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Bucky
Bucky's checking out a nice soft hoodie when he smells someone approaching. The scent is vaguely familiar, making his hair stand on end. He freezes.
Sarah must've caught on to his distress pretty quickly because she was by his side in a matter of seconds.
"Is there something you need?" Sarah asks the stranger that approached Bucky.
The younger Omega slowly turns around to look at the man, an Alpha.
'How unlucky am I to meet yet another Alpha?' Bucky thinks to himself.
"Two Omegas without company?" The man asks. He says it in a way that makes both Bucky and Sarah feel uneasy.
"Yeah. And?" Bucky asks, standing straight.
"James-"
"Oh no, little guy. I don't mean to offend. It's just rather. . . uncommon for two Omegas to be without an Alpha or a Beta," the man says, holding out a hand towards Bucky. "Perhaps I could join you two? The name's Alexander Pierce."
Bucky frowns, pushing Pierce's hand away.
"I think we'll be alright by ourselves. But thank you," Sarah replies, pulling Bucky with her as they walk away.
"I don't like him, he seems weird," Bucky mutters once they're far enough away.
"Trust me, honey, I know. We'll be leaving soon, I promise."
Bucky relaxes a little, being comforted by Sarah's scent.
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Finally, the two Omegas go to the self-checkout and get ready to leave. All the while, Bucky keeps a lookout for the strange man.
He could've sworn this Pierce guy was following them. But he couldn't see him.
Bucky followed Sarah closely as they walked out of the store. The sooner they left, the sooner Bucky could forget about that interaction. Hopefully.
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Steve (hours later)
Steve's day was uneventful. Boring, but happily uneventful.
He heads home, yearning to just lay in his bed.
Or see how Bucky's doing. He knows his mom made the Omega go shopping with her and he can guarantee he wasn't to happy about it. Bucky hates shopping.
His thoughts are interrupted by a familiar smell as he enters the house.
Steve has gotten used to Bucky's sweet scent way too quickly.
"I'm home," he says, hearing his mom moving about in the kitchen. "Where's Bucky?"
"In your room."
"What? Why?"
"We met a man today. He seemed to spook your Omega quite a bit," Sarah replies.
"Bucky's not m-my Omega," Steve mutters, blushing slightly. He knows his mom is only joking, but he can't help how happy he feels when he hears her words.
"Right."
Steve rolls his eyes and heads to his room to check on Bucky. He can smell the distress the Omega is in.
He's in Steve's bed, wrapped in Steve's blanket, hugging Steve's pillows. It sent the wrong message to Steve's brain. 'My poor helpless Omega.'
"Bucky? May I come in?" Steve asks, leaning against the doorframe.
"It's your room," Bucky mutters.
"That's right. It is," Steve replies as he walks into the room. "You okay?"
"I don't wanna talk about it. Auntie Sarah can tell you."
Steve pets Bucky's head and sits down by him, hearing the Omega purr.
"Alright. If that's how you feel."
"It is."
"Good to know."
". . . Whatever happened to Brock and Jack?"
Steve pauses, contemplating on what to tell Bucky.
"I don't. . . actually know. They took Jack to a different hospital to ensure your safety after the attack. But I assume they took Brock to jail, and did the same to Jack after his wound healed," the Alpha says.
Bucky nods, seeming slightly reassured. He sighs, holding his face in his hands.
"Nice clothes, by the way. They're mine, right?"
"Unfortunately, yes. But I did get some new clothes, so I won't have to be wearing all this old stuff anymore."
"What a shame," Steve mutters, absent-mindedly.
". . . I'm sure that was supposed to be an inside thought," Bucky says after a beat.
"Mhm. And we are not gonna talk about it."
"Right."
Steve can see Bucky's small smirk. It looks smug. The Alpha rolls his eyes.
"Can you get out of my room?"
"Will do!" He exclaims. The Omega puts up a bit of a struggle to get out from the blanket burrito he had buried himself in. He let out a trill of victory when he managed to get out of it. Bucky then left the room and shut the door, leaving the Alpha it's owned by to himself.
Steve let out a soft chuckle of amusement before falling back into his bed. He let Bucky's scent fill his senses, happily reveling in the fact that the Omega had come to his room to comfort himself.
'Fuck, that's adorable.'
He was almost surprised at how happy he had felt because of that fact.
Almost.
The thought of Bucky's scent on his sheets made him feel things that would be deemed very inappropriate. He felt very hot.
Steve turned onto his stomach, shoving his face into the pillows. He could just imagine how much better Bucky felt lying in Steve's sheets.
Imagine just how much happier the Omega could be if Steve knotted him-
The Alpha freezes, his face turning red. 'Did I really just think that?'
He sits up and closes his eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing down below. The thoughts running through his head did not help at all.
Steve groans, moving a hand to undo his pants and slide them down along with his boxers, hoping the cool air would help. It didn't do much. He opens his eyes and glances down, watching the precum leak out.
With much hesitance and gentleness for someone of his stature, he wraps a hand around himself. He gasps, feeling the jolt of pleasure he got from simply touching himself run through his body.
Steve gives his hard, aching cock a stroke, shivering at the feeling. He leans his head back as he does it again, and again. The Alpha lets out a low moan, moving his hand at a slow pace.
He started thinking about Bucky again, about how he was new to being an Omega. The change had been drastic and sudden, and maybe Bucky needed a helping hand. Steve could help him figure out what it truly means to be an Omega.
Steve growls, smiling at the thought of Bucky needing his help. He licks his lips, thinking of how the Omega would taste, how he would sound.
The poor thing would be so overwhelmed, not knowing what to do and looking to Steve for guidance. How vulnerable.
Steve bites his lip as he cums in his hand, feeling satisfied. He cleans himself off with a dirty shirt that had been lying on the floor before throwing it back down. He really needed to clean.
The Alpha had been feeling pretty good until he realized he jerked off thinking about Bucky.