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It started with a headline.

“Ex-Captain America and New Avenger John Walker leaves wife and son for younger, meth-addicted teammate”

Bob’s eyes were glued to the phone the entire morning as comments and messages began to reach his social media. The New Avengers were no strangers to hate messages, and when Bob’s history had come out he received his own fair share of criticism, but this was completely different. A screaming match with Valentina would be in their future, for certain. She had explicitly warned them against public affection until the media backlash died down, but they hadn’t listened. It was one little picture, barely even visible, but it spread like wildfire. John and Bob, in hats and sunglasses, tucked into the alley next to their favorite coffee shop and sharing a kiss.

Every word of the headline gnawed at Bob’s heart. ‘Ex-Captain America’ would kill John, ‘meth-addicted teammate’ was harsh, he had a name after all. It was the middle part that broke him completely. John and Olivia had been divorced for almost a year and a half now, any journalist worth their salt could figure that out. Of course, they all pointed out that in every press photo John still wears his wedding ring.

It was a point that pained Bob more than the insinuation that he was a homewrecker. He wouldn’t pretend like he hadn’t noticed the ring on John’s finger. In fact, it seemed to call out to him every time they were together, like it was the One Ring. Bob hadn’t brought it up out of respect and nervousness. They had only been fooling around for five months, and even then John only started calling Bob his ‘boyfriend’ a few weeks ago. It never seemed like the right time to bring up ‘hey, I know this thing between us has been complicated, but why do you still wear a wedding ring from your failed marriage?’.

But now everyone knew.

A knock at the door pulled Bob from his unhealthy scrolling, and he looked up to see John walking in with tired eyes. Bob took a deep breath and offered a half-smile. “You okay?”

John shrugged and laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “I’ve been better. It’s not the worst media scandal I’ve been through. Led to a very interesting phone call with Olivia, though.” he spat.

Bob winced at her name. He knew he wasn’t guilty of anything they were accusing him of, but he still felt awful. “She knows?”

“It’s her name in the news too, Bobby. She was supposed to be getting away from all of this and I just… dragged her and Dylan right back into it. Like a jackass.”

Bob held up his phone with a weak laugh. “At least you haven’t been ignoring 17 missed calls from Val.”

John scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I’ve been getting that too.” He turned to face Bob and sighed. “How are you holding up? I know you’re not used to it.”

Bob swallowed and placed his phone upside down on the bed. “I feel like a mess. Everyone is calling me a slut and a homewrecker. One article even suspected that I was dating you for your ‘Avengers Money’ to feed my addiction.”

John sighed and sat up, pressing his body against Bob. “Fuck them, Bobby, it’s all just bullshit. They’re just looking for a good story, doesn’t matter if it’s true.” He leaned over to kiss him softly, but Bob’s eyes couldn’t help but travel to John’s left hand. That damn ring. Bob placed a hand on John’s shoulder, leaning his head down to break their kiss.

“It’s not ‘untrue’, John. They’re right I was, still am, a mess and your divorce wasn’t that long ago.”

John scoffed, looking down at Bob with a confused expression. “What does that have to do with anything? What’s going on with you and I has nothing to do with me and her.”

“Is there still a ‘you and her’?”

John was silent. It was an unfair question and Bob knew it. Eighteen years is a long time to know someone… to love someone. Expecting everything to be gone in only a year and a half was impossible, especially when she was still such a big part of his life. “Why are you asking a question you don’t want to know the answer to?”

Bob shook his head, standing up from the bed. “Because I don’t want to be what all those people are saying I am. John, I think you and I… are really special. I’m not asking you to cut her out of your life or anything but… you could at least take the ring off.”

“That’s not fair, Bob.” John’s tone was getting harsher, and he stood up from the bed to face his boyfriend. “You’ve got baggage too and I don’t get on you for it.”

Bob’s eyebrows furrowed. “This doesn’t have anything to do with my baggage. This is about you being in love with your ex wife.”

John took a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair. He was getting more and more agitated, and Bob could feel the tension rising in the room. Someone was going to get themselves hurt. “I don’t know what you want me to tell you.”

Bob felt his chest tighten. This was a mess. He and John had always been a mess, but he expected everything to get easier after they became official. “Let me know when you figure it out.” He muttered, walking out the door.

Bob and John didn’t talk for a week.

