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Bob’s breath comes ragged, his hands trembling from the effort. Sweat clings to his hairline, dripping down his jaw and chest.
“Guys, can we… can we take a breather, please?” he pants.
Across the gym, Yelena tilts her head, arms folded, smiling.
“You look like you ran a marathon, dude.”
Walker snorts. “He’s holding back. We all know he could flatten us before lunch. But no, he’s stopping at… what? Ten reps?”
Bucky shoots him a look sharp enough to cut steel.
“He’s not a circus act, Walker. This is about control. Not destruction.”
“I know, I know,” Walker mutters, raising his hands. His tone softens. “What I’m trying to say is that he’s only this tired because he’s holding himself back.”
Bob sinks onto the bench, hunched, gaze locked on the floor. The faint golden shimmer around his fingers pulses once and then fizzles. Safe, he tells himself. Harmless. Contained.
Yelena crouches in front of him, her sharpness gone.
“Hey. You okay? You were doing great.”
“Thanks,” Bob whispers, still a little breathless.
She slides onto the bench beside him, nudging his arm. “It’s been a week of progress. No accidents. No Sentry. That’s not nothing. This is good.”
He huffs a weak laugh. “Good?”
“Yes,” she says firmly, then grabs his shoulder and shakes him until he cracks a reluctant grin. “See? Smile. The scary glowing man can smile. Whatever happens, Bob, we’re here to make sure you’re good.”
Walker and Bucky approach, less like drill sergeants now and more like teammates. Bucky sits down beside Yelena, and Walker unceremoniously drapes himself over Bob. The four of them sit there, quietly for a beat. Bob’s chest rises and falls in uneven breaths, the golden shimmer flickering faintly again at his fingertips.
Yelena’s voice drops, nearly conspiratorial. “What if, for once, you stop gripping the brakes so hard? Let yourself breathe.”
Walker adds, steady and even: “We’re right here. You lose control? We catch you. That’s the whole point.”
“We’ve done it once, we can do it again,” Bucky points out, matter-of-factly.
Bob swallows hard. The air in the gym hums, subtle at first, then stronger. Light builds around his hands, brighter this time, like sunlight pressing through glass. He doesn’t pull it back. Not yet. For the first time, he lets the glow breathe.
“Fine,” Bob says, determined. “Let’s do this thing.”
“Alright,” Bucky replies, stepping back, metal arm flexing. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Walker smirks, slinging his taco-shield onto his arm. “Finally!”
Bob exhales once, steady. Then he moves.
The floor nearly cracks as he launches forward, faster than any of them expect. Walker barely gets his shield up before Bob’s palm slams against it, a flash of golden sparks rippling across the metal. Walker staggers back three steps, grinning like a maniac.
“See!? That’s the guy I was talking about!”
Bob can’t help but smile at the praise.
Bucky comes in low, metal arm swinging. Bob catches it mid-strike, the glow crawling up Bucky’s prosthetic like sunlight on steel. With a twist, Bob shoves him aside, still controlled, not cruel.
Yelena darts in from behind, boots striking hard against the floor. She leaps, spinning kick aimed for his head, only for Bob’s aura to flare, a soft barrier of light catching her midair and setting her harmlessly back on her feet.
She blinks, landing with catlike grace. “Okay. I feel like that’s cheating. I like it.”
Walker charges again, with Bucky circling and Yelena needling him with feints but this time Bob doesn’t fold. He moves like the power belongs to him, not the other way around. The golden aura wraps him like armor, his eyes burning brighter until they glow.
One last pulse of energy knocks all three back in a controlled wave, staggered, but not injured. When the light fades, Bob stands alone in the center of the mats, chest heaving, a smile tugging at his mouth.
“Guess I win?” he asks, almost shy except for the proud, almost cocky edge in his tone.
Yelena claps, slow and exaggerated. “Look at that! Sunflower boy can bite.”
Bucky gives a rare smile, rubbing his arm. “Not bad, Reynolds.”
Walker strides over, laughing, and claps a heavy hand on Bob’s shoulder. Then, in a gesture so casual it stuns him, Walker ruffles his sweat-matted hair.
