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Having the super soldier serum running through his veins was good for some things, John knew, but unfortunately that came with the shitty fact that he couldn’t really get drunk anymore. And he tried. A lot.
He’d tried to get blackout drunk when Lemar died but still ended up being stone cold sober hours later, unable to drink away his sorrows. He tried again when Olivia left him and took their son, and it had been the exact same outcome. It didn’t matter that he’d mixed his drinks in a way no one ever should or that by the end of that night he’d drank enough alcohol to potentially kill a regular person.
But yet here he was again, months after the last time and drinking again. This time was different though, he supposed. He was having a couple drinks with the rest of the team, even Bucky and Alexei were drinking too despite being super soldiers like him.
They’ve been here maybe 2 hours now, John thinks, and he can already see Ava and Yelena getting a little bit giddy between the two of them. That was never good. And John was speaking from experience. Anytime those two got even a little drunk their questions and jokes always got personal.
And somehow John always entertained them.
“What are you two giggling about over there?”, John asked them as he watched the two women speak to one another is hushed whispers while they glanced over at him occasionally. Not good.
This seemed to draw the attention of everyone else in the room because now they were all looking over at the three of them with confusion and curiosity written all over their faces.
“We think...”, Ava began, her face already flushed a little red from the alcohol and a smirk growing on her face, “that you like to be called Captain in bed.”
John spits out his beer.
“What the fuck?”
“Wha—did I get it wrong?”, Ava asked simply like what she had just implied wasn’t one of the most personal things she’d ever said to him. “That’s what you were in the military or whatever, right? A Captain.”
John could feel his face growing hotter and hotter by the second, a deep blush creeping up his collar bone and neck to sit nicely on his face. He could feel five pairs of eyes staring at him while his brain worked overtime to come up with some kind of response that didn’t sound dumb.
“I’ll take that as a yes then”, Ava said, throwing her head back and letting out a cackle of a laugh that mocked John right to his core. This was getting really fucking embarrassing.
“That’s not what I said at all!”, John yelled at her across the room, “in fact, I didn’t say anything at all.”
He let out a defeated sigh, hanging his head a little before he brought his bottle up to his lips again, swallowing down some of the lukewarm beer. He grimaced, glancing around the room to see who was still staring at him. Luckily, everyone else had seemed to go back to their own conversations, well, all except...
When John looked up, his eyes locked with Bob’s. There was a certain look in his eyes as he stared back at John that John could only describe as hunger. Lust, he thinks, although he’d never allow himself to think about it for more than a couple seconds at a time.
There’s a knowing smirk on his face too, one that said ‘I know Ava was right’ and suddenly John’s pants start to feel uncomfortably tight.
He clears his throat when he stands. He’s ready to leave. This conversation ended a long time ago for him and right now all he wanted to do was head to his room and calm himself down. Although the likelihood of that happening seemed pretty slim.
“I’m gonna head to bed”, he announces to no one in particular and he can see that most of them don’t pay attention to him. “I’ll see you guys in the morning. Don’t get too drunk, Ava”, he calls back and can already hear Ava letting out a light-hearted laugh.
“I’ll try.”
John shakes his head, smiling despite himself as he makes his way to his room. The hallways are dark as he pads through them—he’s never bothered to turn on the lights anymore considering he could find his way around the entire tower with his eyes closed.
He’s only a few feet away from his door when he hears the sound of footsteps behind him.
John acts quickly...or at least he thinks he done. That is before he’s being pushed against the door. Familiar hands find his waist and suddenly there’s a strong body being pushed against his own, invading his space and caging him in against the door.
Walker let out a shaky breath.
Bob.
Sometimes he forgets just how much stronger Bob is than everyone else on the team, especially him. Before he’d had his fall from grace, the thought of anyone being stronger than him pissed him off. But now John thinks he’s might be the most turned on he’s ever been in his entire life and wonders how things changed so fast.
Bob lets out a breathy laugh right next to John’s ear and it goes straight to his cock. It’s embarrassing how hard he is already and all it took was for Bob to manhandle him and look at him a certain way.
