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“Hey, I’m home,” Bucky calls as walks in the front door. Something smells incredible, his mother must have a roast on.
“Hi, sweetie! Stevie’s here! He’s in your room!”
Urgh. Bucky bites back a sigh.
“Okay!” He knows that the Rogers family doesn’t have a lot of money, and that Sarah, his mom’s best friend, works often round the clock to support her and her son and get the rent paid. Hence, Steve Rogers sitting in his bedroom is a regular occurrence.
The Barnes household is loud. Living with four sisters is chaotic, so Bucky does understand why quiet, little Stevie always hides out in his room. Bucky isn’t exactly chatty, so it’s probably a safe refuge for him.
Bucky walks into the kitchen to give his ma a kiss on the cheek before going to walk to his bedroom.
“Hey, be nice to him! He doesn’t have any friends.”
“Ma!” Bucky rolls his eyes. “Shh, he can probably hear you! And I am nice to him. God.”
“Good.”
Bucky shakes his head, swinging his football kit off his shoulder as he walks into his bedroom.
Steve’s sitting cross legged up on the floor against the wall of Bucky’s small, rectangular room. He’s sketching, like he nearly always is. Bucky’s room consists of a single bed, a wardrobe, their parents’ old TV, and a Sega Megadrive that Bucky is forever grateful none of his sisters have ever taken an interest in.
“You don’t have to sit on the floor… you can sit on my bed.”
Steve doesn’t even look up from his drawing.
“It’s charcoal. I didn’t wanna get dust all over your sheets.”
“Oh,” Bucky says.
Steve’s a weird kid, only a year younger than Bucky, 17 to Bucky’s 18, and Bucky didn’t know what it was about him, but he always seemed way younger than Bucky. It might just have been his size, Steve was short and skinny, and he was so awkward. Bucky did feel a bit sorry for the kid. He still hadn’t presented either, when Bucky and most of his peers had presented around 15/16.
Bucky unpacks his football kit, sorting it into the laundry, then sits down opposite Steve on the floor and turns on the Megadrive.
“You wanna play?” Bucky asks.
“No, thanks,” Steve says, still not looking up.
“What you drawing?”
“Houses,” Steve says.
God, no wonder the kid didn’t have any friends. Well, Bucky tried. He ignores Steve, something he’s become very good at, and carries on playing Sonic the Hedgehog.
“Dinner!” his mother shouts an indeterminate amount of time later. It’s gone dark, but Bucky has absolutely no idea how much time has passed.
They both put down their activities and walk silently to the large dining table. They sit down next to each other before all the women of the family spill into the room and take their seats.
“Hi, Steve,” all the family greet Steve one by one as they come in. He says hi back, then stays silent.
The table quickly descends into laughter, arguments, and general chaos that Bucky mostly stays out of.
“Bucky,” his mom asks over the din.
“Mmm?” Bucky replies, his mouth full.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full!”
“I didn’t!” Bucky objects.
“How was football?”
“Good.”
“Just good?”
“Yeah?” Bucky shrugs, no idea what more his mother wants from him.
“How was school?”
Bucky nods, “fine.”
Steve has a small smile on his face and Bucky has no idea why.
“How was school for you, Steve?”
“Fine,” Steve echoes.
“You two are going to be stunning conversationalists,” she sighs, “were you playing on the Megadrive in there? With the hedgehogs?”
“I was playing with the hedgehogs,” Bucky drawls, “Steve was drawing.”
“Do you not like the hedgehogs?” his mom asks Steve.
“Oh, uh, they’re okay, I was just drawing.”
“Ah! Your art!” She beams at him. “What were you drawing?”
“A house.”
“Oh, what kind of house?”
“It’s a beach house, from a magazine.”
“Oh, lovely! Seems like a much more worthwhile pass time than playing on that silly box.”
Bucky rolls his eyes. Steve doesn’t reply. Probably smart.
“Don’t you roll your eyes at me!”
“Sorry, mom.”
“How’s your asthma, Steve?”
Steve shrugs.
“It’s not so bad. I haven’t had any attacks in a while.”
“That’s really good!”
Thankfully the inquisition ends and his mom turns her questions on her daughters until the end of dinner.
“Thank you for dinner,” Steve says as he pushes back his chair.
Bucky’s mom beams at him.
“You’re very welcome, Steve.” She looks at her other children pointedly.
“Thanks, mom,” they chorus in unison.
Bucky and Steve go back into Bucky’s room and sit back in the same places. Another indeterminate amount of time passes when his mom knocks on his door again.
“Bucky!”
“Yeah?” Bucky doesn’t turn around.
“Come here!”
Bucky huffs, pauses the game and drags himself up off the floor to go and open the door, wondering why she can’t just come in there. It’s not like it’s a mess or they’re likely to be looking at porno mags or something.
He opens the door.
“Steve’s mom is having to work a double shift,” she whispers, like there’s anyway Steve can’t hear her. “So he’ll have to stay over, okay?”
“Yeah,” Bucky shrugs. Steve stays over all the time.
“Stevie, honey, your mom called,” his mom says louder, “she’s got to work a double shift, so you’ll be saying over tonight, okay?”
“Okay, thanks, Mrs. Barnes.”
“That’s okay, sweetie, I told you, call me Wini. Well, come on,” Bucky’s mom says to Bucky, “get the bed ready, it’s nearly 9!”
“Oh, sure,” Bucky says, going to get the cushions from under his bed that make up Steve’s bed when he stays over.
“I can do it,” Steve says, jumping up off the floor as well.
“No, darling, don’t you worry, you’re our guest,” Bucky’s mom says, then leaves them to it.
Steve helps him, and they lay out the cushions, comforter, and pillows for him. Bucky gets down the bag Steve has in his wardrobe of overnight clothes and toiletries they keep here for him ‘just in case’.
They brush their teeth one after the other. While Steve’s in the bathroom, Bucky peers over at the drawing Steve’s left on the floor next to his school bag and his charcoal. It’s definitely a house.
They get into their beds silently.
“You good?” Bucky asks.
“Yeah,” Steve says.
Bucky turns off the light.
*
Bucky and Steve walk behind the gaggle that is his sisters and their friends on their way to school. The farther they walk, the more girls they seem to accumulate, and the more longing looks Bucky gets shot by his sisters’ Omega friends.
Bucky drops back even further and Steve stays with him. Bucky doesn’t mind it. Steve may be younger and a bit of a nerd at school, but Bucky never really cares if he walks with him to school. They go their separate ways at the school gates, though.
‘Barnes!’ One of Bucky’s friends yells at the top of his voice to get Bucky’s attention and Bucky nods to Steve before leaving to meet his friend.
*
“Why is that weirdo Rogers always round at your house?” Tom asks as they’re getting changed for gym.
Bucky shrugs.
“His mom and my mom are friends. She babysits, I guess.”
“Dude, he’s 17,” Luke says.
Bucky shrugs.
