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"Are you okay with the team knowing about us?"
"Why wouldn't I be? I'm not ashamed of being in a relationship with a man."
"Coming out is something very personal, John."
"Coming out?"
"Telling them we're together is basically the same thing."
He and Walker were lying on their sides, facing each other. They had slept together. Literally sleeping together. After the blond's confession and their first kiss, followed by dozens of kisses, each one better than the last, Bob had invited him to his bedroom. Just to talk and make out like teenagers, nothing more than that. Walker had accepted his invitation without hesitation, an endearingly shy smile gracing his features. Bob had smiled back and had grabbed his hand, leading him to his room. They had lied on the bed, Walker on his back and Bob snuggled against his strong body, and they had talked for hours. Then, at some point, their eyes had locked and they both went silent. Bob was the first to look away, too overwhelmed by the intensity of Walker's gaze. There was so much desire in his light blue eyes, but there was also tenderness so deep it made him want to cry. No one had ever looked at him like that... Walker had clasped his chin with thumb and forefinger, gently lifting it until he had no choice but to look at him again. His eyes were softer around the edges, as if he knew Bob needed to go slow. When he kissed him, he did it with care, like it was their first kiss. And, in a way, it was. This one felt more intimate, more real. Bob got lost in it, savoring the taste of Walker's mouth, enjoying the burn of his beard on his skin, feeling the softness of his hair under his fingers... They had kissed, and kissed, and kissed, until they couldn't keep their eyes open anymore, sleep finally catching up with them. The next morning, Bob opened his eyes and was greeted by a breathtaking sight. Walker was facing him, still fast asleep, the morning light making his blond hair glow. He looked so beautiful. Bob had reached out and had traced his parted lips with the tips of his fingers. He wanted to kiss him so bad, but he didn't. He waited for Walker to wake up. It didn't take long. However, instead of kissing him, Bob had asked if he was okay with the team knowing about them. He had to make sure Walker was comfortable with that before they left the bedroom.
"I want them to know we're together. I won't hide what I feel for you. I'm tired of hiding it."
"Okay."
"This might be new for me but I'm not nervous."
"Really?"
"Fine, I'm a little nervous. But I'm not alone. I have you by my side."
"John..."
Bob touched his face, fingers raking through his beard, thumb stroking his cheek. Walker closed his eyes and sighed, completely relaxed. When he opened them again, his gorgeous blue eyes were so soft that Bob had to kiss him. He captured his lips in a tender kiss that soon turned heated. When they both pulled away, they stared at each other, the tension so thick it was hard to breathe. He had never felt lust this strong for anyone before, and it scared him a little. He needed to put some distance between them now or he would end up begging Walker to fuck him.
"We better get out of bed and take a shower. We're still wearing yesterday's clothes."
"Later."
"John, what are you doing?"
Walker had slipped a hand under his oversized t-shirt and was gently scratching Bob's abs with his blunt nails.
"Shit, I'm sorry. I should have asked for permission to..."
He was already pulling his hand away from under his t-shirt, but Bob grabbed it and placed it on his left pectoral. Walker raised his eyebrows questioningly.
"My left nipple is very sensitive."
Fuck it. He wanted to be as close as possible to this gorgeous man. Fuck being scared. He might not trust himself, but he trusted Walker.
"You have permission to touch me but I'm not ready to have sex right now, okay? Maybe later, if that's something you want."
"I wasn't thinking about sex. I just wanted to touch you, feel you. You have an incredible body."
"Have you ever thought about it? Sex, I mean... with a man...?"
"Yes, in the vault, when I slammed you against the wall and you didn't flinch."
"I wanted you to fuck me up, and you wanted to fuck me... Dude, that's so messed up."
But Bob was laughing. And then Walker pinched his nipple and laughter turned into an embarrassingly loud moan.
"You liked that?"
"Fuck, John..."
When he leaned down and licked the abused flesh, Bob whimpered.
"So sensitive."
"Please..."
"Please, what?"
"You're such an assho..."
Walker shut him up by pinching his nipple again, this time harder, meaner, making him moan as loud as a porn star. God, it hurt so good...
"Fuck, fuck, fuck.... Please, John... Touch me..."
"I'm already touching you."
"You know what I mean."
"Ask for what you want and I'll give it to you."
"You promise?"
"Yes, I promise."
