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“Leave—Leave those alone,” John gasped in between the thrusts coming from below.
He swatted at Bob, trying free his chest from the assault.
“But they’re so tasty,” Bob said, releasing John’s nipple from his mouth with a toe-curling pop.
It was so hard to think with Bob doing every possible thing to drive him crazy. It was too much. He was going to lose his mind. Bob was going to ruin him with his cock and mouth.
“And you squeeze so nicely when I suck them for you.” That hot mouth closed around John's other nipple.
“I—I—” John wasn’t even sure how he got here.
John watched intently for any sign Bob was actually going to stop the beanbags hurtling toward him. He didn't. They smacked him right in the face and then tumbled to the gym floor.
"Guys, I don't think this is going to work. I can't use my powers without the Void," Bob said, rubbing his face where he got pelted. He was fine, wouldn't even bruise. His super durability was still working.
Bucky, Ava, and Yelena all seemed to give it some thought, nodding along.
John had a different opinion. “It’s not working because you spend all day cooped up in the tower, reading. You need to blow off some steam. Get out, meet someone.”
Ava looked at hom like he was stupid. “You think he just needs to get laid?”
“Well, someone needed to say it,” John said, refusing to back down. Couldn't they see that it only made sense that someone all backed up down there would get his powers backed up too? It was worth trying at least.
Yelena rolled her eyes. “Of course you think that would be the solution.”
"It is worth try, no?" Alexei said with a shrug, immediately making John regret voicing the idea.
Bucky frowned, remaining silent until he said, "I don't know..."
"It’s fine. I don't need to uh, do that. Besides, I don't think there would be any volunteers. I'm kind of a lot to put on someone." Bob wouldn't meet their eyes, shuffling his feet.
Yelena immediately got a look of concern. "No, don't say that. You are just enough, Bob. If you want to find someone, I'll help you any time. Just tell me."
"No, uh, thanks, but no. I don't think I'm ready for that."
Ava clapped once. "Well, I'm saying training is officially over. Let's order in."
"What are you thinking? Pizza?" Bucky asked.
"I could do pizza," Yelena said as the whole group headed for the door.
However, John noticed Bob hanging back before splitting off to go to the showers. John followed him.
Watching Bob start to undress, John leaned against the lockers with purpose. "You know, I could help you out, if you wanted."
"John!" Bob said, startled. "Uh, no thanks. I don't need you to introduce me to anyone."
"That's not really what I was thinking." John's face heated. This wasn't working. Why wasn't this working? He never really had to ask before.
"Then what—? Oh!" Bob made an expression John couldn't read.
"We did it all the time in the Army," John explained awkwardly. "It doesn't really mean anything if it's just about letting off some steam."
Pretty much everyone in the Army did it. Deployment didn't allow for much privacy and besides, it got lonely when it was just you and your hand. John and Lemar used to help each other out all the time.
"Yeah, I think I get it. When I was traveling around..." Bob started, then awkwardly amended, "Looking for drugs...or while I was high..."
That didn't quite sound the same as what John had been doing. Or maybe it was? John had never roved the world looking for cheaper meth.
"Anyway, if you wanted, I could be another warm body for you. It wouldn't have to be weird."
"Thanks, John." Bob smiled.
John sensed the rejection in his words. Quickly, he said, "Honestly, it's been awhile for me too. I could use a little action, you know?"
Bob hesitated, not quite looking John in the eye. A blush had crept over his face. "Well, if you're sure."
John slid up alongside him, intent on reaching into his pants and getting this whole thing started.
But then Bob backed away. "Maybe not here. Can we take this to my room?"
"We could..." John said a little uncertainly.
That—that was a pretty reasonable request, but it left John a little off kilter. Locker rooms and especially the showers were where this sort of thing usually happened. When he pictured how this would go, John thought he'd give Bob a little hand action, they'd hop in the shower, and then never speak of it again, unless they wanted to make it a regular thing. Taking it to Bob's room made the whole thing feel—well, John wasn’t sure how it made him feel, but it wasn't what he was expecting.
"I just don't know if anyone is going to walk in on us and I've got Vaseline back there, so it might be a bit easier and—"
John put his hands on Bob's shoulders. "Bob, it's fine. We'll go back to your room."
"Yeah?" Bob gave John a relieved smile.
Nodding, John said, "Yeah." He threw an arm around Bob and guided him to the door.
"Oh, but I was going to shower," Bob said, turning to look back at the stall.
John patted his shoulder and continued on. "You can do that later, Bob."
Regret was rapidly pooling in John's stomach. This was turning out to be more embarrassing than he thought. Still, he wasn't going to quit now.
Face to face on the bed, Bob confessed, "I haven't actually done this while not—you know."
It was enough to make John feel like he had a bit more control over the situation, so some of the embarrassment faded. They were practically back on script.
John slicked up his hand with Vaseline and reached into Bob's pants. "Just picture a girl you like. Pretend I'm her."
"O-okay." Bob bit his lip, but he was looking at John. "Can I touch you?"
"Yeah, sure. Hold onto me anyway you like," John said and then was startled when Bob grabbed his ass.
"Woah! Wasn't expecting that." It wasn't the first time some guy had grabbed John's ass, but he hadn’t considered that Bob would do it.
Bob shrank a little. "Is this okay? I can—"
"No, it's fine. I'm going to keep going." John got to work stroking Bob's dick.
Luckily the damn thing was very into the proceedings so far and it would probably only take a few more strokes for Bob to blow his load.
Only Bob's hands had started wandering. John immediately lost his rhythm and then abandoned the project altogether when one of the hands slid down the back of his pants. Finger, slick with Vaseline, ended up where a finger most definitely should not go without a medical license
"Woah, wha—nnnnnh!"
Before he could protest, the finger found something that lit up his brain. Was that his prostate? It never felt like that before.
"You like that?" Bob grinned.
The next thing John knew, the front of his shirt had come undone and his pants were halfway down his thighs.
Finger deep in John's ass, Bob licked John's nipple. Why was he doing that? It didn't really feel like anything—
John's back arched. Bob had latched onto his nipple and sucked at the same time he began tapping out a rhythm on John's prostate. Lightning raced from his chest to his ass. It whited out all thought in John's brain.
"Nnngh!" John could not form words.
"Such a beautiful chest," Bob said, before moving to the other nipple and stuffing another finger in John's ass. "Did you know you have great tits, babe?"
"No!" John managed, squirming on Bob's fingers, away from that mouth.
"Really? I think about them a lot." Bob gently took John's nipple between his teeth, exploring the tip with his tongue.
It was too much. John came. "Annngh!"
"So good, babe."
"What's with 'Babe'?" John asked, feeling a little more clear-headed. Though not clear-headed enough to ask about the fingers still in his ass.
John's stupid dick was still standing. The unfortunate reality of being a super soldier: once was not enough.
"You don't like it?" Bob lifted John up as if he weighed nothing and placed him on his lap, positioned over his cock.
Holding on for dear life, John reflexively wrapped his legs around Bob. "Woah!"
"That's right, Princess," Bob said, nuzzling John's chest. The tip of his cock began pressing in from below. "I've got you."
A full body shudder worked through John. Fuck. Bob really was treating him like a woman. Why the fuck did the thought make his stomach flip like that?
John bit his lip. "Bob!"
Like a dog with a bone, Bob was back at John's nipples.
Bob fucked him though another two orgasms before letting him loose. The whole way through he kept up his assault on John's nipples.
Fucked out, nipples tingling, John laid there with only one one thought in his head.
What the fuck was that?
Bob leaned over and kissed John's forehead. "Thanks, Babe."