“I dunno. He’s alright, anyway, he’s just a bit...” Bucky shrugs.
“Weird?” Tom laughs.
“Yeah, I guess,” Bucky says, “he’s harmless.”
“Not even presented yet,” Luke says.
“I bet he’s gonna be a beta or Omega,” Tom replies.
“Unless he suddenly beefs out and presents as an Alpha and kicks your ass,” Luke says.
“Why do you care anyway, you planning on fucking him or what?” Bucky says, which gets enough jeering and laughter for them to drop the subject.
It baffles Bucky why they even care about Steve. He’s just a kid in the year below them. Unless one of them did actually want to fuck him. They were all Alphas after all, but Bucky hadn’t really felt it hit him yet. Sure, he got hard a lot and jerked off, and he’d got a knot a few times but... He didn’t seem to go crazy for Omegas the way Luke and Tom did sometimes.
He hoped maybe it could stay that way. Sometimes it was like it was turning his best friends into rabid dogs, the way they were salivating over the Omegas in their year.
Bucky thought life was a lot easier with his Megadrive.
*
Bucky’s walking home from school a couple of days later when he sees Steve headed the same way.
“Hey, you coming back to ours?” Bucky asks.
“Yeah,” Steve says. “My mom paged me. She’s working tonight, too.”
“Okay,” Bucky nods, and they start walking back to Bucky’s house in silence. “Your mom okay?” Bucky thinks to ask eventually.
Steve shrugs.
“I guess so. Just low on money this month, I guess.” Steve keeps his eyes on the pavement as he says it, and Bucky nods.
“Oh.”
“I’m sorry, that I’m always in your room and –” Steve starts.
“It’s fine, I don’t care. You’re quieter than my sisters.”
Steve laughs at that, at least.
“Yeah, guess I am.”
They get back home and dinner is already ready this time. They sit down and eat their food in silence, with the Barnes family chaos going on around them, before they go back to Bucky’s room.
“You wanna play?” Bucky asks as he picks up the Megadrive controller.
“Sure. I suck, though,” Steve says.
“That’s okay, you can be Tails,” Bucky says.
“Okay.”
Steve, true to his word, does absolutely suck, but Bucky doesn’t mind that much.
“Boys! Bedtime!” Bucky’s mom calls.
Bucky blinks at the dark outside.
“Oh, okay,” he calls back, getting up and closing the curtains.
They set up and get into bed on automatic pilot.
“You good?” Bucky asks Steve.
“I’m actually a little warm, do you mind if we open a window?” Steve asks.
Bucky frowns, Steve’s always freezing.
“Sure.” Bucky cracks the window open.
“Thanks.”
“Night, Steve.”
“Night, Bucky.”
*
Bucky wakes up with a jolt, achingly hard, grinding his dick into the sheets and the scent of, oh, fuck, he doesn’t know, but it’s the best thing he’s ever smelled in his life. He cringes, god knows he can’t do this with Steve here. Eurgh. Why does this have to happen now when he can’t jack off? It’s never been this bad before. What’s usually an itch under his skin is a burn, he feels like he can’t breathe, can’t do anything but rut his hips down into the mattress. He lets out a whimpered moan into the pillows.
He needs. He needs whatever the hell is creating that scent but Bucky can’t think straight, that doesn’t even make any sense, but his body is telling him that he needs that scent, more, right now. He sits up in bed, trying to clear his head, and the cool air from them leaving the window open last night hits his bare arms. He’s only wearing a sleeveless undershirt and shorts, but he’s soaked in sweat and he can feel his dick pushing hard against the confines of the cotton shorts. Fuck.
He runs a hand across his sweaty face and tries to get ahold of himself. He takes the glass of water off the side table and gulps it down and that, that’s when his head snaps around, his body locating the exact source of the scent.
It’s Steve. Omega his brain supplies. Oh. Oh, fuck. Steve’s an Omega. Steve’s presenting and Bucky can’t control himself. He feels his body moving, like it belongs to someone else, moving down onto the floor because he needs more of that scent. He can’t do this, he can’t, it’s little Stevie Rogers and, fuck, does he smell good.
He manages not to wake Steve at first because he just… he just needs to scent him. That’s all. He just wants to press his face into the back of Steve’s neck, take a good inhale, and maybe that’ll settle him down. Maybe then he can quietly jerk off in his bed. He leans down as close as he dares, running his nose down Steve’s throat, across the glands that are starting to raise on the back of Steve’s neck.
That’s when Bucky’s brain decides to shut down. It’ll be the only way he can think of it later, all higher thinking disappears and the only thing he knows is that he needs this Omega.
Steve’s already thrown off his blankets in his sleep and, as Bucky runs his hand down the Omega’s back, his skin is burning hot through the cotton.
“Wh… what? Buck?” Steve mumbles sleepily, opening his eyes and blinking at Bucky.
The streetlight outside lets muted light through the curtains, letting him see Steve, the confused look on his face, his wide eyes, the beautiful lines of his body that Bucky’s looked at but never really seen before.
“What? I… it’s so hot in here,” Steve says.
“It’s not, it’s you,” Bucky manages to tell him through the fog that is his brain.
“What?” Steve asks, sounding more awake.
“I… think you’re an Omega, Steve,” Bucky says, as his hands slide under Steve’s pajama top.
“What? What are you doing?” Steve sounds so confused. Bucky’s going to hell.
“Shh, you gotta be quiet,” Bucky says in Steve’s ear as he rucks Steve’s top up around his arm pits, climbing on top of him and leaning down again to take a good deep breath of Steve’s neck. He moans in Steve’s ear. “Fuck, oh my god, you smell so fucking good, Steve, I’m sorry, I can’t…”
Steve takes a sharp inhale of breath, probably realizing what’s happening here.
“Please, fuck, I need,” Bucky whimpers in his ear, “I’m so sorry.”
Steve doesn’t struggle, probably realizing it’s pointless against an Alpha twice his size, as Bucky starts yanking down his pants.
“Oh, god,” Steve gasps.
“I’m… sorry…” Bucky says, his need choking the words from him, and then the scent in between Steve’s legs hits him and Bucky’s ears are ringing.
His face is in between Steve’s legs before he knows what’s happening. He breathes in again and, holy fuck. He lets out a wounded noise, tongue swiping out at the slick that’s coating Steve’s ass, his thighs.
Bucky hears a muffled shriek and looks up to see Steve with his face shoved into the pillows.
“Shh, you gotta be quiet,” Bucky says before pushing his face back in between Steve’s thighs. He’s disgusted at himself, but he can’t stop it as he licks and slurps at the Omega’s perfect, twitching hole. It’s so good, so good. Steve’s whimpering into the pillows and Bucky feels bad, but he just can’t stop.
He pushes his tongue inside and Steve’s whole body shakes, his tiny body pushing down and away from Bucky, into the floor.
“Keep still,” he huffs, before he recognizes the movement as exactly the same one he was making earlier, grinding his dick into the mattress. Oh.