“Did you really think I’d just let you walk away, Captain?”
The way Bob says his title is a taunt. It’s meant to mock him and make him feel ashamed, and John can already feel his body temperature rising. He finds that he doesn’t know how to answer Bob. He wants to give him an answer he’d be satisfied with, but honestly John’s not sure what to say.
He feels Bob hesitate. His hands stop moving on John’s body and it feels like he’s scared to go any further. Probably because I haven’t said anything. Fuck, he needs to think. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
In a moment of pure panic, John grabs the back of Bob’s neck and pulls him in for a kiss. Bob’s tongue immediately slips past John’s lips to slide against his own. A wanton moan leaves him and Bob swallows the noise down eagerly as his hands begin to move again, fumbling over John’s body like he wasn’t sure where to touch first. His fingers slid over one of John’s nipples, making him gasp.
“You gonna answer me, baby?”, he asks, and John pushes down the whine that travels up his throat. Him and Bob have been fooling around like this for a while and usually it was John that took control, but this...
This felt far better than John would ever admit.
“I...fuck, Bob—God, that’s—that feels...”, he stumbles over his words like an idiot and can’t even give Bob the response he deserves when Bob’s hand moves down his body to palm at his cock through his pants and fuck, if John was a weaker man he would have come in his pants by now.
Bob flips him around with an embarrassingly little amount of force so that he’s facing the door. The man’s tongue traces the shell of John’s ear before he nips at his earlobe.
“Open the damn door, John”, is all he says and yet John doesn’t think he’s ever moved faster in his entire life. It’s not surprising that his hand shakes when he reaches for the handle, and he can hear the soft chuckle that Bob let’s out behind him.
It’s humiliating how badly John wants to please him, but that doesn’t stop him from opening the door at the speed he does and pulling Bob inside with him. Bob slams the door so hard behind them that John thinks he might have broken it, but he doesn’t bother to look back now. Not when Bob’s hands are reaching behind him to palm at his ass.
John throws an arm over his face to muffle the soft whines he makes as Bob pulls his shirt over his head, the heat of his hands enough to make his cock twitch. It feels so good, too good and John has no idea what he ever did to deserve this, but whatever it is he’s thankful he did it.
There was a sudden glint in Bob’s eyes, an amused look of sorts that had John questioning whether or not he was going to be in trouble. Truthfully, he’d never thought about being in a more submissive position when it came to fooling around with Bob. The guy was one of the most passive people he’s ever met in his entire life aside from when the void took over and he supposed that he had never seriously thought about the things that Bob could do to him if given the chance. Well, maybe he might have thought about it. Alone. In the early hours of the morning when he should have been sleeping. But that was no one else’s business.
“Get on the bed, Captain.”
It should have been enough to make John ashamed. His military ranking was being used to humiliate him for fuck’s sake, but when Bob’s voice dropped low like that and he looked at John with a dangerous amount of desire that made John’s stomach do a flip, he knew that there was nothing anyone could do for him. He was already done for.
Walker scrambled to get on the bed and he stumbled as he tried to kick off his pants in the process, catching himself on the edge of the mattress before he hit the floor. His face was heating up again and for the first time tonight the lack of light in the room suddenly became a blessing.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise that he followed orders so well. He was a soldier after all. But he also knows there’s a big difference between taking orders from his CO and taking orders from the man he fucks almost every night.
Unsure of what to do, John looked to Bob for guidance. He was not going to fuck this up.
“What do I...”, he trailed off dumbly, and Bob just stood in front of him, sharing fixedly, with that taunting little smile on his face and John can’t help but to avert his gaze. He’s blushing again, hard. Although he’s not sure he ever stopped.
“Pink looks good on you, Cap”, Bob grins back at him, a face that could do no wrong, John thinks, but it has him biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from showing the sheer amount of frustration he’s feeling right now. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”
He pushes himself down the mattress, his feet planted firmly on the floor now as he lays back on his elbows. His eyes follow Bob’s movement and the pathetic little sound that John makes in his throat when he watches Bob sink to his knees in front of him was the most pornographic sound he’s ever made.