The team noticed. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen the article. Valentina gave everyone a very long lecture on public appearances, effectively scolding John and Bob in front of the entire team. Yelena could feel Bob pulling away, isolating himself and shutting down. John spent every day in the gym, taking out his feelings on the punching bag.

Yelena had enough of the tension, and was determined to get the two to interact. One morning, she walked up to Bob’s chair by the window and lightly kicked his foot, breaking him out of his reading trance. Bob looked up at her with sad, tired eyes. “Lena? I thought you guys were leaving for that mission in Jersey?”

Yelena smiled and sat on the arm of the chair, wrapping her arm around him. “We’re all getting ready, and you’re coming too.”

Bob grimaced and pushed his nose back into his book. “I’d mess it up. You know I can’t do anything out there, I’ll just get someone killed.”

Yelena sighed and plucked the book from his hands. “That’s not true. We need someone to stay with the jet while we get the stolen tech. You’ll keep an eye on the entrance and let us know if we’re being ambushed. Not so hard.”

Bob frowned and looked out the window. “Okay.”

When they exited the elevator into the hangar, John turned to give the pair a confused look. “What’s he doing here?

Bob tried not to get hurt by his tone. In one week, everything had been undone. It was like the last six months never happened. Their energy reverted back to how it was in the vault, and Bob forgot how much John used to get under his skin.

Yelena glared at her teammate. “He’s staying with the jet to keep watch. Got a problem?”

John took one more look at Bob before climbing into the jet, saying nothing.

“Yelena, I should really just stay-” Bob started.

Yelena didn’t respond, she only pulled him by his arm into the jet. The flight to South Jersey was quick. Bucky briefed the team on the mission. It was simple. A gang of looters got their hands on old, stolen HYDRA tech. It was highly dangerous and, like the rest of HYDRA, should’ve been destroyed ages ago, but things slipped through the cracks all the time. They tracked the gang’s location to a warehouse in South Jersey, and would infiltrate and recover all stolen objects.

And Bob’s role? Stay with the jet. That was his contribution while the others risked their lives. The situation with John had put his mental state in the gutter, and he couldn’t help but feel completely useless as he watched the team make their way into the warehouse while he watched helplessly from the roof of the next building. Bob rarely joined in on missions, but when he did this was the typical routine. Stay near the jet, comm link in ear, watch for any intruders. It was so easy, a child could do it.

Listening to the comm link provided a small bit of levity, and he always enjoyed the team bickering with each other, but this time all Bob could do was tune it out. The only things on his mind were that stupid headline, John’s wedding ring and how useless he was right now.

Which is why, when a large explosion and a beam of purple light crashed through the roof of the warehouse, it scared him enough to break his dissociation. Smoke billowed out of the crack in the building, and curses and screams began to fill his earpiece. One particular pained scream in particular.

“Oh god, Walker… Alexei, we need cover!” Yelena’s panicked voice called. Bob had never heard her so worried before.

It took one more of John’s pained screams for him to jump from his seat and rush down the fire escape, running into the building despite his orders. The room was a mess, with Bucky and Alexei shooting at a few of the gang members on the opposite side of the room. On the side closest to Bob, he could make out Yelena’s hair from behind a handful of crates, the debris from the explosion all around her. He quickly rushed to her side, stopping in his tracks when he saw the damage.

Walker was on the ground, practically writhing in pain, and it was no surprise why. Whatever beam had caused the explosion grazed his body. A dark, bloody gash carved it’s way through John’s chest, and the skin was smoking. Blood poured from his mouth as Yelena held him, a horrified look on her face as she looked through her pack for anything that could help. Bob forgot everything in that moment, falling to his knees beside John and holding the back of the blonde’s head. “What the hell happened?!”

Yelena sniffled and shook her head, beginning to cry. “It was one of the HYDRA weapons… he pushed me out of the way…”

John’s head began to feel limp in his arms, and he could see him begin to lose consciousness. Bob felt the tears falling down his cheeks as well. “Yelena…help him!” he cried, shaking John awake.

“MOVE! NOW!” Bucky’s stern voice boomed, forcing the other two away from John’s body. Bucky reached into his own pack, placing a high tech item on John’s chest that covered the wound like a blanket. He nodded at Alexei, who picked John up into his strong arms, despite John’s scream of pain as his body was moved, and carried him out the door. Bucky huffed and pointed at Yelena. “You and Ava are on cleanup while we deal with this, do you understand?”