Bucky reaches for Steve’s prick. It’s hard and leaking and Bucky’s brain spins. He wraps his hand around it, easily engulfing it in his hand, and Steve whimpers into the pillow. God, Bucky is going to hell. He jerks Steve’s prick at the same time he’s licking and sucking at his hole and Steve’s shaking in his grip. He should stop, he can’t do this to little Stevie Rogers, but Steve shudders, and Bucky’s hand is wet, his face is wet, and he realizes Steve’s coming into his hand.
He pushes two fingers of his other hand into Steve and Steve thrashes underneath him.
Bucky groans, wiping his other hand on the sheets and then holding Steve down on the floor.
“Stevie, just, just keep still, please, I just gotta, and then… fuck… oh, my god… ”
Steve shakes as Bucky fingers him open, slick spilling from him as he does. God, he’s so fucking wet, Bucky’s fingers squelch as they move in and out. His body tells him the Omega is ready. Bucky coats his dick in Steve’s slick and holds him down by his hips.
Steve struggles and Bucky leans over him.
“Stevie,” his voice comes out like a sob. “Please. Just... keep still, it’ll be over quicker and I… ”
Steve shoves back against him and Bucky rolls his eyes, about to shove him right back down, before he realizes the position Steve’s trying to get into.
“Oh, oh, fuck, right, yeah… you’re right.” Bucky backs off, letting Steve do what his Omega brain is telling him to do and present for his Alpha.
God. This is so fucked. Bucky hates himself. But he can’t stop.
He positions himself behind Steve, running the tip of his dick over Steve’s hole and the Omega whimpers into the pillow. He knows he’s gonna hurt Steve, he’s bigger than all the other Alphas in his year. He runs his hand up and down Steve’s side.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Bucky says, fully aware that this is not okay.
He pushes it in an inch and nearly falls down on top of Steve at the sensation.
He gasps, leaning down over Steve, dipping his face in his neck as he starts to push in further.
Steve makes a noise that is barely muffled by the pillows so Bucky clamps a hand on his mouth.
“I’m sorry, god, fuck, I, Stevie, you just feel so good,” Bucky whimpers in his ear.
He moves his mouth over Steve’s neck glands, breathing in deep, flicking out his tongue, and, fuck, Steve tastes really good there. He kisses and sucks at Steve’s neck and Steve squeals against his hand.
“Shh, shh, I’m sorry,” he mutters, “I’ll be quick, I promise, I just need, god, I’m sorry.”
He pushes further and his dick slides with surprising ease inside Steve and Steve groans, tipping his head back, his eyelashes fluttering.
Fuck. Steve’s beautiful. Steve feels fucking incredible as Bucky pushes his dick the final inch inside him.
“Oh, holy fuck,” Bucky gasps in his ear. “Stevie, fuck, you feel amazing, oh, my god.”
Steve tries to say something against his hands but Bucky shushes him.
“God, I know, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Stevie, I just gotta… mmm, baby,” he sighs. It sounds so weird. He could never imagine himself calling anyone baby, it sounded so corny. And yet. “Baby, I gotta move, okay?”
Steve nods. Probably doesn’t know what the hell he’s agreeing to. Bucky pulls back slowly, pushes back in, and nearly sobs in Steve’s ear at how good it feels.
“Oh, god, I...” Bucky says in Steve’s ear then does it again, again and again until Bucky’s losing his mind, lost to the pleasure of Steve’s slick heat, his beautiful body. He runs his free hand all over Steve’s body, moaning in his ear, telling him he’s beautiful, the most beautiful Omega he’s ever seen as he fucks him til he’s so loose Bucky can slide in and out with ease, til the squelching sounds become as obscene as Steve’s choked off cries.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect, I’m gonna come inside your perfect ass, Stevie, spill all inside you, fill that ass up, baby. I’m gonna knot you so fucking good, baby.” Bucky knows it’s his voice, but it doesn’t sound like him talking.
Steve groans against his hand. Bucky’s probably scaring him to death.
“Sorry, fuck, I’m sorry,” Bucky stutters in Steve’s ear, “I gotta, I just gotta get my knot inside you, baby.”
Steve whimpers, spreads his legs, probably bracing himself for it. Bucky gives up trying to hold back, fucking Steve hard and fast, holding onto him for dear life, and then his knot goes and Bucky loses what little grip he had on the situation.
He grunts, taking his hand off Steve’s face for a second to put both hands on Steve’s ass cheeks, holding them open as he pushes his knot against Steve’s hole.
“Oh, my God. Bucky,” Steve gasps, “fuck, Bucky, that’s big.”
“It’s not too much, is it? Are you okay?” Bucky asks quickly, “God, I’m sorry, I just need...”
Steve whimpers, pushing his face back in the pillow.
“It’s okay, go on, want it, please,” Steve pants.
Bucky pushes, hard, needing his knot inside the Omega more than he needs to breathe. He gasps as Steve’s ass starts to give and the knot starts pushing inside.
“Oh, oh, oh, holy fuck, yes, yes, Steve, Stevie, oh, my fuck, yes!” Bucky sees stars when Steve’s ass closes around his knot, pulling it deep inside and squeezing and –
Bucky falls down on top of Steve.
“Oh… oh, god...” he sobs into Steve’s hair. “Stevie, that’s the best fucking thing I ever felt. Stevie...” Bucky yanks Steve's head up from the pillow, terrified he’s hurt him with his knot, especially when he doesn’t reply.
The Omega’s got tears running down his cheeks but his mouth is open in pleasure, his cheeks pink, eyes glazed over.
“Stevie?”
“It's so big. It’s right on my...I think...”
“Right on your what? Oh! So, I should…?”
Bucky tentatively rolls his hips, pushing down where he thinks Steve’s sweet spot should be. Steve’s eyes open wide.
“Oh!”
“Yeah? Fuck, Stevie, look at you. God, you feel so good, I’m so close. I know this is awful but I wanna make you come again, please, if you think you can?”
He doesn’t know why he needs so desperately to make the Omega come again, but it’s as urgent as any other desire he’s felt so far tonight.
“Uhuh,” Steve says dopily and Bucky grins wide in anticipation. It’s crazy, the urge to watch Steve come again, to satisfy his Omega, is almost as huge as the urge to come in his pretty ass.
He keeps rolling his hips and kisses Steve's neck and starts sucking on his glands again.
“Oh, oh! Bucky!”
“Taste so good, scent so good, Steve, feel so good around my knot, god!”
“Buck,” Steve gasps, “Buck, I think I’m gonna...”
“Yeah, please, baby, come around my knot and I’ll come inside you.”
Bucky has to clamp his hand over Steve’s mouth again as he yells out as he comes, shaking in Bucky’s arms.
His ass clamps down hard on Bucky’s knot and Bucky’s done for, moaning and coming hard inside Steve’s ass. He sucks at Steve’s neck desperately, and Steve mewls against his hand, the sweetest little noise, and, god.
