Sam and Bucky are in the lounge room of the Avengers compound, watching TV. Whatever they were watching was quickly forgotten when Sam felt fingers gently stroke the inside of his thigh.

"Whatcha doin', Buck?" Sam asked.

"Oh...nothing." Bucky replied coyly.

He runs his hand up the inside of Sam's thigh, stopping just in front of his crotch, and then running his hand back down and grabbing his knee. Then he does it again, getting a bit closer to Sam's crotch. This was getting Sam all hot and bothered, and it was taking all his willpower not to squirm under Bucky's touch.

"Buck...quit teasing me." Sam said, his breath hitching when his boyfriend pinched his thigh.

"Want me to stop, doll?" Bucky whispered, lips barely brushing against Sam's ear.

"H*ll to the f**king no. What I want you to do is quit holding back." Sam replied.

Suddenly, Sam is pushed down on the couch with his wrists pinned above his head, and Bucky straddling his hips.

"Ready to have your world rocked, doll?" Bucky whispered huskily into Sam's ear, before gently biting down on his earlobe.

"F**k yeah." Sam nods vigorously.

Bucky kisses and nibbles up and down both sides of Sam's neck. With his metal hand, he holds down Sam's wrists, and with his flesh hand, he goes under Sam's shirt and strokes his abs and chest.

"~ohhh, yes, Bucky.~" Sam moaned.

Their lips meet as Bucky's hand slowly slips down the front of Sam's pants.

"Hey, Mr. Barnes and Mr. Wilson, wanna watch the new Mortal Kombat mov---EEEK! Oh my gosh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Peter said coming and then immediately panicking, covering his eyes.

"GET THE F**K OUT!!" Bucky and Sam yell.

Still covering his eyes, Peter nods then bolts out of the room, almost bumping into the doorframe. The couple try to pick up where they left off, but their mood was severely diminished. After trying a few times, Bucky gives up with a heavy sigh and flops on top of Sam's chest. Sam could feel his boyfriend pouting against his chest.

"There, there, Buck." Sam said patting Bucky's head.

"Was it good for you until Spider-Brat came in?" Bucky asked, his voice muffled into Sam's chest.

"Yep. It was amazing, my sexy little beast." Sam answered.

For the next two weeks whenever they ran into Peter, the boy would start blushing and avoid eye contact with the men. Sometimes they would hear him muttering something about his "stupid spider-sense" not warning him.