This time Bob didn't look away from the intensity of his blue gaze. It felt like Walker was staring into his soul, but, unlike past lovers, what he saw didn't scare him off. Bob knew the happiness he was experiencing now was going to mean nothing when he inevitably crashed. But he wouldn't face it alone anymore.
"Hey... Are you okay?"
Walker was looking at him with concern.
"Yeah, I'm okay. I was just over thinking stuff as usual."
"Do you want to stop? We should get up anyway, eat breakfast..."
"I want to try something. But first I need to know if you're comfortable with lying completely still and letting me do everything."
"You want to be in control?"
"Yeah, but not in a dominant way. That's not my thing. I just want to make us feel good."
"Go for it. I'm all yours."
"You're sure?"
"I trust you, Bob."
Walker touched his cheek with the back of his fingers in a gesture so tender it made his heart ache.
"Okay, so... Could you... Could you lie on your back and place your hands above your head, please?"
"Like this?"
"Yeah, that's perfect. Keep them there, okay?"
He nodded, his face turning a lovely shade of pink. Then Bob straddled him, his knees pressed on either side of the blond's thighs. Walker was looking up at him, expectant but trusting. It was humbling seeing the super soldier, the epitome of the alpha male, in such a vulnerable position. Bob placed his hand on his stomach, fingers splayed out, and then slowly pushed his t-shirt up until he could see his belly button.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes."
"Can I continue?"
"You can do whatever you want to me."
His voice was already wrecked and Bob hadn't started yet. He looked down and saw there was a wet patch on the front of his gray cargo pants. Oh. Walker was definitely enjoying this. And Bob wasn't much better because his green sweatpants had a wet spot too, and it was getting bigger by the second. He pulled them down just enough to free his weeping cock. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and stroked, pre-cum easing the glide. Bob bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes, while he jerked himself off.
"Fuck, look at you... You're so fucking hot..."
He opened his eyes when he heard the praise. Walker's voice was deeper and raspier than usual, sending shivers down his spine and making his slit leak more pre-cum.
"John, can I touch your cock? I want to make you come."
"Yeah, sure."
Walker held his breath when Bob unzipped his pants and fished his cock out. It was big, veiny, and so thick his thumb and middle finger barely touched. The head was flushed an angry red, a steady flow of pre-cum dribbling from the slit. Bob's mouth watered at the sight.
"God, your cock is a thing of beauty. I want to suck it..."
"Don't, or this will be over too soon."
"Another time then."
Bob grabbed their cocks, using both hands when it became obvious one hand wasn't enough to hold their combined girths, and started pumping them together. They were so slick with their own fluids that lube wasn't necessary. He stroked them slowly from base to tip, occasionally teasing the slits with his thumb, rubbing and pressing, until they were both cursing and moaning in pleasure.
"Jesus, that feels so good..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm so close, baby..."
The endearment made his cock twitch and leak more pre-cum. Walker noticed, because of course he did, and a knowing grin spread across his face, blue eyes shining with arousal and mirth.
"Oh, baby, I can't wait to fuck you... You'll come on my cock alone... You're going to come so hard you'll fucking cry, baby boy..."
"John, please..."
He was already crying and shaking and Walker had done nothing but talk dirty to him.
"Come for me, my pretty baby... Come for me now."
And just like that Bob was coming with such force he almost blacked out. He slumped forward, forehead resting on Walker's shoulder, hands still clutching their cocks. He was shaking like a leaf in a storm.
"Can I move now, baby? I want to hold you."
"Yes... Please..."
Walker wrapped his strong arms around his trembling body and whispered sweet nothings in his ear, while he tried to recover from the most intense orgasm of his life.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah.... And you?"
"I came right after you did. You were amazing, baby."
Bob nuzzled Walker's jaw, enjoying the rasp of his beard against his skin, not caring about the burn.
"Is that a thing now? You calling me baby?"
"Why? You don't like it?"
The problem was he liked it a little too much.
"Please, don't call me that outside of the bedroom. I might come in my pants."
Walker grabbed his hair gently but firmly, and made him turn his head to look at him.
"Are you being serious right now?"
"No, of course not."
"C'mon, baby, don't be shy."
The blond had a smug smile on his lips. He was clearly pleased with himself.
"Shut up, asshole."
But he was smiling at him.