Bucky knows he’s only just come, knot still blown inside Steve, but he wants to do it all over again.
He finally gets some clarity as he calms down and horror descends on him. Oh. Fuck.
“Fuck, Stevie, are you okay?”
The Omega nods, he looks completely spaced out.
“God, fuck, I’m so sorry, I...” Bucky says.
“‘m tired, Alpha.”
“Oh, uh.” Fuck. Bucky needs to look after Steve. Right. Omega in heat. He has been taught about this, of course he has, he just… wasn’t paying attention and has forgotten it all. “Okay, Stevie, um, you need to drink some water, um, fuck, we’re kind of attached, aren’t we?”
“Uhuh,” Steve agrees dopily.
“Okay, well, hang on.”
“Where am I gonna go?” Steve asks, then laughs, resting his head down on the pillow.
God, it’s like Steve’s drunk. No wonder they always said Omegas were so vulnerable in their heats and Bucky… Bucky had done the worst thing imaginable. He quickly cleans them both up as best he can with a pillowcase, then lifts Steve up with him onto his bed. He puts the pillowcase in between their legs for when Bucky’s knot goes down. He makes Steve drink some water.
Then he curls himself around Steve. Holding him tight. It’s the least Bucky could do after what he’d just done.
Steve hums happily.
“Thank you, Bucky.”
Bucky feels like a fucking monster.
“Buck...could you...”
“Anything.”
“Can you kiss the back of my neck again? Was so nice.”
“Oh, okay, Stevie.” Bucky kisses Steve’s neck, kisses and nibbles and Steve shudders.
“Mmm, yeah, fuck,” Steve sighs, Bucky realizes Steve’s rocking his hips again, grinding himself against Steve’s knot and, oh. Oh, god. Steve needs to come again. Poor kid.
“You… uh… want me to touch your dick?”
“Mmm, yeah, yeah, Buck, fuck your hands are so big, oh! Ngh!” Steve works himself back and forth between Bucky’s hand and his knot until he comes, biting down on his fist and it might be the sexiest thing Bucky’s ever seen.
“’m tired, Alpha,” Steve says again.
“Okay, Stevie, well… go to sleep, then, “ Bucky says awkwardly.
“Okay,” Steve says, closing his eyes and passing out.
Bucky blinks. Fuck. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to. He tries to ignore the buzzing content feeling threatening to make him feel good. God knows he doesn’t deserve it after what just happened. He still keeps his arms wrapped around Steve, because Steve deserves to feel good, the poor thing. His first god damn heat and he gets taken advantage of by his… friend? Bucky wasn’t sure if they were friends, but Steve sure felt like family. God, that was even fucking worse.
Bucky nuzzles his face into Steve’s neck. It calms him down, soothes him. He’ll make this up to Steve. God knows how, but he’s gonna apologize and maybe… buy Steve something? Steve likes art, right? He could buy him some… art? Art supplies? Bucky has no idea. He’d buy him something. He’s ridiculous, like buying someone something could make up for basically raping them. No. Raping them. There is no sugar coating what he’s done, even when the Omega in his arms starts purring happily, shuffling back against Bucky. Bucky holds him tighter. Poor baby.
*
Bucky wakes to Steve pawing at him, it takes him a second to realize what’s going on. The early morning light is coming in around the curtains and Bucky’s alarm clock tells him it’s 0530am.
“Uh? Stevie?” he wakes up and realizes Steve is trying to push him on his back so he can get on top of him.
Bucky lets him, half asleep and confused and – holy fuck, Bucky’s dick is apparently hard and Steve is on top of him and pushing himself down on it.
“Stevie!” Bucky hisses.
“Yesss,” Steve moans in his ear. “God, fuck.”
Bucky has to promptly shove his fist in his mouth because, apparently, Steve is not planning on wasting time. Steve gets fully seated, shuffles around a bit, then starts to ride Bucky’s dick in earnest. Bucky feels powerless to do anything but lie there and let it happen, let the pleasure wash over him, and stare up at Steve. God, he should stop him, kid probably doesn’t even know who he is, what he’s doing, just desperate for an Alpha dick.
“Fuck, Buck,” Steve whimpers, “so good, so good.”
Poor baby, he’s probably gonna be so mortified when he comes around from this. Bucky strokes his hands up Steve’s sides. God, Steve is so beautiful with his head tilted back, his chest heaving from the effort as he rides Bucky’s dick. How did Bucky never see it before? He crams his fist further in his mouth to stop himself telling Steve that he’s the most gorgeous creature he’s ever seen.
“God, fuck, so good, Bucky, oh, oh!”
“Steve, shh!”
Bucky’s eyes dart to the door.
“Sorry!” Steve says, biting his lip.
Bucky groans.
“God, you look so hot when you do that, fuck, Stevie, you’re so gorgeous.”
Shit.
Steve looks at him in surprise.
“Sorry,” Bucky says quickly, “fuck, guess I’m the one that needs to shut up, oh!” he gasps as Steve flicks his hips.
Steve gives him the smallest, little smile. He realizes then, as the Omega’s riding his dick like a pro, that he’s never seen Steve smile properly, not really.
“Oh, Buuuucky,” he groans, “can you, uh...” Steve blushes hard and looks at his dick.
“Oh, god, sure, Stevie.”
Bucky wraps his hand round it and starts jerking Steve off and Steve’s eyes roll back in his head.
“Bucky,” he moans quietly, “Bucky, fuck!”
Bucky shoves his other hand back in his mouth to stop himself from screaming as Steve comes and squeezes Bucky’s dick. Bucky’s knot pops and, fuck, Bucky’s never had two that close together before. It’s intense.
Steve pushes himself down but groans as he can’t get it inside him.
“Bucky, please! God!”
“Steve, are you sure…? I… ”
“Please!”
Bucky groans, pulling Steve down onto his knot. They both moan as it pushes inside and Bucky can’t help himself, he grabs Steve’s hips, working him back and forth and bites his lips hard to stop whatever noise he was about to make from coming out.
“Sorry, Stevie, god, sorry, I just gotta, ah, fuck!” Bucky shudders as he comes, long and hard inside Steve, his eyes roll back into his head.
“Oh, god.” Steve flops down on top of Bucky and Bucky has the suddenly uncontrollable urge to kiss him. Their lips are together before he can stop himself and Steve gasps.
Bucky imagines it’s Steve’s first kiss. It’s Bucky’s too, but Steve’s eyes are wide and waiting like he’s expecting Bucky to know what he’s doing. Bucky tries his best, pushing his lips against Steve’s, but, god damn it, it’s impossible to concentrate on anything but Steve’s insane heat that’s engulfing his knot and he whimpers against Steve’s lips. What the fuck? Alphas weren’t supposed to whimper. He feels helpless to do anything else though, whimpering as he desperately tries to kiss Steve back. They’re messy kisses, without any kind of coordination. Their teeth keep clashing, Bucky’s sure he accidentally bites Steve’s tongue at some point, but it seems to satisfy Steve who seems determined to kiss him, whether he’s terrible at it or not.