“There he is! Knew you had it in you.”
Bob flushes, the golden light still faintly crackling around his skin.
“Alright, I think we can call it a day,” Bucky says, tone carrying that understated approval he never likes to admit to.
“Yeah, definitely,” Yelena replies, already heading for the door. “I’ve got places to be.”
Bob blinks. “Places?”
“Lunch,” she says breezily. “Kate and Ava. Girls’ thing.”
Bucky wipes sweat from his brow. “And I promised Mel I’d meet her downtown. She wants me to look over some documents.”
Yelena arches a brow. Walker smirks. Even Bob tilts his head, curious.
Bucky groans. “Don’t start. It’s work. She’s got forms or contracts or… whatever. Team business.”
Yelena’s lips twitch. “Sure, soldier. Team business.”
Walker adds, deadpan: “Nothing screams romance like legal paperwork.”
Bob tries not to laugh, the glow still faint at his fingertips. “We’re not shipping you,” he says, voice warm. “Not much, anyway.”
Bucky mutters something under his breath about children and shoves past them toward the showers.
As the others move off, Walker lingers a beat too long, fingers brushing Bob’s wrist in a fleeting, hidden touch. Just enough for Bob to feel it. Really feel it.
After the shower, Walker changes into something comfortable and walks quietly toward the kitchen. He lingers for a bit, glancing toward Bob’s closed door. He knocks, but when no sound comes from inside, he figures the training finally caught up to him.
Walker warms up some leftovers from yesterday’s dinner, scrolling through something on his phone as he eats. After washing his hands, he turns toward the counter to wash the dishes, just in time to feel a pair of hands on either side of his waist.
“Bob??” he says, eyes wide, “Easy there, tiger.”
“Hi,” comes the calm, teasing reply.
Walker blushes, slowly turning around. Bob hovers a few inches above the floor, golden eyes glowing, the Sentry suit gleaming in the kitchen light. Oh no.
“Sentry.”
“Bingo, Johnny boy,” Bob says, the corners of his mouth tugging into a grin.
Walker’s hands instinctively go to Bob’s arms, steadying him. Even floating there, Bob radiates warmth, the golden glow soft around him, the Sentry armor shimmering without menace.
“Wow,” Walker mutters, voice low. “You really went all out, huh?”
Bob tilts his head, a teasing gleam in his eyes. “Just showing off for you.”
Bob floats closer to Walker, leaning all his body weight on him. Walker’s heart skips a beat. “Uh… I, uh… Bob...” He half-laughs, half-curses, feeling the tension tighten in his chest. “You’re… heavy.”
“It’s Sentry,” he laughs softly, hovering closer. “Heavy, huh? That’s one way to put it.” His hands slide up to Walker’s shoulders, and the glow flares subtly, warm enough to make the kitchen feel like it has shrunk around them.
Walker lets out a shaky breath, leaning slightly against the counter. “You know… You don’t have to hover to get my attention.”
“I know,” Sentry replies, voice gentler now, with that same playful edge. “But it’s more fun this way.”
Walker’s grin softens, eyes locking with the Sentry’s glowing yellow gaze. “Yeah… I can see that.”
For a long moment, the only sound is the faint hum of the Sentry’s powers. Somehow, in that quiet, hovering glow, neither of them cares about anything outside.
Then Sentry leans in and kisses him, sudden, forceful, heat behind it. Walker’s eyes go wide for a second, startled, but the surprise melts fast. He leans into it, drawn by the glow, the weight, the certainty in the Sentry’s grip.
Walker isn’t used to being on this side of things. He’s not used to being the one pressed back against the counter, not used to any of it. But with the Sentry’s power radiating around him, with that golden aura crackling against his skin, he realizes he doesn’t mind. In fact…
God, he wants it.
Right now, it’s the only thing he wants. And he wants it bad.
Walker’s breath hitches as he finds himself pinned, Sentry’s body pressed against his, a strong thigh inserted between his legs.
“Bob, what are you doing?” Walker asks, trying to maintain his composure despite the sudden adrenaline surge. His heart pounds in his chest as he feels Sentry’s hand grip his hip, holding him in place.
