John being comfortable with the fact he is attracted to Bob.
John flirting and teasing Bob for WEEKS.
Fleeting touches, passing glances. Winking.
Just being a little teasing bitch.
Baiting and torturing Bob.
At the beginning Bob was not sure. Then he started to play along.
BUT.
Finally.
After a sparring lesson in a gym when John decided he was going to train shirtless Bob has enough.
He corners John in the showers, throws him against the wall and kisses the shit out of him. Hard and messy.
All that pent up anger. The tension.
And John gives as good as he gets. Tries to fight Bob for control but he has no chance.
The only thing he manages is to switch their places so Bob is the one against the wall.
John thinks he won. Just for a moment.
Bob looks into his eyes with so much fire and intensity, puts his hands on John's shoulders and pushes him down. Hard.
AND
John realizes what is happening. What is gonna happen. Looking up at Bob. Into his blazing blue eyes. Getting burned by that stare.
Tentatively, he reaches to Bob's thighs, going up... up... until he is pulling his shorts and underwear down.
John has his face full of Bob's dick. He gets nervous. Looks up.
And Bob. He is looking at him so intensely. But still. There's a question, "Do you wanna go on?" written in those eyes.
John nods. Just a tiny movement of his head. Bob reaches down, pets his cheek. Pulls his head closer... closer. And John just opens his mouth.
And lets Bob fuck his face until he cannot almost breath and his throat feels so raw. He tries to jerk himself off but not even slowing down, Bob just kicks his hand away and John understands.
No release for him, not now.
He can hear the change of Bob's hard breaths. The increase in the pace. The grip in his hair becoming ever harder. Firmer. More determined.
Aside from this, he has no warning. Bob explodes in his mouth and he tries his best to swallow.
He does not succeed. Some of the cum gets out of the corner of his mouth. He can feel it dripping down his chin.
John is still trying to gather himself when he is pulled up into the filthiest kiss of his life.
They separate. Both breathing heavily.
John tries to find his voice. "Are you going to return the favor or do I have to take care of myself?" He asks Bobs and palms his dick.
He is pinned to the wall even before he manages to blink.
He looks at Bob. And oh gods.
The fierceness of that gaze makes him weak in his knees.
"No." That's all Bob says.
John is confused. He is so aroused he can barely think. No? No what?
Bob leans closer.
Just brushes his lips against John cheek and gets probably scratched by his stubble.
"You are not allowed to come unless I tell you so."
That is all Bob says to him.
John stands there. Blinking. His brain is fried.
Bob just pulls his shorts and underwear up and without a word leaves.
Before he closes the door, he gives John one final look.
And John realizes he will obey.
Cold shower it is.
*
Someone please write this. Cause I have too many WIPs.
and it's funny because now I'm really trying to see how drunk I can get without my family noticing just guzzled my wine because I didn't finish while we were watching the sunset in other news they're making me walk to dinner again which would be fine except for the fact that I have blood blisters and it's actually freezing plus, have I mentioned I hate my family? cause I do. take me home