“So good, Buck,” Steve moans in his ear as he finally ceases his assault on Bucky’s mouth.
“God, Stevie,” Bucky sighs back, grabbing onto the back of Steve’s head, running his fingertips through his short hair. “You feel incredible.”
“Your knot feels incredible,” Steve replies and Bucky laughs.
“Yeah?” He’s forgetting, now that Steve’s on top, that they shouldn’t be doing this and that he’s a terrible person for forcing this on Steve.
“Yeah,” Steve groans.
Bucky’s body seems to remember that it’s not even 6am and that he’s exhausted.
“Can I sleep on you?” Steve asks.
“Sure,” Bucky yawns.
God, Steve feels so nice on top of him, such a perfect weight. Steve nestles his head into Bucky’s shoulder, brushing his glands. Bucky kisses the side of Steve’s head sleepily, forgetting how they ended up here and how he’s going to hell.
“You know, I always wanted to be an Alpha,” Steve mutters in his ear when Bucky’s already halfway to sleep.
“Oh…’m sorry…” Bucky mumbles back sleepily.
“It’s okay,” Steve says back. “Think I kind of like being an Omega.”
He’s soon breathing heavily in Bucky’s ear and Bucky falls back asleep.
*
“Bucky!” his mom calls and reality wakes Bucky up with a sudden horrifying realization.
His eyes snap open and meet Steve’s, who’s staring back with an equally horrified expression. They’re naked, in bed, together, Steve still on top of Bucky, their sheets are everywhere, clearly soiled, and Bucky can thank the open window that it only smells mildly of sex and sweat.
“Yeah?” Bucky calls back, unable to move, frozen in horror at his mom walking in here and finding them like this. If she found out what he’d done to Steve… she'd never forgive him. She’d probably throw him out.
“I’m taking your sisters out shopping, we’ll be back later! I made muffins, they’re out on the counter in the kitchen. Sarah said she’ll be home at 4 tonight, so walk Stevie home for then, okay?”
“Okay,” Bucky calls back, wondering if he’s really going to get away with this. He shouldn’t get away with this. He doesn’t want to. But.
“Bye!” she calls.
“Bye!” they both call back.
The door slams.
“Fuck,” Bucky says, looking away from Steve.
“God, sorry,” Steve seems to realize he’s on top of Bucky and that he can do something about that and scuttles back off him.
“Hey, it’s okay, don’t apologize, fuck, I should apologize…” Bucky groans, he can’t even look at Steve.
“No, I… uh!” Steve gasps, doubling over.
“Stevie? Stevie, what’s wrong?” Bucky sits up, cringing at how… sticky and crusty he is and scrambles across the bed to where Steve’s hunched over himself.
“I dunno, I feel weird, my stomach feels funny.”
“You… think you’re still in heat?”
Steve cringes.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Bucky groans, “um, you want a bath?” he says hopelessly.
He realizes then that he knows absolutely jack shit about Omegas. Whenever his mother got a heat they all got shipped off to her sisters. They’d whisper about heats and Bucky had willingly closed his ears about it. Cos. Ew. No one wants to think about their mom in heat, for god sake. He realizes he’s also mentally blocked out everything they taught them in sex ed, except the fact that Steve might be fucking pregnant now.
He looks at Steve in horror.
“Oh, my god. Stevie. We need to get you to a pharmacy. We need to get you the morning after pill. I was such an idiot, oh, my god, fuck, I, fuck, fuck.” Bucky can’t think. His train of thought has dissolved into the world ‘fuck’. Nothing more.
“Ow!” Steve groans, doubling over. “It was hurting like this last night, before…”
“Oh, why didn’t you wake me up?”
Steve shrugs. Bucky realizes too that this is probably the most they’ve ever spoken to each other. Of course Steve didn’t wake him up.
“Okay, um, well, we need to go get cleaned up, let's go do that, huh? And there'll be some painkillers in the bathroom.”
He all but carries Steve to the family bathroom and turns on the shower. He puts Steve under it when he starts to shiver, gets him a glass of water and passes him two of the tablets his mom always gives him. Steve passes him one back.
“My mom says I should only take one cos I’m… underweight.” Steve says and looks at his feet.
Bucky’s heart breaks and he has no idea why. He follows Steve into the shower. This is his mess. He needs to clean it up. He needs to fix it.
He helps Steve wash himself because he keeps doubling over in pain. He quickly washes himself, then wraps his arms around Steve, because he has no idea what to do next, and that’s what his dumb Alpha brain tells him to do.
“Oh,” Steve says in surprise.
“Sorry, do you want me to get off?” God Bucky’s an idiot, Steve probably doesn’t even want him anywhere near him after last night and –
Then. Then there’s that scent again.
“Oh, holy fuck,” Bucky says, nearly staggering with the effect it has on his senses.
“Sorry!”
“It’s not your fault, it’s mine, my stupid Alpha brain. I’m such a fucking idiot, I’m so sorry, Steve, for what I did last night, I’m a pig, I’m…”
“Bucky.” Steve interrupts and Bucky realizes he’s not heard a word he’s said.
“Yeah?’
“I need...” he looks up at Bucky with pleading eyes and something deep inside Bucky tells him to give Steve anything. Anything he asks for. Tear out your heart and give it to him.
What the fuck?
“What? What do you need, Stevie, I’ll get it. You want some more water? I could get you some ibuprofen or –”
Steve is surprisingly strong when he wants to be Bucky realizes as he’s pushed up against the shower wall and kissed hard. Steve’s hand is around Bucky’s rapidly fattening dick before Bucky can stop him and Bucky groans.
“Oh!”
No one’s ever touched Bucky’s dick before and Steve’s hands are surprisingly large and –
“Oh, god, Steve, I, we shouldn’t, Stevie.”
“Bucky, please! I need it, I... I feel like I’m gonna fucking die if you don’t fuck me.”
Bucky mouths wordlessly and Steve’s wrapping his arms around Bucky’s neck, scrambling at Bucky’s legs with his feet.
“Pick me up!”
“What? I...” Bucky does anyway, because he feels bad about before and he wants Steve to feel better and...“Oh, fuck! Steve!” Bucky yelps as Steve wraps his legs around Bucky's waist, maneuvers himself, and the head of Bucky's dick pops inside. “Oh!’
“Bucky, please!” Steve moans.
Bucky’s Alpha brain overrules him and he takes Steve’s hips and pulls him down onto his dick. They both moan loud, and Bucky guesses they can since everyone’s out, and he starts lifting Steve up and down on his dick.
Steve’s face is pure ecstasy, mouth open and eyelids flickering. Bucky kisses him, still bouncing Steve on his dick and groaning into his mouth. Steve feels fucking incredible. Steve is so beautiful. Bucky feels his higher brain function drift off again.
