"You do have a point..." Drawling, like he doesn't know this about himself. And grinning around the edge of his orange juice glass.
At Sam's question, Bucky nods towards the tea. "Finish that first." Bucky, for his part, is going to down the OJ and strip out of his borrowed sweatpants. No underwear (as per usual).
He's already hard. So, definitely, Bucky can grant him those desires.
"Don't cum on my clothes. If Tony shows up, I AM leaving for that date."
Sam leans back a little and sips his tea. Slowly. Just let's his eyes roam over Bucky, taking him in. He barely had the chance last night with how Bucky had pounced. It's kinda nice now to comply with Bucky's demand but still claim power - he's gonna finish his tea first alright, and he's gonna enjoy the view in the meantime.
After all, Tony officially still has 10 minutes before Bucky does whatever the hell he wants.
Sam makes eye contact after a long moment, swallows around the tea. It's damn nice.
Bucky is patient and still through Sam's evaluation. He can tell the omega enjoys what he sees at the very least; his cock twitches at Sam's gaze.
"I did." He sounds pretty unapologetic about it, because he is unapologetic about it. "And you have my word." A small incline of his head. He can accept reasonable expectations of his behaviors, after all. "I won't ruin your clothes."
Bucky should've checked. About that, about shifting, definitely. He and Sam should probably have actual conversations about how he feels about those things. He gives Sam a rueful smile, and a nod.
Advice heard.
Sam bolts. Bucky whoops and gives chase. Lets Sam escape his grasp a few times over the next ten, fifteen minutes.
Despite his cock bobbing enthusiastically at these shenanigans, he's careful not to get anything on Sam's clothes. Which might be half the reason Sam keeps slipping from his grasp.
Sam's never done this - not in play at least. Running from an alpha, being chased. He's pleased that Bucky heeds his request, doesn't go for the clothes despite how easily he could. It's why hs doesn't fight too hard when eventually, Bucky crowds him against a wall, next to the front door. Sam nips at his lips, then turns around in his grasp. Pushes his pants down, just enough to give access.
"Slow," he warns. He's sensitive, he's exhausted. He doesn't want to be pounded to tears now. "But... hard. Deep." He did ask to have his thoughts fucked away after all.
"Of course, sweetheart," Bucky murmurs as he nips at Sam's earlobe, reaching for Sam's ass with both hands. Massaging those muscles a little as he holds the cheeks apart and lines himself up. "Your wish is my command."
It's a skill, to fuck someone slow but roughly. To get deep without moving too fast. Fortunately? Bucky feels pretty up to the task. His thrusts into Sam are long, and he keeps his cock inside him for longer after each stroke. Grinds his hips into that perfect ass. Kisses Sam's ear, his neck, lightly, softly, in complete contrast to all other contact.
He watches Sam's expression as they go. Grinds his knot against Sam's sweet spot and grants soft praise as Sam's hold on stress and reality seem to slip.
The door bell buzzes about half an hour into this. Sam has gone a bit boneless but there's still some tension between his shoulders at the sound; Bucky sucks his teeth and keeps going, opening the front door with one hand.
Which means Tony Stark gets a pretty good view of Sam getting slowly but thoroughly fucked once he takes off his damned sunglasses.
"You're an hour late, Stark. Stressed him the whole fuck out."
Sam is very dimly aware of the door bell, of the door opening. Of Tony's incredulous reaction. Truth be told he's floating a little. It's nice, and he feels oh so relaxed. Tony's arrival does being him back to himself a little though. Not until the conversation has progressed a bit though, into both men arguing. Or rather. Tony arguing. Sam sighs. Reaches back to pat Bucky's hip.
"C'mon. No knot."
If his own erection is flagging, well. Sam seems willing to accept that. Looks at Tony.
"He showed up last night, when you cancelled. He's contesting the claim."
Makes a gesture that implies there's nothing to be done hear. Doesn't tell Tony how much of a fight he's been putting up about the whole thing though - apparently that is to stay between Bucky and him.
"He's right though. You are late, Tony, by a whole hour. Calm down and let me get cleaned up."
Tony snorts. "Yeah no, we have a reservation to catch. You can clean up at the restaurant. Let's move. I'm not letting some punk ruin my night."
And there goes the rest of Sam's arousal. It was a nice half hour that he spent being edged on Bucky's dick. But it's very obvious there is no salvaging Sam's rapidly plummeting mood here.
Bucky steps back and picks the sweatpants up off the floor. He doesn't kiss Sam goodbye, despite a strong desire to do exactly that. "I'll lock up," he tells Sam, inclines his head towards Tony, and rolls his eyes when the latter is turned away from him.
