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Bob stood in the mirror, fiddling with the neckline of his vest. It still looked like him- felt like him- but new. He pulled his shoulders back, watched his posture correct.
Full tact gear covered his body in the reflection. Smooth black fabric, a blend of resistant mesh over thin blocking of kevlar, tightly stretched over him.
The room was quiet and still. Bob wasn't sure how long he was standing there, the only movement was his own chest rising and falling steadily. The suit was comfortable- after all, it was made for him- but in such a different way than his everyday wear. He didn’t feel restrained in the clothing, more like it was a part of him.
Bob made a fist. Hand clenched, unclenched. He watched his fingers move in the tight black glove, and imagined throwing a punch like in a training session. Finally, he felt validated in all the work he’d put in. He’d be there to help, from now on- been accepted. It was all he really wanted.
“Wow, hey,” Walker entered the bedroom with a breathy chuckle.
The tension melted right out of Bob’s shoulders. He turned away from the mirror, a relieved sigh escaping him. “Since when don’t you knock?” he teased.
Walker sat on the edge of Bob’s bed, eyes glued to him. “Since when do you dress like… that?” He licked his lips, involuntarily.
Bob rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “I told you, ‘Lena was getting me ready for my first assignment. Can you tell she helped with the- with the clothes, too?”
Walker was only half listening. He was drinking in how the sleek black material wrapped around every curve of Bob’s body- trying to memorize its shape tight along his shoulders, down his arms. Walker’s gaze caught on Bob’s chest a bit too long, and something forced him off the bed once again like he couldn’t help himself.
“You look…” Walker crossed the room and carefully put out a hand in case Bob wanted to slow him down- as if he ever had. “I can’t believe how good this looks on you. God, you’re incredible.”
Bob was somewhat amused, but allowed Walker to pull him in close with a hand on his hip and one at the side of his neck. “Was planning on throwing something over it,” Bob mumbled into Walker’s shoulder, “hoodie, whatever. I mean, it’s a bit…” He trailed off. “But I didn’t know you’d be so… interested.”
“No, no, no,” Walker was saying under his breath like a prayer. “You’re right; you’re gonna have to cover up.” His hands were everywhere, begging. “Or I won’t be able to get anything done.”
“Might be fun.”
The smirk in Bob’s voice forced Walker to look up in time to catch a flash in his eyes. He swallowed hard, not being able to get any words past his lips.
Now with one hand teasing the hem of Walker’s shirt, Bob nodded once toward the bedroom hallway. “Close the door, will you?”
It felt like sparks against his skin where Bob’s gloved fingers brushed. Walker nodded a bit too enthusiastically, and that tiny rush of power went straight to Bob’s head.
“You like that?” Bob’s tone was tempting, sweet. “Like having a job for me?”
“You know I do.” Walker’s fingers gripped tightly where they held Bob by the hip, fighting to find traction on the gear. “You knew what this suit would do to me. Shit, you’re so-” He cut himself off. “Yeah, tell me. I’ll do- Fuck, Bobby, anything you want.”
With one careful hand, Bob tilted Walker’s chin toward him. “Then why am I still seeing the door open?” And he was smiling, but the sickly sweet hint in his tone still hit Walker hard.
“Right, m’sorry,” a mumble, but without hesitation. Walker blinked.
“Don’t be sorry, Baby. I’ll take care of you.”
It felt like ripping apart velcro, the way Walker forced his body from Bob’s and toward the door. Once it clicked shut, securing their privacy, Walker leaned back against it. He watched as Bob walked past the mirror and sat in the loveseat beneath the window.
“C’mere,” Bob prompted, patting his leg. He spread his hand out flat over this thigh and watched, lips slightly parted, as Walker did, so eager to please.
“Let me get my mouth on you,” Walker was saying when he dropped to his knees between Bob’s thighs. His voice was rough.
“I’ll think about it.” Even Bob’s best attempts couldn’t hide his smirk. “Take off your shirt.”
Walker sat back on his heels and did exactly that, and tossed his shirt to the side. He took a long, slow look up Bob’s body, sleek in the blend of tactical blocking. He waited a few seconds, but wasn’t given any further direction. The suspense he was kept in made his stomach twist with need, and Bob sitting above him covered in tactical gear caused his breath to keep catching in his throat. “Come on,” he half-whined.