“Fuck...”, Bob curses in front of him and John raises his brow at him in a silent question. It takes him far too long to realise that Bob is touching himself in front of him, palming at the impressive bulge in the front of his sweats as he kneels between John’s legs. It might just be the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
“Fuck...Bobby—you have no idea how filthy you look like that”, John’s voice is barely above a whisper, but he knows that Bob’s hearing is better than most people’s and if the telling flush on Bob’s cheeks is anything to go by then he heard him just fine.
Deft fingers hook into the waistband of John’s boxers and pull them down his legs before discarding them somewhere on the floor to be found later. Bob is eyeing his cock with such a hunger he’s not sure he’s seen on the other man before and John thinks he might just pass away.
He becomes transfixed on Bob as he watches him dip his head so that the tip of John’s cock slides past his lips. He goes down, fast, in the way he knows John likes and they’re only a few seconds in before John is panting.
Bob looks up at him, and catches a glimpse of John before he throws his head back again. His hair is stuck to his forehead, his lips slightly parted as he lets out a string of curses when Bob flicks his tongue over the head. He stays there for a moment, working his throat around John, then he pulled back, a slow drag of his lips before he makes a show of licking up the underside of John’s cock.
John hisses and spits something that might be a curse but his mind is so clouded from the pleasure that he can’t focus on anything other than the way Bob is making him feel.
A strong hand comes up to cup his balls before wrapping around the base of his dick where Bob’s mouth can’t quite reach, and then John is letting out a series of pitched moans, noises he didn’t even know he could make.
The warmth of Bob’s mouth leaves his cock and he pulls off John with a filthy noise. The blond wants to say something, wants to protest, but Bob shushes him before he can even think about the words he wants to use.
“You’ve got such a pretty cock, Captain...”, he drawls, leaning forward to give a teasing lick to the head of John cock, and John is left stuttering again like a moron. That should not be as hot as it is to him. He doesn’t know how to respond, so he says nothing. “I really should have done this sooner”, Bob says and then he’s going back down, moaning around John’s cock as it hits the back of his throat.
He threads his fingers through Bob’s hair and tugs slightly, his hips bucking at the same time, sending his cock deeper. Bob swallows again, his eyes watering before a tear slides down his cheek.
“Shit, Bobby...you look so fucking—God, fucking perfect, Bobby—so fucking...”, John knows he probably not making sense anymore, but Bob is moaning at his words and John can’t seem to stop.
“That’s it, Bobby...fuck, take it—just like that....”
Truthfully, John wasn’t sure if he was going to last much longer. The way Bob was touching him, looking at him, talking to him—everything was too much. He felt the overwhelming feeling of his orgasm approaching far too quickly.
Bob gave him the most innocent look John has ever seen from him.
“Come for me, Captain.”
Bob was still working his throat around him, making sure to make the most obscene noises possible just to fuck with John even more, and the other man groaned loudly when he came, spilling down Bob’s throat, the man swallowing his cum without complaint.
The room felt like it was spinning and John really needed to close his eyes for a second. He could hear Bob rustling around in front of him, presumably getting up off the floor.
“John, you okay?”, was all he heard before opening his eyes to find Bob standing over him, a look of concern on his face. He wanted to reach out and touch him, kiss him maybe, but there was no energy left in his body.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good”, was what he settled for, patting the spot beside him on the bed as an invitation. Bob moved onto the bed beside him, immediately going to stroke John’s hair out of his face.
“Do you want me to get you something, a cloth, some water?”, Bob asked, and his voice was so soft, so sweet that John had a hard time not leaning over and kissing him right there.
“Water would be great.”
He watched as Bob left the room, the noise of him scuttling around outside being the only thing that John could hear. He wondered how the others were doing. Ava was probably drunk by now, maybe Yelena too, and knowing Alexei he would go into full dad mode with the pair and make sure they were doing okay. And Bucky, well, he’d probably given up by now and gone to bed, not that he blamed him.