Yelena shook her head. “NO! I’m coming with you-”

Bucky shook his head and pressed a few buttons on his phone, calling for help. Out of the corner of his blurry eyes, Bob could see a lone member of the gang attempt to slip outside unnoticed. Bob’s hand moved on its own, and his eyes glowed bright gold as he used his abilities to shove the gang member against the wall with a hard ‘crack’. He shut his eyes tight, attempting to push down his rising anger, and he quickly pushed past Bucky and Yelena, following Alexei to the jet.

The ride home was agonizingly slow, filled with the sounds of John’s screams and Bob and Yelena’s tears. When they finally arrived, John was brought to the team doctor in the medical bay of the tower. They wheeled John into the OR with Bob following right behind him, until Alexei stopped him right outside the door with a hand on his shoulder. Bob sniffled and wrestled out of the man’s grip. “No, I-I need to talk to him-”

Alexei held him tightly. “You need to let the doctors do their job. He is beyond our help now.”

Bob sobbed in Alexei’s arms before falling to his knees. John was strong, tough and remarkably durable. But none of them had seen him take an injury like this before, and even the doctors looked at his broken body like he was beyond saving.

The entire team stayed in the waiting room of the medical bay for nine hours. It was silent, save for Bob’s crying and Yelena and Alexei’s attempts at comfort. Bucky would make small trips to make sure people were eating, and Ava would attempt to crack a joke here and there to lighten the mood, but everyone was miserable. Losing John would be like losing family at this point. And for Bob, after everything the two had been fighting about for the last week, it felt like he would never get the chance to apologize.

After hour ten, Bucky pulled Bob into the hallway, giving him a sad look. “I’m gonna say something you don’t want to hear.” Bob sniffled and nodded. “Someone needs to call Olivia. If something happens… she should be here.” He held out John’s cell phone. “I can do it if you need me to, she knows me.”

Bob stared at the cell phone with tear filled eyes. He hated it, but Bucky was right. At the end of the day, she had known John for eighteen years. She had a child with him. Now wasn’t the time for Bob to get caught up in jealousy. He took the phone from Bucky and wiped his nose. “I’ll do it. It should be me.”

Bucky nodded and patted him on the shoulder before returning to the waiting room. Bob took a deep breath and opened John’s phone, trying not to cry at the photo of Bob smiling and flipping off the camera that acted as John’s wallpaper. He opened John’s contacts and hovered over Olivia’s name. He hated himself for it, John was dying after all, but he imagined her by John’s side when he woke up, and felt sick. Bob sighed and pressed her name, letting the phone ring.

“Hey John. Everything okay?”

“Hi, Mrs. Walker, um… Olivia. I’m… one of John’s teammates. Bob?”

The line was quiet for a moment. “Where’s John?”

“There was an accident during the mission today and… he’s hurt. Badly. He’s been in the OR for ten hours now and… I think that you should try and make it to the tower. We don’t really know what’s going to happen.”

He heard Olivia sniffle on the other line. “Fuck… I’ll be there in half an hour… Thank you for calling me.”

The line went dead, and half an hour later Olivia and Dylan Walker came in through the doors of the waiting room. Olivia had been crying. Bucky shook her hand and gave her an overview of the conversation, but Dylan met Bob’s eyes and gave him a small smile and a wave. The two had met a few times during his visits to the tower, and Bob was confident that he was Dylan’s favorite.

Olivia looked over at the team and gave them all a sad smile. “How are you all holding up?”

Everyone looked at Bob, half-hiding in a chair at the other end of the room, away from everyone else. It was mortifying. Yelena cleared her throat and spoke up to save him. “It’s been pretty agonizing. They’ve been working on him since midnight and none of the doctors will give us an update.”

To Bob’s surprise, Olivia sat next to him. “And how are you holding up?”

Bob looked up at her with a worried expression. He can only assume he looked a mess, eyes red and puffy from crying all day. “Um, I-I’m… I don’t know.”

She nodded and held Dylan tightly. “It’ll be okay. John’s tough, but I’m sure you know that.”

Bob chuckled sadly. “You’ve got a lot of faith in him.”

