Jealously and Drunk Cuddling
Bucky quickly walked down the street, his hands shoved in his pockets. The smell of Tony lingered in Bucky's nose, and he sighed.
He wondered briefly if Tony had a mate somewhere, but he supposed not, if he didn't smell it. He turned his head upwards and squinted, the bright sun just rising into the sky.
His home, a little shabby house on the outskirts of town, was waiting for him. He briskly went inside and set his coat on the rack.
"Bucky?" Steve's voice came from somewhere inside. His head popped around the corner, a wide smile showing his perfect teeth.
"Hey, Stevie," Bucky muttered, giving a lame half-smile back. Steve frowned and plopped down on the kitchen chair.
"What's up?" He asked, leaning back. Bucky shook his head, not wanting to think of Tony any more then he was. Steve pouted, in that stupid way he did, and Bucky groaned and sat down.
"It's a long story," Bucky rubbed his eyes. Damn, was he tired.
"I got time."
Bucky rolled a shoulder and began. "There's someone named Tony-" Steve stiffened and his jaw clenched. He stood up and quickly went to the sink for a drink. Bucky stared up at Steve in confusion.
"Actually, I need to get some stuff. I'll listen to it, later, or whatever," Steve drawled.
"O-kay?" Bucky blinked. He watched Steve grab a jacket and sling it over his shoulder, and leave the house.
Bucky stared at the empty kitchen, where his friend had been, and he wondered where Tony could be.
How dare he? Tony had met all different kinds of alpha; mean, angry, solid, quiet, even nice-ish when around an omega in heat. But Bucky, some guy Tony didn't even know, telling him he shouldn't be- what was it? Selling himself out?
Last he checked, he wasn't getting money for it, and he sure as hell wasn't listening to this crazy dude. Even if he had an aching desire to be held in Bucky's arms, he was not that desperate.
Tony huffed, blowing out a breath of hot air. His body ached to be touched, and Tony was going insane. He wanted to show him- show him that he did not need to go to clubs to be okay.
But it had been six hours from the time he had promised himself that, and at this point he wasn't sure he could keep it. His wrist was tired, and it just wasn't enough.
He felt weak as he half-jogged to the club. The warm air just added to the sweat accumulating on his body, his clothes were sticking to him.
The club was dark inside, with strobe lights shining into everyone's eyes. Tony could feel the watching eyes of the men practically drooling over him.
Tony ordered a drink, a scotch, and poured it down his throat. The burn made him want more, and soon he was tipsy.
"Gotta dance," he muttered to himself, and maybe the bartender. His body felt loose, and hot and sweaty, and he swayed to the pumping music emitting from the giant speakers.
He felt everyone cluster around him. A pair of hands gripped his hips, pulling him towards a small blonde man. He pushed his hips against Tony's ass, grinding quickly while sucking on his neck.
Tony basked in all the attention, and soon he was being shoved against a wall, with a strange man he didn't know the name of thrusting into him.
"Fuck," Tony grit his teeth and used his hands to brace himself against the peeling green wall of the back room.
It seemed like every man in the club had a turn with him, and Tony actually felt satisfied for a while. He drank some more and took whatever the men gave him, and soon he was, again, walking back home without a shirt and ripped pants.
He hummed as the cool air of his living room hit his hot face. He laid down on the sofa, his body hurting. He closed his eyes, and felt sleep creeping up on him.
Then, he realized someone was staring at him. His hair stuck up in the air as he jumped up on his feet, ready to fight for his life. His eyes fell on Bucky, standing in the middle of the room, and Tony sagged.
"What the fuck do you want?" Tony laid back down, too tired to deal with this man.
"I saw you again," Bucky whispered hoarsely. Tony rolled his eyes and turned towards the wall.
"Is that all? Or were you one of the people who fucked me?" Tony snickered, glancing back at Bucky's red face.
"No!" He yelled, then hunched his shoulders at his tone. This guy is weird, Tony thought.
"Then why are you here?" Tony closed his eyes again and tried to sleep.
He gasped as he felt Bucky's hand on his knee. He sat up, ready to scream at the guy who practically broke into his house to lecture him, and then he saw Bucky's face.
"You- you don't have to keep doing this. I can't... can't say I know what you're going through, but I don't like seeing you there," Bucky explained, stumbling on his words. Like an idiot, Tony thinks.
"Why do you care, exactly?" Tony swallowed, and he thought his body was ready to collapse on him.
"I just-" Bucky cut himself off. He stood up, brushing his hand up Tony's thigh. "I don't want to see you there anymore, okay? Please," he added, his fingers curling and uncurling.
"Fine, whatever," Tony snapped, standing up and pushing Bucky out of the way. His body still tingled weirdly at his touch, and Tony needed some water.
"Don't you have someone already?" He finally said. "I can smell him on you."
"What?" Bucky blinked and quickly followed Tony into the kitchen. "I have a roommate, but he's just a friend," he explained, grabbing the glass that was shaking in Tony's tired, drunk hand. He filled it with water and tipped it to Tony's mouth, which Tony gladly excepted.
Once he was finished and Bucky placed the glass in the sink, Tony spoke. "Just because-" Tony coughed drunkly, "-you think you're just friends doesn't mean he thinks so," Tony kind-of-slurred. He was starting to feel better, but Bucky's arms, which were wrapped around Tony's waist to keep him standing, was intoxicating in itself.
Bucky was silent, his eyes wide. Tony grinned, feeling like he had finally stumped this mystery man, and he shakily left Bucky's arms to go back to the couch.
His torso felt bare without Bucky's warmth, and he desperately wanted them back on his hips. Preferably while he was slamming into him, but Tony would take what he could get.
Bucky seemed to sense Tony's thoughts, and gratefully tightened his hands on Tony's waist, pulling him closer. Tony stared at the couch, five feet away, and decided it was too far, anyway.
"Tony?" Bucky asked.
"Hmm?"
"Do you need a nap?" Bucky didn't wait for an answer, and swung Tony into his arms. Tony gaped, surprised, as Bucky led him straight to his room, with no instructions.
"You're creepy," Tony complained. Bucky grinned and set Tony down on the bed, crawling in beside him.
"Hey! I didn't say you could stay the day, buddy," Tony wanted to fight, but honestly, he just wanted to nap with the feeling of Bucky holding him.
"Just sleep," Bucky murmured, brushing Tony's sticky hair out of his face. Tony grunted and cuddled into Bucky, and the blankets, and decided that one day couldn't hurt.