The Intercourse
One day until wedding
Bucky smiled as he dug his toes into the sand, enjoying the feel of the wet ground beneath.
He had his eyes closed against the morning light, relishing the bright white that shined through his eye lids.
He laid back slowly until his shoulders and head landed on T’Challa’s crossed legs, smiling when he felt the Alpha’s hands run through his hair.
He kept his eyes shut, feeling a callused finger tip run over his eyebrow, gently over his lid, down his nose and tracing the curve of his lips. He opened his mouth, letting the finger touch his bottom gum, he smiled bigger, play biting his Alpha.
T’Challa chuckled.
Bucky, through his closed eyes, saw the bright light darken by a shadow above.
He opened his eyes, staring in awe of the beautiful silhouette blocking the sun. Nothing but blue skies surrounded his gorgeous Alpha, it was truly an amazing contrast against the others dark skin.
“You look like art.” Bucky blurted.
T’Challa tilted his head to the side, his lip twitching in the barest of smiles.
“You sound like poetry.” The Alpha said, making Bucky laugh at the corny line.
As if to join in on the mushy moment Bucky felt his son kick, clearly feeling left out. The Omega placed his right palm against his belly, grinning at his Alpha as he said, “He feels like drums.”
“What an odd family we make.” T’Challa said, laughing as he moved his own hand to feel his child.
Bucky didn’t look away from the man above him, raising his left hand to T’Challa’s face, fingers grazing against plump lips. He loved his Alpha’s lips, they were always soft and held a daringly bright smile beneath.
“Help me up?” Bucky whispered.
T’Challa moved his hands to Bucky’s sides, helping the Omega sit up. And then, just because he could, picked the Omega up and tossed him over his shoulder. Bucky screamed for a moment, and then it dissolved into laughter.
The Alpha moved towards the ocean, but Bucky’s only view was of T’Challa’s ass, though he wasn’t particularly upset about that.
To help support himself on the Alpha Bucky wrapped his long legs around the others waist, his arms tangling around T’Challa’s shoulders as he repositioned himself in a more comfortable position.
“You better not throw me in that water, it’s not like LA beaches you know, that water is freezing!” Bucky said, clinging on to T’Challa.
“Nonsense, I would never freeze my child.” The Alpha laughed.
“So you’re saying if I wasn’t pregnant you would through me in?!” Bucky said, shocked at the idea.
“I may consider it...”
Bucky gasped, slapping T’Challa’s shoulder.
“You would not!”
“...I may.”
He huffed, but smiled at his Alpha, resting his face in T’Challa’s neck.
Once Bucky was finally set down his feet were placed in ice water.
He screamed, jumping on T’Challa to get away from the cold.
“It’s just a little water, my love.” T’Challa said, laughing at his Omega.
“It’s cold!”
Bucky grabbed his boyfriend’s hand, running back towards the parking lot.
T’Challa just laughed the whole way, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of the situation.
“Besides,” Bucky started. “We have to meet my family for breakfast soon.”
“Not for another half hour.” T’Challa said.
“Well... I don’t wanna be here anymore.”
“And this would have nothing to do with me getting you in the water?” The Alpha asked, smug grin on his face as he sat back in the drivers seat.
“No.” Bucky said petulantly, turning to look out the passenger window.
“Sure...”
The Omega tried for as long as he could, but gave up on ignoring T’Challa when he turned to look at the Alpha, only to start laughing at the way his boyfriend raised his eyebrows.
He laughed until suddenly he stopped, turning to T’Challa with urgent eyes, concerning the Alpha.
“I need waffles.” Was all Bucky said.
T’Challa let out a relieved breath, his worry from a moment ago disappearing at the announcement of just a craving.
“I’m sure we could show up to breakfast a little early to get you some waffles.”
Bucky smiled at his Alpha, resting a palm against the others cheek.
“You’re the best.”
.•O•.
When Becca returned home it was barely 7:00 in the morning.
