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late-to-the-party-81 · 10 months ago

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Of Pianos and Mischief

AN: You know when you have an idea for a fic, and then that idea grows, and then you think “I could link this to a story I wrote last year”? Well, that!

This can be read as a follow-up to the story I wrote for BBB 2022 - Polyamory

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Summary: Just a normal day for Sam and his two super soldier boyfriends, sketching, reading and wondering how the hell Bucky has managed to smuggle a piano into his room….

Relationship: Steve x Bucky x Sam

Word count: 1.7k

CW: Sam Wilson PoV, Domestic fluff, boys in love, Bucky Barnes recovering, Protective Steve, Protective Sam, Snarky Loki.

Sam had known that when he decided to follow his heart and accept the love of not one, but two, centenarian supersoldiers, that he wasn’t picking the easy path. But when had he ever picked ‘easy’? Every day was a challenge of some description and today was no exception. He should have known that something was coming when it started off so calmly.

Bucky had gone out to the shops this morning, coming home with a secret bag of ‘who knows what’ and was now ensconced in his room, apparently working on a ‘special project’. Sam and Steve knew by now to just let him be - he’d tell them when he was ready. However, it had been while they were waiting in the living room, Steve randomly sketching and doodling at one end of the sofa and Sam trying to make his way through The Hobbit on Bucky’s recommendation at the other, feet tangled together, that they heard a sound that just cemented in Sam’s mind that his life would never be straight forward.

A piano.

They could hear a piano being played in Bucky’s room. Steve’s eyes had lit up, obviously recognising the melody that was being played rustily from behind the closed door, but Sam’s first thought had just been ‘How the hell did Bucky sneak a piano into the apartment?’

“What the hell? Did you know about this Steve?” Sam turned on the sofa to look at Steve, but his blonde boyfriend now had his eyes closed, his right hand moving in time to the music, still clutching a charcoal pencil.

“He’s playing ‘Night and Day’,” Steve replied, dreamily. “He used to play this when we went down Farrell’s on the corner of 16th and 9th. The girls would hang around him, trying to get him to notice them, and if he was lucky, some of the old timers would toss a nickel in his hat. I don’t think I’ve heard him play since he shipped out.”

Sam rolled his eyes. Steve was always so sappy, which was normally endearing, but not in this instance where there were questions to be answered.

“And I’m all for it, really, but how did the piano get in our apartment? I’m guessing you didn’t help him and I sure as hell didn’t.”

At Sam’s words, Steve’s face took on a quizzical expression and, to be honest, it was pretty cute.

“I mean, he could probably carry one in here on his own,” Steve suggested, but it was clear he didn’t really believe what he was saying, even if it was possible.

“Yeah, but without either of us noticing?” Sam countered.

“Maybe Thor helped him?” Steve offered, even less convincingly.

Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head, putting his book down and shifting so he could straddle Steve’s legs and cup his jaw.

“Steve, the situation is weird and you know it.” He dropped a kiss to Steve pink, pouty lips. “Now, I’m gonna go find out what’s going on.”

He straightened and climbed off Steve’s lap. He made it two steps across the room before Steve called after him.

“Sam, wait…” Steve practically stumbled to his feet, his sketchpad and charcoal tumbling to the floor as he did so. He reached out and snagged Sam’s hand. “You know Bucky doesn’t like to be disturbed. We promised to respect that.”

Sam looked at Steve’s earnest face then at Bucky’s door and back again, and his shoulders slumped as he let out a sigh. “You’re right, but you know how much I hate mysteries.”

Suddenly a voice came from behind them.

“It’s not that mysterious, my dear New Cap.”

The two men whirled around to find a pair of blue-green eyes twinkling at them, mischievously.

Steve scowled and took a protective step forwards, fists clenched at his sides.

“Loki!”

The God of Mischief was perched atop the sideboard, legs crossed with the one underneath swinging jauntily.

“Now, now, Captain - sorry. Nomad - don’t get your star-spangled panties in a wad. I’m just here to help.”

Steve let out a low noise, which to Sam’s ear sounded like a growl. It was both surprising and sexy in equal measure.

Loki hopped down, uncaring of Steve’s posturing and took a relaxed seat on the couch.

“I know! It still comes as a surprise to me on occasion. But I will admit to having been very intrigued when the good Sargent’s missive reached me in New Asgard, asking for some assistance. I needed to see for myself the man that had caused you and Stark to fall out. I must say I wasn’t disappointed.”

“You leave Bucky alone, Loki, or so help me…” Steve took another step forward but halted and trailed off when Loki raised his hand.

