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For the very first time - Chapter 5

[or 5 times the Cap Quartet slept with each other and 1 time they slept all together]

AN: So, I was going to post this yesterday, but then realised it would get hidden under a mountain of boop, lol. So have some Sam/Steve time. This is set after the events of CA:TWS, when Sam and Steve are following leads on Bucky around the world. Catch up on Chapter 4 here.

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Chapter Summary: Looking for Bucky, and Steve is frustrated. It’s a good thing that Sam is there to help him get out of his head and indulge him.

Chapter Relationship: Sam x Steve

Chapter Word count: 3.9k

CW: Mild Angst, referenced masturbation, Accidental Porn watching, Kink reveal, Daddy Kink, Friends to lovers, Top Sam, Bottom Steve, Pleasure Dom Sam, Sub Steve, Multiple orgasms, Super-soldier refractory period, Blow job, Anal fingering, Anal Sex.

Sam and Steve - late 2014

“A waste of fucking time,” Steve bit out as he walked into the hotel room and threw himself down on the bed. It was probably a good thing that Sam had been in charge of the keycard and therefore opening and closing the door - Steve would probably have taken it off its hinges with the mood he was in.

He was lying on his back, one arm thrown over his face, and was trying to toe off his shoes at the same time. Everything just felt like too much of an effort.

It had been several months since the Triskelion and Bucky’s re-emergence and then subsequent disappearance. Steve had been obsessively scouring all of the intel he could get hold of through Maria’s new job with Stark and the remains of Nat’s assets. He’d flown all over the world, following up on sightings and even rumours, but no luck. Every time he arrived somewhere it was to find out that Bucky had already moved on, if he’d even been there in the first place.

At least, for the most part, he’d had Sam with him. Sam, who’d barely known him and Nat when he’d agreed to aid them in their effort to take down HYDRA. Sam, the voice of reason, telling him when to stop, when to slow down and rest. Sam, the bonafide bad-ass who had now saved Steve by the skin of his teeth on more than one occasion. Sam, who was so god-damn attractive it should be illegal.

Nat, the loving friend that she was, had given him just enough details about what was under those tight-fit pants to make his general appreciation of Sam blossom into a full blown crush. Okay, Sam had helped with that by just being, well, Sam. Charismatic. Supportive. And as already stated, a badass.

Steve moved his arm from off his face and peered out from under his lashes. Sam was pottering around the small room, tidying up what very little mess there was, and then, unintentionally, set Steve’s heart racing when he pulled his shirt off over his head before picking up the towel from the end of one of the queen beds in the room.

“I’m gonna get a shower before you get in there and use up all the hot water,” Sam teased, grinning at Steve’s prone form. Steve flipped him the bird as Sam turned away with a chuckle and made his way into the small hotel bathroom.

This was always the worst part, Steve thought. Knowing that Sam was only a few feet away. Naked. And with his enhanced hearing he could hear Sam when he hummed or whistled under the spray. He’d also heard Sam do other things while in the shower, which had led to Steve, ashamedly, copying along and wondering what Sam actually looked like when he…

Steve shook his head. He should not be thinking about his friend like that, even if he knew that friend liked guys as well as girls, the way that he did himself. Even if Sam liked to flirt with him and leave him flustered. He should be concentrating on finding Bucky, because Bucky needed him.

The shower shut off and a minute later Sam reappeared, towel wrapped around his waist, chest still damp, and clutching his pants and underwear.

“All yours, Rogers. The pressure’s good too. Maybe a good shower will help you get out of your bad mood. I’m gonna order room service, cos I’ll be damned if I’m getting dressed to go out again. Want me to order the works?”

There he was again, looking out for Steve. ‘The works’ was code for ‘a super-soldier amount of food’. By ordering for himself he was making it look as though he wasn’t actively ensuring that Steve didn’t pass out from hunger. It apparently hadn’t taken long for Sam to get Steve’s number, although he wouldn’t put it past Nat to be slipping Sam information. Hell, she probably even had a dossier labelled ‘Dealing with Steve Rogers’.

