If Sam has anywhere better to be, it does not show. For hours they just doze together, with Sam warming Bucky's cock and his bed, just letting his moon rest in comfort. Sometimes Sam's awake to feel and praise the small, comfortable orgasms Bucky shudders through. Sometimes he doesn't wake, just dozes. Sometimes, Bucky's not even fully awake for them either.

The room changes as the day turns to night and then the sky lights up slowly with dawn.

Bucky will stir to the soft sound of Sam's voice, speaking Arabic in a hushed voice into his phone. When he notices Bucky's eyes open, he reaches out a hand, runs it through his hair. Says something to the person on the other end of the line while keeping fond eyes on Bucky, then ends the conversation. Shoves the phone onto the bedside table and then scoots back in closer to Bucky.

"Morning. How you doing?"