“I assure you, I have no designs on ‘your Bucky’. My tastes run more to blondes who are even older than you are.”

Sam stepped around Steve, hoping to keep him from launching himself at the smirking demi-god.

“What did Bucky actually ask you to help with?”

Loki turned his head to take Sam in with an appraising look. “Finally, someone who asks the real questions. But then I’m guessing that you don’t have any ridiculous serum making you all addle-pated. You don’t seem so pompously righteous either.”

“You still don’t want to underestimate me though,” Sam quipped back, easily understanding how the others found Loki insufferable.

Loki looked at Sam, opening his mouth as if to make a retort, but then seemed to think better of it.

“Well, anyway,” he said instead, “He wanted help acquiring and secretly installing a Midgardian piano, and then adding magical sound-proofing to his room, so he could practise without either of you knowing. And as a former brainwashing victim myself, I have to admit I was very intrigued to see how he was readjusting. I can see that all it took was the love of two good men, a global pardon and a stint in Africa.”

Steve’s shoulders lost some of their tension at Loki’s explanation, but he was still far from relaxed. “So, let me get this straight - you used your magical abilities to conjure Bucky a piano?”

“My,” Loki drawled, “you really are more intelligent than you seem.”

“And you’re more of an asshole than you seem,” said Sam. “But if you also sound-proofed his room, why can we hear him playing?”

Loki smiled a toothy grin. “Well, I wouldn’t be the God of Mischief if I didn’t do the unexpected every now and again, would I?” With that he stood, brushing imaginary specks of dust from his clothes. “Anyway, it was very nice chatting with you both, but I must be going. Things to do, you know how it is.” Then, with a wave of his hand and a green flash, he disappeared.

Sam and Steve looked at each other in disbelief, still trying to work out what exactly had just happened, when Bucky’s door opened and he came strolling out. The other pair jumped in surprise and Bucky raised his brow.

“What’s going on?” he asked. “Why does Stevie look as though he’s squaring up for a fight?”

Steve looked down at his hands that were still curled into fists and unclenched them.

“I was… just… um… walking through a defensive move with Sam. Wasn’t I?” Steve looked at Sam, his blue eyes imploring.

“Yeah, something like that,” Sam confirmed.

Bucky obviously wasn’t convinced. “Mmm-hmm? You two keep your secrets then. I won’t be offended.” He let out a mock sniff as he made his way over to the sofa, sat down, and then noticed the book on the coffee table. “Hey, Sam, you’re actually reading it. What do you think so far?”

Sam flashed Steve a look of relief that Bucky was now distracted by one of his favourite topics and went to join Bucky on the couch, curling up tight next to him. “It’s great, Buck. But you know what would be even better?”

“What, dollface?”

“If you read it to us. You agree, don’t you Steve?”

Steve smiled broadly at them both, before crossing the carpet and wedging himself down between Bucky and the opposite arm of the sofa, pulling Bucky to half lie with his back against Steve’s chest.

“Sure I do. You’ll read us a chapter, won’t you, baby?”

Bucky smiled at each of his boyfriends in turn. “Anything for you two. But afterwards you gotta tell me what was going on before I came out.”

“Only if,” Steve countered, “you tell us what you were up to in your room.”

“Deal,” said Bucky, and dropped a kiss on Steve’s lips before turning back to Sam and dropping one on his too. “So, chapter five. Riddles in the Dark. When Bilbo opened his eyes, he wondered if he had; for it was just as dark as with them shut.”

Sam let himself relax against Bucky’s side, resting his head on his shoulder, and listened to his deep voice rumble through him. Steve’s arm rested along the back of the sofa, and the tips of his fingers, which could just about reach Sam’s head, traced lazy patterns in his short hair.

Life might not be easy and constantly filled with the unexpected, but thinking on everything else he had, Sam decided he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years ago

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Polyamory Bucky Barnes Bingo U1

AN: Here is my next entry for BBB. This does not fit in my usual SamBucky Stories time line, and should be read a stand alone story.

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Relationship: Steve x Bucky x Sam

WC: 3k

CW: Angst, Fluff, boys kissing, discussions of polyamory

It had been awkward at first, this thing between all of them. Three men, emotionally scarred by war and loss, drawn together in an intricate web of friendship, and sexual tension.

It was no secret that Steve and Bucky had been an item before his apparent death. It also wasn’t a secret that Steve and Sam had had a brief relationship, having felt a connection from the moment they met, and sharing moments when they were searching for Bucky, but he’d always been the ghost between them, Steve not feeling he could commit to Sam how he deserved and Sam not wanting to come between a love that obviously couldn’t be extinguished. However, despite that fact, Sam and Bucky were good friends, the bickering and banter between them a mask for deeper, softer feelings. Bucky sometimes felt on the verge of trying to shut Sam up by kissing him.

