Title: We'll Drink Under Stars

Square Filled: Bouncer/Bartender AU

Warning: alcoholic drinks

Summary: Retired from the spotlight, Sam now spends his days working at his own bar and resto at the beach side with Bucky as his own personal bouncer.

Word Count: 658

sequel to the previous one!!!

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His heart, Sam Wilson thinks, is where it's always been; it's behind a sleek, polished bar counter surrounded by multiple alcoholic bottles as he poured one out for himself as the night dwindled down into early break of dawn-Yes, this was the haven Sam wished for himself but couldn't reach at the time. Now when it seemed possible, the life he had wanted for himself had been put into place, and in this, this lonely bar and resto on the boardwalk, it seemed too fantastical to seem real; everything was so good for Sam, it felt like another life to be here.

It's under the stars when Sam raised his glass and downed his drink in one swift movement as Bucky Barnes saunters towards his lover with quite a swagger; the man settled down on a bar stool, sighing as he set a hand under his chin, watching Sam smile lazily as he, the bartender, had leaned on the counter as well, keeping a soft gaze on the bouncer, Bucky.

Bucky hummed as he closed his eyes, and Sam took the opportunity to plant a soft kiss on Bucky's lips, and to Sam's enjoyment, a grin grew onto his lover's face with a flush of red additional to the blue lights above them. "I should've bought you a drink quite sooner," Bucky speaks, and Sam feels like he's set free on an empty stage all over again.

Sam tsked but grinned nonetheless, reaching from under the counter to pull out a bottle of vodka, setting it on the table with a loud thump that the two of them had laughed at. "We should celebrate with 100% proof vodka," he cheered, looking at the label. "Straight out of it. It'd be fun,"

Bucky shakes his head at Sam, but grinning and throws a kiss his way. "To being fiances," he opened the bottle for Sam as he took a tentative sip. "Three years and endless nights like these,"

Sam clutches the bottle as he sets his chin on the neck, his head sideways as Bucky did the same. "Three years, huh..." his eyes settled on the counter, a far away look as he continued quite somberly, "Best decision I've ever had. Do you regret it?"

Bucky shakes his head as he takes one of Sam's hand and began tracing random shapes on them, absentmindedly hums as he says: "I don't ever regret things, Sammy, but this one?" He plants a quick kiss on the back of Sam's hand before caressing it to his face. "Out of all the things I've done, this is the only service I've ever did where I received as much as I gave, and that's the only thing I'll ever need,"

Sam runs his thumb across Bucky's cheek, and there goes that same look Bucky gave him three years ago in that crowded room: it was all too sweet, gentle and observant, and the exact look this astronomer looks upon the billions of stars in the sky as if he understood what burden the constellations had carried. Bucky understood what it meant to look at Sam as if the man had formed the milky way himself, and Sam understood what it meant to be loved with Bucky as that same shy random face in the crowd.

There were only a few moments between them that felt right to let themselves be vulnerable from drinks, and it was with each other, so filled with love and care for one another that they let their eyes speak for themselves; so sweet and so gentle, the glaring red of the sunrise could not touch this intimacy between Sam and Bucky, and if anything, this only grew tenderly.

It's under this star that they drink their love, and they'd be too drunk over the sun and the sky that they wouldn't notice it: Their love, oh the service and selflessness within it, it could shatter glass at the slightest touch.