3. 2. 1. Let's Go!
Pairing: Bob Reynolds x John Walker
Part 3. of "Roleplay Shenanigans"
Wordcount: 2.8K
Summary: Well what can I say except: What goes better with a football player than a cheerleader?
Warnings: Porn without plot, Injuries? nothing too graphic, idiots being idiots (affectionate)
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„Ow, Yelena, what is your problem?”
„This is getting out of hand, let me cut it for you.” With another pull John's head is getting yielded back just slightly.
„I told you I want to grow it out a bit.”
„That is not a bit, I bet I could already put it into a ponytail.”
„And what would be the problem with that?”
„You look like a good damn hobo John.”
While John and Yelena ignore their breakfast to the point it will go cold soon Ava leans over to Bob. „Do you know why he is doing that?”
Bob just shrugs „Maybe he has a mid-life crisis or something.”
„Mmh, it's a sex thing right?” Bob chokes on his orange juice, betraying himself.
„Knew it.”
„Why are you so good at this?”
„Call it female intuition if you want, just promise me we won’t be here when it happens.”
„We always do that.”
„Cute. By the way, do you let your hair grow out too?” Before Bob can answer, not wanting to leave too much to Ava's imagination he gets interrupted.
„Bob, tell your boyfriend he has to cut his hair!”
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John felt like he was heading right off into battle. His breath became uneven, his hand from which the slight buzz came from was shaking. Just one time, for Bob, he could do it. He promised it. A last deep breath and the bundles of hair glide into the sink. He applies some aftershave and he examines himself in the mirror, god what had he done?
As planned John is down at the gym benching some weights, sweat drenching his grey tank top. The door opens the first time and closes instantly, John doesn’t notice since he is wearing earbuds.
Outside the gym, in front of the door Bob is losing his shit. One glance at John was enough to break him, his arms now tightly wrapped around his tummy. The clean shaven face makes him look like babie and the shoulder long hair is not making it better.
Bob takes a few deep breaths to regain composure, if he doesn’t show up soon John will start looking for him and that would ruin all the fun. His steps are determined as he struts over to John eyeing him from head to toe with a shy smile as a response John takes his earbuds out tilting his head to the side.
The tracksuit Bob is wearing is definitely a size too small for him, hugging his body like a second skin, unconsciously John licks his lips. „What can I do for you sweetheart?”
„I wanted to see if you need a spotter but it seems you have everything under control handsome.” The way Bob curls a streak of his hair with his finger drives John crazy, he should talk to his therapist about this.
„That was just the warm up actually.”
„Oh really? You can lift even more than that?” John is up with a smirk, adding more weight and being the show off he is he uses only one arm at some point.
„Wow, who would have guessed that our quarterback is that strong.” John sits up, presenting his biceps. „Want to feel it?” Bob hops excitedly, clapping his hands then brings them to John's arm. „Oh my god, that feels incredible.”
„Speaking of incredible. Will you and your friends cheer for us tomorrow?”
„Of course, we always do! We have a whole new choreography rehearsed!”
„Can’t wait to see that, sweets.” In a swift motion Bob straddles John's lap, his own legs dangling slightly over the ground.
„If you want to I can give you a private sneak peek later, in my room.” John's hands glide up and down Bob's tights like it is second nature, almost forgetting to take the invitation.
„I come over after practice.” As Bob claps again, the excited bounce pulls a grunt out John then another when his lap goes cold.
„Don’t tire yourself out handsome!” Bob is gone again and now all John could do was get ready and wait.
For the first time ever it came in handy that his parents didn’t care much for him. When he called his mom to ask her if she could send him his old football stuff she just answered with a short “Sure.” No further questions asked.
The pants were a little tight on his hips, he blames that on the super soldier serum. He can’t remember if the jersey rid up to his waist when raising his arms back in high school but it will do just fine.
At the very least he talked Bob out of the shoulder pads, they would be very impractical in bed.
With a knock John announces himself at the time they had agreed upon. „Need a second! Don’t come in, I’m still naked!”
That was a lie, Bob actually was right at adding the last touch to his outfit but John couldn’t know that.
„Oh no what a shame, do you want me to help you with that?”
„Stay right where you are, asshole.”
„Okay okay, chill.”
Next John hears him pacing through the room quickly, Bob's desk chair and other things getting shoved away, a cute picture in John's mind. What's even cuter is when Bob throws open the door, the upper part of his cheeks red, and his own hand on his heart ringing for air.
„Heeey, there you are, please come in.” John wants to, he really wants to but his body is not cooperating. Cheerleader uniforms are short, yes, but the one Bob bought is definitely one you are supposed to wear on Halloween.