A moment later Bob returned with a glass of water for himself and John.
“Thanks.” John gulped down the water before setting the glass on the nightstand. He moved closer to Bob, sitting shoulder to shoulder with him now, and it wasn’t long before John noticed Bob’s very obvious, very painful looking erection. There’s nothing on Bob’s face that tells John he’s bothered by it.
“You want me to uh...help?”, John asks, gesturing towards Bob’s cock, and the other man gives him a sly smile.
“Is that what you want, Captain?”
Christ. John swears he’s still trying to torture him, that fucker.
“Yes...fuck yes”, John sighs out and Bob grins at him.
“Good cause I wanna fuck you”, Bob says naturally, and John’s brain short circuits.
It takes him a moment to fully register what Bob just said to him, but when he does he’s moving closer to Bob and crushing their mouths together in a heated kiss. John licks his way into Bob’s mouth, enjoying the way the other man moans into the kiss.
He’s moving down to Bob’s jaw quickly, peppering kisses and sucking marks into his skin that he knows Bob will give out about later, but for now he wants some kind of proof for later that this actually happened and it wasn’t some kind of dream.
The noise that John draws from Bob when he sucks over his pulse point is delicious and John would give anything to hear it ten times over.
“John ah, ahh...fuck, John...” Bob’s grip on his shoulder is strong, like he’s still trying his best to regain some of the control he had earlier, and John can’t help but let out a teasing laugh.
“Look at you now, Bobby. Can’t even speak, huh?”
Bob’s eyes flash gold for a split second as a surge of power runs through him. He flips them over easily, that same smirk he’d had on his face earlier is coming back to tug at his lips again.
Fuck.
Bob is straddling him now, one hand holding both of John’s wrists in a punishing grip above his head. Suddenly, John is painfully aware of how naked he is compared to Bob. The other man is still fully clothed and John thinks it’s the most unfair thing that’s happened all day.
“Take your fucking clothes off, Bobby.” John had expected it to come out as more of a throaty command but it ended up just sounding like a whine. He could tell that Bob was trying his hardest not to laugh at him.
“Since you asked so nicely”, Bob chuckled. He made a show of taking his shirt off, teasing John. It was something he’d done ever since John had made the foolish mistake of commenting on the other man’s abs, saying how hot he thought he looked. And ever since then, John hasn’t been able to catch a break.
His eyes trailed over Bob’s abdomen when he pulled his shirt off, going impossibly slow on purpose just to fuck with him. A drop of sweat rolls down Bob’s abs, making them shine and John would be lying if he said he didn’t want to lick it off.
Bob must have noticed John staring at him like a fucking pervert because he dropped his shirt again.
“You don’t get to see me like that if you’re not gonna behave, John”, he tutted at him and John could feel his blush coming back all over again. And he’d only just gotten rid of it too.
“Fuck...look at you. I bet you’d hump me like a dog in heat if I let you”, Bob growled, his voice dropping to that dangerously low place again, making Walker’s cock twitch. Christ, he knew the serum would help his refractory, but he was getting hard again embarrassingly quickly and he knew that Bob would notice sooner or later.
“Aww, poor thing”, Bob cooed, mocking him with a soft laugh, and John couldn’t help but look elsewhere. He shouldn’t find Bob humiliating the fuck out of him this hot, but his cock was about to be painfully hard and there was no way he was hiding his interest. That’s probably why Bob keeps doing it you fool.
John’s jaw fell open in shock. Out of all the things he ever thought Bob would say when they fucked, most of the things he’d said today would never have been there. Honestly, he shouldn’t have thought of Bob as this innocent soul, the guy had been a meth addict before John had known him, but yet when John looked at Bob that’s usually all he saw. Kind, gentle hearted Bob who was nice to everyone in the tower, who didn’t want to hurt anyone. But this...John never would have expected this. This is like something from the fantasies that John kept locked away in his mind.
His cock leaks and embarrassing amount of pre-cum when Bob whispers more filth into his ear and it’s far more telling than John would have liked, but the look in Bob’s eyes makes a shiver run up his spine. And for once in his life he feels like someone’s prey instead.