“Fuck, Stevie, you are so beautiful.”
Steve blinks at him, eyes wide, and Bucky’s not sure he’s even heard him. Which. Is probably for the best.
“Mmm, harder,” Steve whines.
Bucky wonders if Omegas in heat are always this demanding. He really should have paid attention in that class. He turns them, pushing Steve back against the shower wall, and tries experimentally fucking him like that, pulling his legs up a little.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, oh, don’t, don’t stop, Bucky, oh, god!”
Bucky groans, panting as he tries to keep the rhythm Steve apparently likes so much. Not that it doesn’t feel incredible. He’s terrified he’s gonna come any second and he feels every bit the inexperienced, virgin Alpha he is.
God. Steve deserves so much better than a clumsy teen to be his first time.
“Oh, fuck, Bucky, mmm, fuck, I think I’m gonna… vah!”
Bucky’s legs nearly give out as Steve clamps down on his dick, he puts one hand on the shower wall to steady himself.
“Bucky, Bucky, knot me!”
Bucky doesn’t know at what point Steve took control of Bucky’s body but his knot pops instantly and Bucky gasps, pushing it inside Steve. He has to. His Omega wants, and Bucky gives, and, holy fuck, that is the best feeling in the entire universe.
“Ah, god, Stevie!” Bucky yells.
“Yeah, fuck, yeah, oh!” Steve shouts, then sighs happily, resting his head on Bucky’s shoulder.
“You okay?” Bucky pants, panicking that he’s hurt Steve fucking him like that when he said he had a tummy ache.
“Mmhmm, doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“Oh, good.”
“Mmm,” Steve agrees, almost going floppy against Bucky.
“Hey, uh… let’s get you dried off huh?”
“Okay,” Steve agrees and Bucky carries him out of the shower.
Bucky has no idea what he’s doing but he wraps Steve in a big fluffy towel and carries him back to his bedroom, trying to work out how best to maneuver with Steve still on his knot. In the end he lies down on Bucky’s bed, holding Steve close, and strokes Steve’s hair until his knot goes down and he can clean Steve up properly. Steve seems a little dopey still as Bucky gives him some clean clothes to wear, but manages to put them on. Bucky has no idea if that’s normal or not. Fuck. They need to tell an adult about this.
They’re gonna find out anyway. Steve will scent like an Omega, even when his heat finishes, and Omegas always presented by going into a heat. Bucky just needs to remove all the evidence of them having sex and then it’d be fine. He’d let Sarah know, his mom know. Everything would be fine. Until he died and went to hell.
He takes Steve to the kitchen and convinces him to eat some of his mom’s blueberry muffins.
Steve picks up his chair and moves it closer to Bucky’s as they sit at the table eating.
Bucky doesn’t say anything and when Steve rests his head on Bucky’s shoulder, he puts his arms around Steve and lets him cuddle up to him. There’s no harm in cuddling, and Steve seems like he needs affection.
Steve gulps down a glass of milk and then yawns.
“I’m tired.”
“You wanna go lie in my bed? I can put the fresh sheets on. I need to do that anyway.”
“I want to cuddle.”
“Oh.” Bucky blinks. “Well, you wanna cuddle on the sofa?”
“Yeah.”
They get up and Steve stays extremely close to Bucky the whole time they’re walking to the sofa. The second Bucky sits down, Steve crawls into his lap. It should be funny, really, that Steve, who is super shy and quiet, is now being more forward with him than any other Omega that’s ever shown an interest in Bucky.
Steve wraps himself around him before Bucky’s even reached for the remote.
“You wanna watch X-Men?”
“Sure.” Steve tucks his head to Bucky’s neck, breathes him in deep, and promptly falls asleep.
Bucky sits staring at the tv, taking in none of what he’s watching. Steve smells so good. Not in a way that’s arousing this time, but in another weird way that’s just... really nice. He finds himself stroking Steve’s hair and Steve hums happily in his sleep.
Bucky starts feeling weird shit then, like how he needs to keep Steve safe, protect him, but maybe also... buy him something? Oh, but he was going to do that anyway. That was it. He was going to buy something for Steve to make it up to him. Like anything ever could, but...
He knows what he really needs to do is to go and get the morning after pill for Steve. Fuck. Poor Stevie. He can’t get pregnant at 17. No way.
Steve thankfully shuffles off him eventually to lie face down on the sofa, and Bucky manages to extract himself from between Steve’s legs. Bucky fetches him a blanket and puts it over him, then quietly walks back into his bedroom. First he’s gonna sort the sheets, then he can sort the pills. He can fix this.
He strips both the beds and grabs both their pajamas and throws them in the laundry. Saturday is washing day anyway so he starts the wash. No one will know. He puts away Steve’s bed, then puts fresh sheets back on his own bed, then looks around and breathes a deep breath out.
Okay. Better. Now. Pills.
The nearest pharmacy is just down the street, but, god, he can’t go there, they know him. And his mother. Fuck.
He thinks maybe he can chance it if he goes to the one a couple of blocks down. He pulls on his jeans, a maroon henley, a big jacket, and a baseball cap, pulling it as far down over his face as possible.
He stares at himself in the mirror. He still looks completely recognizable. He sighs. He has no better ideas. He checks to make sure Steve’s still asleep, scrawls him a note, grabs his keys, and dashes off down the street.
Bucky’s ready to die of embarrassment already as he makes it to the front of the queue, but he has to do this. He has to do this for Steve. It’s his fault, after all.
“Hi, uh, my friend asked me to come and get the morning after pill for him,” Bucky says so quickly the pharmacist has to ask him to repeat himself.
When he does, the pharmacist doesn’t look at all surprised or embarrassed like Bucky feels.
“Okay, when did they have unprotected sex?”
Bucky wants to die.
“Uh, last night. And this morning.”
“How old are they?”
“17.”
“Are they usually on contraception?”
“No.”
“Any medical history or allergies?”
“He has asthma. That’s all.”
She nods.
“Okay, here you go, but please tell your friend they need to ensure they’re on regular conception so this can be avoided in future, and we always recommend STD testing after unprotected sex. Would you like to buy some condoms?”
Bucky blushes so red he thinks his face might light on fire.
“Uh. Sure?”
“Okay, here we go then, that’s 20 dollars. They need to take both pills as soon as possible.”
Bucky grimaces but hands it over.
“Thank you.”
He runs out of the pharmacy so fast he nearly trips over his own feet. He hides the pharmacy bag in his coat, like someone might somehow see it and know its contents immediately, know what he’s done.
He gets back quickly, and finds Steve looking up from the sofa sleepily.
“Buck?”
“Hey, Stevie.”
“Where’d ya go?”
“I went to the pharmacy, to get you the morning after pill, after, cos, you know...” Bucky’s already so red.
“Oh. Oh, god, yeah.” Steve nods, as if the thought’s only just occurred to him.
