And All I Can Taste Is This Moment
“A husband should only be a part of your life and not your entire life.” —Pamela Anderson
Bucky could barely contain himself with the sight before him.
Steve was only wearing Bucky’s t-shirt. Standing on his tiptoes, he could barely reach a box of Rice Krispies.
Bucky’s t-shirt had risen up showing off Steve’s tempting figure.
“Need a hand?” Bucky purred, pressing himself up against Steve.
Steve wiggled, knowing damn well what he was doing to his poor Alpha. “M-More like a foot or two.”
Bucky ran his hands up and down Steve’s body.
Steve squeaked.
Bucky easily reached the Rice Krispies. “Technically this is breakfast food, not dinner.”
Steve seemed to have forgotten all about food. He wanted Bucky to pick him up, throw him on the kitchen counter, and kiss him until he forgot to breathe—
The doorbell was ringing.
“W-Who’s that?” Steve asked.
“Probably the building crew.” Bucky sighed.
“Tell em to make the kitchen short people friendly!” Steve giggled as Bucky walked towards the door.
Bucky grinned. “Sure, honey.”
The building crew consisted of several rough individuals including the leader Fury, the plumber Rumlow, the electrician Tony, and the carpenter Zemo.
After Bucky greeted them, he said. “So, there might be some changes from the original concept.”
“Changes?” Fury asked.
“Yeah, instead of a bachelor pad, I’m thinking a lover’s paradise.” Bucky grinned. “I got married!”
“Congratulations,” Fury said. “Who’s the lucky Omega?”
Bucky was about to answer, but Steve chose that moment to walk into the entryway.
He was still wearing Bucky’s t-shirt which he finally seemed to realize.
Bucky stood in front of him, blocking him from the leering of the builders. “Steven Grant Rogers!”
The builders looked at Steve as if he were a piece of meat.
Bucky wrapped his arm around Steve, glaring at the builders. Mine.
Steve waved shyly.
“The boss’s first request is to make the kitchen child-sized,” Bucky said.
Steve swatted his arm. “That is not what I said!”
Bucky laughed. “Just make it a bit easier for him to reach stuff, yeah?”
“I can show you some different styles geared toward Omega’s tastes,” Zemo suggested.
Steve shrugged. “I’m not much of a cook. Buck does most of the cooking, so his tastes probably know better than mine.”
“Just make it short people-friendly,” Bucky said.
“You got it, boss,” Fury said, not even looking at Steve.
“We’ll get outta your hair,” Bucky said.
Steve flopped onto their bed with an embarrassed sigh. “Next time, tell me when people are coming over.”
“You got it,” Bucky promised.
“Why are they even over so late?” Steve asked.
“They’re just going through and measuring things, so we know how much we need to order,” Bucky explained. “They won’t even be an hour.”
Steve hummed. It made him nervous to have so many strangers in his home.
Bucky settled on the bed next to Steve. Flicking through the channels, he stopped on a beach and a swimsuit. “Mm! Hell yeah!”
Stevie really did look amazing in a swimsuit.
“Gimme! Gimme that!” Steve jumped on him.
“Hey!” Bucky held the remote far above Steve’s short arms. “I wanna watch it!”
“God, no!” Steve groaned.
“Come on!” Bucky gently plopped Steve on the other side of the bed.
“No, no, no!” Steve whined. “I really can’t watch myself!”
Bucky frowned. “Why not?
Steve wrung his hands as he tried to explain. “I’m so much better in my head; I get so self-conscious…”
“That’s crazy! You have nothing to be self-conscious about especially not your acting,” Bucky said gently.
“You think I’m a good actor?” Steve asked incredulously.
“Yeah, totally! You can do anything: drama, comedy, heck even Shakespeare.” Bucky kissed Steve’s cheek.
Steve finally managed to snag the remote and change the channel. “Ok, but how bout that?”
It was some kind of sci-fi show.
“Totally.” Bucky couldn’t believe that no one had ever affirmed this sweet Omega. Watching Steve, he tried to hide his amusement as Steve changed the channel again.
Steve suddenly bounced like a child. “Oooh! I haven’t seen this in years!”
“What is this?” Bucky asked, cocking his head. He couldn’t help teasing Stevie.
“You haven’t seen The Sound of Music?” Steve yelled.
“Who's the chick?” Bucky asked.
“That’s Maria. She’s Captain von Trapp’s governess,” Steve explained.
“How many kids does he have?” Bucky asked.
“Seven,” Steve said softly. “I can’t wait to be an oma.”
Bucky could imagine it so easily. “You’ll be the best oma.”
“You got a big family?” Steve asked.
“Well, there’s my folks and my sisters,” Bucky said.
“How many sisters?” Steve asked. He sprawled across Bucky, looking up at him with lilac-blue eyes.
“Three: Lulu, Becks, and Gertie.” Bucky smiled wryly. “How bout you?”
Steve deflated a little. “It’s just me and my ma.”
“What’s she like?” Bucky asked.
“She’s amazing. She put me before everything, and she always believed in me,” Steve’s voice was bittersweet. “W-When I told her I wanted to be a model and maybe, go into acting, she saved every penny to get me to California.”
“My ma bought me my first guitar,” Bucky shared. “And Da insisted that I take lessons.”
Steve kissed Bucky’s calloused hand.
Bucky purred.
And then Steve was singing.
Perhaps, I had a wicked childhood
Perhaps, I had a miserable youth
But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past,
There must have been a moment of truth
For here you are, standing there, loving me
Whether or not you should
So, somewhere in my youth or childhood,
I must have done something good
Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
So, somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good
Bucky echoed the lyrics.
Steve stood precariously on the bed. He swayed to the music.
Bucky pulled him into his arms. “Dance with me?”
Their love story had begun with a dance, and Bucky would love nothing more than to dance with Steve for the rest of their lives.
They settled back on the bed.
Steve took a deep breath. Giggling, he booped Bucky’s nose. “Who woulda thought Bucky Barnes a secret lover of musicals?”
Bucky kissed him soundly. “You’re my something good.”
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