Winterhawk Requests

“Okay. And you’re – you’re sure the door is locked? You checked?”

“Triple checked. And Jarvis is there if Cap tries any funny business later,” I reassured.

“Okay.” Bucky nodded again, this time to himself. “Okay. Okay, and you – I mean you won’t?”

“You’re in control.”

I’ll say it as many times as you need me to. I’m determined to make this a good experience.

He took a couple deep breaths to settle some of the nerves. I pretended not to see the way his hands were shaking when he hesitantly raised them out to me.

The hug was too light at first. He didn’t know where to put his hands. Kept shifting them, afraid to let me feel the trembles I suppose. That all stopped when I nuzzled under his ear.

A flip switched at the motion. His breath hitched. His arms pulled me in tight, hands gripping my shoulders. I decided to try it again.

His head dropped to my shoulder. I waited for his ragged breaths to even out before pulling away. The whimper he made shocked us both.

“I’m just gonna sit, okay?”

I’m not leaving. I wouldn’t do that to you after I promised to help. In fact…

“I have an idea,” I shared, taking a seat on the bed. “I think you’ll like it if you want to give it a shot.”

The way he tried to straighten himself up, to look tall and proud… Well it looked wrong. Desperate. An omega in heat is supposed to be relaxing. Snuggling is just part of life, heat or no heat, and this guy… Yeah. Cap certainly hasn’t been helping the guy feel like he can explore those things obviously.

Bucky was strong, brave, and all that good stuff. Everyone had heard the stories. Everyone had walked in on a 2am coffee binge because Steve couldn’t sleep and didn’t wanna deal with his feelings on the topic. Bucky was apparently an omega who just shrugged off the urges and carried on like a man. Always the big, strong best friend.

Yeah. Fuck that.

“You can relax, Buck. Steve can’t get in. He won’t see.”

And fuck if that wasn’t the right thing to say. He held on maybe another minute, maybe two, and then he just crumbled.

“He’s always saying that – that I used to be this way or that way. Why can’t I want something just because I want it? Why can’t he jus – I just want –”

“Shhh. I know.” I guided him closer. “You can want stuff, Buck. No judgment here.” Held him close when he pulled closer. “You be you, man. You do what’s best for you.”

The soft nuzzles against the side of my neck weren’t as sweet with the tears rolling down his cheeks. My skin was prickly from the salt when he finally dropped his head to my shoulder a few minutes later, all cried out. I kept my voice soft.

“Just relax, alright? I’ve got you.”

The hum he answered with tickled.

“You wanna reposition?” I asked. “Get more comfortable?”

His head rose slowly, eyes shadowed in a syrupy haze. The sugary scent of mocha registered for the first time in a while. I only indulged in it for a moment.

“You… had an idea?”

I nodded. “Move over a sec. You can climb up and I can hold you more securely.”

The statement was acknowledged with pinched brows and a frown. He didn’t get what I suggested apparently until I’d shifted and patted my lap.

“Wouldn’t that be uncomfortable?” he asked uncertainly, putting those walls back up two at a time.

“Nah, I’ll be fine.”

Anyone could see he didn’t know how to process the suggestion. He fretted over it, made excuses to protect my comfort. It took a good five minutes for him to finally make up his mind.

He decided he would try it, but only this once.

“Fine by me. You don’t like it and we’ll move.”

He gave a little nod. Gave my lap and legs another awkward look.

Getting into position was another matter entirely. He got up on his knees at first, tried to settle somewhere almost near my knees. That was awkward though what with one foot planted on the mattress and one leg folded up beside mine so he tried to reposition. Which resulted in him sitting sorta sideways as he stretched that first leg out and then had to stretch the other because it was too uncomfortable having it folded. And then I was too close to the wall, his feet bumping up against it in his attempts to get comfortable, so I had to scoot forward a third of the way down the bed. Then there was the issue of him being just a little too far to comfortably wrap my arms around or for him to lay against me.

“Can I?” I asked.

He nodded. And then doubled back to ask, “Can you what?” as I reached forward to grasp his hips.

“Pull you forward,” I clarified.

His head dropped, looking at the gap between our bodies, and then around at where my right hand held his hip.

“Wouldn’t that be uncomfortable?”

“Nope.” I emphasized it with a head shake.

He glanced down at my other hand. Stroked the back of it gently.

“Alright, yeah. That’s... okay.”

I waited a second just in case. Firmed my grip a bit and caught his eye. At his nod, I pulled him snugly into my lap.

There we go. Much better.

“Oh wow.”

“Hm?” I tilted my head back. “What?”

“Nothing, just… I’m taller than you like this,” he answered softly. A little smile tilted one corner of his lips.

“Yeah? You like that?”

At the touch of my hands on his back, he went stiff. Rigid.

“Relax, Buck. I got you, remember?” I set a slow pace. “Just relax. You’re okay.”

He melted slowly into the back rubs. Began to hug me as I changed the up-and-down motion to a circular one. It was beautiful when he squeezed me tight, nuzzling my hair affectionately, a little moan escaping his lips after a particularly stubborn knot came loose under my hands. And so were the little noises that followed when I nuzzled into his throat.

“There ya go,” I whispered, applying pressure to another knot. “That’s it. Just relax.”

He nuzzled my hair a little harder. Inhaled my scent deeply. Sighed in content, arms dropping limping to my sides.

“Yeah?”

He hummed. Then gave a sweet little noise when I got the newest knot loose.

“I know. You just relax buddy. I got ya.”

The next affectionate nuzzles, this time above my ear, had me smiling.

This is dangerous. I know I should be careful but… I could get lost in this feeling.