He tosses Sam his keys before he gets too far down the stairs. As a confirmation that he has his own key, mostly.
For the first half hour they're gone, Bucky putters around. Finishes changing the sheets. Has a cigarette on the fire escape. Locks the door behind him. Then he whips out his phone, does a cursory Instagram search, and gets in his car.
He figures thirty minutes is long enough to give them some privacy. Now? He's going to do some gentle stalking.
Dinner is a tense, uncomfortable affair for Sam. He goes to the bathroom to clean himself up. Feels shamed by Tony's stony silence during the entire ride even though they both know what life is like for omegas, and how contested courtship work.
They argue over food, too. Sam doesn't get snappy or furious like he did with Bucky. He goes still and calm in anger.
Tony forgives him. How very kind. Shows his forgiveness by dragging Sam into the alley next to the restaurant to fuck him. Doesn't knot him but insists on filling Sam not once but three times, even though Sam asks him not to. Because Sam is tired, isn't aroused beyond his cock coming up to play and painting the wall, once. Sam is also hungry because the restaurant was ridiculous and the whole evening has soured his appetite.
Tony doesn't let him clean up. Doesn't drive him home either. Just calls him a cab, kisses him. Says he's not mad anymore now and will continue the courtship as planned. Puts Sam in the cab and then drives himself home in his sports car.
The cab driver says Sam can pay him in a different way. Sam doesn't give him his adress, just let's him drive to a corner one block away from Sam's place and practically throws money at him just to get out as fast as he can. Probably overpaid, but doesn't care. Just makes sure he watches the cab drive off before he even thinks about moving towards his home. His mood, as a result, is lower than it's been in days.
There was a car, driving behind the cab, but it pulls off to a side street at the corner and parks, killing the lights. By the time the cab has gotten another blockbut is just idling at the stop sign (as if, maybe, waiting to see which direction the omega in front of the closed corner store goes) Bucky is just suddenly there, in the intersection, holding a hubcap.
The cab's backup lights come on.
Bucky throws the hubcap like a frisbee.
The sound of shattered safety glass is pretty loud, once the rear window is struck, but not as loud as the sound of the cab driver accelerating away.
Bucky still stands in the street. Takes a deep breath before crossing over to where Sam is standing. "Can I walk you home?" Seething. Agitated.
It's the fact that this time, he asked. It's the fact that he's pissed but not projecting any of his upset in Sam's direction. It's the fact he's here, safeguarding Sam's way home.
When Bucky steps close, Sam doesn't flinch or back away. Even though a shifter this agitated scares most people. To Sam this radiates safety right now.
And Sam's own scent is a mess. It's taken on the acrid, bitter notes of fear, hunger, upset, mixed with the scent of Tony's cum and aroused alpha - the cab driver. It all clings to Sam.
He reaches out after a moment, slides his arm through Bucky's as they walk.
"You okay?"
Because he will always ask that first of others, when when he just went through some shit.
"Broadly?" He raises his eyebrows at Sam because, really? You're worried about him right now? "Not a chance. Do you know how weird it is to have a metal arm?"
Bucky one hundred percent is aware that is not what Sam meant at all.
"What do you wanna do when you get home? Do you need to eat?"
Sam looks confused at first, then snorts. Lightly shoves at Bucky and shakes his head. But it pulls him out of the spook of the moment, and so is appreciated.
"I should. Also gonna need the world's longest shower."
"Kind of?" The smirk Bucky had when Sam shoved him is replaced by a slightly haunted expression. "I waited like a half hour or so, and you had already left the interior of the restaurant by the time I got there."
Because he'd promised he wouldn't interrupt them.
"... Seeing you get in the cab was kinda scary, honestly."
Sam goes a little more tense at that, expression closing off a little. The implication is obvious - it's not unlikely Bucky saw them fuck. Sam's not sure how to feel about that. Lacks the energy for anger. Especially when it means Bucky was there to handle the cab driver.
After a while he glances over.
"You know that this stuff happens all the time, right? You weren't wrong when you said I wanted to mate because I'm tired of this shit. Mating bite is the only way to get some peace and quiet." And then, after a moment: "I know you're currently chasing me hard. But no amount of stalking is gonna keep me safe 24/7. And inrefuse to become the kind of omega who works from home and barely leaves. I know the risks. And I know not to rely on an alpha to keep me safe all the time."
He feels Sam stiffen and has a few guesses as to why that happens. But. He'd rather be honest than not right now.
