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A knock woke Steve up. He hadn't realized he had passed out until he noticed that his apartment was dark. Forcing himself up, Steve turned the table lamp on and drowsily made his way to the door. Clumsily knocking his shin against the coffee table and his hip against the dining chair.

As he reached the door and started unlocking it, he heard Johann ask, "Is there something I can help you with?"

"I think I got it, thanks," Bucky answered.

"You must be lost, though," Johann insisted.

Steve rolled his eyes as he finally got the last lock and opened the door. Grabbing Bucky's hand, he pulled him inside and told Johann, "I'll handle it from here."

"Are you –"

Closing the door while the pushy alpha was still talking, but Steve definitely didn't care. As soon as the door was closed, Steve turned and immediately embraced Bucky. Wrapping his arms around the strong torso and burying his nose against the alpha's scent gland.

Inhaling deeply, Steve could feel his muscles relaxing instantly. Scent marking Steve's back, Bucky teased, "Hi?"

"Hi," Steve greeted against Bucky's muscular chest, holding him tighter. "How was your day?"

"My day was fine," Bucky softly chuckled, just standing there, letting Steve indulge himself. Running his wrist down Steve's mildly crooked spine, "What about you?"

In annoyance Steve groaned and complained, "Awful."

Bucky kissed the top of his head, "I'm sorry, honey."

Steve shrugged. Deeply inhaling, he pulled back to look up at Bucky's face and pouted, "Natasha said the baby looks like an alien."

Clearly fighting a smile, Bucky pressed his lips together. Playfully, Steve pulled out of the embrace and swatted at him as he jokingly accused, "You think our baby looks like an alien?"

"I mean, they're still developing," Bucky shrugged following Steve down the hallway. Setting his bag on the kitchen island, Bucky defended himself, "If she says it once they're out of the oven, then we kick her out of our lives forever for disrespecting our perfect pup."

Shaking his head, Steve couldn't help the smile glued to his face. While Bucky unzipped his duffle bag and started digging through it, Steve took a seat in his nest, as Bucky continued, "I'm serious. Those are fighting words."

Slinging a large fleece blanket over his shoulder, Bucky crossed the open floor plan. Shaking the bedspread out, the alpha's scent wafted around Steve, causing his chest to unclench. Especially when Bucky draped it over Steve's petite frame.

Tucking Steve in, Bucky pressed a kiss to his temple and asked, "Is it alright if I jump in the shower real quick?"

"Yeah," Steve confirmed. Nuzzling the soft blanket, he added, "For future reference, you don't have to ask, you can just take one."

"Noted," Bucky nodded, leaning down to press one more kiss to Steve's temple.

Or at least, that was probably his plan.

Rolling onto his back, Steve removed one hand from the blanket, and brought it up and around the back of Bucky's neck. With little effort, Steve pulled the brunet down into a kiss. Tenderly, their mouths slotted against one another.

At first, it was just a kiss. But then Steve's hormones butted in.

Deepening the kiss, Steve licked his way inside Bucky's mouth and threaded his fingers in brown locks, pulling Bucky closer. Already Steve could feel the slick lubricating his hole and his cock was starting to harden. Bucky must've smelled his arousal because Steve could smell Bucky's.

Bucky groaned and leaned further into Steve. Passionately grabbing at Steve's thigh. Steve moaned and kicked off the blanket so they could be closer. All he wanted was Bucky's muscular body as close as it could be. Running his hand down that toned torso, Steve reached that growing bulge and gave it a delicate squeeze.

That was when Bucky pulled back. Panting, he searched Steve's eyes as he asked, "Is this the reason why you wanted me to stay the night?"

"No," Steve shook his head. His breathing was just as erratic as Bucky's and he half-joked, "I wanted your scent."

Chuckling, Bucky rested his forehead against Steve's and assured, "You know, it's alright if it is. I just want to know if I should view us as fuck buddies or..."

Steve's brows furrowed as he watched Bucky avert his gaze and the apples of his cheeks start to redden. Steve curiously prompted, "Or?"

"Or," Bucky chewed the inside of his lower lip as he redirected his attention to Steve. As his scent turned nervous, like hoping someone liked the gift you got them on Christmas morning, Bucky looked into Steve's eyes, "Or if you'd like to try and... be... more."

Steve's heart stuttered and he sat up. Which made Bucky sit back on his feet as he looked up at the petite omega. His hormones causing his eyes to go misty, Steve pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and his brows furrowed, "Are you saying that you want to date me?"

"I –" Bucky paused as he searched Steve's eyes. Only, once tears started rolling down Steve's cheeks, Bucky's expression twisted into concern. Unsure of what to do, Bucky reached up and affectionately wiped his tears as he clarified, "Fuck, I didn't want to make you cry. I'm so sorry. I just... fuck. Steve, please don't cry, I'm so, so sorry. I just thought that maybe we could... I like you. We seem to have a good time together and I care about you, and... fuck... sweetheart, I didn't want to make you cry. I'm so sorry."

Of course, that only made the tears fall harder. Especially when Bucky's eyes turned glassy with unshed tears as he worked to wipe Steve's tears away. "Please... Stevie, doll. I –"

Fondly, Steve pressed a sweet kiss to Bucky's lips, causing the alpha to stop talking. Sniffling, Steve suggested, "Maybe we can just see where this goes? Because I'd like that."

The bitterness left Bucky's scent as it turned hopeful once more and Bucky agreed, "We can do that. We can do anything you want."

Using the sleeve of his baggy sweatshirt to dry his face, Steve hiccupped as he asked, "What do you want?"

"You," Bucky admitted, cradling Steve's face in his large hands, "All I want is you. Whether it's as a co-parent or a friend or a lover or a ma–" Bucky cut himself off before picking back up, "It doesn't matter to me as long as you're in my life."

Tackling Bucky in a kiss, Bucky fell backwards and Steve fell on top of him. Luckily, Bucky had decent reflexes and caught himself so he didn't hit his head on the coffee table. Around Bucky's lips, Steve checked, "You okay?"

"Yup," Bucky assured, stroking Steve's high cheekbone with his thumb, "You?"

"Uh huh," Steve confirmed, allowing Bucky's tongue entrance to his mouth. Knowing deep down that if Bucky suggested they run off to Vegas, he'd probably agree. He'd wonder why Bucky chose him and try to warn him the whole way about the huge mistake he was making choosing someone out of his league, but he'd go, regardless.

This time around neither of them tried to deepen the kiss, they were just enjoying kissing each other. When they finally pulled apart, Steve rested his head on Bucky's broad shoulder while Bucky affectionately scent marked him. Occasionally, Bucky would kiss Steve's forehead and Steve nuzzled closer. In awe with how just being near the alpha was able to soothe his anxieties entirely, and not knowing how pregnant omegas without their alphas managed.

Bucky pressed another kiss to Steve's forehead and kept his lips there as he prompted, "Steve?"

"Hmm?" Steve hummed, feeling like he could fall asleep right there in Bucky's lap.

"I still need to take a shower," Bucky clarified.

"Alright," Steve sighed. Giving the side of Bucky's neck a quick peck before standing up.  Extending his hand towards Bucky, helping the alpha to his feet.

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