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It would take twelve hours for an extraction. Twelve fucking hours. Luckily, Sam and Bucky were not in immediate danger from an enemy. They were, however, snowed in somewhere off the grid inside of a small cabin. And it was cold. Sam’s stealth suit did very little to keep him warm. He was shivering by the time Bucky had returned from checking the perimeter and stocks.

“All o’ the wood is wet and rotted,” Bucky said as he came to stand in front of Sam. “No chance of making a fire tonight. I found a couple of sleeping bags that’re in good condition. I’ve made us up a pallet bed for tonight.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“No problem. Now, take off your shirt.”

Sam’s eyes went wide as he said, “Excuse me?”

“We’ve gotta share body heat,” said Bucky as he began to unzip his jacket. “Easiest way to transfer heat to one another is skin-to-skin. We used to do this all the time when it’d get cold on the Front. You were a soldier. Don’t tell me you and some other fella never snuggled up real close to keep warm on those cold desert nights?”

“We did,” said Sam.

“You shy or somethin’?” asked Bucky with a hint of teasing to his tone.

“No,” said Sam quickly as he began to undo his jacket.

“Good,” said Bucky as he laid down on the floor where he had made up their bed for the evening. “You can be the little spoon.”

…

It wasn’t as awkward as Sam thought it would be, lying there with his bare back pressed to Bucky’s bare chest. The heat radiating from Bucky’s firm body was nice. Warmed him almost as much as his growing arousal from Bucky’s proximity did. They laid there for a while and Sam hoped his heart rate was not telling on him as it beat wildly in his chest. He had often wondered what it would be like to be held like that by Bucky. To have his hot skin pressed against Sam’s; his strong arm draped over Sam’s waist. To feel safe and secure in his embrace.

Sam unwittingly let out a contented sigh that caused Bucky to stir.

“You okay?” asked Bucky.

“Yeah,” Sam answered as he shifted, accidently brushing against Bucky’s arousal. Sam’s skin flushed with heat at the realization that Bucky was hard. Bucky was spooning Sam in a remote cabin and his hard dick was pressed against Sam’s ass.

“Sorry,” said Bucky, his breath warm on Sam’s neck.

Sam was speechless for a moment before he mustered up an answer.

“Got a mind of its own sometimes?” asked Sam, trying to remain calm as the whole situation was beginning to look like one of his most private fantasies.

“Not really,” Bucky supplied, his voice sounding deeper. “It knows what I like.”

Then, as if he had regretted being so honest, Bucky pulled away and said, “Sorry, Sam. I uh – you’re an attractive man, and my body think so, too, but that’s no excuse for me to make things awkward between us. Let’s swap places. You can be the big spoon.”

…

Sam laid down and got close to Bucky. He was a little awkward as he drew nearer. Sam didn’t know what to do with his hand, so he draped it over Bucky’s waist.

“Shit, Sam! Your hand is freezing cold.”

“Sorry,” said Sam as he pulled away.

Bucky grabbed his hand and held it in his own before saying, “It’s fine. Here, let me help you.”

He laced their fingers together and began to rub Sam’s hand. Slowly, the coldness was replaced by warmth.

 After a moment, Bucky whispered, “Better?”

“Yeah, thank you.”

Bucky ran his thumb over Sam’s and said, “Good.”

He then settled in closer to Sam, back to chest, and then pulled Sam’s hand to rest over his heart. The pair laid there for a moment, soaking up each other’s warmth and relishing in how good it felt to hold one another. It felt way too good. Sam’s body responded.

Bucky moved a little and brushed against Sam’s growing hardness.

“Got a mind of its own, eh?” he teased with a little laugh.

“Knows what I like,” Sam replied, before adding, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, Sam,” said Bucky firmly. “If this is goin’ where I want it to go, then I’m good with that. I’ve done this once or twice before back in my day.”

“To keep warm?” asked Sam, his heart rate quickening.

“Among other things,” Bucky replied. “But I gotta admit, none of those guys were half as pretty as you.”

Sam’s breath almost left him at Bucky’s earnest words.

“So, you’re cool if I do this?” asked Sam as he pushed his hips forward a little, his hardness pushing against Bucky’s ass.