“Sounds good. Thanks Sam,” Steve replied before sitting up and shucking his own shirt. He hesitated a moment, but realising how much time they’d already spent together, he also stripped out his jeans and socks and made his way into the bathroom in just his boxer briefs. Despite facing away from Sam, he got the feeling that the other man was watching him the whole time.

His shower took him ten minutes, and somehow, Steve managed to not jack off while he was in there, despite the urge being quite high. It did mean, however, that he had to try and hide his half-chub by holding his underwear in his hands in front of his towel before walking to the far side of his bed so that Sam couldn’t see him.

For his part, Sam wasn’t really paying attention. He’d changed into a pair of grey sweats and a red sleeveless tee and was currently standing at the hotel room door, accepting the trolley of food that had been sent up for them. On the surface it looked like a veritable feast, but Steve knew from experience that it was only just enough to keep his body going until the morning. There had to be some downsides to the serum, and having to spend a large portion of his back-pay on groceries and protein shakes was one of them.

Steve changed into his own sweats -navy - and his own tee - white and looking like it was a size too small - before moving across the room to investigate what Sam had ordered. His face lit up as he took in the selection.

“Thanks, Sam. You know me so well,” he exclaimed as he claimed the triple stack burger with its accompanying tower of onion rings and bucket of fries.

“No problem,” Sam replied. “Come on, let’s sit and watch some TV. We can eat on my bed, but wheel that trolley round your side. I’ve got all I want here.” He gestured to a large bowl of what looked like chicken and spicy rice that he’d placed on one of the side tables of his bed. Steve gave him a small nod, and then the pair of them got themselves comfortable.

Sam picked up the remote and flicked through several channels, before settling on a rerun of Hell’s Kitchen. “This okay with you?”

“Sure,” Steve mumbled around his burger. “I don’t want something I need to concentrate on.”

The next thirty minutes passed and Steve made his way through the pile of food that Sam had ordered for him, although Sam did steal a few fries from him once he’d finished his own meal.

“You could have ordered some for yourself,” Steve jokingly chastised.

“Like you’ll miss five fries, you lug.” Sam jostled his arm against Steve’s and then they were both chuckling. The credits began to roll and Steve picked up the remote to find something else to put on. He flicked through the channels, the choices getting stranger and more niche the further up the list he went until….

“Fuck me, Daddy!”

Steve flushed, realising he’d scrolled as far as the porn channels and became very aware that he was sitting very close to Sam while on the screen a twinky young man was getting a good going over by a larger, burlier one.

“Ummm,” he stuttered out. He turned his head to look at Sam, but found the other man looking back at him with a grin on his face, but an unreadable look in his eyes.

“Didn’t know you had a ‘Daddy’ kink, Steve. But to each their own. Which one are you?”

Sam was teasing him. Obviously. But Steve found he couldn’t speak. His mouth had gone dry and in his mind’s eye he was lying on his back, Sam folding him in half, splitting him open and…

He must have been sitting silent and wide-eyed for too long, because he came back to himself, blinking at the sound of a deep chuckle, while the porno continued to play in the background.

“Oh, sugar. You’re gagging for it, aren’t you? And from the look on your face, you don’t want to be the Daddy. But are you looking for one?” Sam’s voice dropped even lower. “Want me to be your Daddy, Steve?”

“I - umm.” Steve’s brain was not co-operating, but that was probably because all his blood was in his dick, obscenely tenting his sweats, as his eyes roved of their own accord over Sam’s muscular body. Sam lifted his hand and cupped Steve’s face, brushing his thumb over one of Steve’s cheeks.

“You’re not as subtle as you think when you’re checking someone out. And that’s okay. I had a feeling there was something here when we first met, and then Nat confirmed it. But it’s down to you. We don’t have to do anything about it, if you don’t want to. Can forget this even happened, and just be friends. But I gotta let you know, you’re a sweet looking thing, Steve Rogers, and I care an awful lot for you. I’d be honoured to help you work out a little tension, if you’ll let me.”