“It’s Sentry,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. “Just relax, Johnny.”
His thigh presses more insistently against Walker’s crotch, the rough material of his suit creating a delicious friction. “Grind on it, soldier. Do it until you can’t take it anymore.”
Walker’s eyes widen in surprise at the crude order, a flush creeping up his neck. In his years of military service, no one had ever spoken to him with such blatant, wanton desire. It is thrilling, terrifying, and utterly arousing all at once. Before he can overthink it, his hips start to move, instinctively, seeking more of that intoxicating pressure.
“Good puppy,” Sentry praises, his breath hot against Walker’s ear. “That’s it, just like that. You’re being such a good soldier for me.”
Walker lets out a strangled groan, his face burning with a mixture of embarrassment and all-consuming lust. No one has ever called him a ‘puppy’ before, and the nickname only heightened his arousal.
Normally, Walker would be strategizing, searching for some way to pull Bob back from the Sentry’s grip. But right now? His brain is nothing but static.
His hips buck more frantically, chasing the pleasure building in his core. Sentry’s thigh works wonders on his aching cock, the fabric of his boxers and sweatpants growing damp with his pre-cum.
“Yes, just like that,” Sentry encourages, his voice still low. “Don’t hold back, puppy. I want to feel you lose control. I want you to cum all over my leg.”
Walker’s body tenses and his breath come in short, sharp gasps, each exhale neatly punctuated by a needy whimper or a desperate moan.
“Don’t you dare hold back, Johnny boy,” Sentry warns.
Walker tries to defy him but finds he can’t. His cock jerks uncontrollably, the fabric of his boxers growing slick with his cum. He bucks against Sentry’s thigh a little slower now, riding out the intense waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
“That’s my good puppy,” Sentry praises, his voice laced with lust. “Look at you, so good for me. I knew you had it in you, soldier boy. You’re such a good little puppy when you let yourself be.”
Walker slumps against Sentry’s chest, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His cock continues to twitch and dribble weakly, the mess in his pants growing cold and uncomfortable.
But in that moment, he really can’t bring himself to care. All he can focus on was the residual tingles of pleasure still sparking through his nerves and the warm, solid strength of Sentry’s body wrapped around him.
“Such a good puppy,” the Sentry murmurs, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to the side of Walker’s neck. “So responsive and obedient. You’ve pleased me greatly tonight.”
Walker let out a shuddery sigh, a small, dazed smile curling the corners of his mouth. He can’t remember the last time he’d felt so thoroughly satisfied. There was a certain freedom in surrendering control, but he still felt out of his depth, somehow.
Sentry scoops Walker up effortlessly, cradling Walker against his chest, holding him like a new bride being carried over the threshold. Walker instinctively wraps his arms around Sentry’s neck, his hand tangling in the short hairs at the nape of his neck.
“Where are you taking me?” Walker asks softly. The hungry look in Sentry’s eyes told him they weren’t quite done yet.
“To my room,” Sentry replies, “We’ve still got time before anyone returns, and I intend to make the most of it.” He gives Walker a little squeeze. “I know you’ve got plenty more to give me.”
Sentry carries Walker into the dimly lit bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. He lays the military man down gently on the messy bed.
“Strip,” Sentry commands, his voice brooking no argument. “Leave the cum-stained boxers on. I want to see your good work, puppy.”
Walker’s heart races as he sits up, almost automatically. He wants to make a show of this for Bob.
Sentry.
Hm.
Walker flexes his muscles as he peels off his shirt and tosses it carelessly to the floor. His military training kicked in, making him sit up straighter, shoulders squared, as he reaches for his stained sweats. He shimmies out of them efficiently, less erotically that he had hoped. With a small, almost defiant smirk, Walker hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slides them down just a bit, the damp fabric clinging to his skin.
Sentry watches, his expression never changing, not a single muscle twitching. It was unnerving and strangely arousing. It almost looks like he’s trying so hard to commit the image to memory.
Maybe he was.
Walker’s dick stirs to life beneath the cum-stained cotton, like his body was responding to the Sentry’s mere presence, to the weight of his stare, as if he could feel the man’s desire burning into his skin.