Olivia shrugged and leaned her head against the wall. “I’ve just seen him go through a lot. He’s not the type of guy to back down from a fight, and this is no different. He’ll tough it out… He has to.” She tried to meet Bob’s eyes. “Thank you, by the way. For helping him. He means a lot to me.”

Bob felt more tears stream down his cheeks. “You mean a lot to him too.”

Olivia frowned, giving him a sad, but knowing, stare. Still, she dropped it, letting the two have their moment of silence while they waited for more information.

After twelve full hours, the doctor entered the room, and everyone scrambled to their feet to surround him.

“Mr. Walker’s condition is stable. There’s quite a lot of damage. He lost 20% of his blood, the skin around the wound is covered in third degree burns, and his sternum is cracked. Mr. Walker’s accelerated healing made it difficult to operate, but it will also help him in recovery. He’s going to be alright. Bedridden for the next week, but he’ll be alright.”

A sigh of relief washed over the group, and Bob felt a wave of anxiety rush off of his shoulders. Still, there were new problems to obsess over now. Talking to John again after the past week, after his injury, with his ex-wife and son here, would be a pain that Bob wasn’t sure he was brave enough to face. Olivia, Yelena and Bob followed the doctor to John’s bed, while Dylan stayed with the others. The three walked into the room and held back gasps at John’s condition.

He was laid out on the hospital bed, hooked up to tubes and bags. A large, horrible bandage covered the front of his chest, and peaking out beneath it were the third degree burns, covered in a salve. His eyes were open, but he looked exhausted. Olivia and Yelena walked in, but Bob stayed in the doorway. John was always so tough, so put together. No matter what situation, he always had some kind of a plan. And now he looked so vulnerable. Bob wasn’t sure he could make it five minutes in this room.

John gave a weak smile as Olivia sat next to him, giving him a soft hug. Bob felt his heart break watching John wrap his weak arms around her, whispering something in her ear. He felt like he was intruding on their moment. For all he knew, John wouldn’t even want him here. But he was going to be okay, and Bob could sleep easier. John being alright and happy was all that mattered. While Yelena and Olivia were occupied fussing over John, Bob slipped out of the room, crying as he walked back to the elevator.

After twenty minutes of talking to Olivia and Yelena, John hesitantly gave Yelena a knowing look. “Bob?”

Yelena sighed and sniffled. “He was in the waiting room the entire time. He came to help you, even took out one of the gang. But… I don’t think he wants to talk. It’s been a hard day.”

John took a deep breath, attempting to blink the tears out of his eyes. This was all his fault. He sniffled and shook his head. “Could you just… tell him I want to see him?” Yelena nodded and gave his hand a squeeze before walking out of the room. Olivia turned to him with a smile.

“So Bob?”

John chuckled weakly. “I know we haven’t really talked about it. I’m sorry if… I made you uncomfortable.”

Olivia shook her head and ran her fingers through John’s sweat-soaked hair. “I’m not uncomfortable, Johnny. It’s time for us to move on. I’m happy that you found someone who can be with you on missions and understand what it’s like to have this kind of life. You and I… we were good. Great, even. But we were going in different directions.”

John took a deep, ragged breath and leaned into her touch. A few tears fell from his eyes. “I think I already messed it up.”

“I watched that boy sit in the waiting room looking like a sad puppy for two hours. I don’t know what happened between you two but I can already tell that he thinks the world of you. He’s sweet… he’s the one who called me, y’know? It doesn’t seem like you’ve messed it up to me.”

John sniffled, wiping the tears from his eyes. He slowly removed his wedding ring and placed it in Olivia’s hands. “You’re still my best friend, you know that?”

Olivia let out a few tears of her own. “I know, Johnny.”

Half an hour passed before Bob showed up in the doorway, looking like a wreck. John’s head perked up, and Olivia gave them both a smile. “I’ll give you two a moment. I’m gonna go check on Dylan.”

When she exited, Bob made no move to enter or sit down. He stood in the doorway like a shadow, looking anywhere but at John. John attempted to sit himself up, groaning slightly. “How come you left?”

“Didn’t think you wanted me.” Bob muttered. “I just wanted to see that you were okay.”

John swallowed and leaned forward slightly. “I saw you come into the warehouse. You could’ve gotten hurt.” Bob simply shrugged, and John could see that he would be getting nowhere with him anytime soon. “Please come talk to me, Bobby.”

