Bucky admired his mate more than any other person in the world for more reasons than he could count; though that didn't mean he didn't try on an almost daily basis.
For one, Sam had found it in his big heart to love Bucky, a man who thought he couldn't be loved for so long. Another reason was that he was an incredible person. He'd risked his own happiness to give his sister the family she wanted, despite many warnings not to because his own future Alpha could reject him. Sam was also hard working, he worked for what he wanted and needed, and he always thought of others. Even at Christmas, when his name was being bad mouthed and his ability to be Captain America was being called into question due to his designation as an Omega and the fact he had wanted basic privacy, he was more concerned about making sure his sister, his nephews and Bucky would be and were all right.
Sam currently was having a bit of a rough time with his pregnancy.
He was well into his seventh month and with it being his third pregnancy and despite him being a man, his bump (which in male Omegas tended to be smaller) was prominent and swollen for all to see. The size of his bump was causing Sam some discomfort. Bucky did not doubt that the extra weight was heavy, and it was no wonder Sam frequently complained of an aching back. Along with this his hormones were all over the place, sometimes making him feel ill to the point of light sensitivity, nausea and almost unpredictable mood swings. The bump was also affecting his balance, Bucky often worried about Sam being on his own in case he fell and got injured, but he was careful to keep himself in check when voicing his concerns. It gave him some peace of mind that F.R.I.D.A.Y had eyes all over the Compound and its extensive grounds so should Sam become off-balanced help would reach him quickly. But still, an Alpha couldn't help but worry.
Back in the 40s, Bucky had always prided himself as a caring and loving Alpha and now he was really showing what his ma had taught him. He loved Sam and wanted to support him through this experience. He made sure the bedroom lights were always set to a very dim setting first thing in the morning, he made sure the nest was comfy and always strongly scented so it was soothing, he made sure there were always hoodies or shirts Sam could wear that smelled like him if he had to go out on a mission. He just wished he could help Sam feel better or show him how much he appreciated him.
He could smell it before Sam said anything, with his sense of smell heightened from the Serum, Bucky probably knew about the shift in Sam's hormones before Sam even did. Sam had come back from his morning walk he took with Pepper around the lake near their neighbouring cabins in the woods by the Compound. Sam kicked off his sneakers, pulling an uncomfortable face, and slowly and gently he moved to lower himself onto the couch. Bucky decided to start there. He poured Sam some coffee and took it over to him, pecking his lips as he handed it over and got to work on his plan to show Sam just how much he appreciated and loved him.
"Good walk?" He asked, perching on the pouffe and lifting one of Sam's feet into his lap.
"Mm-hmm," Sam's noise of confirmation shifted as Bucky started rubbing his foot. "It was nice, the weather is really starting to improve finally. This is nicer though," Sam told him, after a moment, sighing and pushing into Bucky's fingers.
Bucky smiled, barely keeping himself from smirking and giving the game away. After making Sam melt under his attentions for ten minutes, Bucky switched his attention to the other foot. Sam's cooling coffee sat long forgotten on the end table beside him after he had almost spilled it and sounds spilled freely from his lips as Bucky continued rub his feet. He kept Sam's foot elevated over his growing erection, triggered by the sounds and pheromones coming from his mate.
Slowly, Bucky moved his hands from Sam's foot and up to massage the back of his calves and knees, bringing both of his mate's feet to rest in his lap.
"Mmm, what're you up to?" Sam asked, his tone teasing.
"You've been having a rough go of it these last few weeks, wanted to treat you and pamper my mate a little," Bucky told him. "You wanna continue this upstairs? I'll draw you a nice warm bath to soak in, then I've got some nice oils to use while I give you a good massage, help your back a little." Bucky spoke slowly, his words dripping with temptation.
"That sounds wonderful," Sam agreed, "help me up?" He asked, reaching his hands towards Bucky.
"Not yet doll, you relax with your feet up, finish your coffee while I run you that bath," Bucky told him, leaning forward to peck Sam on the lips and his stomach. As he retreated up the stairs he quietly asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to play some of Sam's favourite soothing music while he finished his coffee.
In the bathroom, Bucky ran the warm water and added some of Sam's Omega bubble bath, designed to give off calming scents through the bubbles. Once he was sure the water was perfect, he returned downstairs and offered both hands to help Sam to his feet, pressing a kiss to his lips before leading him upstairs. Sam had a quick rinse off in their walk-in shower before sinking into the warm bubbles and laying back against the pillow made of towels Bucky had made. Bucky sat on a stool behind Sam's head and prepared a conditioning treatment they had worked out through trial and error. The pregnancy had made Sam's scalp drier and itchier than usual, and Sarah had recommended a formula she used when Cass' scalp had been bad when he was a toddler. A few tweaks later and Sam reported his head felt better after applying the treatment every couple of weeks in rotation with his usual routine.
Sam's hands were his next port of call, the skin on his hands and around his nails was suffering much the same as his scalp. He started with the left hand, applying moisturiser, and massaging the hand, wrist and forearm and trimming and filing Sam's nails, before repeating with the right. He left Sam to relax with the music and bubbles while he set something up in their bedroom. When he was ready, he returned to his stool at Sam's side and dipped his hand into the water to check the temperature.
"How're you feeling?"
"Relaxed and pampered."
"Get used to that feeling," Bucky smiled, cupping some water and pouring it over the part of Sam's bump that poked out of the water. "How's our girl?"
