#sentryagent blurb

Maybe it was because he only ever knew sex with Olivia. Yeah, their sex life was nice but it wasn’t exactly exciting. He had always been hyper focused on making sure she was comfortable. Gentle caresses, kissing her body, fingers in her hair. Usually missionary, maybe doggy if they were feeling frisky.

It wasn’t like they really took the time to explore John’s body. At most, it was Olivia’s legs around his waist as he thrust into her, her nails leaving red lines down his back as she climaxed, her hands tugging at his hair as he ate her out, massaging his balls as she sucked him off. Maybe once her fingers pressed against his taint but he was pretty sure that was an accident.

Men weren’t supposed to want all the extra touching.. They don’t need the foreplay..

So when John started to hook up with Bob, he kinda expected it to be even simpler. Their first time, he had tried to go straight from making out to prep to being balls deep in Bob until Bob finally told him to slow down, relax, enjoy it.

He really tried but he felt vulnerable in a way that he never had before. It took time for him to not tense at every caress or try not to pull away when he was enjoying something. He learned a lot about himself as his relationship with Bob deepened.

He learned that kisses to his thighs or along the length of his spine made his dick practically weep precum which Bob was always willing to use his tongue to clean up. He learned that Bob’s strong hands were the perfect size to grip his hips, thighs, or ass. He learned that when Bob would press a spit slick finger to his hole while John was grinding the head of his dick against Bob’s prostate, he will cum so hard that he blacks out.

And his nipples.. fuck— they were sensitive. Something that Bob liked to tease him about because John’s cheeks always flushed when it was brought up.

Sure, John knew it probably felt good. Olivia had enjoyed it when he played with hers but he didn’t realize just how good it was.. and Bob being the menace he was, used it to his advantage.

Bob would mouth at John’s nipples as he jerked the blond off, watching as he squirmed. When his dick was pressed deep inside John and his eyes flashed golden, he’d tug at them roughly, suck and bite them until they were red and puffy. Other times, when John was close to the edge, hips snapping against Bob’s ass, Bob would duck his head and roll the sensitive buds against his tongue until John was crying out.

And if eventually John started guiding Bob’s head towards his nipples during sex, maybe even begging for it a little, that was between them and them only!

Bob does like to tease though, slipping cold hands under John’s shirt whenever he gets the chance, loving the whines that escape his partner.

Bob gave the journalist an awkward smile and nod before turning to go find his seat. He could practically already hear the teasing from Ava and Yelena. Why did he ever agree to do this alone? He should’ve requested to have a plus one. They were much better at this socializing stuff than he was.

He was seated in the front row, hands clasped in his lap as he looked around and tried not to stare at the boobs of the actress next to him. He wasn’t even into women, he was just amazed at the fact that her dress was managing to hold them in so well!!

Introductions began, announcing that this was their exclusive winter collection. blah blah blah, fashion talk. Bob quickly realized that this was completely out of his wheelhouse but attempted to feign interest, lips pressed into a firm line, brows furrowed like he was pondering. Was he supposed to clap? ooh and ahh at the models?

He was a poor kid from Florida, the most fashion experience he had was when his mom would take him to the nearest department store every couple years when he needed a “nice” outfit for a wedding or funeral.

His gaze tracked the models walking down the runway, each dressed in extravagantly impractical winter outfits. That was when his gaze caught him… Tall, Built, Blond, Beard.. Fuck, everything about he screamed Bob’s type.

Long legs sculpted in tight pants sent a wave of heat through Bob’s body and suddenly fashion shows were the greatest!! Bob loved fashion!! He definitely was not thinking that this was an absolute snooze fest just a minute prior!!

The hot blond posed at the end of the runway, expression serious before turning to walk back. As he did, his blue eyes met Bob’s and it was like electricity sparked between them. The model’s lips parted as he watched Bob lick his own.