Bob looked up at John with watery blue eyes. His bottom lip trembled slightly, and Olivia was right. He did look like a sad puppy. It was killing John not to walk over and hold him. Bob took a tentative step inside. “I-I shouldn’t have… It wasn’t fair of me to assume you and I had the same kind of relationship as you and her.” He sniffled. “I see why you love her. She’s… she’s sweet. You two looked really happy together. It’s for the best that you and I… Well, I don’t want to get in the way.”

“Bobby… Olivia and I got divorced a year and a half ago. That’s part of my past now and I know I haven’t been very good at showing it… but you’re the one I want to be with. I know it took a long time for me to admit it and you had to deal with me coming to terms with… a lot. But when I woke up all I could think about was seeing you. I thought I was gonna die without you here next to me and…” John began to cry, and Bob stepped closer. “... I love you. Only you.” He held up his left hand, free of a ring.

Bob sat on the edge of the bed near John’s feet, still nervous to approach him. “I love you too.”

John let out a deep breath and gave him a small smile. “Then will you come over here and kiss me, already?”

Bob chuckled through his tears and scooched closer, leaning forward to kiss John deeply. John used all his remaining strength to pull Bob’s body as close to his as possible, like he might blow away in the wind. Bob ran his fingers through John’s hair, kissing his cheeks. “Don’t ever, ever do anything like that again. I thought I was gonna lose you.”

John smiled and pressed a kiss to Bob’s forehead. “I’ll be more careful next time, promise.” He pressed their noses together, earning a smile from Bob. “But at least you get to keep me company while I’m bedridden.”

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Six days into John’s recovery and the man was getting frustrated.

From Bob and Olivia coddling him at every hour of the day to the doctor refusing to let him out of the bed, John was fed up with the constant fussing. ‘He was a super soldier, a grown ass man’, he had said, ‘and he could tough it out and push through a little pain to get out of bed’.

Which is how Bob found him on the evening of day six.

“NO! No! Absolutely not!” Bob shouted as he entered the hospital room, rushing to John’s side to ease him back into bed. “Dr. White is gonna kill you.”

John rolled his eyes and winced as he was guided back to a sitting position. “Bobby, I’ve been doing nothing but sitting still for six days. If you make me sit here for another second I might have to kill you.”

Bob matched his eye roll, throwing the blankets over John’s lower half and fluffing his pillow. “Need I remind you that you were legally deceased for twenty seconds. It’s only one more day, John. I’ll keep you company tonight, I promise.” Bob sat on the edge of the bed, running his fingers through the older man’s strawberry blonde hair. John huffed and slammed the back of his head against the wall repeatedly. Bob couldn’t help but smirk a bit at John’s frustration. He considered it payment for scaring the hell out of him last week. Bob reached over to run his fingers across the bandage covering the nasty gash on John’s chest. “Tell me how you’re feeling?”

John placed his hand over Bob’s, threading their fingers together. “I’m fine. The burns don’t even sting anymore and I can sit and stand up straight without being in pain. Doc says my sternum is almost fully healed. The hole in my chest is still pretty nasty though.”

Bob grimaced at John’s blunt wording. “Just take it easy tonight, okay? For me?” He asked with his best pleading eyes and fluttering eyelashes.

John scoffed and lightly shoved Bob’s face. “You’re a dick. Fine, I’ll stay in bed, but you better find something for us to do.”

Bob hummed and stood up from the bed, walking around to look around the Watchtower’s hospital room. “Well, it’s just you and me here tonight. It’s Dr. White’s day off, Olivia took Dylan home last night and the others are on a mission. If there’s a free outlet nearby I could get my laptop and maybe we could watch a movie.”

John was a dog. Bob’s words went in one ear and out the other as John watched him bend over the edge of the doctor’s desk looking for an outlet. He chewed on his bottom lip to cover a smirk as he eyed the way Bob’s hoodie rode up his back. “Yeah I think there’s an outlet behind there, just a little further down.”

Bob leaned over further, and John was halfway to jumping out of the bed when Bob’s baggy pajama pants shifted to sit lower on his exposed hips. “I don’t see one, John, are you sure-” After a brief pause, Bob whipped around to a standing position, giving John a glare despite his blushing red face. “You’re an asshole.”

