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It was the third afternoon in a row that the beefy blond alpha had entered the coffee shop. The first day, Steve had not been prepared and had dropped the latte he was preparing in shock when he got hit full blast with the most charming smile he’d ever seen. The second day, Steve had luckily not been holding anything and had managed to smile back in something close to a nonchalant manner.
But today, Steve was ready. When three o’clock rolled around, his eyes were trained on the front door, and sure enough the blond alpha came in again. Just as he had the past two days, he held the door for his companions, a pretty alpha woman with long braids and a surly, pale omega man, and ushered them towards the corner table while he walked to the counter flashing Steve with that smile.
“Hello again, Steve,” he said in an incredibly charming accent.
“Hi Thor,” Steve replied, hoping he had remembered his name correctly. And hoping he didn’t sound too flustered. He was fairly built himself, especially for an omega, but this guy had a good five inches and twenty pounds of muscle on him.
Steve’s memory proved to be correct, because Thor beamed. “I’m very fortunate to see you again today,” he said. “It’s my last night in DC.”
“Oh,” Steve said, frowning in confusion. “Sorry you had such a bad time in town, if you’re so happy to be leaving.”
“No, no,” Thor stammered. “I have… It’s been a fine time, I meant…”
He trailed off and glanced at the corner table where his companions sat. The omega looked utterly bored, but the alpha woman grinned and tucked her braids over her shoulder, giving Thor an encouraging “go ahead” wave of her hand.
Thor turned back to Steve. “Right,” he mumbled to himself. He seemed to be steeling his nerves. “What I meant was, it’s fortunate that I was able to see you on my last day. So that I can ask you out. It’s been a lovely time, but it would be even better if you’d agree to come out with me to celebrate my last night in the city.”
With that said, he smiled again, looking both nervous and determined. Steve blinked and tried not to let his jaw drop. He got asked out fairly regularly on the job, but never by anyone he was actually interested in. Thor’s smile started to waver, and Steve realised he had to reply before the moment was ruined.
“I’d love to,” he answered quickly. “I’m off at six, but I’m free any time afterwards.”
“Perfect,” Thor said, looking relieved. “How about we meet at eight? What’s your favorite place?”
They confirmed plans to meet at Steve’s favorite taqueria, before Thor headed back to his table and Steve started making their drink order. He noticed Thor give the alpha woman a fist bump as he sat down, while the omega man tossed his dark hair with a wary look of amusement.
Steve asked his coworker to take their drinks over when they were ready, to lessen the chance that he’d embarrass himself enough to make Thor change his mind. He didn’t hook up much, being busy with school and also incredibly awkward despite his looks. And while he was queer and attracted to people across genders and designations, he tended to be wary of dating alphas. In fact, he worried about it the whole walk home, and while he showered and dressed for the date. Maybe Thor had just been teasing him and hadn’t intended on showing up. Or maybe he’d picked up someone more interesting in the meantime.
But at eight o’clock, Thor was pacing in front of the taqueria when Steve arrived. They greeted each other and went inside to order, then opted to sit out on the patio with their burritos and chips.
“Delicious,” Thor said between bites. “I’m glad I have a local to show me the best places.”
“Not a local,” Steve laughed. “I’m finishing up my art masters at GW. In two months, I’ll be moving back home to New York.”
“Ah,” Thor said, looking sad. “I might find myself back in DC in a few months. I was hoping that perhaps we could keep in contact and meet up again.”
Steve shook his head and reached to grab another chip. “Looks like this is the only night we’ll have together.”
He blushed at how that sounded when spoken aloud. He hadn’t meant to imply anything. And it felt a little sad, to confirm that they would likely never see each other again after tonight.
Thor looked sad too, but he took Steve’s hand before it could reach the chips and gave it a squeeze. “Perhaps this is fate, then. One moment in time where our paths cross. I am honored to share this time with you, no matter how fleeting it may be.”
Steve would have assumed it was a line, if not for the sincerity emphasizing each word, and the intensity blazing in Thor’s eyes as he brought Steve’s hand to his lips for a kiss. Steve blushed again, but was unable to look away. Thor’s scent called to him, earthy and fresh, like an herb garden in bloom the evening of a summer storm.
“I’m honored to share it with you, too,” he said softly. Thor grinned and kissed Steve’s hand again.
An hour later they were pressed up against the front of Steve’s studio apartment, making out furiously while Steve tried to shove the keys into the lock without looking. Eventually the lock cooperated and Thor scooped Steve up against his hips and kicked the door fully open, carried him inside, then kicked the door shut behind them before they fell onto the bed.
Steve pulled away to roughly pull his shirt up over his head, but Thor stopped him. He cupped a hand to Steve’s face, running a thumb over his cheekbone.
“Let me,” Thor said in a low voice. “If we have just one night, let us savour every moment.”
Steve was speechless, only nodding in response with unblinking eyes. Thor shifted him so they were both sitting up and slid his hands under Steve’s shirt, pushing the fabric gently up off Steve’s chest and over his head. His eyes went wide as he let his fingers roam across Steve’s pecs, stopping over his heart.