The how and why of the three of them deciding to get an apartment together after the final battle with Thanos was a source of friendly disagreement between them, but they had done, and the tension between them all had ramped up exponentially. It was inevitable that one or other of them would snap at some point; do something that would ultimately change their dynamic.

“Hey! Tin-man. Is there any way you could not drink all my orange juice?”

Bucky rolled his eyes as he heard Sam’s disgruntled voice behind him. He turned, and lent against the wall, arms crossed and one eyebrow cocked.

“Oh, so you’re gonna do the brooding thing?”

Sam walked forward until he was almost toe-to-toe with Bucky. And Bucky was impressed. Given his history, there weren’t many ‘normal’ people who would have the balls to square off against him, especially for something so mundane as ‘orange juice’.

A strong finger prodded him in the chest and Bucky tilted his head to look down slightly. He was only two inches taller than Sam, but he got a kick out of lording it over the new Captain America any chance he could get.

“Really, Sam? Getting so upset over your juice? Well, I’ve got news for you, pal. I didn’t drink it.”

“But it’s not just the juice, is it? Oh, no. It’s my chips, my jambalaya leftovers, the way you leave wet towels all over the bathroom floor. Your obnoxious exercise routine where you take up all the space in the living room, grunting away in your teeny tiny shorts…”

“So you noticed the shorts? Can’t hate it that much then, if you’re looking so hard.”

“You know what? Screw you man. Screw you!”

Sam started to turn away, but Bucky caught his wrist in his strong left hand, holding firm, but not hard enough to bruise. A small tug and Sam was closer than before, his chest lightly brushing up against Bucky’s. His brown eyes went wide, a look flashing across them which Bucky recognised. Yes, there was anger there, but it was more than that. It was lust, and want and need, and he couldn’t deny himself any longer. Sam’s plump lips were slightly parted, his heart racing and his pupils dilated. His body was almost vibrating with desire, a desire that Bucky felt echoed within himself.

Before he could stop himself, he was bending forwards.

“Only if you ask nicely…”

Their lips came together, hungry and angry, with teeth clashing. Bucky’s right hand cradled Sam’s cheek, and Sam’s hands fisted into Bucky’s t-shirt, stretching the soft fabric. They fought for dominance, nipping at each other’s lips and tongues with their teeth, neither willing to give an inch.

“Finally!”

They broke apart, panting and with dazed looks on their faces. Steve stood in the doorway, a small smile on his face.

“I did wonder when that was going to happen. The tension between you was so thick, I sometimes thought I’d choke on it. You two will be great together. I just know it.”

Bucky thought he saw some strange emotion rush across Steve’s face, but he couldn’t concentrate. He was still dizzy from his kiss with Sam, in fact was still cupping Sam’s face. His hand dropped, as though burnt and he shoved past Sam, somewhat rudely, approaching Steve, but his best friend was already gone, retreated to his bedroom and shut the door, a clear sign that he didn’t want to talk.

Bucky sighed, walking back through the living room and out the other side towards his own room. Sam still stood where Bucky had left him, looking confused. Bucky strode past him, his vibranium shoulder bumping against Sam’s flesh one.

“I didn’t drink your juice.”

He swore he could feel Sam’s eyes boring into his back as he closed his bedroom door behind him.

It was a strange atmosphere for a few days after that. Bucky realised fairly quickly that both he and Sam were doing their level best to avoid one another, although still shooting each other heated glances when they thought the other wasn’t looking. And Steve kept shooting them both looks, like he was confused as to why they were avoiding each other - it seemed as though he was waiting for them to jump each other again. But it didn’t happen.

After a week it almost felt as though ‘the incident’, as Bucky had dubbed it in his mind, had never happened. He and Sam were back to their usual bickering, Steve playing mediator.

But there was an ache inside Bucky. The kiss had made him realise how long it had been since he’d experienced any intimacy with anyone. He missed it. Especially the closeness he’d felt with Steve.

He remembered it now, how he and Steve had been. How they’d been everything to each other. Sometimes, in his darker moments, Bucky wondered why Steve didn’t seem to want to rekindle it. Was it because he, Bucky, was different now? Tainted by darkness, an evil that could never be extinguished from his soul? It wasn’t just the physical intimacy, although Lord, did he miss that, it was the cuddling and snuggling and waking up with Steve in his arms, a scrawny elbow right in his rib cage. It was the late night chats only illuminated by the light of the moon through the window.

