Get Beached 2020
Chubby Stucky Part 2
One Scoop - Food Delivery Sampling
Bucky looked up as the doorbell rang, the down at the packages around him. Food containers from three different places sat on the coffee table in front of him, which was all he had ordered. A sampler of the delivery places in the area that served Asian food. When the doorbell rang again, he swallowed the mouthful of food he had and the pulled himself to his feet with a grunt.
As he walked to the door, he yanked down the front of his Henley, which he ridden up to reveal his soft tummy that bulged over his belt. When he looked out the peephole he found the delivery driver from Captain Cuisine standing there in all his blond, built glory.
Bucky took a deep breath before he opened the door, smiling confusedly at the man outside.
“Hi.”
“Hi there,” the driver replied, his smile bright and dimpled, making Bucky’s heart flutter.
“Um, what can I do for you?” Bucky asked.
“Oh, well, I found this container in my car after I made my delivery so I realized I must have missed giving it to you.” The handsome man held out a clear lidded container filled with gyoza.
“Oh,” Bucky said, taking the package, then looking up. “But I didn’t order any dumplings.”
“Hmm…” the driver said, than shrugged, “well, you were my only delivery this run so they must have packed them by mistake. In any case, they’re yours if you want them.” The blond’s eyes traveled down Bucky’s frame, to where his belly rounded out. “Besides, you look like you could give them a good home.”
Bucky flushed, embarrassed. “Um, excuse me?”
The driver’s eyes snapped up and his smile vanished into a look of surprise. “Oh shit, did I just say that out loud?”
Bucky crossed his arms and leaned against the door jamb. “Yeah, you did.”
“Fuck,” the driver fumbled, “I didn’t, I mean, I don’t…”
“Yeah, right. Whatever dude,” Bucky said, his stomach sinking more with every second. “Why don’t you just take your fucking dumplings and fuck off.” He thrust the package back into the other man’s hands and made to step back and close the door.
“No, wait,” the driver fumbled some more, “I didn’t mean it like that…”
“Sure. Asshole.” Bucky said. He had the door practically closed when he heard the other man say one last thing.
“I think you’re really cute!”
Bucky paused, then yanked the door back open. “What did you say?”
“I said I think you’re really cute,” the driver said, his cheeks red. “I know you didn’t order the dumplings. I went back to the store and got an order just so I would have a reason to come talk to you again.”
Bucky stared at the man. “You did what?”
The driver shrugged. “It was the first thing I thought of to see you again. I didn’t want to wait until you ordered from us again.”
Bucky crossed his arms again. “Then what was with the crack?”
“It wasn’t a crack,” he said, “I…Ikindofthinkyourbellyissexy.”
Bucky furrowed his brows. “What?”
“I…kind of think your belly is sexy.” The driver looks down at the ground, unable to meet Bucky’s eyes.
Bucky looked down at himself, and the belly pooch he had grown these last couple months. He put a hand on it and squished it up so it was more pronounced. “You mean this?”
The driver looked up, and blushed harder. “God yes. I mean, it’s not just your belly. All of you is sexy. I just…happen to appreciate a guy with some meat on his bones.”
Bucky snorted, thinking that he definitely qualified for that description recently. “What’s your name?” Bucky asked.
“Rogers. Steve Rogers.”
“Well, Rogers, is this how you meet all your dates?”
“Oh, no,” Steve looked up seriously. “I…uh…don’t date a lot.”
Bucky looked the man up and down. His broad shoulders tapered into a trim waist and powerful thighs. Bucky already knew the man had a gorgeous ass on him from the first delivery. This guy saying he didn’t date was like hearing Tony Stark saying he was dumb. It just didn’t make sense. Then again, he didn’t seem like the most socially adept person ever.
“Uh huh. And how did you figure that I was into guys?”
Steve smirked. “I caught you checking out my ass when I was leaving earlier.”
“Hmmm. Touché.” Bucky hesitated, but then decided to take a chance. “When does your shift end?”
“Fifteen minutes ago, why?”
Bucky reached out and grabbed the guy’s arm. “Because you’re gonna come in here and feed me every one of those dumplings, Rogers.”
Steve’s eyes widened as he was pulled into the house, the door shutting behind him.