"You love your job; I would never ask you to set that aside for my own paranoia or whatever." He frowns, looks down, shrugs. "I know it happens all the time. I know that there's fuckall I can do about that. And I don't think the shit you get up to, living your life, is inherently dangerous. Broadly, yanno?"
He just thinks that Tony is not the one. And that he, himself, and Sam? Would be great together.
Sam is silent for a while. Knows he should be more unsettled about Bucky's behaviour. Just difficult to do when it's the least hurtful thing done to him today.
"So. Did you enjoy the view?"
That one bugs him though. Needs to hear if Bucky isnthe type tonget off on that or will want to reclaim lost territory.
Yknow, like Tony did.
By the time samnaaka the question they're on the steps leading up to his place.
That he could tell feels... strangely comforting. Tony couldn't. And Sam hates that he keeps comparing, but that's what happens by default in a contested courtship, isn't it. Hes meant to evaluate. He's meant to have the choice, rather than defaulting to who is available and willing.
Sam gently tugs on Bucky's jacket. Gets him closer so they're faces are almost touching. Feels like he's flirting with disaster and doesn't mind it. Does absolutely notice the way Bucky asks about fucking him in his sleep. Someone listened earlier, and listened well.
"I can tell you're still agitated. You sure you want to fuss, not fuck?"
Sam does not want to fuck. The question comes from his surprise that Bucky doesn't more than own desire.
The fact that he's not even putting up resistance about Bucky just assuming he's staying over should probably indicate where he's at though.
"I'm sure that it would help only one of us actually feel better. And I'd rather take care of ya.if I take care of you, then I know you're okay. Otherwise? A lot else could be true."
He smiles at Sam before kissing him. Softly, on the lips.
"It's more important that you smell happy than like me."
The line is almost corny, but the way Bucky says is so genuine that Sam just pulls him in for another kiss, sweet and long. Is he going to stop being a brat to Bucky just cause he's being a good alpha? Absolutely not.
But Sam can admit that for all that Bucky vexes him, he's doing a good job being the caretaker and provider so few alphas actually want to be.
"Good boy," Sam murmurs against his lips. Somehow manages to pull away after one last peck to unlock the door and let them both in.
Bucky groans, clearly pleased but still laughing a little bit as they head inside Sam's building. There's no one around, fortunately, and once they're in Sam's apartment Bucky gives him another kiss, helps him out of his clothes, and starts the hot water for Sam's bath before retreating to the kitchen.
He makes some comfort food; soup, potatoes, that kind of thing. Pulls a beer out of the fridge and brings it to Sam in the bath.
It's so domestic it makes Sam's head spin. Takes the beer. Thinks about offering Bucky a blow job because he's just not sure how to handle all this. Instead he takes the beer, looks up at Bucky and contemplates for a moment.
"Help me understand how we went from you fucking me in my office for 10 hours despite me saying no, to you waiting on me sweetly and prioritizing what I want, in under 48 hours."
He's currently just relaxing in the tub. Cleaned the worst of it off immediately so he could enjoy a soak and then just scrub off the rest fast whenever he's done. So he looks drowsy and relaxed for now. Content.
"There's being overwhelmed and then there's trauma." Bucky gives a little shrug. "I knew I'd have to convince you I was worth a shot, or to at least rethink your plans." Didn't expect Tony to drop the ball as badly as he has, though; not that he's surprised when all is said and done. "Even if you flat out rejected me, figured we would have fun getting there."
Bucky shrugs, and puts his hands in his pockets. "End of the day? I wanna take care of you. That means a lot of different things for a lot of different reasons."
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Date: 2022-12-25 02:19 am (UTC)At Sam's question, Bucky nods towards the tea. "Finish that first." Bucky, for his part, is going to down the OJ and strip out of his borrowed sweatpants. No underwear (as per usual).
He's already hard. So, definitely, Bucky can grant him those desires.
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Date: 2022-12-25 02:40 am (UTC)Sam leans back a little and sips his tea. Slowly. Just let's his eyes roam over Bucky, taking him in. He barely had the chance last night with how Bucky had pounced. It's kinda nice now to comply with Bucky's demand but still claim power - he's gonna finish his tea first alright, and he's gonna enjoy the view in the meantime.
After all, Tony officially still has 10 minutes before Bucky does whatever the hell he wants.
Sam makes eye contact after a long moment, swallows around the tea. It's damn nice.
"You fucked me while I was asleep, didn't you?"
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Date: 2022-12-25 02:59 am (UTC)"I did." He sounds pretty unapologetic about it, because he is unapologetic about it. "And you have my word." A small incline of his head. He can accept reasonable expectations of his behaviors, after all. "I won't ruin your clothes."
