“You have to aim it,” Joaquín says.
Bucky looks at the screen, confused. “How? There’s no aim.”
“Just. Get behind the car you want to hit. Like, make sure you’re doing a straight line,” Joaquín says.
“Can’t the shell bounce, though?” Bucky asks.
The lights are dimmed, the brightest source being the TV screen. Sam is half-lying down on the couch, his eyes moving lazily from the screen, to Joaquín, to Bucky, who is sitting in front of him, on the floor.
“It bounces, yeah,” Joaquín says. He turns his controller abruptly so he can take a sharper turn, and the room is filled with the sound of clicking on keys.
They had turned off the sound because Bucky was in a mood for something silent, so even the keys were loud.
“Oh, isn’t that you?” Bucky asks, when a green car comes on the screen, showing up ahead of him.
“Yeah,” Joaquín says. He straightens himself slightly. “Try to hit me.”
Bucky squints his eyes, adjusts his kart, and clicks on the controller. Seconds later, Joaquín’s character is spinning in the middle of the track.
“Hey, that’s it,” Joaquín says. He reaches out and plays with Bucky’s hair. Bucky looks up at him and smiles, his eyes half-lidded, like he might fall asleep if they turn off the game. “You’re doing great.”
“It’s another game,” Joaquín explains. He trails behind Bucky on the screen.
“Go babe,” Sam says, dragging the a, shifting his position and fully laying down on the couch, on his side. “You’re a born gamer.”
“I need to get him a headset,” Joaquín says, “maybe he should try Minecraft.”
Bucky goes back to looking at the screen. “I don’t know what that means, but sure.”
“Can I beat you in that game too?” Bucky asks. Joaquín laughs and hits him with a red shell, speeding ahead of him.
“Don’t be so sure about that,” he says.
Bucky starts leaning to his left, eventually supporting himself on his elbow. Joaquín is slowly but surely falling on top of Sam.
“Ow,” Sam says, when Joaquín hits a sore spot, “wait.”
He turns, moving his body to face up and slightly sideways, and pulls Joaquín in, his head on Sam’s chest. He plays with Joaquín’s curls.
“Hm, if you keep doing that I’ll fall asleep,” Joaquín says, his voice drowsy, slurring his words slightly.
“We should all be asleep,” Sam says. Joaquín feels Sam’s fingers, some of them with plasters, on his scalp, and shivers slightly.
“Only when I win this game,” Bucky says, but he doesn’t sound too invested in it. His kart keeps crashing against his opponents, and eventually he’s playing while laying on the floor.
Joaquín decides to throw himself off the road on purpose, though he doesn’t tell Bucky about it. Sam catches on, but Bucky is too focused on his own game to notice that it wasn’t a mistake.
“I’m ahead of you,” Bucky says. He reaches out his right hand and intertwines it with Sam’s free hand. Playing with his left hand doesn’t fare very well for him, but Joaquín keeps hitting every banana peel, which means Bucky is still ahead of him.
The screen announces “Last Lap,” and Sam wraps his arm around Joaquín, his hand resting on Joaquín’s chest. Joaquín is barely looking at the screen anymore, struggling to keep his eyes open.
Bucky does his best to dodge shells and other items, and tries not to crash into his opponents. Trying to face the TV while having his whole body facing up eventually takes a toll on his neck. As soon as he crosses the finish line, way ahead of Joaquín, he throws his arm over his head and closes his eyes for just a moment.
He feels Sam’s hand go limp, let go of his fingers, and he lazily sits up to find that both Joaquín and Sam have fallen asleep. He smiles to himself, quickly grabs his phone and takes a blurry photo, then carefully grabs the controller out of Joaquín’s hands and sets it near the TV, along with his.
He shuts everything down, then gets up. Gently, he places his arms underneath Sam, who seems to wake up slightly but doesn’t move at all, and picks them both up. He groans as he gets them close to his chest, then carries them to the bedroom, Joaquín closer to his chest, and Sam holding on to Joaquín.
He sets them both on the bed, noticing how cute Joaquín looks with a plaster on his nose, and how peaceful Sam looks still holding on to Joaquín, and takes a deep breath, just to let the moment exist for a little longer.
He does his best to get them into bed, pulling the sheets up, covering them both. He turns off the remaining lights, and takes off his clothes. Before getting into bed himself, he gives them both a kiss on the forehead. Sam wakes up again for a brief moment, and Bucky kisses his lips, whispers “good night” to him, and gives Joaquín a quick kiss on the cheek.
He finally gets into bed, and wraps his arms around Sam and Joaquín, his face against Sam’s neck.
(based on a prompt by @redwings-mechanic, with help from @mallgothbucky. love u both <3)
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