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Sam woke up not knowing what to expect. He had just agreed to date-and fuck- not one but two supersoldiers. He’d spent a good part of his evening reading Steve and Bucky’s kink lists (and trying to not get too turned on by the idea of doing anything with either of them). He’d also sent the two of them his own list, which he’d filled out that night as well. Walking out of the room in his Pajamas, he saw the two supersoldiers sitting at a breakfast table eating coco puffs and looking at their phones. Remembering that they were both older than his grandma, Sam considered it quite a sight to behold. Not asking whether or not the two had spent the night together (again), Sam sat at the table and jokingly asked the men what was so important that they had to look at their phones instead of talking to each other.
“Your kinklist.” At Bucky's response, Sam immediately regretted his question. It was too early in the morning for this.
“My…”
“Yes, your kinklist. You asked what was so important that we had to refrain from conversation. Steve and I decided that this email most certainly was.” Bucky grinned at the look on Sam’s face. It was a gorgeous combination of horror, shock, flattery, and arousal. He’d have to make Sam make that face again.
“Well, Buck, Steve, what do you think?” Sam’s voice was calm and steady, much to everyone’s surprise (especially Sam's).
“I don’t know about buck, but I most certainly can work with this…” Steve smiled, mischievous but pure in the way Steve could never shake.
“Oh, I most certainly can work with this. I take it you’ve looked over ours?” Sam nodded, letting Bucky take control of the conversation. He might talk big game, but talking about sex always emberassed him. “I suppose it may be time for that conversation, then, hm? That is, if you don’t have anything more interesting to do?”
This was a trap. Sam knew this was a trap. They were going to end up having healthy, kinky, emotionally mature, consensual sex that night and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. FUCK. “Nothing that I can think of. How about you, steve?”
“I’m free as a bird. Should we take this to the couch?”
And so they did. The three soldiers sat on the huge couch, all a little awkward (except Bucky who exuded confidence). He sat down comfortably, spreading out his arms and legs in a full manspread. Steve happily plopped onto his right, resting his body on the curve of Bucky's stomach. Sam stood uncomfortably in front of them, unsure what to do. Bucky waved his left arm and raised an eyebrow, and Sam reluctantly cuddled into Bucky's side as well, his hand resting on Bucky’s abs which forced Sam to fight his oncoming arousal.
“So…” Steve started slowly. How does one start a conversation with their two best friends about when and how the three of them would have kinky sex together?
“So, have you guys been doing… this for a long time?” Sam needed to ask the question.
Without a hint of embarrassment, shame, or jealousy Bucky answered, “Yup, ever since we were teenagers. Of course, we were both a lot different back then. We also had to hide it. Luckily, Steve’s mom was always there for us, and other than each other's, hers was the only opinion either of us cared about.”
“And the… the kinky shit?”
“Well, we were already practicing sodomy in the eyes of the lord, why not do a little more? Steve was always running around, getting himself in fights. I told him to stop, and he didn’t, so I had to teach him a lesson. It turns out, we both enjoyed it quite a bit.” Sam nodded. He wanted to know how they learned about BDSM etiquette and consent rules and how to be safe, but he’d ask later. He didn’t want to make his best friends relive being queer in the 40s while they were trying to talk about themselves now, in the present.
“Cool, cool. So, Bucky. Do you always dom? And Steve, do you always sub?”
“No, we switch it up once in a while. And, before the serum, we had to be careful with my body. Often it just made more sense for me to dom, as there were less health risks.”
Bucky nodded along with Steve’s answer and added, “but once he got...big, yeah, I mostly dom. How about you? I saw on your kink list you selected both giving and receiving for a lot. You a switch?”
“I guess? I’m dom-leaning, but I could live out my life only domming or subbing and be happy with it.” Sam was feeling more comfortable with this. Bucky and Steve made an effort to make it clear that he wasn’t a third wheel. He was just as part of their relationship as either of them.
“So, most of our kinks match up. If you’d like, can we plan a scene right now? Depending on how you guys are feeling we can do it anytime from tonight to 3 months from now, it’s all fine with me. What do you think?” Steve looked significantly more embarrassed now, and Sam felt it too.
“How about we plan it out right now and then see how we feel after?” Bucky smiled and looked towards Steve, who nodded at Sam's suggestion.
“Sounds good to me! God, sometimes I think this is my favorite part. Just look at how cute and embarrassed Steve is. I bet that if we’d let him, he could get off on this alone.” Bucky teased.
“He is cute, isn’t he?” Sam agreed, “Maybe we should try that one day, just to see if it would work.” Steve buried his head deeper into Bucky’s neck and made a muffled noise. He had a feeling this arrangement was going to be torture for him, and he loved it.