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Date: 2022-12-25 03:04 am (UTC)He's not saying he minds. Just that Bucky should have checked, generally speaking. Perhaps a gentle hint to Bucky.
Sam finishes his tea. Sets the mug down on the table, wipes moisture off his lip. Stands up.
And then he bolts.
And Sam isn't stupid.
He knows exactly what's going to happen.
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Date: 2022-12-25 03:17 am (UTC)Advice heard.
Sam bolts. Bucky whoops and gives chase. Lets Sam escape his grasp a few times over the next ten, fifteen minutes.
Despite his cock bobbing enthusiastically at these shenanigans, he's careful not to get anything on Sam's clothes. Which might be half the reason Sam keeps slipping from his grasp.
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Date: 2022-12-25 03:27 am (UTC)"Slow," he warns. He's sensitive, he's exhausted. He doesn't want to be pounded to tears now. "But... hard. Deep." He did ask to have his thoughts fucked away after all.
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Date: 2022-12-25 03:53 am (UTC)"Your wish is my command."
It's a skill, to fuck someone slow but roughly. To get deep without moving too fast. Fortunately? Bucky feels pretty up to the task. His thrusts into Sam are long, and he keeps his cock inside him for longer after each stroke. Grinds his hips into that perfect ass. Kisses Sam's ear, his neck, lightly, softly, in complete contrast to all other contact.
He watches Sam's expression as they go. Grinds his knot against Sam's sweet spot and grants soft praise as Sam's hold on stress and reality seem to slip.
The door bell buzzes about half an hour into this. Sam has gone a bit boneless but there's still some tension between his shoulders at the sound; Bucky sucks his teeth and keeps going, opening the front door with one hand.
Which means Tony Stark gets a pretty good view of Sam getting slowly but thoroughly fucked once he takes off his damned sunglasses.
"You're an hour late, Stark. Stressed him the whole fuck out."
"What. In the FUCK. Are you doing here, Barnes?!"
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Date: 2022-12-25 04:07 am (UTC)"C'mon. No knot."
If his own erection is flagging, well. Sam seems willing to accept that. Looks at Tony.
"He showed up last night, when you cancelled. He's contesting the claim."
Makes a gesture that implies there's nothing to be done hear. Doesn't tell Tony how much of a fight he's been putting up about the whole thing though - apparently that is to stay between Bucky and him.
"He's right though. You are late, Tony, by a whole hour. Calm down and let me get cleaned up."
Tony snorts. "Yeah no, we have a reservation to catch. You can clean up at the restaurant. Let's move. I'm not letting some punk ruin my night."
And there goes the rest of Sam's arousal. It was a nice half hour that he spent being edged on Bucky's dick. But it's very obvious there is no salvaging Sam's rapidly plummeting mood here.
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Date: 2022-12-25 04:21 am (UTC)He tosses Sam his keys before he gets too far down the stairs. As a confirmation that he has his own key, mostly.
For the first half hour they're gone, Bucky putters around. Finishes changing the sheets. Has a cigarette on the fire escape. Locks the door behind him. Then he whips out his phone, does a cursory Instagram search, and gets in his car.
He figures thirty minutes is long enough to give them some privacy. Now? He's going to do some gentle stalking.
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Date: 2022-12-25 05:04 am (UTC)They argue over food, too. Sam doesn't get snappy or furious like he did with Bucky. He goes still and calm in anger.
Tony forgives him. How very kind. Shows his forgiveness by dragging Sam into the alley next to the restaurant to fuck him. Doesn't knot him but insists on filling Sam not once but three times, even though Sam asks him not to. Because Sam is tired, isn't aroused beyond his cock coming up to play and painting the wall, once. Sam is also hungry because the restaurant was ridiculous and the whole evening has soured his appetite.
Tony doesn't let him clean up. Doesn't drive him home either. Just calls him a cab, kisses him. Says he's not mad anymore now and will continue the courtship as planned. Puts Sam in the cab and then drives himself home in his sports car.
The cab driver says Sam can pay him in a different way. Sam doesn't give him his adress, just let's him drive to a corner one block away from Sam's place and practically throws money at him just to get out as fast as he can. Probably overpaid, but doesn't care. Just makes sure he watches the cab drive off before he even thinks about moving towards his home. His mood, as a result, is lower than it's been in days.
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Date: 2022-12-25 06:20 am (UTC)The cab's backup lights come on.
Bucky throws the hubcap like a frisbee.
The sound of shattered safety glass is pretty loud, once the rear window is struck, but not as loud as the sound of the cab driver accelerating away.
