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Ever since he woke up in the vault with those 3 weird dysfunctional antisocial tragedies in human form, he seemed a lot more calm. Which is surprising because his first 5 minutes with them was a near death experience, then another near death experience 10 minutes after that, then another another near death experience after that one.
But somehow, Bob still felt sorta empty. He was sober, but it wasn't easy. He was always ever so slightly on edge lately, maybe it was time to find a new outlet.
Bob grabbed his water bottle and made his way to the floor with the training room. The elevator doors opened and he laid eyes on a shirtless, blonde, super soldier. Bob's eyes widened and he stared in awe at John's back, his muscles tensing as he worked out.
"Hey Bobby." Walker turned his head slightly to glance over his shoulder at Bob, sitting a bit more upright. Bob thought he might explode at the sight of this man's muscles.
"Hey." He stepped in and sorta b-lined to whatever meant he didn't have to face Walker. He wasn't sure if he could handle looking at him anymore. Bob knew John had muscles, but holy shit- seeing them without fabric on top was heavenly.
They sat in silence for a while, or at least what felt like a while, hell it could've been anything between 5 minutes and 5 years. Bob had turned his back and worked on his arms, he could hear John grunting every so often, and he knew his face was bright red every single time. Bob wondered what it would be like to hear those grunts in his ear- nope! Not doing that! Not while sitting right by the guy he's thinking about! Those are ‘alone in your bedroom’ thoughts only, you silly you!
John grunted then let out a sigh, setting down the weights he was using, "welp, Im done here. Have fun, Bobby." And then he got up and left. Bob watched him go, sneaking a final glance at his muscles and it almost sent him overboard.
"Peace out." Bob mumbled and turned back to his own weights.
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Bob had been working out for a few weeks now, but it just didn't work for him, so now he was gonna try a new hobby. Baking! What could go wrong?
Bob set the fire alarms off 3 times. The 3rd time the oven wasn't even on. Luckily no one else was home, and he was able to get everything under control, he did burn his cookies though. Yea, no one's gonna eat burnt cookies, so he tossed them, and began cleaning up.
He set all the bowls in the sink, whipping the counters, and making sure all his ingredients were put away. The elevator doors dinged and he instinctively looked up to greet whoever it was.
"Oh- Hey John!" He waved. John looked kinda pissed, and his hair was ruffled, his suit was also tearing in a few places. "Yikes, rough mission?"
John scoffed and took a seat at one of the barstools on the island counter, "You're telling me. I got jumped by like 6 dudes, all with knives and guns. Thankfully I survived, I don't know what you'd all do without me." He chuckled.
Bob's eyebrows tensed, "are you okay?? You're not hurt are you??" He put down the bowl he had begun to wash and wiped his hands on a towel.
"Oh yea Im fine, knives don't really get through the suit that well, besides, I got my taco." He half raised his bent shield and sighed, "why does it smell like something burning?" He raised his head, looking around.
"I sorta made some cookies but I sorta burned them." He sheepishly admitted, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. John looked almost sad, which Bob didn't think he was capable of feeling, but a slight frown formed at the corners of his mouth.
“Aw damn. Cookies would be nice right about now. Let me shower then I’ll make them.” John smiled and walked off, leaving his shield leaned against the counter on the floor.
Bob watched him walk away. Once the door to his room shut, he blurted out “Can I shower with you.” He knew John wouldn't hear it, but just saying it made him shiver. Part of him was tempted to go after the blondie, but he knew it likely wouldn't end well. So he stayed put, continuing to wash the dishes he had originally set out to clean.
After maybe a half hour, Walker returned. His hair dripped slightly as parts of it clung to his forehead, “Alright, move over, watch a master at work.” He cracked his knuckles and started grabbing out the ingredients from the cabinets, maybe Bob shouldn't have put them away. Oops.
John moved effortlessly, not even following a recipe, like he had it memorized. Bob watched in glory as the blonde man moved, sliding across the counters and somehow not messing up a single time. After maybe 20-30 minutes, he was done.
John clapped his hands together, “And just like that, into the oven, now we wait.” John moved to the sink to begin washing dishes. Bob jumped off his chair.
“Can I help you wash dishes?” He offered out a hand as he came around the corner of the island counter. John nodded, moving over slightly to make room by the sink for the dark haired man.
The two stood there, occasionally brushing against each other every few minutes, each time making Bob shiver. As they finished up, the oven dinged. John opened it and pulled out the pan, setting it on the stovetop.