Sentry takes a single step closer, the floorboards creaking softly beneath his weight. He leans down slightly, bringing his face level with Walker’s.
“I can see the hunger in your eyes, puppy,” Sentry says, “The desperate need, the all-consuming desire. You want me to touch you, don’t you? Want my hands on your body, exploring every inch of your gorgeous body.”
He pauses, letting the words hang heavy in the air. A flicker of movement, then his hand lifted, slowly, to hover mere inches from Walker’s chest. His fingers curl, as if itching to stroke, to touch, to claim. But he doesn’t.
“Please,” Walker rasped out, his voice ragged with desire. “Please touch me, Sentry. I want your hands on me.”
Sentry’s smile widens fractionally at Walker’s words. In one fluid motion, he kneels on the bed, straddling Walker’s waist and pinning him down. His other hand deftly unbuckled his belt, the leather creaking softly as the buckle comes undone. Walker watches, heart pounding, as Sentry unfastened his suit and fishing out his already rigid cock.
It springs free, long, thick and heavily veined. A familiar sight for Walker, but not like this. Sentry grips the thick shaft, stroking it slowly as he brings it closer to Walker’s face.
“Open your mouth, puppy,” Sentry commands, his voice a low, dominant growl. He rubs the leaking tip of his cock against Walker’s closed lips, smearing them with his pre-cum. “Taste me.”
Walker hesitates. He’s never done this before, and even with Bob, he’s always shied away from the idea of taking his dick in his mouth. But the sensation of the hot, hard flesh pressing against his lips sent a bolt of desire straight to his own aching erection.
“I’ll be gentle, Johnny,” Sentry coos, scratching Walker’s beard. “Just be good for me.”
Swallowing hard, he parts his lips, allowing Sentry to push forward.
The head of Sentry’s cock slides past his teeth, resting heavily on his tongue. The taste is overwhelming, salty and slightly bitter, but good in a way he can’t describe. Walker fights the urge to gag as Sentry pushes in deeper, forcing himself to breathe through his nose.
“That’s it, take it,” Sentry groans, his hips rocking forward slightly, pushing another inch of his thick cock past Walker’s lips. “You’re so good, Johnny boy. Just like that.”
Sentry begins to move, his hips thrusting shallowly as he fucks Walker’s face with short, sharp jabs. Each push forward forces more of his dick past Walker’s stretching lips, the head nudging the back of his throat. Walker gaggs, saliva flooding his mouth, but Sentry just kept going, lost in his own pleasure.
“Relax your throat, puppy,” Sentry panted, his hand fisting in Walker’s hair. “Take it all like the good boy I know you are.”
Walker tries desperately to relax. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as Sentry continued to thrust, his heavy balls rubbing against Walker’s beard with each snap of his hips. Drool leaks from the corners of Walker’s stuffed mouth, dripping down his neck and to the pillow beneath his head. The taste of Sentry’s pre-cum mingles with the saliva, the combined flavors coating Walker’s tongue and making him light-headed with pleasure.
Despite his inexperience, Walker wants nothing more than to please Sentry, to make him feel good, to give back for all the times Bob has made him feel good. He reaches up tentatively, placing his hands on Sentry’s muscular thighs for support and balance. Sentry’s skin is hot to the touch, the firm muscles flexing beneath Walker’s fingers with each movement.
“Fuck, look at you, choking on my cock like a desperate little puppy,” Sentry grunts, his voice rough with lust. “I knew you’d be a natural at this. Born to service cocks with your pretty mouth.”
Determined, Walker moves his head in time with Sentry’s thrusts, taking his dick deeper with each pass. His nose presses into the wiry curls at the base of Sentry’s shaft, inhaling his musky, heady scent. Sentry let out a guttural moan above him, his grip on Walker’s hair tightening painfully.
“That’s it, fuck, just like that,” Sentry snarls. “Take my cock, you sexy little tease. Show me what a good soldier you can be.”
Sentry’s crude words spur Walker on, making him double his efforts Sentry fucked his face with abandon. Drool pours from his stretched lips as Sentry’s cock pulses and throbs in his mouth, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum that Walker swallowed hungrily.
