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”I think Walker should do it,” Ava had said during the conversation revolving around Bob having to learn self-defense. John had pushed away the idea— forcing the task on Bucky, who immediately disagreed. They even had a vote about it, and of course, he was the only one who voted Bucky. That meant— he was in charge of training Bob. Just great.
Don’t get him wrong. He didn’t really hate the guy, Bob was just extremely annoying. He was just difficult to work with— he had plenty of underlying mental problems. Anything could trigger Sentry. John didn’t really want to deal with him. Maybe he takes the not hating part back, he hated that Sentry—voidy persona. Not Bob as a person, he is so confused about him.
At 10 AM John put on his US agent suit. Today was the day he had to train Bob. It felt a little unfair to have him do it. Ava definitely only suggested him because she knew about his conflicting feelings towards Bob. Not because he was a good teacher— cause he definitely wasn’t.
John had anger issues and an egotistical attitude. He is very aware of them. That’s not what you look for in a teacher. Look— he doesn’t want to hurt Bob, but if he pissed him off he might want to rethink that.
He waited in the makeshift training room in the basement off the Tower. It had a padded floor and soundproof walls. So, if he wanted to yell, he could. Secretly he hoped that Bob wouldn’t show up. But the fucker is loyal. He walked into the gym, he wore a black tank top and shorts that perfectly fit his legs. What the fuck. Why did he just think that?
“Hey,” he said looking around the space. Bob had never been here before— why would he? He wasn’t any special without being sentry, just some depressed loser.
John huffed, his arms crossed as he watched Bob walk up to him. “Bobby,” he acknowledged his presence. Bob rolled his eyes at the nickname, he hated that nickname. He already wanted to punch the dick right in his stupid grinning face. Bob’s fist slightly balled into a fist.
”Don’t get ahead of yourself,” John joked. He noticed his fist clenching. “You don’t get to hit me just yet,” He walked to the boxing bags and grabbed one with ease throwing it over his shoulder.
“Just stop using that stupid nickname, and I won’t hit you right now,” He said as John walked off.
John laughed, “Like to see you try— you’re gonna listen to me okay?” He set the boxing bag down and fished some boxing tape from his pockets.
“Since I’m so nice, I brought some tape for you,” John threw him the tape. Bob catches it clumsily. “I’m gonna have you work on your punching technique first,” he explains. Bob nodded along whilst he taped his knuckles with the red tape.
John leaned against the bag. “Cause when you punched the void— your technique could’ve broken your hand,” he said brutally. “And that’s not what you want right? Bobby-boy?” He smirked at him.
Bob shot him a glare, already getting annoyed by what was coming out of John’s mouth. “Like you know what you’re talking about.” He snarked back. “Captain America reject…” He muttered.
“Real mature bringing that up. I served in the military for years, I think I know what I’m doing. You’re the one with no experience,” He crossed his arms again, getting in Bob’s face. That staple John Walker smirk still lingered on his face, the one Bob wanted to punch so badly. He knew he couldn’t, but he needed to. It was for his own good. However, Bob restrained himself from doing it.
John kept practically breathing on him. He tensed up his muscles. “Are you done acting all tough now? ‘Cause it’s getting old,” John put a finger in his chest, pressing it hard before pulling it back.
Bob looked away. Avoiding John’s eyes burning in his skull. “I said, are you done? Lost your tongue or something?” John felt himself getting genuinely angry, he was trying to be nice and teach him stuff. But Bob wouldn’t cooperate.
”No…” He said quietly but still with a hiss in his voice.
John grabbed his jaw and made him look at his face. “The fuck you mean— no?” John half yelled. His grip was tight, almost bruising. Bob didn’t want to show that he was in pain. He kept a face on that was neutral.
Bob met John’s eyes. “Get off of me!” Bob pressed a hand against John’s shoulder, attempting to push him off. It didn’t work, John was obviously the stronger one.