She decided to stop at home and grab fresh clothes before heading to the diner for breakfast with her family, she also wanted to check if Steve was home yet.
He wasn’t.
She even checked the bathtub, where he usually passed out after a night of drinking with his friends. Clearly they had not returned yet, she wondered if his friends got a hotel or something.
Maybe that was good that he wasn’t home, she still needed some time to collect herself.
Last night when she was falling asleep the Beta made a decision.
If Steve remembered calling last night, and brought it up to her, she would have a serious conversation with him. One she’d been putting off for a long time now, one that needed to happen in all honesty.
Rebecca wasn’t an idiot, she new Steve and her had problems, not that they’d ever talk about it. She was even more aware of how bad of a relationship they had the more she questioned her brothers own love. Now he was really in love. No doubt about it, and Becca envied the way those two could love so easily, and so happily. Her and Steve didn’t have that, she new the Alpha didn’t love her, or at least wasn’t in love with her.
And a discussion needed to be had.
But...
If the Alpha didn’t bring up the voicemail, if he didn’t remember it, then she would just leave it be.
Her wedding was tomorrow, and she wasn’t sure she could handle the embarrassment of getting cheated on by Steve, or at least him wanting to cheat on her. No one would be surprised, he’d cheated once, on Bucky, whose to say he wouldn’t easily do it to her.
And how cruel would it be to have stolen Steve from James only to make the Omega come back here after years of hurting for her to dump the Alpha that she’d stolen.
Her brother was kind, kinder than her.
Their parents used to joke that she was a little devil and he was a little angel. They were only five at the time and the nicknames suited their personalities, but as she got older Rebecca realized it kind of hurt to be called a devil by her parents. The fact that Bucky was perfect to them and she was... flawed? It stung a bit.
But they weren’t wrong, Bucky was an angel.
He probably wouldn’t be bitter about her dumping Steve. Knowing him the Omega would most likely give her a hug, he was to sweet, to kind for his own good.
But, would she really trap Steve in a marriage the Alpha didn’t want?
The real stabbing pain for her was the fact that Steve was still in love with Bucky.
She knows that what they did was wrong, and if she’s being honest, she probably wouldn’t change what happened.
But after years of not being together, Rebecca assumed the Alpha would move on.
Clearly last nights evidence says otherwise.
The front doors handle jiggled, like someone just had their hand on it and was turning it back and fourth.
She new it must be Steve, probably drunk out of his mind still and attempting to unlock the already unlocked door.
She wasn’t gonna help him.
Waited... that’s what she did. She waited.
For five minutes she watched that doorknob jiggle and jaggle.
She listened as he slumped against the wooden door.
Finally, the Alpha decided to just turn the knob, and poof, the door was open.
She mentally face palmed, this is what she’s having such a hard debate to marry over?
The blond fell to the floor, smacking hard on his chest.
She didn’t help him up.
His head rose, a goofy smile spreading his lips wide.
“Heyyy baby.” He slurred.
“Hey... baby.” She responded, face neutral.
“Sorry I’m home so- so late. Or? So early?” He questioned, his head looking around the house and taking in the morning daylight.
“Maybe you should go to bed,” She suggested, moving past him to step over and around his long body. “I have to go, I’m meeting my parents and Bucky for breakfast. See you later.”
She heard him start to ask something, but closed the door before he could. This time, she locked it with her key before walking to her car.
A slight thrilled smirk played on her lips, that felt good.
She was still pissed, but that made her feel better.
.•O•.
“You guys got here early.” Bucky heard from behind him.
The Omega turned around, huge piece of waffle in his mouth, to see his father laughing at him.
“Wha?” He asked, his cheeks heating up as he chewed the bite.
“Nothing, you just look like a cute little chipmunk.” His dad said, reaching to pinch his stuffed cheeks.
“Dad...” Bucky whined, slapping the hand away.
George and Winifred sat down on the other side of the booth, facing towards Bucky and T’Challa.