Steve felt like a deer caught in headlights, an eerily familiar sensation. He wanted. Oh, how he wanted. But he was also conflicted. He was looking for Bucky. Bucky who he loved and now knew was alive. Should he do this? Indulge himself? He’d had no such qualms when he’d slept with Nat, and it wasn’t as though he didn’t have feelings for Sam as well, but the confusing thoughts swirled around in his mind.

“Talk to me, Steve. What’s going on in that enhanced brain of yours?” Sam was still gently stroking his face, not making any other move to touch him. Steve looked him straight in his eyes, saw the affection as well as the lust that was now clearly telegraphed and his defences, his reservations, ebbed away.

“Make me stop thinking, Sam. Please!” His plea was almost whispered - raw and desperate.

Sam’s smile widened as he shifted and moved closer, leaning over Steve as he sat on the bed and brought their lips together.

Since waking up, despite what Nat had initially thought, Steve hadn’t been celibate, having sought out a few anonymous hook-ups with both men and women. The only problem had been that most people had assumed that because of his size that he’d naturally want to be in charge and while that may sometimes have been the case, it wasn’t what he wanted all of the time. However, as soon as Sam kissed him, leaned into it with natural dominance, Steve knew that Sam got him. Knew what Steve needed in the here and now. His heart sang and he felt no guilt as he turned himself over to the sensations.

He reached out, his hand curling into the front of Sam’s shirt just as Sam’s tongue demanded entry to his mouth. He let it in gladly, enjoying the soft urgency, filled with want, but also unhurried. He whined, his own tongue joining in the dance as Sam pressed him back onto the bed, lying on top of him. Steve didn’t know how long they made out for, slow and easy, with their bodies pressed together and their cocks brushing against each other through their clothes, but he could feel impatience - a neediness - burning through his veins, and when he began to roll his hips, in search of more friction, Sam broke away with a chuckle.

“Feeling needy, Steve? What do you want from me?” Sam questioned him gently, no doubt aware of how Steve was floating off into a different headspace. He dipped his head and nuzzled at Steve’s throat before latching onto a patch of skin and sucking a mark onto it. “We could just do this - make out and rub against each other? Or I could put my hand on you, stroke your no doubt pretty cock until you come and cry? Or we could go further? I could open you up, stretch you out and fuck you until you don’t know your own name?”

Steve let out a moan, his eyelids fluttering at the mental image Sam had painted for him. Sam just moved to the other side of his neck, raising a matching mark that would unfortunately fade too soon. “Words, sugar. Need to know you’re on board.” He reached down, open palm skimming over Steve’s chest, brushing against one of his nipples, causing it to peak under his shirt. Then, without warning, Sam pinched at it, and Steve wailed, the pain and the pleasure merging into one.

“Fuck me!” Somehow, he managed to make his voice work. “Please! Want you in me.”

Lazily, Sam brushed his palm over Steve’s other nipple, and gave it the same treatment.

“Who do you want in you, sugar?” he asked as he tweaked on the stiff nub.

“Daddy!” Steve cried out. “Wan’ Daddy to fuck me.”

Sam captured his lips again, and while Steve was dizzy and disoriented from the sudden harshness of it, Sam stripped him of his t-shirt, only breaking the kiss to pull the fabric over Steve’s head.

Sam then moved back, stepping off the bed, quickly removing his own clothes and turning off the TV. Steve couldn’t move from where he was, his hands lying on the bed level with his head and his eyes squarely on Sam’s cock which bobbed in front of him, already shiny on the end with precum. Steve’s lips felt dry and he couldn’t help but wet them with his tongue, eliciting yet another rumbling laugh from Sam.

“You’re cock-drunk already and I haven’t even started with you.”

He stepped closer again, his fingers curling around the waistband of Steve’s sweats, and perfunctorily peeled them from his body. Steve’s own cock bounced and slapped against his abs. Discarding Steve’s pants on the floor, Sam reached out and walked two fingers up the rigid length of Steve, from base to tip.

“Well, what do we have here? This all for me, baby?”

“‘S,” Steve mewled. “For you, Daddy.”

