt.
When they finally pull apart, he licks at his lips, which now feel pleasantly bruised. ] See, that's the kind of mean I like to see. Everyone's happy.
[ He grins lopsidedly, hand moving to intertwine their fingers together. ]
Why would you even want to win against me, huh? It's not like I'm some kind of sore loser. I'd only lord it over you for, mm, 5 minutes tops. [ A pause. ] Honest.
My momma'd have my hide otherwise. [ In most cases anyway.
He allows Bucky to pull away, figuring he'd teased him enough for one - night? extremely early morning? - night. At least he gets dessert and kisses out of this. ]
Like I said, win-win situation.
[ That said, he plants himself at the kitchen table, perching on one of the seats. He might as well make himself useful if Bucky'll have him. ]
[ James hums as he works, some old slow jazz tune. Sam is assigned to the eggs and blueberry topping. He gets brief kisses on the cheek for his co-operation; James is in a playful mood and moves in orbit around him. ]
[ When it's finally in the oven, he wraps an arm around Sam and noses at his shoulder. ]
[ He sways a little as he works in counterpoint to Bucky, in time to his humming.
It's always a little surprising to see just how adept the other man is in the kitchen, but more than pleasant. It's even better when he can finally distract him in peace though. ]
My reward for not distracting you? [ He laughs quietly, tipping Bucky's head up a little so he can steal a kiss. ]
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That particular comment makes him laugh though. ]
Oh, are you? Got anything specific in mind to help me burn these extra calories?
[ He abandons his post by the door to stand behind Bucky, resting his chin on his shoulder, all the better to peer curiously at the recipe on the table. ]
Got woken up for some reason. Maybe I could divine your intentions to make me cheesecake in my sleep and wanted to be able to lick the spoon.
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Several ideas. You want to get a few outta me, you're gonna need to try harder than that.
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When he speaks, it's obvious that he's pouting. ] I'm too sleepy to try harder though. You could at least give me a hint.
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You're whining.
[ Puzzle pieces fit together; this is far closer. Sam's fingers exert a pressure enough for his skin to buzz pleasantly. James listens to his heartbeat, a steady almost-sixty beats a minute. ]
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Am not. You're just being mean to me.
[ A kiss seems to be a good enough compromise to a bite, so Sam presses one to his throat, just a light bit of pressure of lips to skin really. He's not actually trying to distract James from making that cheesecake. Honest. ]
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This is me bein' mean?
[ Something taut disappears the second Sam kisses his neck; James turns to wrap an arm around his waist, and pull him close. ]
Boy, I'd hate to be nice.
[ They share breath, and he leans in to press a slow, burning kiss to Sam's mouth, a better solution than a deflection and an I'm fine smile that never works. ]
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[ He'd nod earnestly to back up his claim, but then Bucky's crowding into his space and then kissing him, which is always a welcome state of affairs.
They should probably talk about this more at some point, but now's not the time. Bucky can be slicker at avoiding discussing his feelings than a used car salesman trying to close a deal when he feels like it. It can wait until the morning, after they've both had breakfast and coffee and a couple more hours of sleep in them.
He makes a small noise in the back of his throat, fingers curling into the fabric of Bucky's shirt.
When they finally pull apart, he licks at his lips, which now feel pleasantly bruised. ] See, that's the kind of mean I like to see. Everyone's happy.
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Then I suppose I should stop distracting you from your dessert making, huh, Mr. Baker-man?
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[ It's so hard, Sam, so hard. ]
Or, I could just go shirtless and be the real distraction.
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What'll you be distracting me from though? Going shirtless might just prove to be counterproductive if you want me to stop distracting you.
[ That doesn't stop him from sneaking fingers under Bucky's shirt though. Just to prove he could. ]
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[ He covers Sam's hand with his own, metal one, still-warm from shared body heat, and exhales against his cheek. ]
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Why would you even want to win against me, huh? It's not like I'm some kind of sore loser. I'd only lord it over you for, mm, 5 minutes tops. [ A pause. ] Honest.
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[ He and Steve, they share that. James chuffs in delight, then reluctantly extricates himself. ]
All right. Cheesecake, and then whatever we want. Deal?
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He allows Bucky to pull away, figuring he'd teased him enough for one - night? extremely early morning? - night. At least he gets dessert and kisses out of this. ]
Like I said, win-win situation.
[ That said, he plants himself at the kitchen table, perching on one of the seats. He might as well make himself useful if Bucky'll have him. ]
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[ When it's finally in the oven, he wraps an arm around Sam and noses at his shoulder. ]
I think we can do a lot in fifty minutes.
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It's always a little surprising to see just how adept the other man is in the kitchen, but more than pleasant. It's even better when he can finally distract him in peace though. ]
My reward for not distracting you? [ He laughs quietly, tipping Bucky's head up a little so he can steal a kiss. ]
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Sure, if you want to call it that. Table or countertop?
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[ His hand creeps back under Bucky's shirt again - he just can't resist for too long. ]
At least it'll be a fun way to pass time.