Was it because Steve really wanted Sam now? That his love for Bucky had cooled to friendship, replaced by a newer, more exciting - and let’s face it, more mentally stable - love?

It was a thought that wouldn’t leave him.

A month post ‘the incident’ and Bucky was returning from the gym. He hadn’t been in the right frame of mind and hadn’t stayed as long as he normally would, not wanting to risk damaging the equipment. He shouldered his way through the front door, and chucked his keys in the dish on the hallway table, before toeing off his shoes and kicking them out of the way. He knew he should put them on the rack before Steve scolded him for not being tidy, but he was suffering from a major case of ‘cant-be-assed-itis’.

Neither Steve, nor Sam were in the living room, so Bucky assumed they were in their respective bedrooms. He was glad not to run into Sam. He wasn’t in the mood for either another bickering session or having to examine his feelings too closely.

Why did the guy rub him up the wrong way? With his stupid smile and his stupid dark eyes. Stupid gap between his front teeth that was annoyingly cute.

“Uuggh.” The sound of disgust escaped Bucky’s mouth unbidden. He loved Steve, didn’t he?

He needed a distraction. Maybe hanging with Steve for a bit would be the cure? It might not be wholly like old days, but the camaraderie was still there at least. And, if he were being honest with himself, he could at least pretend for a bit.

But as he approached Steve’s room he realised several things. Firstly, Steve wasn’t alone. Sam was there too - he could hear both their voices, low and deep. Secondly, there was music playing. Not any of Sam’s music, no - the music of Bucky and Steve’s teens and early adulthood; The music they would listen to when out on their double dates and Bucky would dance and Steve would try, and then get an asthma attack…

Part of Bucky’s brain was telling him to stop, to turn around and walk away. If Steve was in his room with Sam, listening to music, Bucky wasn’t going to find what he was looking for. However, that part of his brain that loved to torture him pressed him forwards, even gaining momentum when he heard Steve’s barking laugh, followed by Sam’s chuckle, and Bucky pushed open the unlocked door and…

Steve held Sam in his arms. It was clear they had been dancing. But it was more than that now. Now Steve and Sam were kissing and Bucky couldn’t look away. And, oh, he wanted to say he was jealous of Sam and the way he was kissing the man that Bucky was in love with, and it was true, but it wasn’t the whole truth. Not by a long shot. Because Steve’s hand was sliding down from Sam’s waist to take hold of that, frankly, luscious ass, and his other had slid up to cup Sam’s cheek, and Bucky was filled with want. A want to be in Steve’s place and continue what he’d started with Sam two weeks ago.

He must have made a noise, or maybe Steve had known he was there all along, but the two broke apart and Steve looked at Bucky over Sam’s shoulder, ocean blue eyes bright, a small smile on his face and Bucky just couldn’t take it. He spun on his heel and walked briskly down the hallway. He had to get away before his thoughts and emotions ran away from him.

“Buck! Wait!” Steve was right on his tail, but Bucky didn’t look back and would deny to his last breath that there was a brief hitch in his step, a falter that gave Steve the upper hand. Bucky was jerked to a halt by Steve grabbing onto his shoulder. He tensed his fists, trying to tamp down all the unwanted and conflicting feelings coursing through him.

“Bucky, please. Stop.” There was a pleading note to Steve’s voice, one that Bucky had never been able to resist. Not when they were six and not when they were whatever the heck age they were now. He turned, his head hanging in defeat and rambling words falling from his mouth.

“I’m happy for you Steve, I really am. Sam’s a good man, really, and I know you had something special going before I came back and upset it all…”

“You really are a jerk sometimes, you know that?”

Before Bucky could process what was going on, Steve had cupped his face in both hands, deft, artists fingers sliding into his hair, and pulled Bucky into a kiss. A kiss that started sweet, a reunion that was simultaneously familiar and new. Bucky had never kissed Steve and had to tilt his head up before, unless you count that one time when Steve, feeling he’d had something to prove, had climbed up onto one of their rickety dining chairs. But as sweet, and as tender as the kiss started, all of Bucky’s pent up emotions came shooting to the surface, his loneliness, his need, his love all making themselves known.

He melted into Steve, allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of strong arms holding him, plush lips travelling over his own. Lips that had just been kissing Sam… and why was that both upsetting and arousing at the same time, and…

Bucky pulled back from the kiss, confusion evident in his eyes, but Steve got in first.

“I love you, Buck. Always have, always will.”

“But Sam? You and he, and…?”