John chuckled and leaned back in bed. He could feel himself hardening through the blanket covering his lower half. “I’m not allowed to stare at my boyfriend?” The word ‘boyfriend’ still felt foreign on his tongue, but he liked the way it sounded. Clearly Bob did too, because his blush only deepened as he tried to hide his smile by turning his face away. John gestured to ‘come here’ with a crook of his finger, and Bob couldn’t help but roll his eyes as John dragged him closer by the arm.

“You’re supposed to be resting. I’m not indulging you.” Bob said defiantly as John pulled the man into a sitting position on his lap.

John smirked and ran his fingers over Bob’s thighs. “You’ve been taking such good care of me all week. Don’t act like you don’t want to play ‘doctor’ some more.” Bob laughed and leaned his forehead against John’s, and John couldn’t help but smile at hearing Bob’s genuine laugh again. “You’re not gonna break me, Bobby.”

Bob shook his head with a smile, and he kissed John quickly on the lips. “Val probably has cameras in here or something. And I don’t know how many times I have to remind you that you almost died last week. You’re not winning this fight, baby.”

John raised an eyebrow. ‘Baby’ was new. Maybe it was his broken sternum, but the word had John’s heart racing and his breath stuttering. He kept one strong hand on Bob’s thighs while the other threaded into Bob’s curls, pulling him down to lock their eyes. “You can’t call me ‘baby’ like that and expect me not to fuck you into this hospital bed.”

Bob moaned softly, eyes beginning to glaze over with lust. “You’re not fucking anybody into anything, not while you’re healing. If I do this for you we do it at my pace. You lay there while I take care of you. Got it?”

John smirked and kissed Bob again, pulling him closer so that he was situated fully on top of him. “When did I say you could get so bossy?”

Bob hummed and wrapped his arms around John’s neck, kissing him deeply. It had been two weeks since they were last together, and both of the men’s frustrations were poured into every ounce of the kiss. Bob let his hands roam over every inch of the man’s body, feeling like he had to memorize every inch just in case he ever lost John like that again. When his fingers grazed over the bandages on John’s chest, John’s breath hitched slightly. Bob swallowed his tears and returned to kissing John before he could get emotional. He reminded himself that John was fine, and he wasn’t in any danger.

Bob’s fingers danced across the waistband of John’s boxers, teasingly, and his kisses trailed down to John’s neck as he pulled the skin between his teeth. John groaned and leaned his head back, giving him better access. “Quit teasing, Bobby, it’s been two weeks.”

Bob giggled into John’s neck and climbed off his lap, slowly moving down the bed to situate himself between John’s thighs. He kissed along John’s abs as he tugged his boxers down agonizingly slowly. Bob hummed softly and nuzzled his nose into the curly patch of dirty blonde hair trailing down John’s stomach.

John couldn’t help but shiver as Bob exposed his body to the cold air. He ran his fingers through Bob’s curls, pulling his unnaturally warm body as close as possible. “Hoodie off. Now.”

Bob smirked and glanced up at John with big, beautiful dark blue eyes. “Who’s bossy now?” he muttered before reaching down to tug the blue hoodie over his head, leaving him in one of John’s workout tank tops and his baggy jeans. He leaned down, hands on John’s thighs, and left soft kisses all along John’s hips, thighs and abdomen, purposefully avoiding where he needed it most.

John exhaled a moan through gritted teeth, and he gave Bob’s hair a light tug. “If you keep teasing I’m just gonna hold you down, pretty boy.” Bob’s eyes fluttered shut, and he moaned softly at that before wrapping his soft lips around the head of John’s cock. John groaned deeply and lightly pushed himself deeper down Bob’s throat. “You like that? When I call you ‘pretty’?”

Bob looked up at him with those pretty blue eyes and moaned out a soft “mhmm” as he took the rest of John in his mouth with practiced ease. John took in a deep breath as Bob began to move his head slowly. Bob’s mouth was perfect, but he always went too slow for John’s liking. He pushed Bob’s curls out of his eyes and gave an experimental thrust upward, testing his own range of motion. When it caused him little pain, he placed both hands on the top of Bob’s head, fucking his mouth at a harsh pace. Bob’s eyes rolled back in his head, and John drank in every soft gag from Bob’s throat. John couldn’t help his smirk as he pulled Bob down deeper. “Can’t take it, pretty boy?”