“And if Daddy was in the mood to ride this perfect cock, would you let him?” A disappointed noise left Steve’s throat at the question, because if that’s what Sam wanted then Steve would happily let him, but he just really wanted to be fucked right now - feel that stretch and burn and the almost overwhelming feeling of his prostate being rubbed just right by that perfect looking cock.

As if he could read Steve’s mind, Sam lay his hand flat on Steve’s abdomen and stroked upwards, soothing him. “It was just a question for another time, baby. I’m not gonna go back on my promise to turn you into a mess on my dick.”

“Yeah.” Steve shook his head earnestly. “‘Nother time. Let you do wha’ you want. But I need you.”

Sam gave him a knowing smile, before he dipped down to his bag, rummaging through it for a few moments before pulling out a bottle of lube. Then, with a broad grin, he crawled back up onto the bed, between Steve’s thighs.

“Pass Daddy a pillow, sugar.” At Sam’s gentle command, Steve reached up and snagged the one he wasn’t resting his head on, passing it down to Sam’s waiting hand. Then, with a tap to his hip, Steve planted his feet flat on the bed and lifted himself, so that Sam could wedge the pillow under his ass.

“Keep your legs like that,” Sam directed and Steve nodded his head, lower lip caught between his teeth. Sam flicked open the cap of the lube and squirted some out into his right palm, before taking a firm hold of Steve’s cock and starting to jerk it.

“Do you know how many times you can come, Steve? I take it you can recover quickly?”

Steve nodded again, before realising that Sam actually wanted a verbal answer. “F-four,” he replied. “‘Ve done four on my own.”

“Good boy,” Sam drawled, speeding up the motion of his hand so that his thumb pressed up Steve’s frenulum and over his tip, mixing the lube and Steve’s pre-cum together. “You come when you want. I’m gonna give you as many as you can handle.”

With his free hand, Sam stroked over Steve’s body, sliding up to play with his nipples again, before going lower and cupping Steve’s heavy balls. He even dipped his head and mouthed at the soft skin of Steve’s thighs. All throughout he mumbled soft words of praise and encouragement, and it didn’t take long for Steve to reach his first peak. His hands fisted the sheet and his back arched as his cock jerked in Sam’s hold, shooting spurts of sticky, white cum over Sam’s fingers and his own stomach.

“There you go, sugar. One down…” Sam lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked Steve’s spend from them, a sight so down-right filthy that Steve’s eyes widened and he squirmed on the sheets. Sam just smiled back at him, before scooping more of the puddle up and moving his hand between Steve’s legs.

When Sam’s fingers connected with his hole, Steve shuddered, his cum still warm and slippery and Sam gently massaged at the taut ring of muscle. Steve tried to relax his body and let the sensations wash over him, but it wasn’t long before his cock was rock hard again and he was pressing up against Sam’s hand. Sam added more lube to his fingers, spreading it liberally, before pressing in with one finger. Steve let out a wordless moan, his body inviting the invading digit with ease.

Sam pumped it in and out, quickly able to press the whole length of his finger inside Steve. He added a second, and Steve could almost hear the smirk on his face when Steve let out another groan. Sam spent a few minutes scissoring his fingers, stretching Steve out, before he crooked his fingers and Steve jerked like a puppet on a string. With a smile on his face, that Steve could only just see from under his lowered lashes, Sam started to rub gentle circles over Steve’s prostate.

Steve was no stranger to a prostate massage, but it had been a long time since he’d had one so good. His cock was already twitching, precum coming out in little spurts with every press against that small organ inside him.

“Daddy…” he cried out, hoping Sam understood his need.

“Just relax,” Sam coaxed, wrapping his free hand back around Steve’s flushed cock and stroking in time with the pumps of his fingers. “There we go. Let it happen. Come for Daddy, baby.”

This time, it felt like a river - an endless stream - of cum just flowing from him and Steve writhed with the pleasure of it.