The skirt is well, barely existent, matching color with the panties. And yes, they talked about this beforehand like always and yes John knew about Bob's plans of putting his hair into pig tails. He imagined it more often than he is proud of but in real life it looked better, so much better more pullable.
Starstruck and already hard John is still frozen in the doorframe, when Bob turns around John almost comes in his too tight pants, having to actively cross his legs. Fuck, Bob’s make-up game gets stronger every damn time. The red eyeshadow and lipstick fit so perfectly to the shade of red from the uniform and the glitter stones at the corner of his eyelids, the words leave John's heart involuntarily „You are absolutely beautiful.”
After a second of processing what John just said, Bob walks back to him to take his hand and drags him into his room. “Is that really what you wanted to say?”
„Uhm no no. I meant, you look hot. Like super duper hot.” A lighthearted chuckle is all Bob can offer before he loses it and then the whole make-up would have been for nothing. A nudge with the tip of his index finger is enough to guide John onto the edge of the bed.
„Okay handsome, let me give you what you came here for.” Bob presses play on his laptop and music begins to play, that wasn’t part of the plan, he wouldn’t do this, right? Right?!
Wrong, the beat kicks in and Bob’s foot is up in the air, his leg a straight line. The next 2 minutes and 17 seconds are tortuous to John. Simply because he can’t just enjoy the show he is getting, with every move, with every kick, he is short before stopping Bob. Maybe his Sentry Powers gave him inhuman strength that doesn’t mean John wants him to get hurt, some part of the choreography looks pretty advanced. Even professional cheerleaders get hurt while performing or at practise as a result John's nails dig small holes into the sheets.
Then the music stops and Bob is able to pull John out of his worries with a single clap of his hands in the air and two simple words. „Go Bears!”
No one could tell who was more out of breath, John or Bob who just gave it his all. Instead of clapping John goes for a two finger whistle causing an ear to ear smile on Bob's face. „That was fucking awsome can’t wait to see the rest, of the show, tomorrow.”
„Glad you liked it. Worked my ass off for it.” John can tell. “And how was practise?”
„You know, exhausting. Coach drills us more than usual because of tomorrow.”
Bob opens his mouth wide in mock shock, fists resting on his waist. “Oh nooo, sorry to hear that. I’m sure you are doing your best.”
„Pfft of course I do.” With slow yet dedicated steps Bob positioned himself between John's legs, pulling his face up by the puka shell necklace he is still wearing. “Well, I know something to take the edge of, if you want my help.”
Sleazy John wraps Bob's hips and therefore his ass into his arms, fingers tracing under the skirt. „And what can a sweet thing like you offer me hm? A massage, maybe?”
„Oh this will feel way better than a massage, I promise.” John's eyes follow Bob's figure as he kneels down, eagerly tugging at the waistband of his pants. „You should think about that twice sweet's, the showers were broken.”
John's jaw clenches when his cock springs free and Bob's tongue is already down at his taint. With a long, messy drag he ends up at top of John's tip who throws his head back in response. „Oh fuck sweetheart who showed you how to do that?”
„Shut up and relax.” With pleasure with all the pleasure actually John lets Bob do what he wants. Kitten licks, ball sucking and finally his head does nothing but bobbing up and down, drooling all over John's cock. John can’t help himself, his hands end up on the pigtails, he is not pulling, just guiding and playing a little.
When Bob looks up, meeting his gaze with a dazed out expression and red stains from the make up surrendering to the tears and the sweat, it sends him into hyperdrive.
„Baby you look so pretty like this. You want to make me come huh?” With John's cook in his mouth, he can only nod, a hint of pleading in his eyes.
„Then hold still and let me do the rest, yeah?” Again he nods and does as he is told, John's grip at the root of his pig tails intensifying, his hips trusting forward. More tears appear on his forward as John hits the back of his throat in a relentless pace which does not hold up long.
„Fuck, open wide, I want to see you taking it.” Bob sticks his tongue out and opens as wide as he can, batting his eyelashes and that does it. Gladly Bob takes every drop of cum John gives him, swallowing all of it without protest. A thumb presses the inside of his cheek, a flat hand pats the outside of it. „Good boy.”
John lets himself fall back but shoots up again immediately. „Oh no!”
„What is it sweetheart?”
„Why is it not going soft?”
„What?”
„Your cock. It's not going soft, that means you are not fully relaxed.” Quickly Bob adjusted the scrunchies and that alone almost let John come again, then he pulls his panties down. Much to John's misery, he loves to tear them off. Next he jumps onto John, not metaphorically, literally.