Sentry’s thrusts grow more erratic as he chases his pleasure. The bed creaks beneath. Walker can feel the Sentry’s thick shaft pulsing, throbbing urgently against he gets closer to his peak.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Sentry grunts, his voice strained and tight. “Gonna fill your throat with my seed, puppy. Mark you as mine from the inside out.”
Walker’s eyes widen in panic, muffled protests gargling around the heavy intrusion stretching his mouth. He tries to shake his head slightly to warn Sentry not to cum inside, but he just grips tighter, holding Walker’s head in place as he slams forward one last time.
With a loud grunt, Sentry hilts himself fully inside Walker’s mouth, his cock erupting like a fountain. Thick, hot ropes of cum fill Walker’s mouth and gush down his throat, forcing him to swallow rapidly to keep up. It barely works, and his beard gets covered in it.
Sentry nearly collapses as he rides out the waves of his intense climax. His cock continues to pulse and twitch in the tight clutch of Walker’s throat, the last weak spurts of cum dribbling out to coat his tongue.
As Sentry’s climax finally subsides, he lifts his head enough to gaze down at Walker. A smug, satisfied grin spread across his handsome face as he took in the sight of Walker’s flushed cheeks.
“Fuck, I knew you’d look good with your mouth full of cock,” Sentry taunted, reaching out to cup his face. Walker leans into the touch.
The Sentry rolls off of Walker, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. Walker lays still, his mind reeling as he tries to process the emptiness he feels in his mouth. He feels used, in the best possible way. This is all bran new territory for him. He looks beside him. The Sentry looks peaceful. He looks almost like… Bob.
Walker wishes he could’ve done this with Bob. His Bob.
As Walker lays there, lost in thought, he glances down at his own body. His cock juts out, rock hard and leaking pre-cum through his stretched boxer. He reaches down instinctively to wrap a hand around the aching shaft, desperate for some relief.
But before he can begin to stroke himself, he feels the Sentry’s hand cover his own. Sentry’s fingers curls around Walker’s, guiding the movement of his hand as it slides up and down.
“I’ll take care of you, Johnny,” Sentry murmurs, his voice tired. His fingers tighten around Walker’s, forcing him to stroke faster. The bedsheets beneath them rustl as Walker’s hips begin to lift, thrusting up into the tight circle of their joined hands.
“That’s it, just like that,” Sentry encourages, his breath hot against Walker’s ear.
Walker’s body tenses, back arching off the bed. Sentry’s hand pumps him with ruthless efficiency, driving him closer to the edge with each pass.
With a strangled cry, Walker’s cock jerks and thick ropes of cum erupt from the tip. It splatters against his belly, coating his fingers and Sentry’s as his orgasm crashes through him like a tidal wave.
Sentry groans, feeling the hot seed splashing against their hands as he works Walker through each peak, drawing out his pleasure until it borders on pain.
As the last aftershocks fade, Sentry lets go of Walker’s softening shaft. He brings his cum-covered fingers to his mouth, making a show of licking them clean, savoring the taste of Walker’s cum, like he’s returning the favor.
Walker kisses the Sentry’s forehead. The yellow glow of his eyes falters, and he gets that same expression, like he’s trying to commit Walker’s image to his mind. Walker nuzzles up to him. The Sentry kisses the top of his head.
Steam rises from the cracked bathroom door as Walker towels off, hair damp, the air thick with heat and shower gel. He’s staring at himself in the mirror, image slightly distorted by the fog, thinking about the events of the afternoon, when Bob opens the door a bit, breath catching as he murmurs, “Hi.”
No yellow pupils, no hum of power, not ominously (and somehow erotically?) floating off the ground. This is Bob, alright, not the Sentry.
Walker sighs a breath of relief, lowering the towel from his face. His eyes sweep over Bob, half in the Sentry suit, the gleaming upper half still strapped across his shoulders. The bottom half dangles from his hands, forgotten, leaving him standing there in nothing but his stained navy boxer briefs.
For a moment, neither of them moves. The silence stretches, charged, broken only by the drip of water from Walker’s hair onto the tile.
“Bob,” Walker smiles. “Hi.”
“I am so sorry.”