“She said to take both tablets right away,” Bucky says quickly, handing over the tablets.
Steve takes them both with a glass of water and a large part of Bucky relaxes. Except the part concerned with his morality.
“Are you okay?”
“I think so,” Steve says.
He seems to be coming around a bit. Bucky waits for him to start yelling at him but instead Steve reaches for him. Bucky gives him his hand and Steve pulls him down on the sofa next to him.
“I think we should call your mom,” Bucky says.
Steve’s eyes widen.
“Why?!”
“Well… cos you’ve presented as an Omega! I should have called her right away, really, but…” Bucky grimaces and looks down at his lap.
“She’ll be on shift, though, she won’t be able to answer.”
“But… this is a big deal, though, right? Shouldn’t we tell her?”
“She’s so busy at work, I don’t wanna bother her there.” Steve shakes his head.
“Oh… well… I guess you can tell her when you get back, but I… feel like I should tell my mom, though. I don’t know if there’s anything else we should do.”
Steve frowns.
“Like what?”
“I… I dunno, I don’t.” Bucky groans. “I’m sorry. I have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing.”
Steve smiles sideways at him, and Bucky realizes again how little he’s seen Steve smile before.
“Well, you made sure I wouldn’t get pregnant and you gave me a shower and some muffins. I think you’ve already done enough.”
Steve was probably righter than he realized.
“Okay. I guess I’ll just tell my mom when she gets back. So… um… you wanna just hang out and watch this, then?”
“Yeah, I’m sleepy, unless you wanna play Sonic?”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Bucky…” Steve says, a few minutes into watching TV.
“Yeah?”
“Could you… put your arm around me again, I still feel kind of…”
Bucky pulls Steve back into his lap. He does still seem a bit out of it, even if he is more lucid than he was before.
“I don’t even know how long Omega heats are supposed to last,” Bucky says.
“My mom told me they can last anything from a day to five days… I think she said that the first one’s kind of shorter, like a… mini heat?”
“Oh, right. I guess that makes sense. You still… smell like…”
Steve looks horrified.
“No, you don’t smell, I mean you do, but you smell good.” Bucky puts a hand over his face. “That’s why I… I couldn’t stop myself, I…” Bucky shakes his head.
Steve takes Bucky’s hand off his face and kisses him briefly on the lips.
“At least I’m not boiling hot anymore.”
They’re watching cartoons for about twenty minutes before Steve suddenly frowns and says:
“Shit. Wait. Am I going to have to go through that every fucking month? And it’s gonna be longer?”
“I don’t think my mom has them every month,” Bucky says, trying to be helpful.
Steve’s face is still scrunched up. Bucky pulls him back in for a hug.
That’s how they are when the door slams, announcing that Bucky’s mom and his sisters are home from shopping. Bucky panics momentarily that he’s late getting Stevie home, but then looks at the clock and sees they’re just home earlier than expected.
“Hi!” his mom calls.
“Hi, uh… um…” Bucky says. Steve’s looking at him, panicked.
They’re still in the hall. Steve panics and grabs the empty packet from the pills and the condoms and shoves them in his pants.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Bucky says. He’d forgotten they were even there. “Um, go wait in my room, I’ll talk to her,” Bucky whispers.
“Thank you,” Steve blushes and darts across the room and away down the hall to Bucky’s room.
Bucky gets up and quickly checks the room for evidence of any wrongdoing. He thinks they’re safe. He rushes to go and intercept his mother, dodging through his sisters and their various shopping bags.
“Mom, I need to talk to you,” he says, trying to convey the seriousness.
“Yes, just a second, honey.”
“No, like, now. It’s important,” Bucky whispers, “in private.”
She raises an eyebrow, but puts down her bags, and lets Bucky pull her into the kitchen and shut the door.
“It’s Stevie.”
“What? Is he sick?”
“Uh… no, I mean, kind of, but it’s…” Bucky blushes hard and closes his eyes. “I think he’s presented as an Omega. He’s in my room. I said we should call his mom, but he didn’t want to, so I gave him some painkillers and fed him and made sure he was okay but I didn’t know if I should do anything else and –”
“Honey, honey, slow down. It’s fine. This is exciting! A huge moment in his life, you don’t have to panic so much. It’s all completely natural, Bucky. I’m sure you did just fine. Now, be honest with me, Bucky, you’re an Alpha, and he’s an Omega now, did anything happen?”
He could do it. He could confess all of his sins. How he took advantage of an Omega a year younger than him who had no way to stop him, no way to overpower him.
“No!” He shakes his head.
She narrows her eyes at him.
“We… he…” Bucky cringes. “We cuddled a bit.”
Her face breaks into the grin he knew that it would, the one where she thinks Bucky is being ‘adorable’ for some reason.
“Aw, honey, that’s so sweet. Come on, let’s go check on him.”
“Why does it smell funny in here?” one of Bucky’s sisters asks.
His mother ignores her for now and goes with Bucky into Bucky’s room. Steve visibly cringes as they walk in. He’s sitting on Steve’s bed.
“I’m sorry,” Bucky blurts.
“Bucky!” His mom says and laughs. “Don’t be silly. Now, Steve, Bucky told me what happened.”
Steve looks at Bucky in horror and Bucky tries to convey somehow with his eyes that he didn’t actually tell her what happened.
“Now, I can see you’re embarrassed, honey, but this is a completely natural thing to happen to your body, and an exciting time in your life! I’m sure your mother is going to be thrilled.”
Bucky and Steve cringe in unison.
“She said she thought I was going to be an Omega.”
“Aw, a mother always knows! Now, how are you feeling now, sweetie?”
“I’m actually feeling a lot better, I think it’s… easing?” Steve says after struggling to find the right word.
“Oh, that’s good! Do you have any pain at all?”
“No, I think it’s gone, it...” he looks at Bucky then away guilty.
“It’s okay. Bucky told me you two had a little cuddle on the sofa. That can make it better sometimes, being around an Alpha. But we’ll have to be careful. Sometimes your urges can get out of control at your age, especially in your heat, and you can get carried away. So I’m afraid Steve will have to start sleeping in one of the girls' rooms...” Steve’s expression makes her pause. “Or maybe you could sleep in the living room.”
“Yes, please, I...” Steve cringes again. “I’m sorry I have to stay over so often, with my mom’s shifts and...”
Bucky feels instantly drawn to him and finds himself sitting on the bed next to Steve and putting his arm around him before he can stop himself. His mom looks like she’s trying very hard not to grin at them.
“Well, when it gets nearer to four, I’ll drive you back home instead,” Bucky’s mom says. “Can’t have you walking around outside in your heat, Alphas are quick to take advantage of that, you know, especially at your age! I’m sure your mom will give you this talk, but you can be very easily influenced by Alphas when you’re in your heat. You can think you’re interested and then – but. Sorry. Your mom will explain all this to you, dear. But you know you can always ask me, if you do have any questions and you don’t want to ask your mom. Okay?”