"Energetic as ever," Sam smiled affectionately. "We should probably start thinking about names for her soon. She'll be with us before we know it," Sam stroked a hand over his stomach as he spoke. "We shouldn't tell anybody her name though, when we do decide," he said, completely serious. "My mama told me it was bad luck, and I haven't been able to shake the superstition."
"We don't have to tell anyone until we're ready," Bucky assured him, scooping and dropping more water. "May I?" He asked to touch the bump and Sam nodded. Since he had first felt their daughter kick a couple of weeks before Bucky's fascination with Sam's stomach had increased. He still asked permission when he wanted to feel though, which Sam appreciated. Bucky laid his palm on the exposed part of Sam's stomach and rubbed a circle with his thumb, "what're we gonna call you angel?" He smiled as he felt a foot press against his thumb. She was really used to his voice. "Did you have any in mind?" He asked Sam.
"A couple," Sam shrugged non-commitally. "None I'm attached to."
"We'll find something," Bucky replied softly. He did have a couple of names in mind, but he wasn't sure how Sam would feel about them. Well, mainly one. "How's the water?" He asked, changing the subject.
"Starting to get a little cold," Sam admitted.
"You want out?" Sam nodded and Bucky helped him out of the bath and wrapped a soft bathrobe around him before draining the water. Bucky gently pat him dry and led him to their bedroom where he'd laid out some towels on the bed.
"What's all this?"
"I know your back's been giving you problems, so I thought I'd give you a massage and see where we go from there." Bucky pressed his chest to Sam's clothed back and nuzzled his nose against Sam's mating mark. Sam pushed back against him and let out a soft moan.
"That sounds great," Sam agreed.
Sam de-robed while Bucky shed his shirt and got the oils ready. He'd already checked with Shuri, just to be safe, that the oils wouldn't damage his arm. Bucky had wrapped Sam's pregnancy pillow in a towel and used it to help him sit on the bed so he could massage Sam's back. He poured the oil on his hands to warm it up and started with his shoulders, letting Sam's sighs and soft moans guide his actions. Kneeling behind Sam he moved his hands lower working through the knots in Sam's back.
"Feel good?" Bucky breathed by Sam's ear.
"Feels great," Sam sighed, arching his back as Bucky's hands reached his lower back, where he was experiencing the worst effects.
Bucky sensed the pheromones Sam was giving off change and become stronger. The underlying spike in horniness he had sensed when Sam got home from his walk was bubbling to the surface. He started rubbing his oiled hands over Sam's sides and around the front of his stomach. Sam turned his head to kiss and nip at Bucky's mating mark on his neck. The smell of slick hit Bucky, thick and heavily scented as it spread from Sam's ass to the towels beneath him. Bucky's hands stilled either side of Sam's bump, his fingers splayed out.
"Your body never ceases to amaze me," he murmured, slowly moving his hands to spread the oil around. He brought his hands up, over the bump to cup Sam's pecks, which had begun to swell over recent weeks, ready to nurse their baby. Bucky turned his face to kiss Sam's temple and murmur against his skin, "your beautiful, brilliant body, creating life, working so hard," Bucky praised, massaging Sam's pecks, which, thankfully were no longer sore or tender. He brushed his thumbs over Sam's nipples, Sam moaned, heaving his chest towards the touch. "I'm going to worship you Sam, I'm going to make you cum as many times as you can bare it," Sam shivered as Bucky pinched down on his nipples. "Does that sound good to you?"
"Fuck yes," Sam moaned. Bucky continued teasing Sam's nipples until he shivered through his first orgasm of the afternoon.
Bucky carefully moved away from Sam and gently laid him on his side and alternated between massaging his lower back, rubbing his side or his bump. Occasionally, Bucky's hand would slip under the bump and wrap around his hard cock for a single stroke, drawing a moan or a gasp from Sam before he returned to one of the other three things. After a short while he guided Sam onto his other side and repeated what he'd been doing before.
As he went, Bucky slowly dipped lower over Sam's ass. He took a second to wipe his oiled hands on the towels around them before running the tips of his fingers over Sam's hole which was leaking generous amounts of slick. Sam's ass jerked when Bucky's fingers tickled his rim. His fingers circled like a hunter, pressing against the edge, teasing to open Sam up but then pulling back at the last moment before penetration.
"Buck," Sam whimpered, pushing his ass onto Bucky's fingers. Bucky smirked.
"That's not my name doll," Bucky teased, pushing a single finger in barely an inch before pulling out again. Bucky moved from behind Sam to in front of him, he reached between Sam's legs to rub his finger over Sam's hole, pressing but not entering. He laid on his side and stroked a hand over the curve of Sam's stomach. "What's my name?" He asked.
"Ja-AMES," as Sam answered, Bucky wrapped his free hand around the base of Sam's cock, swallowed the head, and pushed his middle finger straight into Sam. "James, fuck, James," Sam moaned.
"Hmm?" Bucky hummed around his cock, questioningly, looking up at him with those blue eyes. He locked eyes with Sam and sucked him deep into his throat. He pressed into Sam's ass feeling the muscles fluttering and contracting around him in an internal Omega orgasm. The second type of orgasm a male omega could experience.
Bucky continued to tease, pamper and worship Sam until he sensed a dip in his hormones and brought their activities to an end. He ran a second bath for them to lay in together after cleaning the excess massage oils from Sam's skin. He fixed the nest, ready for later that evening and they curled up under blankets on the couch to watch a movie together while Bucky held his mate close to him basking in the happy, relaxed and loving pheromones permeating the air.