“Huh?”
Bob hides his face in the Sentry pants he’s holding. Walker drops his towel and pulls Bob into the oppressive heat of the bathroom.
“Bob, what are you talking about?”
“I just… I didn’t, I was gonna talk to you before… But then, I, I couldn’t, and…” Bob catches his breath. “And then my powers, and the Sentry, and I just… I’m… I’m so sorry, Walker. I…”
Walker reaches out and pulls Bob in, wrapping him tight against his chest. Bob exhales as he buries his face against Walker’s skin, breathing him in. For a moment, it feels like the world stops. There is damp air and the steady thud of Walker’s heartbeat.
Then Bob shifts, pressing a palm against Walker’s chest, pushing back just enough to lift his head. His eyes are steady now, voice low.
“Walker.”
“Bob.”
“Did the Sentry… Did I… hurt you?” Bob asks, swallowing hard, eyes flicking down before forcing themselves back to Walker’s.
“Hurt…?” Walker starts, confused, before it clicks. Oh.
“No, Bob. You didn’t. He didn’t. Nobody hurt me. You’re good.” His voice is steady, but there’s a thread of warmth running through it.
Bob exhales, shaky. “Oh, thank God… I thought…”
Walker lets out a disbelieving laugh, breath fogging in the air. He tips Bob’s chin up with one damp hand, forcing him to hold his gaze.
“Bob. You could never hurt me.”
“Yeah, I could,” Bob says quietly, the weight in his voice undeniable. And Walker knows he’s right.
“But you didn’t.” Walker leans in a little, firm, certain. “Trust me.”
Bob holds his stare for a long moment, then nods once, soft but sure. “I trust you.”
Walker’s hand lingers against Bob’s jaw before he finally lets it drop, stepping back just enough to catch his breath. The steam curls around them.
“So,” Walker says, mouth quirking, “Does this mean you don’t remember what we did?”
Bob blinks, then lets out a laugh, relieved, self-conscious, he’s not entirely sure.
“Ohh, hahaha… sort of. I remember kicking your ass in the gym. After that, it gets fuzzy. Like I was on autopilot or something. Just flashes here and there.”
He hesitates, then adds more softly, “I only really remember a few parts.”
Walker tilts his head, studying him teasingly. “Hmm... Which parts?”
Bob’s eyes flicker, sheepish but earnest. “You, mostly. I remember you. Guess even as the Sentry, I can’t take my eyes off you.”
Walker’s grin spreads, crooked and warm. “Checks out.” He chuckles, the sound echoing lightly in the tiled room.
Bob smiles, small but genuine, the kind that reaches his eyes.
Walker leans one shoulder against the counter, casual but deliberate. “We should do it again. Properly, next time. You and me.” His grin sharpens into something teasing. “I think it’d be more fun with Bob Reynolds than with the Sentry. No offense, of course.”
“None taken,” Bob flushes, ducking his head. “And… It’s a date,” he adds, a little more eager than Walker expected. They smile.
Walker pushes off the counter and closes the space between them again, one hand finding Bob’s cheek. Bob doesn’t hesitate this time. He leans in, their mouths meeting in a kiss that starts careful but deepens fast, sparks flying in the thick steam.
When they finally part, Bob’s lips are curved in a lopsided smile. “Okay, don’t take this the wrong way, but… I’m starving.”
Walker blinks, then laughs, dropping his forehead against Bob’s with a groan. “Yeah, that also checks out. I’m pretty hungry myself, and I ate lunch. You didn’t.”
Walker shakes his head, chuckling as he nudges Bob toward the shower. “Go rinse off before you collapse. I’ll make us something.”
As the water starts up behind the door, Walker heads for the kitchen, still toweling his hair dry. He digs through the fridge, pulling out a few ingredients for a quick dinner, humming low under his breath. Normal. Mundane.
But as he stirs the pan, Walker’s thoughts drift back to the afternoon, the golden glow, the kiss, the submission…
…and to how quickly Bob had agreed to a repeat performance. Not as the Sentry. Just as himself.
Walker hums under his breath, the words echoing in his mind, steady and certain.
They’ll do it properly, next time. Together.