“Mom,” Bucky says, trying not to roll his eyes.
“Sorry, am I going on? I’ll leave you boys to it. Though, leave the door open a smidge, okay? And if you need anything, if you feel funny, you let me know.”
Bucky tries not to give her an incredulous look and nods instead and Steve agrees.
Bucky leaves the door open the tiniest crack.
“God, I am so sorry,” Bucky groans, coming to sit on the bed next to Steve. “She’s so embarrassing.”
“It’s okay, she’s just trying to be nice.”
“I’m sorry you gotta sleep out in the living room, too, that sucks. I guess it might be better, but... I’m going to college soon. You can have my room then.”
“You’re going to LA, right?”
Bucky’s surprised that Steve’s been listening enough at dinner to know that, but he supposes his mom does go on about it a lot. Mourning Bucky’s loss ahead of time like he’s about to die or something. She's been making him swear he’ll come back every holiday and write, and page, and call me, etc.
“Yeah, after the summer break. Well, after we go traveling anyway.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“You know... I don’t mind you being here, right? I got a lot of family, and you’re a lot less loud and less annoying than my sisters.”
Steve laughs.
“Wow, thanks.”
Bucky rolls his eyes. He gives up on talking, since it always comes out wrong.
“You wanna play Sonic?”
Steve smiles sideways at him.
“Sure.”
*
They drive Steve back home at 4pm. Bucky says he’ll come with, not wanting to inflict his mom on Steve on his own, but she seems to think this is absolutely adorable. Steve’s mom bursts into tears when they come upstairs to their apartment and Steve looks like he wants to disappear into thin air. Bucky keeps his eyes down, thinking he should have stayed in the car. Thankfully his mom seems to think the same and makes excuses for them to leave.
“Mom,” Bucky says as soon as they’re alone in the car.
“Yes, honey?”
“Can I ask you some questions?” Bucky knows this is beyond cringe worthy, but he needs the answers, and like hell is he going to ask them in front of his sisters. Or ask one of them.
“Of course you can,” she says, starting up the car.
“How often do Omegas get their heats?”
“Well, it can vary from Omega to Omega, I get mine every other month, but some people get them every month, some people every six weeks, you have to figure out your own cycle.”
Bucky fights through his stomach-churning embarrassment and powers on.
“Steve…” He cringes. “Steve wanted to cuddle, is that normal?”
She smiles.
“Yes, honey, that’s perfectly normal. Omegas need a lot of care and attention in their heats, particularly from an Alpha, if that’s possible, though it doesn’t have to be from someone they’re with romantically, or sexually,” she says, as if guessing his next question.
Bucky nods.
“But they… they do get… they do want to…” Bucky puts his hand over his face.
“They do want to have sex more? Yes,” she laughs, “but again, all Omegas are different, not everyone gets all the same thing. Some Omegas don’t even want sex, they just want to curl up on the sofa with their Alpha.”
“Is there… is there anything else I should have done? That you’re supposed to do for them?”
She stops at a light and smiles at him, looking so proud it makes Bucky want to die.
“Well, you did the first thing he needed, which was to not take advantage of him in that vulnerable state. You heard what I said to Steve, they can think they want sex with Alphas in a heat, but afterwards they can regret it, or not find that Alpha attractive at all. Generally if it happens to any other Omega and you’re the only one around, you should try and find them another Omega to be safe with, and make sure they’re in a safe comfortable space, get them home if you can. But I think, honey, he was fine with you here, you took care of him, and made sure he was okay.”
“He said he was getting pain in his stomach.”
“Yes, that can happen sometimes, but you can take pain killers or use a hot water bottle.”
“There was something else he…” he cringes. “He smelled different, or, I guess, he scented differently?”
“Well, you know Omegas and Alphas scent differently, and it’s particularly strong during an Omega’s heat.”
“But mom…” Bucky sighs.
“Did he scent really good to you?” she says with a small smile.
“Yeah,” Bucky groans. “Like really good.”
“Well, that’s because biologically Omegas in heat are trying to attract an Alpha to be their mate, so Omegas in heat will scent really good to you. That’s normal. Also, some Omegas and Alphas are more compatible with others, so if you and Steve were compatible, and I’m not saying you are, but he would scent even better to you.”
Bucky’s quiet for a while.
“That’s weird, mom.”
She laughs.
“You’re right, it is, but unfortunately it’s the biology that we’re born with, honey.” She pulls up outside their house and turns off the car, but doesn’t get out right away. “Is there anything else you want to ask me?”
Bucky frowns.
“How long do they get them for?”
“It varies, usually the first heat is shorter, when they present, then they can last normally a few days, but some people get them for a week.”
“A week?!”
She laughs.
“Yes, if they’re really long, though, they can go to the doctor’s to get things to shorten them. Sometimes contraceptives help.”
“They usually put implants in Omegas when they present, don’t they?”
“Usually, yes. It’s sensible, but, you remember that even if they have an implant, you still need to use condoms, right?”
Bucky cringes so hard. It might be time to leave the car.
“Yeah. Okay. I. I’m done.”
She laughs.
“Okay, honey, you let me know if you have any more questions later. Wait a sec,” she says when Bucky goes to get out of the car.
Bucky stops and turns back towards her. She puts her hand on his shoulder.
“I’m really proud of you, Bucky.”
Bucky groans.
She laughs.
“Okay, let’s go back inside.”
Bucky gets out of the car so fast he nearly trips over his feet.
He gets back upstairs and goes straight into his room, which is great, except… his room still smells like Steve. Arousal hums through his body. Eurgh. He opens the window. He used to think being an Omega was gross but now he’s starting to think being an Alpha was worse.
He’d not been able to control himself. He’d taken advantage of Steve. Steve didn’t seem all that bothered about it, but Bucky imagines that feeling is gonna change once the heat fully wears off.
He groans and puts his face in his hands. What if it happens again? With Steve? With someone else?
He’s distracted from his guilt only by the way his body is reacting to Steve’s scent, despite his best efforts to ignore it. He groans. He desperately wants to touch his dick. He’s disgusting.
He gets up and quietly closes his bedroom door and locks it. He goes back to his bed and drops his pants, his briefs, gets his stupid, hard dick out and pumps it fast, hoping to get his over with as quickly as possible.
He’s not sure how he gets there, but he finds himself face down in his sheets, specifically, the part where Steve had been sitting earlier. He temporarily tries to suspend the disgust with himself as he jerks off, thinking that it may at least get it over with quicker. He imagines Steve beneath him, like he’d been the first time Bucky fucked him, whimpering and moaning against Bucky’s hand. Shivering and moaning as the sudden orgasm washes over him, he comes hard, thankfully mostly in his hand and not on the sheets. He barely lasted a few minutes. Mortifying.
He cleans himself up and then sits down in front of the tv on the floor. He shakes his head at himself. He’s a disgusting pervert. He’s going to hell.