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The others were already in the kitchen when Bob and Walker showed up. They had showered together, keeping their hands to themselves because they didn't want to be late for breakfast. Ava was making pancakes and Bucky was slicing fruit. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and fried bacon filled the air. Alexei loved bacon with scrambled eggs. He was devouring his food and Yelena was sitting next to him drinking coffee. Everyone turned to look at them when the two walked to the kitchen island and sat down together. Their hair was still damp from the shower. Walker had picked some of Bob's clothes to wear instead of going to his bedroom to get his own. He had said it was because he didn't want to waste time, but Bob had a suspicion that the blond wanted to mess with the team.
"Walker, why are you wearing Bob's favorite t-shirt?"
He was broader than him so it was snug across his chest.
"Because mine was dirty."
Yelena was unimpressed by his answer. She got up and placed her empty cup on the dishwasher, then she leaned on the counter and looked at both of them.
"What's going on?"
"Yeah, boys, what's up?"
Ava, that had just handed Bob a plate stacked with pancakes dripping with maple syrup, leaned over the counter, a smirk on her face. Bucky placed a bowl of cereal with sliced fruit in front of Walker and mirrored her, minus the smirk. He didn't ask questions but his eyes were curious.
"Do you want me to tell them? Or do you prefer to tell them yourself?"
"I'll do it."
Before Walker could start explaining, Alexei slapped him on the shoulder hard enough to dislocate it if he wasn't a super soldier. Bob winced in sympathy.
"да, tell us, Walker. Do not make team wait."
"I was about to before I was interrupted."
Bob touched his knee when he noticed the blond was about to lose his temper. He felt Walker relax instantly. When he spoke his tone was calm and confident.
"Yesterday, I realized I couldn't keep my feelings for Bob a secret any longer. So I told him I liked him, and he agreed to start a relationship with me."
"That's why Bob can be in the kitchen when you cook!"
Yelena exclaimed.
"And you're less of an asshole when he's around."
Ava added.
"You make cute couple, congratulations!"
Alexei kissed the top of Bob's head and then slapped Walker's shoulder again, this time not as hard.
"If you hurt him, I'll kill you."
Yelena was smiling, but her eyes were dead serious.
"And I'll help hide the body."
Bucky said it monotonously, eyes as cold as ice.
"Anyway, I'm happy for you, Walker. You're a lucky man."
He was smiling now, eyes warm and friendly, no traces of the Winter Soldier to be found.
"I would rather die than hurt Bob."
"Please, don't talk about dying."
"Sorry, sweetheart."
Walker gave Bob a quick peck on the lips in front of everyone. It was spontaneous and sweet, and he loved it. He loved that the US Agent who was known for his alpha male posturing wasn't afraid of being openly affectionate. Bob cupped his face, thumb tracing the edge of his beard.
"I'm the lucky one. Not John."
He was talking to the others, however his eyes never left Walker's.
"But he's an asshole and you're fluffy like small bunny."
"Alexei, I'm a recovering addict that carries a massive void inside him. If it weren't for the therapist Bucky recommended me, I would still be untreated for my many mental disorders. I'm dangerous and lethal."
"You're kind, smart, and funny. And we all love you and care for you. You know that, right?"
Yelena had walked around the island and was now standing next to him.
"I know."
"This team would be nothing without you, Bob."
"That's a big stretch, Ava."
Walker, sensing that he was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with their kind words, grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him into a searing kiss. His tongue pressed against Bob's lips and he eagerly parted them. He ignored the catcalls and the fake gagging sounds of his friends, and gave as good as he got, kissing Walker with a passion reserved only for the bedroom. When the kiss ended the others were no longer paying attention to them.
"That went pretty well."
"You thought it wouldn't? Why?"
"I'm an asshole, as everyone likes to point out. They might have said I was not good for you. I wouldn't blame them. My wife left me, with good reason, and took my son away. I'm not exactly boyfriend material."
"Boyfriend?"
"Yeah, boyfriend."
"I've hooked up with lots of guys before but I've never had a boyfriend."
"You have one now."
He framed Walker's face in his hands, thumbs caressing his cheekbones, the edge of his beard, the corner of his lips.
"You're good for me, you know. So good."
"I don't deserve you."
"Let me be the judge of that."
Bob kissed his nose.
"Awww, they're so cute."
The others were paying attention after all.