LUCAS GETTING A SPLASH OF PAINT ON HIS FACE AND THEN ELIOTT SLOWLY WIPING IT AWAY WHILE LOCKING EYES WITH LULU AND EVER SO SLOWLY LEANING OVER FOR A KISS
mother, I must know in fine detail.... did Sam ever ask for that entire cake? how many knowing looks did he get from the train staff? did Bucky actually eat the whole thing?? (that's the most pressing question lbr) *chinhands*
Of course he did, child. Of course.
Garbage with some heavy weight-related teasing under the cut.
“You gotta be kidding me.”
Sam steps into the compartment and pulls the door shutbehind him, brandishing an entire chocolate cake at Bucky. “You said you’d eat whatever I broughtback. Better get ready, honey.”
“I can’t eat all that,” Bucky says, even though he’s alreadyshoving himself into a sitting position on the little bed, like he’s all toowilling to try.
“Got to, tubby. Youagreed to the terms,” Sam says, sitting down next to Bucky and opening thebakery box. The cake is beautiful,covered with ganache and cherries, and truthfully it’s not that big—maybe nineinches across, a pretty little circle of sugar and fat and carbs. It’s not like he brought back a whole sheetcake or something.
Without any pretense, Sam forks up an enormous bite andshoves it directly into Bucky’s mouth.
It’s not entirely smooth. Sam’s never actually fed Bucky before, and it’s a little difficult tocoordinate it, somehow, as if putting a utensil in someone else’s mouth is considerablymore complicated than putting it in his own. Bucky takes the huge bite without complaint, though, his tongue dartingout to lick errant frosting from his lip.
“God, that’s good,” Bucky mumbles around a mouthful ofcake.
“Lucky, since you’ve got so much of it to eat.” It’s the usual mouthy shit Sam always says,but it feels different now. It evensounds different—his voice is hushed, taut as piano wire.
“Yeah, real lucky,” Bucky replies when he can catch a breathbetween bites, and his voice is quiet, too.
The first third of the cake disappears amazinglyquickly. No matter how rapidly Sam holdsout each forkful, Bucky takes it, even when he’s still swallowing the previousbite. Even when Sam pushes the loadedtines against his pretty pink lips until he has to open.
As they cross the halfway point, Bucky finally lags, holdingup his hand. “Gimme—gimme just a sec,”he says, panting a little.
“There’s frosting on your cheek.” Sam reaches out, brushing it away.
“Sorry, someone keeps shoving cake in my face.”
“You must have asked for it,” Sam says, purposely scoopingup another bite. “And you’re onlyhalfway done.”
Bucky leans forward with a groan, peering into the box. His belly makes an audible rumble, and Samremembers exactly how much he’s eaten today, before this cake insanity evenstarted.
“Jesus, Sam. I’mgonna pop,” Bucky says after another few bites, pushing on the side of hisbare, bloated tummy where it rounds out in front of him. The blankets are shoved down around his hips,and his chin is doubled. He looks like akid up past his bedtime, soft and sleepy-eyed and just a little petulant. Beautiful.
“You’re not gonna pop,” Sam says, holding out the forkfuland watching as Bucky dutifully eats it. Will he really do this? Reallyeat an entire cake for Sam, just because of some stupid promise he’d made? One he has to know Sam would never force himto honor?
It’s a heady thought.
Sam clears his throat. “Lay back, baby.” He pokes Buckyfirmly in the gut, noting how it still gives under his finger. “Let me help you.”
Bucky obediently flops back against the headboard. “Help me by eating some that yourself.”
“No, you’ve got room,” Sam says firmly, palming the fattestpart of Bucky’s tummy and squeezing a little, then sliding his hand up to thetop of his gut, where he can feel the tightness of Bucky’s packed belly. “You can do it.”
Bucky pushes his gut into Sam’s hand, arching his back alittle. “Hurts.”
“This is what you get for being so greedy,” Sam says,shifting on the bed and shoving his dick down with the heel of his hand. Christ. This is the same kind of shit he’s always saying to Bucky, but doing itnow, while he’s actually feeding him? It’s800 times hotter, and his sweats are doing nothing to disguise the fact thathis dick could probably drill diamonds. Not that Bucky doesn’t know exactly what he’s fucking doing.
