Chapter 4
Around noon, Sam finally passed out. Though he didn't go down easily. He begged and cried for Bucky to fuck him, hard with no mercy. The supersoldier could only try so hard to appease his omega without hurting him, he knew not what he was asking for. Even a strong heat like his was no match to what the serum made him capable of. Bucky could go for hours, knotting Sam constantly until he was over and done with. But he knew his body wasn't ready for that all yet.
When Bucky's knot went down Sam was alerted instantly. It was like he could barely operate without being stuffed, he really did need that knot. That's where the toys came in handy. The temporary relief they provided let Bucky take care of Sam in ways other than just sex. Though he was still deep in his heat and more sensitive than ever, Sam rocked his hips onto the toy constantly. The stimulation kept him present, just enough to respond to his alpha or try to eat. The sight of it made Bucky a little jealous. He hated to admit it but seeing Sam use a knot other than his own didn't sit right with him. He wanted him to be his and his only. But he was sure that was just the effects of heat making him think that.
"Is that good, baby?" Bucky asked spooning some yogurt into his mouth. It was the only thing he could manage to eat today, he wished he could get some more into him. He knew he'd need the energy for later.
Sam huffed oblivious to his concern. The knot he had been riding just wasn't doing it for him anymore, he needed his alpha to take over. Of course, Bucky noticed his distress, he noticed everything now.
"You're dying for it aren't you little one." He cooed at him with an amused smirk, trying hard to remember his task at hand. He had to finish feeding him first, then he'd clean him up. Just a few more minutes separated from his omega was painful. He knew his heat-riddled brain wasn't understanding but food came first. And perhaps a bath too, though he doubted that would go over well. He could barely touch him now without popping a knot.
"Please," Bucky heard Sam beg as he left the room with the empty container. His voice was starting to sound strained, he noted to get him some water. But first, he had to snap out of it, the overprotective alpha shtick was beginning to creep upon him. They were just friends, a little closer now that Sam was indisposed, but still friends. He couldn't get attached, no matter how good Sam smelled or how heartwarming it was to make him scream on his cock. They were just friends.
He knew he was lying to himself. Things wouldn't be the same afterwards, not at all. Creeping back into the bedroom he could see he had gotten desperate in the last few minutes. Moving on all fours the omega humped the pillow Bucky had been laying on. It wasn't enough to satisfy him completely but he came anyway with his alpha's name on his lips. The sight made Bucky hard as ever, though he tried to ignore it for the sake of helping his friend.
"I need you." Sam said as soon as he came down from his high. His body still pressed against the pillow, trembling slightly from the aftershocks. "I need you so bad, alpha."
"I know, I know don't worry. I'll help you in just a minute." He said dutifully, moving on to clean up Sam as best as he could. The poor thing was covered in sweat, yearning for just a touch. He knew he'd have to work fast before either of them got more aroused. Taking a washcloth from the bathroom, Bucky cleaned up his face and then the rest of his body. Wiping him down just enough to pull him into the tub for a quick shower. He had to lean the omega against him as they bathed, but it'd get the job done.
By the time they finished and made it back to the nest, Sam was weak in the knees. Barely able to hold himself up let alone ask for a knot. His whines told Bucky what he needed anyway, and boy were they sweet. It was like music to his ears at this point. "I got you doll, I'll take care of ya. Always."
Sam seemed more conscious around dinner time. He was still with Bucky when he came down, he could feel him rutting against his back. Each thrust brushed over his prostate sending him closer to the edge. He came with a scream, almost blacking out at the intense feeling.
"You okay?" He heard the alpha ask him. Too blissed out to answer coherently he gripped onto him and purred into his chest. Absentmindedly scenting him as he wiggled deeper on his knot. His hands rested on his hips for a while, taking a moment to just enjoy being together. It was much different than how they usually spent time, more intimate too. Sam couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at the thought. Burying his head into Bucky's chest his scent started to turn sour, making the alpha just as nervous.
"Hey, what's that about?" Bucky asked patiently continuing to stroke his hips.
"What's what about?" He replied, offering much more conversation than usual.
"You smell strange now. Why?"
"It's just so embarrassing. I hate being in heat." Sam admitted softly, hiding his face from his friend.
"But Sam it's natural. There's no need to be embarrassed." Bucky said almost wanting to laugh. He couldn't see things from his point of view but he still wanted to be supportive. "Sweetheart, look at me." He said calmly, pulling his face to meet his. Their eyes connect for a moment too long. "You don't have to be embarrassed with me. It's okay, I'm happy to take care of you."
"Do you really mean that, or are you just happy to pop a knot?"
"There's no need to be rude, Sam." He huffed at him. "I'd do anything for you, you have to know that. And just because I got off too doesn't mean you weren't on my mind the whole time. Every whine, every groan, every little twitch of your hips move me like you wouldn't understand. I didn't mean to scent you and I'm sorry for that, honestly. But you're mine now and you'll always come first."