Sam repeated the same thing when he added a third finger, rubbing over Steve’s spot, almost to the point of overstimulation, and firmly stroking Steve until he started to shudder. Sam this time took the tip of Steve’s cock in his mouth, sucking firmly, making it feel as though he was drawing the cum from him.

After that third orgasm, though, Sam finally gave Steve what he wanted, removing his hand and shuffling closer on his knees, before pressing his own weeping cock against Steve’s lax hole. He slid in easily, pressing in almost to the hilt on the first thrust, Steve’s primed body accepting him without complaint. He started thrusting slowly, taking the time to get to know Steve’s body like this - for them to both get used to it. He carefully avoided hitting Steve’s sensitive prostate head on, wanting to give him a reprieve for a short time and give himself time to enjoy this. Instead he leant over, his hands coming down onto the bed next to Steve’s own hands.

“Open your eyes, Steve. Look up at me.”

Steve dragged his eyes open, the delicate lids feeling as though they were weighed down with concrete.

“You’re so pretty, sugar,” he drawled and then ducked his head down, taking Steve’s lower lip between his teeth and giving it a nip. Steve squeaked and bucked his hips up.

“More, Daddy. Please.”

“Don’t be a brat,” Sam cautioned as he dropped kisses over Steve’s collarbone and upper chest. “Just trust me. I’ll get you there. Now, wrap your legs around me.”

As Steve did so, his hips tilted a bit more, making it easier for Sam to slide his cock back and forth over Steve’s prostate. Steve drew in a ragged breath as he felt his nebulous fourth orgasm start to coalesce somewhere in his balls. His cock was trapped against Sam’s firm stomach, and his previous spend was easing the way.

Steve was starting to feel overwhelmed by it all, his hands carefully gripping Sam’s shoulders as he rolled his body to meet each one of Sam’s thrusts.

“Where do you want Daddy’s cum, baby? Do you want me to make a mess of your slutty hole?”

Steve couldn’t think of a single thing that would be better. “Yes,” he moaned out with enthusiasm. “‘M a dirty slut for you, Daddy.”

“And are you gonna come with me?” Sam asked, slyly.

“Yeah. Gon’ come. So close.” His words were slurred, the pleasure acting like a drug in his system.

“Do you need to touch yourself, or can you come like this?”

“Like this ‘s good. So good, Daddy.”

Sam altered his rhythm, slowing down, but making each stroker harder and deeper. He tangled the fingers of his right hand with Steve’s left and kissed him, each swipe of his lips an entreaty for Steve to come. Then, with that first sensation of his orgasm racing up him, his body tightening, Steve heard Sam groan into his mouth and felt Sam’s cock twitch inside him, filling him all the way up.

Steve let himself float on the wave of bliss, only vaguely aware of Sam pulling away from him, and only because the lack of weight against his body made him feel more floaty. He tried to reach out with his hand, but it felt like a dead-weight and fell back onto the mattress.

“I’ll be right back,” Sam muttered quietly in his ear, and Steve just smiled dopily. A minute or so later, Sam’s hands were back on him, a warm, damp washcloth, wiping the sweat and cum from his skin. The pillow, that was probably ruined, was pulled out from under him, and then Steve felt Sam tugging at the coverlet, trying to get it over Steve’s frame that felt as if it was made from over-cooked noodles.

Sam padded around the room, clearing the plates from their meal and turning out the lights until the only illumination came from one small lamp. When he climbed into the bed, his naked body brushing up against Steve’s side, Sam came to rest facing Steve, propped up on one elbow. His fingers gently raked through Steve’s hair.

“Feel better? Was that okay?”

Steve sighed happily and snuggled against Sam’s form. “Was excellent. Thank you.”

“No problem. I really do care for you, you know?”

Steve tilted his head to look up at Sam’s face, taking note of the serious expression in his dark eyes.

“I care for you too, Sam. A lot.”

Sam dropped a kiss to Steve’s forehead.

“Good to know. And maybe, next time, we can try for five? What do you think about that?”

Steve just smiled against Sam’s skin, wrapping both his arms around the other man and pulling him into a tighter embrace before succumbing to sleep.

Chapter 6

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