“Oh, that’s,” Bob stretched his foot out to reach Walker’s knee, and nudged it with the outside of his foot, spreading Walker’s legs beneath him, “That’s perfect, John. You’re perfect.”
The small touch from Bob’s boot was enough to drive Walker wild with need. Almost chasing the movement to keep Bob’s leg between his thighs.
Walker’s bare chest heaved. He was holding back, waiting for permission, but positioned just right over Bob’s foot, against his leg. He chewed on his bottom lip, fighting the urge to beg.
“Shit,” it escaped Bob lowly, almost a growl. “Need it so bad, don’t you?”
Walker brought himself up on his knees, rutting against Bob’s leg. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Need you.”
Bob hummed in acknowledgment. He was drunk off the power, and the feeling of Walker’s hard cock rubbing against his leg through their clothing. “Show me. You look so pretty down there, John.”
He didn’t need to be told again. Walker braced himself with one hand on each of Bob’s thighs, face going red with what should be embarrassment as he started moving desperately against Bob’s leg for some sort of friction.
And Bob let him, for some time. He soaked in the sounds slipping for Walker’s pink-bitten lips, and pressed into his body with his leg, ever-so-slightly like he didn’t know he was doing it. As if he could miss it- miss anything when it came to him. If he’d known all he had to do to break John down like this was slip into some sleek black mission gear, he’d have done it ages ago.
When Walker was shaking, almost leaning fully into Bob, and breathing hard like he might lose it at any second, Bob leaned forward and reached out with one hand to lift his chin until their eyes met. “Easy,” he tutted, “nice and slow.” The sight of John looking up at him, pupils blown and searching for any hint of direction, made Bob let out a high moan. As if testing, he edged at the inside of Walker’s thigh with the toe of his boot.
Walker’s eyes fluttered closed, and a moan so soft it could have been missed slipped out as he pushed into the touch. When Bob’s boot was flat against the front of his crotch, he drug his gaze back up to meet Bob’s. “I- I need-”
“You gonna come in your jeans from this?” Bob pushed his foot down; John shivered against it. Any trace of teasing had vanished from his voice, now replaced by a heavy heat of curiosity and a dripping need of his own.
“It’s you, in this-” Walker ran one hand up Bob’s leg, over the kevlar-blend and padded mesh, “Shit, I am, yeah.” He tilted his hips up into where Bob held him with one foot. “Fuck,” he panted.
“Don’t you dare,” Bob warned. It tapered off into a moan. “You can hump my leg like a fucking dog, beg me to step on your cock, but you won’t come until I let you.” Bob’s fingers gripped both arms of the loveseat tightly like he might break it. He stretched his leg just a bit, mouth falling open when John pushed into his boot so naturally, almost fully grinding against it.
“Jesus-” Walker let his head fall back, eyes screwed tight and whining high in his throat. “Bobby, please,” His brows were furrowed together, “Just- Please.”
A smile flashed across Bob’s lips. He learned forward and reached out to tangle a hand loosely in Walker’s hair. It was damp with sweat. “How do you wanna come, Baby?”
“With you in my mouth,” Walker’s tongue swept out over his lips, wetting them, “and telling me how to- shit- telling me how to touch myself.”
“Good fucking boy.” Bob ran his free hand down his body, palming over his own hard cock which was uncomfortably trapped in his suit before resting his hand there.
Walker’s eyes followed his every move. “Can I-”
“D’you see the mess you’re making on my new boots?”
“I…” Walker was shaking his head, but pulled back enough to see the wet spot which had formed on the front of his jeans. Humiliation washed through his whole body but got twisted up with arousal in his stomach. His brain had turned off long ago. He’d do anything he was told now.
Bob released his hold on Walker’s hair. He pulled his leg back to a resting position, feet flat in front of himself. Sitting back in the loveseat, he removed his gloves and began undoing the belt of his suit. “Well, clean it up.”
A beat passed where John stared, wide-eyed and unmoving. He blinked once before diving down onto his hands, face nearing the floor until his nose brushed against Bob’s leather boot.
