You can't just leave us on a cliffhanger like that! Please can we have a part two??? I'm interested to see what the mutual reaction is when Bucky and Steve realise the other is into the same kink...well I mean Steve already knows but Bucky was so SHY and that's a mental image I will cherish😍😍😍 shy blushing chubby!Bucky is *chefs kisses*
Part One
Thanks for this ask, yess, shy, blushing Buck is the best! I'm gonna go ahead and integrate it into chubtober day two and kill two birds with one stone :D
Bucky kept replaying those words in his head again and again. He'd wanted to ask if Steve really meant that. Not just a phrase to confirm they would meet up, but actually going out to dinner as a... well, a date.
The alarm he'd set on his phone went off and signaled the end of his lunch break before Bucky could ask Steve to clarify. In all honesty, he wanted to talk to Steve face-to-face about this (whatever this was exactly). So, they'd agreed to go back to work or tried to at least.
Even though nothing had really changed, there was a palpable tension between them. Steve had kept his channel unmuted, so Bucky could hear the clicking of his keyboard and the faint sounds of the office.
Bucky’s pulse finally started to calm down. He was just about to go back to finishing up the spreadsheet he was working on, when the growling of his stomach disrupted the silence between them. It sounded incredibly loud to Bucky’s own ears and he waited with bated breath if Steve had heard anything. The silence stretched out for a moment longer and Bucky was almost sure that Steve hadn’t heard his belly demanding food.
“I probably interrupted your lunch break, didn’t I?” Steve asked and Bucky swallowed hard as he tried to figure out what to say. Steve beat him to it.
“You still got something to eat?”
“Uhm, yeah,” Bucky swallowed again, his pulse was racing, “there’s some leftover lasagna from yesterday in the fridge.”
“Do you eat anything besides pasta?” Steve asked jokingly.
“It’s cheap”—Bucky shrugged—“and pretty high calorie.” He ducked his head with a sheepish smile even though Steve couldn’t see him, Bucky felt the urge to hide his face.
This was as close to admitting that he was actively gaining weight to another person as he’d ever come. Sure, in the comfort of his home it was easy to tease himself about pigging out, but to trust someone else with that piece of information a whole other.
“Do you think you should be eating that type of stuff, Bucky?” It was a perfectly reasonable question, but the tone of Steve’s voice struck a match in that part of his brain.
“Probably not.”
“Probably not,” Steve agreed. He waited for a beat before he added, “you wanna get that lasagna for me, Buck?”
He was out of his chair in record time for how full he already felt. The order of pasta he’d eaten barely 20 minutes ago was still weighing heavily in his stomach, but Bucky still wanted to eat more. Push himself from full to stuffed and he wanted to do it for Steve. That thought made Bucky waddle back to his desk as fast as possible. When Bucky sat back down though, his nerves got the better of him again.
“I— uh, I got the food. Do you— What should I do?” Steve laughed quietly and the sound sent sparks down Bucky’s spine.
“I want you to eat it. Think you can do that? Maybe even finish everything off you just brought back to your desk?” Bucky eyed the half-full pan.
“I don’t think—” Bucky hated how unsure of himself he sounded, but Steve stepped in to reassure him.
“Don’t worry, just however much you can manage. I just don’t want you to go hungry.” Bucky swallowed and kept from stating the obvious. As much as he’d just fantasized and talked about eating a huge dessert after all the food he’d already eaten, if Bucky was honest with himself he was already quite full.
When the first bite of the reheated lasagna hit his tongue, Bucky couldn’t help but hum at how good it tasted after the tomato sauce had had time to soak into the sheets of lasagna noodles. Though when he swallowed the food hit his stomach like a brick.
No matter how hard he tried or how much he wanted to. There physically wasn’t enough room for Bucky to eat more than a quarter of the remaining lasagna. An almost painful burp worked it’s way out of his mouth and Bucky couldn’t help, but groan at the discomfort in his belly.
“You’re doing so well, Bucky. Do you think you can eat—” Bucky interrupted Steve right away, he was too stuffed to care much about his nerves anymore. “Hurts,” Bucky managed to force out while he tried to breathe through the discomfort in his belly.
Steve quickly adjusted to what Bucky had said and reassured him that he’d eaten more than enough. Bucky was worried for a moment that Steve might cancel their dinner plans, now that Bucky was already completely stuffed and he wasn’t likely to digest all of this until the end of the work day.
“How about we turn that dinner date into a movie night, hm? Just a random horror flick you don’t have to concentrate on, so I can rub your poor overstuffed belly and help you digest everything you just ate.”
Bucky couldn’t believe his luck and just sighed while rubbing circles into the stretched out skin of his upper belly.
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