Bob reached for one and got his hand swatted away, “wait for them to cool! You’ll burn your mouth doing that.” Was that genuine concern on John's face as he spoke? Surely Bob was imagining that.
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Bob laid in his bed, pent the hell up. He’d been trying to get his boner to go away for at least an hour, and he was running out of hope. Bob had thought a little too hard about that day in the training room with John and got himself hard, and aw shit man- it was not fun now.
Bob needed that, NOW. He grumbled and decided to shoot his shot, at this point, he had no other choice. He needed an outlet. Outlet for what? He wasn’t sure at this point. All he knew is that he needed to see shirtless John again, and maybe even naked John, who knows?
Bob grabbed his phone off his nightstand and clicked on John's contact info. He debated for a second on what to possibly say, for all he knew, he could be fucking everything up for any friendship they had. But he also didn't care.
You up?
Was his first text.
Kinda important >:(
Okay maybe he was too pushy sometimes.
The typing dots appeared.
What's wrong? Are you okay???
Bob sighed. What was he doing? How does he even pose this question? He decided to give up and put his phone down, and not respond. Just as he rolled over to try to sleep, even with his boner very much still present, a knock came at the door.
“Bobby?” It was John, and Bob's cucumber definitely liked that. “Are you okay??” There was a pant to John's voice, like he’d been working out, but the gym was 13 floors down, and the elevator didn’t move nearly that fast.
Bob felt like he might actually die, and his brain told him not to get up and to ignore John and hope he goes away. But his body screamed at him to get the hell up and go talk to that super soldier and ride him until he's pregnant.
John knocked again, “If you don't answer then I'm gonna open this door myself.” John sounded frantic.
“I'm fine, just forget it, I uh- I figured it out!” Bob palmed himself through his pajamas to the sound of John's voice. Holy fuck. Now he really needed that. Bob had to stifle a moan by biting down on his lip as hard as he could.
“Alright then, well I’ll be in my room if you ne-”
“Wait!” Fuck what was he doing, he got up and opened his door. The sight of John was to die for. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but boxers, and sweaty, so so so sweaty. His blonde hair clung to his forehead and sweat dripped from the ends down his back.
“Yea..?” John glanced down, “Oh-”
Bob took a deep breath in, “John. I can't stop thinking about you. I need you. Like right down.” Bob ran his hands through his hair, he felt manic. He wasn't, he just felt it.
“Ohmygod.” Bob was sure he had just fucked up, but John hadnt run away yet so maybe not? “Bob- are you- are you sure? You seem a little- uh-” Bob was 100% sure.
“Walker.” Bob gazed into John's eyes deeply, a hunger filling him, “I need you.” was all he managed to whisper out.
John’s eyes went wide, then softened, “Anything for you, Bobby.” Walker’s face went bright red. Now John felt a bit insane. I mean, yea sure, he had a few fantasies here and there about Bob, but damn. He’d never have acted on them.
Bob pulled John on by his arm, “Can I kiss you?” John nodded and parted his lips. Bob went in and moaned, John bit his bottom lip for a moment then let go, swirling his tongue around Bob's mouth.
“Holy fuck-” John pulled off for a moment, taking a breath in before going right back. Their teeth clacked and their breath was hot. Bob moaning while John whimpered.
“Stop- Wait-” Bob pulled off, John stopped and moved back a bit, “Close the door.” John turned and shut the door. He liked taking orders. Bob pulled John again, moving him closer to the bed. John palmed himself through his boxers.
“Fuck- Bobby, I need some release.” John was growing more desperate, Bob could tell from the way he was panting and whining.
“Get on your knees and let me release inside your mouth.” Bob grabbed John's hair and gave a sight tug. John dropped to the floor instantly, fiddling with Bob's shorts as he removed his shirt.
John continued making little whimpers and whines as he struggled with the knot holding Bob's pajama pants tight. Bobs reached down and undid the tie and slipped out of his pants, his boxers showing off the obvious tent growing.
Bob reached into his boxers and pulled his cock out, it throbbed in his hands, begging for any form of touch. John stared at it hungrily, his mouth watering. “Open up.” Bob held himself with one hand while John reached up for his hips. John opened his mouth and Bob slapped his dick on his tongue a few times, making John flinch and whine.
John looked impatient, “Cmon-”, Bob didn't let him finish before sliding his cucumber in quickly. John gagged and sputtered, sucking quickly. Bob had one hand in John's hair, another on his cheek, he let John suck at his own pace.
