who the hell is Bucky?

“Hmm, home, yeah.” Bucky replied, nuzzling into Steve’s neck. “But no dinner just yet. I want us to take a shower, wash any of that scent off you. Then you can have some of my clothes to wear. I know it’s effort, but I just need you to only smell like me, or you, or us. Just until I can handle it.” Bucky said slightly apologetically because he knew he would be inconveniencing Steve for something that was his issue and definitely not Steve’s fault. But right now he was too sensitive to other Alphas, so it was either home to shower and change, or dragging Steve into an empty classroom and getting them both off so that the smell of Sam was undetectable over the scent of sex. One of those options just seemed more…polite.

“Alright. Let’s get back home then. Shower and change.” Tomorrow would be easier. Steve could feel that slow ease of relief that came at the end of every heat, so things would be relatively back to normal after that.. But until then, Steve would placate Bucky with affection while they made their way home. Since his mother had already gone to work, Steve was quick to shed the clothes he had been wearing on his way up to the bathroom. That at least got some of the scent off of him. “Y’know if we had been near a bathroom that hadn’t been locked for the day already I would’ve suggested you take me in there.” Because Steve could be a dirty birdy sometimes. “But a shower works just as well.” especially with the soap specially designed for omegas to sponge away unwanted scents.

As soon as they were through the door Steve’s clothes were flying as he made his way up to the shower and Bucky followed suit, taking in the lungfuls of air in the house that smelled of home, and Steve, and him. Of course Sarah’s subtle scent wafted in the background but it was easy to ignore as Bucky crowded Steve into the bathroom, the shower already steaming behind him. Bucky cupped his cheek in one palm, kissing him lightly first before trailing his lips down to the bonding mark and licking and nibbling over it. “Hmm, shower. Now.” Bucky murmured against Steve’s throat with one final kiss to Steve’s mark.

Bucky had quickly rushed out of his last class, putting his books away and making sure he had everything to complete his work for that night. He had told Steve to wait by the lab and he’d come and fetch him and they could leave together. When Bucky turned the corner and saw Steve waiting there, he instantly broke into a grin, walking towards his mate, ready to give him a hello kiss. Bucky got within 2 feet of Steve and stopped dead in his tracks; he could smell Alpha, not strongly, but almost lingering. Bucky looked around but no one else was in this corridor, let alone another Alpha. He turned his head from side to side just to check that a particularly strong Alpha scent wasn’t just in the hall; when he checked though, he still found the smell was lingering over Steve’s right hand side. Bucky couldn’t help the low growl that started coming from him. “I can smell it. Who is it hmm? Who is it you smell like Stevie? Because meant to smell like me.” Bucky said lowly; it was deep and almost threatening but Bucky hoped they both knew it was just his protective instinct and nothing to do with wanting to do any harm to Steve.

“M’sorry Buck. It’s just Sam. He was my lab partner. We tried our best not to touch but you know those lab tables are tiny. He didn’t mean it.” At least Sam was a friend; someone trusted, and also involved with an Omega named Riley. Not that they had mated yet, but that was hardly the point. He and Steve had never had any interest in one another in that way. Still, didn’t stop Steve from seeking to rub Buckys’ scent into him, and he even purred a little in an attempt to make his mate feel better about the situation. There was only so much he could do given the circumstances… And the fact that they were in public. “Let’s go home, yeah? And maybe we can get some dinner? Betcha ma’s got some stuff already heated up for us.” Yup. Distraction technique. Smooth move, Steve.

“Hmm, home, yeah.” Bucky replied, nuzzling into Steve’s neck. “But no dinner just yet. I want us to take a shower, wash any of that scent off you. Then you can have some of my clothes to wear. I know it’s effort, but I just need you to only smell like me, or you, or us. Just until I can handle it.” Bucky said slightly apologetically because he knew he would be inconveniencing Steve for something that was his issue and definitely not Steve’s fault. But right now he was too sensitive to other Alphas, so it was either home to shower and change, or dragging Steve into an empty classroom and getting them both off so that the smell of Sam was undetectable over the scent of sex. One of those options just seemed more...polite.

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As soon as they entered the building everyone seemed aware of them; new as big as this spread like wildfire with this many teenagers, and it quickly became apparent that everyone knew about their new bond to some extent or another. Bucky walked Steve up to his locker, chatting as Steve got his books sorted; Bucky’s own locker was only around the corner, so they could stop there on the way to class. “Yeah, that is the good thing. Y’know I read somewhere that bonding makes your heat shorter and less painful, so that’s another bonus.” Bucky said as they kept walking. Luckily they had English first but there were few classes where they would be able to be together for long in between. Bucky got his books out of his locker and they began the walk over to English. On the way there Brock passed them, glaring at them in disgust; Bucky didn’t like that look, it made him want to growl and brawl and protect. Instead, to not cause a scene, Bucky simply puffed out his chest and put an arm around Steve’s skinny shoulders.