Bob’s eyes flashed gold as he shot him a pointed glare, one that screamed ‘I’ll get you back for that’. His grip on John’s thighs would probably break a normal person, and as dangerous as it was, John only got more aroused the more Bob’s Sentry persona revealed itself. He squeezed his thighs around Bob’s head as he fucked him harder, enjoying the whine that escaped Bob’s mouth. John loved that someone as powerful as Bob would still bend and submit under John’s own strength, like he was made for him specifically. “Bobby, I’m gonna..”

Bob moaned and pulled off John’s cock, stroking him while he muttered a soft “please…”. He opened his mouth, stroking John’s cock while he let it rest against his tongue, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes. John moaned loudly and let his eyes roll back in his head. He pulled Bob’s hair with a grip hard enough to pull out a few strands as his orgasm washed over him, thighs tightening around Bob’s head.

When he came down from his high, he looked down at Bob just in time to watch him swallow and lick the cum that painted his lips. John groaned and patted his lap. “Get up here. Now.” Bob giggled and sat up, removing his jeans and boxers before sitting on John’s lap, careful not to hurt him. He leaned forward to kiss John, smirking when the man groaned at the taste. “Brat,” he muttered, giving Bob’s ass a harsh slap. “Round two?”

Bob chuckled and spit in his hand, giving John’s cock as much ease as possible before sliding himself down onto his cock, still hard. “Thank God for super-soldier stamina.” John smiled and held his warm body as close as possible, letting his hands slide up the tank top to run his nails down Bob’s back. Bob let out an exhale as he bottomed out, grinding down on John’s lap. “Fuck, you’re big.”

John smirked and teasingly sunk his teeth around Bob’s nipple through the tank top. “Oh yeah?” he asked with a raise of his eyebrow.

Bob rolled his eyes with a smile and let his hands rest on John’s shoulders. “Don’t let it go to your head” he breathed out as he began to slowly move his hips up and down.

“Too late,” John moaned. “I think you should keep telling me how good it feels.”

Bob whined as John gripped his hips tightly, thrusting to match Bob’s pace. He buried his blushing face in John’s hair, letting the older man take over. John thrusted upward with the same brutal pace he fucked his mouth with, strong arms holding onto Bob’s hips with enough force to crack him in half. Bob reached down to place his hands on top of John’s feeling the sheer force beneath them. There weren’t many things Bob loved about his new body, but the feeling of knowing John wasn’t holding back when he threw him around and held him down was a pretty good benefit. “You’re so fucking big, John… and strong… fuck…” he breathed out.

John growled into Bob’s neck as he continued to fuck him harder. “Yeah you just need a big strong man to fuck you good, don’t you pretty boy?” Another whine left Bob’s mouth, and John could feel his thighs tense around him. “I asked you a question, Bobby.”

Bob was past coherent, eyes watery and beyond the point of answering. Only a whiny “mmmnnn” left his mouth, and John couldn’t help but chuckle, reaching down to palm Bob’s cock, pushing him over the edge. Blue eyes turned gold, and the lamp next to the bed gave a soft flicker as Bob tightened around him. John moaned deeply into Bob’s neck as he came for the second time that night. The two stayed still for a moment, breathing heavily as they held each other tightly.

After a moment of silence, John kissed Bob softly. “You with me, Bobby?” Bob nodded, wrapping his arms around John’s neck for a tight hug. John could feel small wet spots on his neck, and heard Bob sniffle softly. John hummed and kissed Bob’s shoulders, running his fingers along his back gently. “I’ve got you, baby.”

Bob nodded, slightly overwhelmed and not ready to be verbal yet, and he kissed John’s cheek with a soft smile. John adjusted their position slightly, helping Bob curl up against him in the bed and draping the blanket over them. He turned the bedside lamp off and kissed Bob’s forehead. “We’re gonna have to get up before everyone gets back or this is gonna be really awkward in the morning.”

Bob laughed and cuddled close to John. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.” he said with a slightly hoarse voice. “You were supposed to be resting, I’m a horrible caretaker.”

John smirked and bumped their noses together. “Are you kidding? That was the best I’ve felt all week.”

Bob chuckled and scrunched his nose against John’s. “You’re lucky I love you.”

John smiled and kissed him one last time before letting sleep take him. “I love you too, Bobby.”