“You’re the one that brought an entire cake,” Bucky says,letting Sam shove a couple of enormous bites into his mouth in rapidsuccession. “’m gonna ge’ fat,” hemumbles with his mouth full.
“You’re already fat.” Sam gives his belly a firm tap.
Bucky winces, and Sam palms his gut and jiggles it a coupletimes. Bucky hiccups twice, bellybouncing up, and then lets Sam force another bite into his mouth. “Fatter, then,” he concedes.
“Yeah. Look at you. We’ll have to put you on a diet when we gethome, Bucky. Nothing but chicken andvegetables ‘til you lose some weight.”
It’s the riskiest thing Sam’s ever said to Bucky, in thecourse of this little game they’re playing, and he holds his breath, wonderingif he’s crossed a line.
Bucky, bless his kinky heart, just nods, prodding his gutand accepting yet another bite of cake. “I should,” he agrees, peering up from under his lashes at Sam. “For my own good.”
Fuck. “You shouldwork out, too,” Sam lies, eyeballing the cake box in his lap. There’s only about a slice left, but Bucky’ssweating lightly, and his belly looks like it’s been pumped full of air. Or cake. “Run off some of this junk you keep eating.” He laughs, low and rough in his throat. “You don’t look like you could even get offthe bed right now, tubby.”
Bucky groans, sinking lower in the bed, his belly rising upeven higher. “I can’t. I don’t think I can finish it.”
“Yes you can,” Sam says, and sets the fork down. Fuck it. He reaches into the box and breaks off a chunk of cake. “I’ll help you.”
Bucky’s eyes drift shut, and he looks like the picture ofsubmission until he opens his mouth. “Like you’re gonna help me go on a diet?”
Sam gently pushes the cake between Bucky’s lips, and ashiver runs down his spine as Bucky pulls his index finger into his mouth andsucks.
“Yes, exactly like that, baby.” Sam swallows, letting his mouth runundiluted. “I’ll let you know what youcan have, make sure you don’t cheat. Make you get on the scales for me.”
Bucky shudders, accepting two more enormous bites and thenpromptly talking around them. “Tha’s sogenerous, Sam.”
“Well, I care about you,” Sam says, and his heart thuds inhis chest because it’s the truth, unadulterated. “Here, baby. Last bite.”
Bucky opens his eyes. “It hurts,” he says, his wide gaze utterly without pretense.
“I’m gonna help. Shh.” Sam holds out the lastpiece, and Bucky obediently takes it, chewing in slow motion.
“Good job, baby. That’s so good.” Before Bucky’seven swallowed, Sam’s cleaning him up, swiping frosting from his mouth andbrushing crumbs off of his soft chest, out of the little crease where hischubby pecs sit on the shelf of his gut. “That’s so good, sweetheart.”
Bucky looks up at Sam and then down at himself, at the riseof his belly. It’s enormous, bigger thanSam’s ever seen it. “I can’t believe youbrought me a whole fucking cake,” he says. “You pervert.”
Sam chokes back a laugh, absurdly grateful that Bucky’spulling them back a step or two from the crazy intimacy of the last fewmoments. “You asked for it.”
“Now I’m asking for a belly rub.”
“Roll over,” Sam says, shoving Bucky gently onto his sideand wrapping his arms around him, like he’s the biggest little spoon in theworld. He cups the underneath side ofhis gut, tracing gentle circles on the bloated curve of it. He’s practically hanging off the narrowmattress; unsurprisingly, shoving an entire cake into Bucky hadn’t improved themattress situation at all.
“So a diet, huh?” Bucky’svoice sounds amused.
“Definitely,” Sam lies. “Salmon and kale for months, Bucky.”
“Mmm. I shouldprobably eat a lot between now and when we get home, then. While I have the chance.”
“Of course. I’ll getyou another cake in the morning,” Sam says, snorting.
Jess it's official. Everytime time I think of Tonks, I think of you. You will forevermore be Tonks in my mind and I LOVE IT. Also, loved the video. You're just too darn cute. Thank you for existing ☺️
(( OOC: AND I LOVE YOU TOO! *blows all the kisses* ))