Unfortunately, some human contact was unavoidable. One of the classes Steve didn’t share with Bucky had quite a few alphas in it, since it was a science class with lab, he ended up having an alpha [not purposefully] brush up against him a time or two while they worked on their chemistry project. Hey, at least he was able to make some slime he could take home in a little container. Maybe showing Bucky the little clear container of sticky, oozy slime might distract him from the scents that inevitably rubbed off on him during the class.. There was one way to find out, as Steve awaited Buckys’ arrival after the bell had rung. Last class of the day, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Bucky had quickly rushed out of his last class, putting his books away and making sure he had everything to complete his work for that night. He had told Steve to wait by the lab and he’d come and fetch him and they could leave together. When Bucky turned the corner and saw Steve waiting there, he instantly broke into a grin, walking towards his mate, ready to give him a hello kiss. Bucky got within 2 feet of Steve and stopped dead in his tracks; he could smell Alpha, not strongly, but almost lingering. Bucky looked around but no one else was in this corridor, let alone another Alpha. He turned his head from side to side just to check that a particularly strong Alpha scent wasn’t just in the hall; when he checked though, he still found the smell was lingering over Steve’s right hand side. Bucky couldn’t help the low growl that started coming from him. “I can smell it. Who is it hmm? Who is it you smell like Stevie? Because meant to smell like me.” Bucky said lowly; it was deep and almost threatening but Bucky hoped they both knew it was just his protective instinct and nothing to do with wanting to do any harm to Steve.

There were eyes on them the moment they stepped onto school property. Of course the school were aware of their situation, so the teachers and Beta security were on guard, but for the time being, no one said or did anything. “You know the good part about heats is that I don’t have to go to phys ed.” Steve’s most hated class.

As soon as they entered the building everyone seemed aware of them; new as big as this spread like wildfire with this many teenagers, and it quickly became apparent that everyone knew about their new bond to some extent or another. Bucky walked Steve up to his locker, chatting as Steve got his books sorted; Bucky’s own locker was only around the corner, so they could stop there on the way to class. “Yeah, that is the good thing. Y’know I read somewhere that bonding makes your heat shorter and less painful, so that’s another bonus.” Bucky said as they kept walking. Luckily they had English first but there were few classes where they would be able to be together for long in between. Bucky got his books out of his locker and they began the walk over to English. On the way there Brock passed them, glaring at them in disgust; Bucky didn’t like that look, it made him want to growl and brawl and protect. Instead, to not cause a scene, Bucky simply puffed out his chest and put an arm around Steve’s skinny shoulders.

Bucky wasn’t even aware that he was growling at the thought of going back to school with Steve still like this, so new and fresh in their bond, until he heard himself doing it. “No one’s gonna fucking touch my Omega. They fucking dare and they’ll regret it.” Bucky said it mostly out of instinct and a little because he knew now would be one of the few times he could get away with it. Bucky dipped his head until his lips met the indent of the mating mark on Steve’s neck, nuzzling into it with his nose and mouth; he then latched his mouth onto the mark, sucking to form even more of the deep red bruising there. “Mine.” Bucky growled out as he sucked over the mark. Luckily it had closed up enough that it didn’t reopen the wound again, but it was a possessive claim nonetheless.

“But it’s a real possibility that people might be assholes tomorrow. I’m glad we share a few classes; I’ll try to get to you as soon as I can between them.” It was going to be tough for him to concentrate; what with him being on the tail end of his heat at that point. They really should  permit them one last day off, but the school  system was complete shit.  He tucked his face into Buckys’ neck, inhaling his scent and bathing himself in it as best he could. It brought him a good degree of security. “I love you.” He couldn’t say it enough. “And I think… I think things will be okay. We’ll work hard.. And we’ll show them all how wrong their views of bonding is.”

“Stay in your classrooms when I’m not there, only leave if the teacher does okay? If the teacher’s in there no one should be causing you trouble.” Bucky said, rubbing the glands on his wrist against the side of Steve’s neck; the scent wasn’t as strong from his wrist glands, but it was a sweet, subtle way of marking Steve as his. “And I want you wearing my clothes, so you smell like me. I’ll have my phone on me all day, so the littlest bit of bother and you let me know okay?” Bucky knew he was being a bit possessive, but the bond was still so new it felt like an open wound yet to close; it was vulnerable and Bucky just wanted to protect them both. “I love you too, more than I got words for.” Bucky replied on a breath. “And if people don’t like it that’s fine; we got people who love us, we got each other, and we’re happy. They can’t take that away from us just by being jerks.”

Bucky waited for a sign of conformation, that Steve did, in fact, want this, and when he got it Bucky had to try hard not to let all the air leave his lungs at once. God this was actually happening, and Bucky was getting harder just thinking about it. “Hmm, I should. After all, it’s my job.” He replied, giving Steve a fleeting peck to show he stilled cared, even if he was going to act like they barely knew each other now this little game of theirs was on. Bucky gripping Steve’s chin in his hand, forcing him to look up at him. “You’ve got a lot of making up to do young man… on your knees, hands behind your back.” Bucky said, proud that his voice didn’t waver even in this new, unknown territory.

Well, Steve took the order and executed it, slowly going to his knees; which were rested upon the pillow, and grasping his hands behind his back to keep them there. It took a lot of discipline not to reach in and go for it; but that was half the fun. He wanted Bucky to have control of the situation. As fiilthy as it seemed, this whole thing had him straining in his jeans, and hell, he’d probably get off untouched if they played their cards right. “Yes, Sir.” He purred up at him, giving a few little innocent looking eyelash flutters. He did his best to keep eye contact, too; only occaisonally shifting his body so he relieved pressure in his jeans… Why he decided to wear skinny jeans, he’ll never know.

I don’t imagine Steve as vocal in bed just little gasped Bucky-s and sighs.

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