Bob turned his head up and moaned. Surprisingly, John was really good at pleasing a man. He wasn't sure if John had done this before, surely he must've because this was way too good for a first time. Bob didn’t like that thought. He wanted John to be his. He’d make sure everyone knew he was his too.
John sucked faster, looking up at Bob’s raised face. He was focused on pleasing him. He knew his turn would come, but right now, it was Bob’s turn. Bob’s hands began to move John's head, slowly at first, but getting much more rough as a few minutes passed. He was moaning more often now, his breathing staggering and uneven.
“Fuck- John-” He moaned out, moving Johns head faster. Bob was fully face-fucking Walker, tearing into his throat with ever thrust. His hips bucked forward and his hands moved John's head back and forth with such force. It was like nothing John had felt before.
John just moaned and gagged, he accepted his fate a while ago. He was going to become Bob’s cumrag, and he was going to like it.
“Oh god- John-” Bob pounded forward and pulled Walker’s face in so he bottomed out inside his mouth as white stickiness coated the inside of his throat. John choked and gagged, a tear or two running down his face. Bob pulled out and dropped the rest of his load on John's face, it landed all around his cheeks and nose.
John stared up at the curly haired boy, he swallowed what he could and went to wipe his face of the cum splatter. Bob dropped to his knees and pulled John’s hands away from his face before he could reach it.
“No.” A possessive glint in his eyes, like a predator seeing prey for the first time. Bob began licking John’s face, trailing his tongue around all the lines of cum. Licking it all up, but not swallowing. He moved to John's mouth and kissed him, pushing the cum inside his mouth with his tongue. John whimpered and swallowed again.
Bob pulled away, panting, “Good boy.” He stood up and shimmed out of his boxers fully, which were still placed around his ankles, “I want to ride you so bad now.” John jumped up and clasped his hands together in a beg. Bob patted the bed and John moved over, laying on his back with his legs spread. Bob climbed on him and began to kiss his collarbone, making John shiver.
“Oh god- Bob, I need to feel your insides.” John begged, lifting his chin so Bob had more room to kiss. Bob stopped kissing and began to suck a hickey into John’s neck. He bared his teeth and left a little indent, not breaking skin, but leaving a big enough mark that it’d take a while to fade.
“Everyone will know you belong to me.” Bob lifted himself up and spat on his hand, rubbing it along John’s dick as he jerked him off. John moaned and lolled his head back.
“Fuck-” He gasped, he was so close to his climax, but he was determined to make it last for Bob. He wanted nothing more than to please his master.
Bob lined himself up carefully and took John's tip into his tight hole. The two men moaned in unison as Bob slid further down, taking it slowly until he bottomed out.
“Holy shit- You feel amazing.” Bob moaned out and he started to move, bouncing slowly. John rolled his hips to meet Bobs, groaning and whining as he grit his teeth. Bob placed both hands on John's stomach for stability as he sped up, moving himself up and down faster, chasing the new high he felt.
John couldn't hold back anymore and started pounding into Bob. Aggressive thrusts banging against his tight hole, getting him closer and closer to cumming again.
“Fuck- Yea- just like that-” Bob moaned out as he leaned forward, kissing and making out with the hot blondie. They moaned into each other's mouths, biting one another's lip and sucking in hot breath. Bob pulled back and pressed his forehead to Johns, cupping his face with both hands. John had his eyes shut, jaw clenched as his nails dug into Bob’s ass.
Bob’s back arched and he rolled his hips down aggressively, “Oh Walker!” He yowled out, John shooshed him frantically.
“Shh! You’ll wake everyone up-” Walker was cut off by his own moan.
“OH WALKER!!!” Bob sat up as he came a second time. His cum splattering all over John's stomach and making him shiver. It wasn’t long before John also came, thrusting upwards and pulled Bob's hips down as he released his load in the man's tight ass.
Bob leaned forward again, laying on John's cum-covered stomach as they breathed heavily, he placed himself right in the crook of John's neck and began gnawing on his shoulder. He wasn't biting hard, more-so nibbling on the skin gently.
“Holy fuck.” John breathed out, "I'm pretty sure you woke someone up with that.” He pulled out and began mindlessly running his fingers through Bob's hair
“I don't care. All I care about is you.” Bob let go on John's shoulder and closed his eyes, his body begged for sleep.