As the model disappeared behind the curtain, Bob was up before his brain really processed what he was doing. His legs carried him backstage, wondering down halls until he saw the blond man, lingering near a dressing room, waiting. They had both known, they both felt it.

“Hey..” Bob started, trailing off as he got the model’s attention, who looked like he was going between running away and running towards Bob.

“Hey..” He replied, shifting his weight from one foot to the other before adding on. “Uh, I’m John.”

“Bob.” was all the dark haired man replied before crashing his lips against John’s. Bob held him close by the lapels of the extravagant jacket that he still wore, swallowing the surprised noise that escaped him. John slid his hands up Bob’s chest, tangling his hands through the brown curls.

“The dressing roo-“ John was cut off by Bob’s tongue slipping between his lips, exploring his mouth. He could taste the mint on his tongue from the Zyns that Bob loved.

Their lips moved against each other, Bob’s tongue against John’s. It was overwhelming and left John flushed as they stumbled back into the dressing room.

They parted, Bob tugging at John’s lower lip as he pushed him against the now closed door. Labored breath coming out in quick pants, their arousals pressed against the zippers in a way that was quickly becoming painful.

“Fuck, you’re pretty.” Bob murmured as he pressed his thigh between those long legs that he had caught his attention. The noise that escaped John was enough to fuel at least a few weeks worth of wet dreams.

Slipping his hands under John’s shirt, exploring the warm skin, Bob leaned in to press kisses to his neck. His head tipping back against the door under Bob’s ministrations and John’s hips jerked against the toned thigh, desperate for friction.

His beard scraped against Bob’s jaw and he pushed back the idea of pushing John to his knees, to feel that beard against his thighs, to feel the rough scrape as he used John’s mouth.

“Bob-“ John moaned , eyes squeezing closed as Bob guided him grind against his thigh, cool hands pressing against John’s lower back. The blond scrambled for something to hold onto, hands finding Bob’s muscular biceps, proof of years being a drummer.

Bob unbuttoned John’s pants, fishing his cock out and groaning at the sight, thick and heavy, the tip flushed red and wet. He loved when men like John had the perfect cock but were too dumb to do anything more than beg to be fucked.

He let John’s shaky hands pull him from his own slacks before batting the blond’s hands away. Bob pushed their foreheads together, breath mingling as he pressed their lengths together, scalding skin on skin. Bob’s calloused hand caused John to tremble.

“Bobby.. Please..” John whined as Bob teased, running his thumb over their damp tips, collecting precum.

He slowly began stroking them together, gaze flickering between John’s blissed out face, flushed and desperate, to the heads of their cocks on display with every pass of his hand, pearls of precum dripping down to assist the slide.

John steadily got louder as he held onto Bob tightly, thrusting up into the perfect grip. He wondered how Bob was so perfect, how he knew exactly how he liked to be touched. His orgasm was building quickly and yet he couldn’t find the words to warn Bob, too lost in the pleasure, the acceleration.

Leaning in, Bob pressed his lips to John’s ear, murmuring soft and teasing. “Mm, you like everyone’s attention on you, huh? You want everyone to hear you? Catch you getting touched by a stranger? I bet you’d let them watch, right Johnny? As long as they tell you how good you look?”

A cry escaped John as he was pushed over the edge, release staining the designer shirt and dripping down onto the pants. Bob followed after, adding to the mess in a way that made possessiveness rise up. He had marked John as his.

Once they finally came down from their highs, breathing slowly returning to normal, the tremors in John’s body becoming manageable. A smirk tugged at Bob’s lips.

so every game day meant john taking residence in the common room, beer in hand and shouting at the tv. the only difference now? some days he’d be in their usual Bulldogs hoodie and jeans. some days she’d had the makeup to match and ribbons in his hair.

bob was more than happy to watch john the game after his partner got one of those jersey dresses that just barely covers his ass. by halftime, bob is sending a text to the group chat for no one to come into the common room cause john is on bob’s lap, flushed cheeks and moaning, his underwear tossed somewhere across the room.

the dress stays on!!