“You are magnificent,” he whispered. He moved closer on his knees to kiss Steve’s neck. “Beautiful,” he murmured, almost reverently.
Steve blushed and looked away. Alphas tended to like his muscular build, when they wanted an omega they could get rough with. He was used to alphas calling him strong, or built, or hot. Beautiful, on the other hand, was not a frequently heard term.
He let Thor ease him onto his back and pull off his pants, slightly embarrassed by how slick he was already, but Thor seemed pleased as he took in the length of Steve’s body. Steve watched with eager eyes as Thor took his own shirt off. Steve suspected he was flexing a little, but he didn’t mind. “You’re gorgeous, too,” he breathed, and it was true. Thor was impossibly cut, with thick muscles and broad shoulders that Steve wanted wrapped around him as soon as possible.
But Thor seemed to have other plans. He fell on top of Steve, catching himself on his hands and caging Steve’s face between them. He bent down to kiss Steve’s lips, then his jaw, then his neck, then his heart, then lower and lower still, tracing his tongue through the grooves in Steve’s abs and cut lines. Steve’s cock was hard and leaking against his stomach, but Thor deftly avoided it, only letting the warmth of his breath ghost past it.
Thor’s nose nuzzled against Steve’s hip, and Steve could tell he was scenting the slick flowing from Steve’s hole. Steve had no time to be embarrassed, because with a growl Thor licked Steve’s cock from root to tip, then took the head into his mouth as he wrapped his hand around the shaft. Steve whined and tried not to buck too far up into Thor’s mouth, but Thor popped off his cock and grinned.
“You needn’t be gentle with me, omega. I don’t mind. I want all of you. Don’t hold back.”
With that, he took Steve down his throat and Steve could not muffle the moan that escaped him. He panted as Thor worked him over, alternating between deep throating and working the head. This was a far cry from the usual alpha move, from Steve’s limited experience, of giving the least enthusiastic amount of head required to coax an omega into flipping over and taking a knot. Thor seemed to be enjoying himself as much as Steve was. He moaned around Steve’s cock and kept looking up to watch as Steve’s breathing got heavier and more erratic.
Two of Thor’s fingers slipped easily inside Steve, and that was all it took to bring him over the edge. With a final cry, he clenched around Thor’s fingers and came in Thor’s mouth, gasping sobs as his orgasm shook through him. He barely had time to catch his breath before Thor was back looking over him, kissing him desperately. The taste of himself on Thor’s lips had Steve half hard again in an instant.
“You’re perfection,” Thor mumbled against Steve’s lips. “Intoxicating. Let me taste you again, please let me…”
“Yes,” Steve interrupted. “Yes, please, anything.”
With a growl, Thor flipped Steve over, pulling his hips up and back with Steve on his knees. Steve gasped against the sheets as Thor’s tongue ran over the slick that coated his thighs and balls, before circling Steve’s hole and pushing in. Thor’s big hands palmed Steve’s cheeks, grabbing them as he worked Steve’s hole, fucking him with his tongue. Steve’s cock hung hard and leaking between his legs, but he was too lost in the sensation to beg Thor to touch it, or to move one of his own hands to jerk himself off. He was too busy scrambling to fist the sheets and steady himself so his trembling legs didn’t collapse.
Untouched, he came a second time, spilling onto the sheets beneath him and arching his hips back into Thor’s face without thinking. Thor didn’t seem bothered as he nipped at Steve’s left cheek with a chuckle.
“May I knot you?” Thor asked politely even as his voice strained with desire.
Steve nodded eagerly, then realized Thor probably could not see it. “Please,” he cried, “please knot me. I have, um… I have… In the drawer...”
He could feel his cheeks heating up as he buried his face in the sheets and pointed bashfully to the bedside table. Thor seemed to understand what he was getting at. He kissed Steve’s cheek again before leaning over to open the small drawer on the table and pull out one of the condoms Steve had bought a few years back when he’d first moved to DC. He heard Thor’s teeth tear into the wrapper and the slick noises of it sliding over his cock, then the blunt head lined up against Steve’s hole and slid inside.
Thor pressed himself against Steve’s back, wrapping an arm around Steve’s chest as he eased all the way in. Steve whined and arched backwards to get as much of Thor as he could, as fast as possible. He was already fully hard again. He wasn’t sure what it was, Thor’s scent or his skills or his unfairly high attractiveness levels, but he had Steve desperate in a way he’d never experienced with anyone else.
Thor kissed Steve’s neck, grazing his teeth along Steve’s shoulder as they fucked, harder and faster, both of them frantic for release. Steve could feel Thor’s knot swelling up against his rim, and with one final thrust, Thor pushed his knot into Steve’s hole and came, muffling a shout against Steve’s shoulder as he pulsed heavily inside him.