Bucky just continued eating, he was on his second waffle and still starving. It seems his little boy had developed T’Challa’s appetite, and wasn’t afraid to make Bucky pay for it.
“So...” His mother started, a grin slowly taking over her face as she looked at the menu. “You hung out with Rebecca all yesterday.”
“Uh huh.” Bucky said, still shoving food in his mouth.
“And?” Winnie asked.
“An...?” The Omega swallowed. “And what?” He asked.
She rolled her eyes.
“Well, what happened? You had a good time? You’re friends again? You’re gonna come visit us more now?” She bombarded him with questions.
Bucky tried his best to answer them all.
“Yeah, we had a good time. It was kind of weird, and a little awkward, but I think we had a pretty good day together. It helped that you were there.” Bucky said, turning to T’Challa with a loving smile.
“I wouldn’t say we’re friends...” Bucky said, shrugging a little. “I mean, I don’t know. It’s still kind of complicated.”
She nodded at that.
“I know sweetie.” His mother said, a soft hand coming to rest on his.
“And, of course we’re gonna visit you more, after all, you’re gonna have a grandson that needs to see his grandparents.” The Omega said, smiling in a knowing way at his parents.
The two just beamed in pride.
It was their first grandbaby, kind of a big deal.
The diner door jingled, announcing his sisters arrival.
She looked put together and gave him a big smile, he returned it.
“Hey,” she said, pulling up a chair and sitting at the end of the booth. “I see you couldn’t wait for us, Buck.” She laughed, watching as her brother took another big bite.
“I’m pregnant.” He mumbled through a mouthful.
Bucky heard T’Challa chuckle next to him, the Alpha’s hand coming to rest on his thigh.
“So was Steve back when you went home?” Winnie asked.
Bucky was pretty sure Rebecca responded but he wasn’t really paying attention, to focused on the waffle in his mouth and the hand on his leg.
Pregnancy was confusing, he was starving, and obviously eating would solve that problem. But the fact that T’Challa’s hand moving up and down his leg, in what he assumed was supposed to comfort him, was only starting to turn him on. And the fact he couldn’t do anything about it right now, that fucking sucked.
Bucky slapped the Alpha’s hand away, raising his eyebrows at T’Challa’s hurt look.
His boyfriend’s face was donned with realization in that moment, and a clear smirk came over his features.
While his parents were distracted talking to Becca, Bucky felt T’Challa lean into whisper in his ear.
“You know, we haven’t slept together since before we got here, and I know how these pregnancy hormones have been affecting you.”
Bucky let out a breath of air, setting his fork down and no longer feeling hungry.
For food, that is.
The Omega leaned over to T’Challa, whispering back.
“Maybe you should go pay for our food, and we can leave early...”
The Alpha smirked, giving his Omega a kiss on the cheek before standing.
“Oh, are you guys leaving?” Rebecca asked when she saw T’Challa go to pay.
“Mhm, Yeah. I’m just feeling kind of tired, gonna go take a nap.” He lied, smiling sweetly at his family.
“Oh honey, do you want me to go? I could make you some tea at home.” His mom suggested, feeling the need to coddle her Omega son even more so with the pregnancy.
“I’m fine mom, you should stay here, enjoy breakfast.” He said, standing once T’Challa had come back to the table.
“Yeah,” Rebecca said. “I have wedding things I need to talk to you about.”
Bucky said a quick goodbye to his family, grabbing his Alpha’s hand and pulling him towards their rental car.
Once they were inside Bucky leaned over to kiss him, hard.
“My love-“ T’Challa said, breaking the kiss. “Let us wait until we get home.”
Bucky huffed, But sat back in his seat and buckled up.
It was the longest drive of his life, and to make matters worse? T’Challa’s hand stayed very high up on his leg, his thumb rubbing circles into the jean clad limb.
Luckily no one was home, all of his relatives must be out adventuring for the day.
So when the front door shut, Bucky let his Alpha pin him against the surface.