“Oh, I don’t think so— you see, I offered to train you and you’re being ungrateful. So you start listening to me right the fuck now,” He bit his words, Bob flinched.
He started feeling his blood boiling in his veins. All the adrenaline caught up with him, and he pried out of John’s touch and swung a fist in his face. It caused John to fall backward. John groaned but he was still laughing. He wiped the blood away from the cut on his lip.
John looked at the boy standing over him. “Oh— that was a bad decision, Bobby. You are going to have to pay for what you did, bad boy.” He winked and swiped his foot over the floor to tackle Bob to the ground.
Bob hit the ground hard. He groaned as he moved to his back. When he opened his eyes, he saw the sight of John towering over him. “Don’t make me hurt you. That would be unfair wouldn’t it?”
He nodded, and he started regretting the punch. But the situation he found himself in was kind of hot. What was he thinking? But with John standing over him like that… he couldn't stop thinking. He never thought that would do something to him.
“Awh~ can’t talk anymore? That’s okay Bob… I can make you talk.” He sat on his knees, practically straddling him. “It’s kind of embarrassing don’t you think? You attempting to take me out with one punch… you know I’m strong.” John had no idea what possessed him, but he felt turned on by the whole situation. The way Bob listened to him so easily after being manhandled.
Bob swallowed hard. He felt all his blood from the earlier rush to his groin. His chest went up and down at a fast pace. John shifted his balance so that one knee was between Bob’s legs and the other wasn’t.
John had been unaware of the boner Bob was getting for a hot second until he felt something press against his leg. “Oh..” His mouth made a round shape as he looked down.
“I’m sorry... I’m sorry…” Bob attempted to get up. His whole face was bright red. God this was so humiliating. This couldn’t be happening. John would probably resent him even more now.
Instead of letting Bob leave the training room. He pulled him by his waist over to one of his legs. “John…” He desperately said. Squirming under his touch.
“What…” He breathed out. He was getting hard himself too, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it at all. “You don’t have to be ashamed… I know I’m an absolute turn-on,” He joked.
Bob whimpered a bit, shifting on John’s leg for any kind of friction. John’s hands kept him neatly in place, and he couldn’t get out. He was so embarrassed it almost hurt.
“That’s it... That’s it,” John whispered against his neck. It caused Bob to get actually chills. He shifted a bit more on John’s thigh. Letting out a low noise at the friction it caused.
John squeezed his waist a bit, he focused on what was happening on his upper leg. “You… you want me to keep going— cause I probably can’t stop it…” Bob now buried himself in John’s neck. He was too afraid to look him directly in the eye.
”Please do— you’re being such a good boy for me aren’t you?” He whispered, “Are you okay with this?” John felt the need to ask for consent. He isn’t a monster.
“Oh my god… more than anything,” He moaned slightly, moving up and down John’s leg at a pretty fast pace.
“Good,” He breathed, “cause I really fucking want you too,” John admitted. “I love the way you make me feel…” John praises the boy who is melting against him. Bob moaned at the praise, something he desperately needed.
It didn’t take long before the inevitable happened. John rubbed his back soothingly. He murmured some praise in his ear, before helping him stand. Bob clung on to him for a minute, catching his breath. John kept him close, having a hand on his neck.
Bob looked down. “Do— are you hard I can’t tell?,” He laughed a bit, it was unclear because of his suit. ”Trust me, I am. But it’s okay. I was being a dick earlier, let me have this torture.” He winked at him.
When they made their way back to the common area, they tried to act as normal as possible. Well— Bob immediately bolted to the shower.
“It went well I assume?” Ava referred to his sweaty face and bleeding lip. “He made you bleed so I guess he wasn’t as shit as we thought,” she laughed.
“Oh— yeah he’s shit,” He played along. He saw Bucky give him a certain look as he walked past him.
Bucky held his arm, “you may fool her— but I’m not stupid,” he whispered so only he could hear what he had to say. He knows a gay romance when he sees it.
“Shut up Bucky, go fuck Sam or something.”