„Wow, pretty boy don’t hurt yourself.” Despite John's concern he is not shying away from giving Bob's ass a tight squeeze, feeling the silicon. „Want me to pull it out for you?”
„If you don’t mind.” His cock is basically lubed up in spit and Bob is prepped and ready so why for gods sake would he mind? The pathetic whine as he pulls the plug out is enough to rail him as if the blow job never happened in the first place. Bob is not wasting anytime and sinking down, faster than he should but John will not stop him.
What he does is to offer Bob a second to adjust when he reaches the bottom. „You feel good?” He gets a sob in response and places his hands on Bob's waits who swats them away. „No, you relax.”
„Okay sweetheart, do what you can't help doing.” With that John crosses his arms behind his head and takes in the show. He expected for Bob to go slow at first, hips rolling as usual but he was wrong, again. The moment Bob feels comfortable enough his hands seek anchor in John's shirt and up and down he goes, fast. The skirt does nothing to hide Bob’s own erections slapping John's stomach with every hop, the pigtails fly up and down too.
If he weren't a super soldier, John was sure, Bob would snap his hips in two. „Fuck, you are such an eager little thing. Looking so good on my cock.”
„Do you,” Bob has to swallow once and soak in a deep breath „Do you want to see something else that looks good?”
It was a rhetorical question. John is not given a chance to answer. Bob arches his back until his hands are on the mattress, his legs rising up a little too until he is in a full on bridge. Against all rules of science because who needs those when you are an actual god, Bob is still able to move up and down. John does nothing except staring with his mouth open, drooling a little too, and taking it that is until…
„Ow shit shit shit shit!” Bob falls on his side and John is on him immediately panic and terror in his voice. “Bobby, Bobby hey, what's wrong?”
„Fucking cramp, shit!” The eyeroll happens involuntarily, John saw this coming.
„Leg or foot?”
„Leg, right leg!” Carefully John rolls Bob over on massages the back of his tight.
„Don’t panic, just breathe, can you do that for me?” John sets the rhythm and Bob follows it. After two minutes John can feel Bob's muscles relax, bending the leg a little to test his theory. “Better?”
„So much better, thank you.”
„Come on, let's clean up and get some smoothies, you could use some iron.”
„No.”
„What do you mean with no? Bobby, we talked about this. Stop giving me that pout and stop batting your eyelashes!”
„Pleeeeeease?” A pinch on the bridge of his nose is enough to clear his mind. “Fine but if you get another one we stop immediately.” The smug on Bob's face is not faltering for a second, his ass up in the air, wiggling and waiting.
„Come on, I stained the sheets anyway.” That was true, John has to count backwards to distract himself so he doesn't come on the spot. From behind Bobs ass always felt so fucking tight. Bob has his head resting on the bed but John is not having that.
The pull is so rough that Bob can’t himself but cry out. „Don’t hide yourself from me now, I want to hear it. I want to hear everything.”
„Don’t be so mean.” John lets one of the pigtails go and hits a smack on Bob's ass. “You said you want me to relax, now go on and work for it and don’t you dare whine about it.” The hand goes back to the pigtail and Bob uses the small radius John offers him to move.
Agonizing slow at first which only earns him another pull „Ouch.”
„If you go on like that we will still be here next week. What happened to that eagerly pretty boy huh?” That sparks something in Bob, the movements become faster and shorter, John has to watch his balance so Bob doesn’t accidentally knock him over. Ass jiggling so deliciously, the moans music to his ears.
Under his watchful gaze John doesn't miss that Bob's legs tremble, how his breaths become chokes. He lets go of Bob's hair completely only for him to pin his head down, staining the pillow too. „Okay sweets you ready?”
„Mmh born ready.” A choked laugh accompanies John's climax, the same counts for Bob, that and a small whimper as he feels John spending himself inside him. Since there is not a single ounce of strength left in John's body he collapses fully on Bob, the impact pressing his hips down which causes another higher whimper. John nuzzles his face into the side of Bob's neck but the usual tickle is not coming.
„You have to grow your beard out again.”
„I know. And you have to cut my hair before Yelena comes back or she will probably do it herself and I don’t want to end up bald.”
Bob says nothing, scrunching his nose. „You are still in pain ain’t you? Who the hell even showed you how to do all that?
„Lena showed me some beginner dance steps, the rest is from videos.”
„And she didn’t tell you to stretch properly beforhand?”
„She said quote, stretch? Stretch is for little girls. Can I still get that smoothie?”
„Lets clean up, you get your smoothie and some scrambled eggs.”
„Nice, I love breakfast for dinner.”
Disclaimer: No Bob's were permanently damaged in the making of this fic.
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