It was a little uncomfortable at first, mostly because the doorknob was poking into his back as they made out, but they quickly righted that when T’Challa picked Bucky up, the Omega’s legs wrapping around his waist.
Bucky could feel the bump of his belly press into T’Challa’s ribs, and the baby started kicking, probably unhappy from all the movement.
Bucky laughed as they walked up the stairs (well, as T’Challa walked up the stairs, while he was carried up like the princess he truly was), the feel of T’Challa’s head pressed against his neck tickled as the Alpha’s hair rubbed under his jaw.
When they made it to Bucky’s old room, the Omega was laid gently on the bed, his back relaxing into the messy blankets that they didn’t make up this morning.
He grinned breathlessly at his Alpha when T’Challa’s fingers worked at his jeans, undoing the button and zipper before pulling the pants strait off in one fluid motion.
And then came the shirt, and all Bucky was left in was his boxers.
When T’Challa went to pull those off too Bucky tutted, pointing his finger at the others bottoms.
“I’m not taking these off until you take those off.”
“Mmm, bargaining with me?” The Alpha asked, a playful grin on his face as he crawled over Bucky.
“You bet your ass, I’m just trying to play a fair game here.”
T’Challa was completely over him, his large palms on either side of Bucky’s face while both of the Alpha’s legs surrounded Bucky’s hips.
Bucky felt himself get wet at the sight of his boyfriend sitting up to pull his shirt of, revealing his hardened muscles, the sculpted lines of his chest and the deep, rich tone of his skin.
Bucky was the luckiest Omega.
When T’Challa went to pull Bucky’s underwear down again, the Omega said, “Nuh uh, pants first.”
The Alpha let out a low growl, before unbuttoning his jeans and shimmying out of them.
Bucky loved how he look in those dark blue boxer briefs, they were so tight, hugging his muscled thighs.
When T’Challa put his fingers on Bucky’s underwear again, he made eye contact with the Omega, asking permission.
Bucky bit his lip, looking down at his Alpha, making him wait.
Until he finally nodded.
With how fast the material was removed Bucky wasn’t sure wether or not the bottoms were ripped from his body or not (He hoped not, those things were expensive and comfy as hell).
The Alpha spread Bucky’s legs, giving kisses down the Omega’s neck, over his full chest, gentle pecks around his belly while his hands framed both sides of the bump, before moving lower, towards the inside of Bucky’s thighs.
The Omega felt his legs tighten around T’Challa’s shoulder, and the Alpha grunted at the sudden feeling of being squeezed.
“Damn,” T’Challa huffed once Bucky released him. “These legs are strong.”
Bucky laughed, moving a hand down to pat his Alpha’s head apologetically.
“Sorry, babe.” He whispered.
Only to squeal when a finger went up his ass.
He pulled T’Challa’s body back up towards his face, the Alpha knowing full well that Bucky liked to make out when his boyfriend was stretching him.
And they kissed, passionately, as T’Challa kept adding fingers.
The fact that Bucky was an Omega meant he didn’t need to be stretch as much as a male Beta or Alpha would need, his body was ready for the further intrusion and the amount of slick he produced because of the pregnancy would only make it easier for the Alpha to slide in.
And his Alpha, graceful as ever, slid in no problem.
Bucky’s swears T’Challa’s good at everything. Baking? He’s a Pinterest recipe legend. Sports? Boy could chuck a ball across a football field if he wanted. Art? Well, he can draw a very realistic horse for some reason. And sex? His Alpha just knew every spot on the Omega that drove Bucky wild.
And just Incase anyone had come home, Bucky tried to keep his noises quiet.
At one point, when T’Challa’s hips were relentlessly pounding into him Bucky’s hand shot of the bed, trying to find purchase but only knocking down the bedside clock.
He heard it clatter against the wood floor, and only cursed for a moment at the sound before he was distracted again, instead finding purchase on T’Challa’s strong shoulders.
A moment later he heard a click, and a voice, before he looked over at the door to see-
“Oh my god! Get out!” Bucky yelled.