Sam walked up behind Steve, wrapping his arms around Steve’s tiny wait, resting his head on a firm bicep and looking Bucky straight in the eyes. Not with any kid of malice or one-up-manship, but with affection, and dare Bucky think, a hunger?

Steve’s deep, melodious voice recaptured Bucky’s attention.

“And I love him too. Seeing you too the other week, made me so happy, but at the same time, wretched. I wanted you to have joy in your life, but at the same time I was jealous. Jealous of both of you. It took me a while to work through how I felt. And I still didn’t fully understand it, until Sam explained it.”

“Polyamory.” Sam smiled as he spoke the word, as though it would fully explain everything.

“Poly-what now?”

Sam’s smile broadened, becoming predatory and he let go of Steve to stalk towards Bucky. Bucky didn’t even realise he’d moved away until his back hit a wall. Sam’s hands landed either side of his head, and Bucky was mesmerised by his dark eyes, drawing him in, down and down into their depths, and Sam was kissing him now, slow and easy, like molasses. Nothing like their first kiss two weeks ago. It was Bucky holding onto Sam this time, like an anchor, lest he drown. He let out an embarrassing whimper when Sam broke the kiss, momentarily chasing his lips, his brain swirling and upside down.

“Polyamory,” Sam repeated. “It means ‘many loves’. It is used to describe relationships that are more than two people. Sometimes everyone in the group, or polycule, are in a relationship with everyone else, and sometimes there are just individual ‘twosomes’ that overlap. It’s no secret that Steve loves you and he loves me. I love Steve. You love Steve. You and me? Well, there’s something here. If you’d like to explore it, that is.”

Fuck. Bucky felt like a prime steak in a butcher’s window the way Sam was looking at him, it was doing things to him. Strange tingly things. Strange butterfly things. Then Sam stepped out of Bucky’s space, giving him room to breathe. Bucky wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or not. But Steve grabbed his hand - and how were Steve’s hands so big now? - and dragged him over to the sofa.

It was a three seater sofa, but none of them were small men by any stretch of the imagination and Bucky found himself wedged in between Steve and Sam. He was twisted slightly to face Steve, who was now holding both of Bucky’s hands in his and Sam was almost plastered to his back, the heat of him warming Bucky from the inside out.

“You remember, when we were kids, when Mr and Mrs Weiss had her widowed cousin come live with them?”

Bucky cocked his head as he dug through the oldest of his memories, of the couple who lived a few doors down from Steve and his ma, and Mrs Weiss’ younger cousin.

“Kathy? Yeah. She was widowed young, and didn’t want to live alone and…” Realisation of the relevance of the story hit him. “Oh. She wasn’t her cousin, was she?”

Steve grinned his ‘shit-eating’ grin.

“Nope. Not unless they were ‘kissing cousins’. I went round one day, taking some extra soup Ma had made in case they needed it and Kathy was sat on Mrs Weiss’ lap and they were kissing. Like really ‘kissing’ kissing. I remember going beet red, dumping Ma’s soup pan on the table and running out as fast as my bandy, asthmatic legs could carry me. Then, when I had to go back two days later to collect it, all three were waiting for me in the kitchen. Kathy sat on Mr Weiss’ lap, Mrs Weiss stood behind them and they told me that they loved each other. All of them. And begged me not to tell - that the world we lived in wasn’t ready to deal with ‘unconventional’ love. I told ‘em that I loved someone unconventionally too, and that their secret was safe with me.”

“You told them, before you told me?”

“Well it was before I was sure you felt the same way, Buck. Cut me some slack, I was 13. Anyway, there wasn’t a fancy name for it back then. But what I’m trying to say is that it’s just as ‘wrong’ as you and me. As me and Sam. Not ‘wrong’ at all. Just different. It’s loving in our own way.”

Steve drew Bucky closer, until the brunet was half lying on the broad, muscular chest covered by a too small t-shirt. Steve pressed kisses to his temple, the bushy hair of his beard tickling Bucky’s cheeks, and behind him Sam shifted to stay pressed close, head resting on the back of Bucky’s shoulder blades.

“Whaddya say, Barnes? Wanna be unconventional?”

Bucky could feel the rumble of Sam’s deep voice in his chest, and reached back a hand, placing it on Sam’s thigh and giving a gentle squeeze.

“I could be persuaded. As long as you stop accusing me of drinking all your juice. You know full well it’s punk-face here that does that. Knows all he has to do is flash those baby blues of his and he’ll be forgiven.”

For the first time the three of them dissolved into a fit of the giggles, unconsciously all shifting closer together on the sofa.

And Bucky wondered how, in the space of an hour, he'd gone from feeling unlovable to being surrounded by love.

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