His hand moved to Steve’s cock and jerked it, bringing Steve to a third release and adding to the mess across Steve’s stomach and the sheets. With a sigh, Thor eased them both down to spoon on the bed. His knot was still swollen inside of Steve, and he stroked a hand comfortingly over Steve’s chest and stomach, uncaring of the mess, as he gave little thrusts, as though each pulse was still filling Steve with his come.
Steve was grateful to be lying down because his limbs were jelly by this point. And Thor was warm and solid behind him, making Steve feel small and safe. He knew they would have to clean up eventually, and the sheets badly needed to be changed, but he was content to savor the next few minutes tucked in the strong arms of a caring alpha.
The next morning, Steve awoke to Thor watching him with a soft smile. He yawned, accepting Thor’s kiss before hoisting himself up to a sitting position with the sheets pooled around his waist.
“Good morning,” Thor said in a scratchy voice. “You’re beautiful when you sleep. But you are beautiful in everything you do, so that is not a surprise.”
Steve chuckled, looking down at his hands gripping the sheets. He was more morose than he’d planned to be. He didn’t want Thor to leave. Not after they’d shared such a wonderful evening together. It had been a while, sure, but it wasn’t just novelty that had Steve basking in the afterglow. Thor had been so attentive, and they had fit together so seamlessly, like they’d spent a hundred nights together.
But they hadn’t, and they never would.
“Did you want to grab breakfast?” Thor asked with hopeful eyes, but Steve shook his head.
“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. We had a great time, but… Well, it’s over, right? Better to have a clean break.”
Steve worried that Thor might find him dramatic, but Thor seemed to understand. He sat up and kissed Steve’s cheek.
“You’re right,” Thor agreed. “The more time we spend together, the harder it will be to part with you.” He slid out of bed and began to dress. Steve admired the view as covertly as he could.
Fifteen minutes later, Steve was alone in his apartment. He sighed and fell back against the pillows, pulling the covers up to his chin and staring at the ceiling. He would never see Thor again. They had exchanged only the barest of information. He didn’t even know Thor’s last name, or what he did for a living. They hadn’t exchanged numbers or social media. And in a couple of months, Steve would be in New York, so Thor couldn’t drop by the coffee shop to look him up if he did wind up back in DC at some point in the future.
It was, as Thor had said, a moment in time, and it had been magical. But Steve could not lie around moping about it. He had a lot to do before he moved back home. There was no time to dwell on dreamy blond alphas. Surely New York would have plenty of them, anyway. Maybe it was time for Steve to put more effort into dating again.
Although he was certain he wouldn’t find anyone quite like Thor.
Two months later, Steve’s suitcase of belongings was being dragged behind him at the Amtrak station as he made a frantic run to the bathroom for the third time since he’d arrived. His train left in twenty minutes, and he didn’t want to miss it and deal with re-ticketing.
Luckily he found an omega-only bathroom tucked away beside the station’s convenience store. All of the stalls were set up with baby changing tables and diaper disposal bins. He ducked into one quickly to relieve himself, then went to the sink to wash his hands. He splashed some cool water on his cheeks and stared at himself in the mirror. He looked a little clammy.
The past couple of weeks, he’d been more tired than usual, with bouts of nausea. Moving was stressful. He could already hear Bucky lecturing him on how he needed to take better care of himself. No doubt Steve would find himself tucked under a pile of blankets on the couch next to Sam while Bucky fed them endless snacks. Snacks sounded good, actually. Maybe something salty. And sweet. Chocolate covered pretzels would be perfect, hopefully the convenience store stocked them.
Steve’s stomach grumbled loudly. He rested a hand over his middle, causing the omega at the next sink over to laugh.
“My first one was a complainer right from the start, too,” she said fondly.
“Your first what?” Steve asked, frowning.
She gave Steve’s stomach a pointed look and chortled again. “Pregnancy brain getting to you already, sweetie?”
Steve felt the blood drain from his face as he inhaled sharply. The omega woman’s face knit into concern.
“You might need to sit down, hon. You look like you’re about to keel right over. Want me to help you out to your alpha?”
“No,” Steve said automatically as her hand reached towards him. “I’m… I’ll be fine, I just…”
The omega’s eyes glanced to his collarbone, bare of any mating mark. Her face softened and she patted his arm comfortingly. “All right, I’ll leave you to it. Travel safe, sweetie.” And she left Steve alone in the bathroom with the sink water still running and his hand still resting over his stomach.
The convenience store did indeed sell chocolate covered pretzels, as well as pregnancy tests. Steve clutched the bag of pretzels in his hand as he huddled in a bathroom stall, watching the three pregnancy tests balanced on the edge of the changing table as two lines slowly appeared in the window of each one.
Positive. Positive. Positive.
Steve stared at them, unblinking. He startled as he heard a loud pop, looking down to notice that he’d squeezed his pretzel bag so tightly that it had exploded open at both ends, coating him with dusty bits of chocolate and crumbs.
He stayed in the stall for so long that he wound up missing his train after all.