Bucky still stands in the street. Takes a deep breath before crossing over to where Sam is standing. "Can I walk you home?" Seething. Agitated.
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Date: 2022-12-25 06:38 am (UTC)When Bucky steps close, Sam doesn't flinch or back away. Even though a shifter this agitated scares most people. To Sam this radiates safety right now.
And Sam's own scent is a mess. It's taken on the acrid, bitter notes of fear, hunger, upset, mixed with the scent of Tony's cum and aroused alpha - the cab driver. It all clings to Sam.
He reaches out after a moment, slides his arm through Bucky's as they walk.
"You okay?"
Because he will always ask that first of others, when when he just went through some shit.
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Date: 2022-12-26 06:58 am (UTC)Bucky one hundred percent is aware that is not what Sam meant at all.
"What do you wanna do when you get home? Do you need to eat?"
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Date: 2022-12-26 07:09 am (UTC)"I should. Also gonna need the world's longest shower."
Silent for a moment. Then, hesistantly:
"You followed us."
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Date: 2022-12-26 07:15 am (UTC)Because he'd promised he wouldn't interrupt them.
"... Seeing you get in the cab was kinda scary, honestly."
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Date: 2022-12-26 07:23 am (UTC)After a while he glances over.
"You know that this stuff happens all the time, right? You weren't wrong when you said I wanted to mate because I'm tired of this shit. Mating bite is the only way to get some peace and quiet." And then, after a moment: "I know you're currently chasing me hard. But no amount of stalking is gonna keep me safe 24/7. And inrefuse to become the kind of omega who works from home and barely leaves. I know the risks. And I know not to rely on an alpha to keep me safe all the time."
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Date: 2022-12-26 07:32 am (UTC)"You love your job; I would never ask you to set that aside for my own paranoia or whatever." He frowns, looks down, shrugs. "I know it happens all the time. I know that there's fuckall I can do about that. And I don't think the shit you get up to, living your life, is inherently dangerous. Broadly, yanno?"
He just thinks that Tony is not the one. And that he, himself, and Sam? Would be great together.
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Date: 2022-12-26 07:47 am (UTC)"So. Did you enjoy the view?"
That one bugs him though. Needs to hear if Bucky isnthe type tonget off on that or will want to reclaim lost territory.
Yknow, like Tony did.
By the time samnaaka the question they're on the steps leading up to his place.
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Date: 2022-12-26 07:53 am (UTC)They're on the steps. Bucky stops their progression and rubs his hands up and down Sam's arms.
"Look. Here's what I think we should do. You take a bath. I make you dinner. We cuddle. You sleep.
If you wanna wake up wet you let me know. Otherwise? That's it."
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Date: 2022-12-26 08:00 am (UTC)Sam gently tugs on Bucky's jacket. Gets him closer so they're faces are almost touching. Feels like he's flirting with disaster and doesn't mind it. Does absolutely notice the way Bucky asks about fucking him in his sleep. Someone listened earlier, and listened well.
"I can tell you're still agitated. You sure you want to fuss, not fuck?"
Sam does not want to fuck. The question comes from his surprise that Bucky doesn't more than own desire.
The fact that he's not even putting up resistance about Bucky just assuming he's staying over should probably indicate where he's at though.
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Date: 2022-12-26 08:10 am (UTC)He smiles at Sam before kissing him. Softly, on the lips.
"It's more important that you smell happy than like me."
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Date: 2022-12-26 08:18 am (UTC)But Sam can admit that for all that Bucky vexes him, he's doing a good job being the caretaker and provider so few alphas actually want to be.
"Good boy," Sam murmurs against his lips. Somehow manages to pull away after one last peck to unlock the door and let them both in.
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Date: 2022-12-27 06:23 am (UTC)He makes some comfort food; soup, potatoes, that kind of thing. Pulls a beer out of the fridge and brings it to Sam in the bath.
"Dinner is ready when you are, but. No rush."
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Date: 2022-12-27 06:54 am (UTC)"Help me understand how we went from you fucking me in my office for 10 hours despite me saying no, to you waiting on me sweetly and prioritizing what I want, in under 48 hours."
He's currently just relaxing in the tub. Cleaned the worst of it off immediately so he could enjoy a soak and then just scrub off the rest fast whenever he's done. So he looks drowsy and relaxed for now. Content.
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Date: 2022-12-27 07:48 pm (UTC)Bucky shrugs, and puts his hands in his pockets. "End of the day? I wanna take care of you. That means a lot of different things for a lot of different reasons."
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