“Absolutely. Do whatever you need to get warm, sweetheart,” said Bucky. “Do whatever you need to feel good.”

“What about this?” asked Sam as he reached down and rubbed Bucky’s stiff cock through his tac pants. “You’re good with this?”

“Yes. I trust you,” said Bucky, his breath heavy, as gave an encouraging roll of his hips that caused Sam to moan out loud. “I want this with you.”

…

Sam was almost pulsating with need, and so was Bucky.

Sam rutted up against him at the same time as he gripped the prominent outline of Bucky’s hard cock.

“This okay?”

“It’s good. Fuck, Sam. That’s good.”

Spurred on by Bucky’s words, Sam ground against Bucky with more fervor. He ran his hand over Bucky’s length eagerly, marvelling at the thickness of his clothed cock. Both men panted and moaned as Sam’s movements became more frantic.

“Skin-to-skin,” said Sam between heavy breaths.

“What’d you say, Sammy?”

“I wanna feel you,” said Sam. “Skin-to-skin.”

“My cock and your cock?” asked Bucky.

“Yes,” said Sam, almost deliriously. “Please, Buck.”

“Okay,” said Bucky as he shifted so that they were facing one another. “Fuck. Okay.”

They fumbled around with each other’s pants, and quickly drew them down until they both only had one leg each still inside their respective garments. Bucky shifted Sam so that he was supine on the pallet before manoeuvring himself between Sam’s legs. When their dicks first touched, both men moaned loudly. They were both dripping with want as Bucky thrust his hips forward and pressed his thick cock against Sam’s.

“Oh, God,” Sam managed as Bucky rolled his hips.

“Fuck, Sam,” Bucky moaned as the ridges of his veiny cock rubbed against Sam’s.

Sam dug his fingernails into Bucky’s back as Bucky rested his head near Sam’s neck. Bucky’s lips found Sam’s neck as he sucked and kissed him there. Sam whimpered and wrapped his legs about Bucky’s waist. The delicious friction of their warm skin was edging each man closer to his release.

“Oh, God, Sam,” Bucky moaned in between biting kisses as he ground himself against Sam’s aching sex.

All Sam could do was pant and moan as he teetered on the brink of his climax. Bucky hastened his movements, deft and focused and oh so perfect. Sam’s body was alight. His heart was pounding. They clung to each other. After a few more deliberate thrusts, Sam’s orgasm pulsed through his body; Bucky followed soon thereafter.  They coated each other’s skin with the warm stickiness of their release.

Bucky collapsed on top of Sam as they each fought to catch their breath. Bucky recovered more quickly than Sam as he began to clean them both up with his discarded undershirt. Then, Bucky pulled his pants back on as Sam did the same. They got comfortable once again on their makeshift bed, with Sam returning to the little spoon position. Their breathing returned to normal as they settled in.

“So, you did that once or twice to keep warm?” asked Sam, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen over them.

“Sure,” said Bucky with an amused laugh. “And for the company.”

“Cool,” was all Sam said as Bucky held him in place.

“I did it a few times, but I’ve never ever wanted to do with those guys what I wanna do with you?”

“We just came together, Buck. What else is there to do?” asked Sam as the glow of his climax wafted away and a small dread that he had ruined their friendship set in.

“Well, I really wanna kiss you, Sam.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” said Bucky in earnest. “I’m a romantic, Samuel.”

Despite what they had just done, it was the fact that Bucky wanted to kiss Sam that made his tummy flutter. Kissing Bucky would be way more intimate than what they had just shared.

Sam turned to face Bucky then and smiled at him before asking, “A romantic? Really?”

“Oh yeah. So, how about that kiss?” Bucky asked with mirth behind his eyes.

“Okay, said Sam somewhat shyly.

Bucky smiled, cupped Sam’s face, and then pressed their lips together. The kiss was sweet and sensual. They breathed one another in as they explored each other’s mouths. Kissing Bucky was better than Sam had ever imagined.

When they pulled apart, Bucky caressed Sam’s face softly and said, “I could do that forever.”

Sam could not help the bright beam that spread across his face as he replied with, “Well, if we get outta here without freezing to death, I’ll see what I can do about making that happen.”

Bucky smiled, wrapped Sam in a tight embrace, and said, “I’d better make sure I keep you warm then.”