“You gonna come over here a suck me, Captain, or do I have to finish myself off?”, Bob phrases it like a question but both men know it’s anything but. John watches as Bob shuffles up the bed a little to give John more room to lay between his legs, pushing down his sweats just enough to free his cock. John has himself propped up on one arm, it’s not the most comfortable position but it’s convenient for what he’s about to do.
John thinks back to a few minutes prior when Bob was the one on his knees in front of him and for a moment he wonders how the fuck he’s supposed to match that. He doesn’t have much experience when it comes to giving blow jobs. Sure, him and Lemar helped one another out once or twice and he might have gotten a little curious about it, but he wouldn’t say he was amazing at it. Not like Bob is.
A wave of inadequacy washed over John for a moment, making him feel like maybe he shouldn’t be doing this at all, that Bob deserves someone better. Shit...what if he fucked this up and then Bob wouldn’t want him anymore?
“John?”
Bob’s voice pulled him from his thoughts and he stared back at the other man with a blank expression on his face. He hadn’t even realised he stopped moving.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah I—”
“Want me to talk you through it?”, Bob asked, and John hadn’t ever known relief to come to him so quick, but soon he was letting out a deep breath as he nodded, more sure of himself this time.
“Yeah...I’d like that.”
Bob gave him a soft smile of understanding.
“C’mere”, he said softly, and just like that John was propping himself up again, lingering over Bob’s cock as he watched it leak pre onto his stomach. John’s mouth watered at the sight.
“Take me into your mouth nice and slow—focus on the head for now...good”, Bob drawled as John done what he was told. He leaned forward, parting his lips as he let Bob feed the head of his cock into his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked, swirling his tongue over it.
If Bob’s reactions were anything to go by then John assumed he was doing a decent job at this. He took a moment to glance up and look at Bob, eyes closed, head thrown back, moaning out John’s name. Fuck.
“Take me deeper, that’s it...good boy, John”, Bob praised, and fuck, John thinks he might be finding out something new about himself because that was way more attractive to him than anything should ever be and he never wants Bob to stop talking to him like that.
He grips the base of Bob’s cock with one hand, stroking him gently as he takes him deeper into his mouth, swallowing around him so that Bob can feel just how nice he squeezes him. The other man let’s out a choked off moan and John feels pride swell in his chest. Maybe he was okay at this after all.
John feels Bob’s fingers tangle into his hair, holding him in place as he thrusts up gently. He moans around Bob’s cock as the thrusts speed up a little and soon John is trying his hardest to hold back tears as Bob fucks his face. The noises he’s making are filthy and obscene, but he can’t help it.
“You love being fucking used like this, don’t you?”, Bob groans, losing himself in his pleasure as his thrusts become more and more sporadic and John is trying his hardest to answer him with a nod, but Bob’s grip on his hair is so damn tight that he doesn’t think he can move at all.
“Good boy, John...so good—so fucking pretty and perfect—fuck...good boy, love you so much”, Bob doesn’t stop mumbling praises and curses and John’s name until he comes so deep down John’s throat that he doesn’t even have a chance to react before he’s swallowing it down, wincing a little.
Bob lifts his head off of him and the first thing he does is check to make sure John is okay.
“I didn’t go too far did I? Because John you could have told me, really I—”
“No, Bobby, you didn’t. It was perfect. You were perfect”, John says, the dopey smile on his face not fading as he leans forward to kiss Bob. He pulls back a moment later, noticing that Bob is smiling just as wide.
They clean up a moment later, and John puts some old Hollywood movie on in the background. They’re curled up in bed together when John notices an amused look on Bob’s face.
“What is it?”, John asks, watching as a full grin appears on Bob’s face and the other man is laughing quietly to himself.
“It’s just that, well...Ava was right”, he’s giggling like a little kid now and John can’t find it in himself to stop him, so he hits him with a pillow instead, laughing alongside him.
“Go to bed, Bobby.”