Bob watched silently while chewing on the inside of his cheek. His stare was intense. He felt his eyes narrow, but it was taking all the restraint left in him to keep his breathing even and not reach down to just grab John by the shirt and yank him closer.
It started with one long flat lick from Walker’s tongue, over the toe of the boot, and a groan that Bob could feel vibrate through his shoe. Walker looked up for approval, barely lifting his head, and saw Bob taking his dick out from his pants. It was all the encouragement he needed.
“Un-fucking-believable,” Bob was stroking himself in time with the open-mouthed kisses and sucking sounds Walker seemed to be locked into beneath him. “I wish you could see yourself- See how good you’re being.”
“Please,” Walker repeated, muttered right into the inside of Bob’s ankle.
“Yeah, alright,” Bob knew he couldn’t deny him any longer. His own will wasn’t strong enough now. “C’mere, come get it.”
Walker sat up on his knees, drool visible on his bottom lip. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and sucked in a shaky breath before crawling over to close the gap between himself and the edge of the loveseat. With one hand on Bob’s thigh, and the other on the button of his own jeans, Walker could practically feel his skin on fire with anticipation. “Gonna make you feel so good.”
“I know you are,” Bob assured, petting through Walker’s hair. “Make yourself feel good, too.”
The button popped open instantly; Walker had been waiting for the word. Simultaneously as he wrapped his lips around the cock waiting in front of his face, his fingers wrapped around his own dick, leaking and denied and haphazardly pulled from his jeans.
Bob gasped sharply, fingers fisting a handful of John’s hair. Walker swallowed him down in a warm, familiar heat. After a few seconds he could speak again. “Easy,” Bob guided. “You’ll wait for me.”
Walker groaned in a mix of frustration and determination, but his hand slowed. Despite his eyes being closed, the feeling of Bob’s stare could be felt. With every slow pull up and down of his head, he felt Bob’s eyes follow.
Uncontrollably, Walker’s free hand was roaming everywhere it could reach on Bob’s body. He was pushed even further by every changing texture of the gear against Bob’s body. When his hand ran across an open pocket on the hip, Walker allowed his thumb to hook inside and rested his hand there.
Bob’s thoughts began to fall out of his mouth as he neared the edge. “That’s it, just so pretty,” He was petting through John’s hair, down his cheek and the side of his neck, “So good at doing what you’re told, aren’t you? Oh-”
Walker pulled off of Bob’s cock slowly, lips still connected but a shining string of saliva. He was touching himself again, hand moving slowly but firmly up and down in his lap. “Bobby, I’m-” He huffed a breath, “I need-”
“You’ll wait,” Bob promised, leaning forward to cup John’s cheek in his hand. He pressed a kiss to his forehead, smiling into it. “You’re so good, so you’ll wait, and touch yourself nice and slow.”
Walker’s hand faltered, nearly stopped, but obediently he continued.
“That’s it,” Bob’s head was thrown back against the loveseat. Even with his eyes closed, his hand easily found John’s where it gripped his hip, and intertwined their fingers. “That’s it, I know you’re so close, Baby- Don’t stop touching yourself. You can wait. Run your thumb right over the tip for me.”
Walker shuddered, humming around Bob’s cock as he undoubtedly did as he was told.
“I’m gonna come in your mouth,” Bob heard himself saying, overwhelmed by John’s unwavering compliance. “That what you want?”
Walker moved his head a bit in what might be considered a nod, accompanied by a hum. He looked up a bit; desperation was just overflowing from his gaze.
Bob was breathing hard, mouth gone dry. “Then don’t stop, m’so close. Your mouth…”
Where he knelt on the floor, Walker was visibly squirming into his own hand. The movements of his head and hand had become uncoordinated as he teetered between chasing and holding back his orgasm.
Bob finished with a groan that hitched in his throat. He squeezed John’s hand in his own, hips bucking slightly into his boy’s mouth. Walker made an appreciative sound and swallowed around him a few times. He held Bob in his mouth for just a moment before achingly slowly pulling off.
Bob sighed, heart still beating fast. He watched Walker lick his lips. “Shit, come- You gonna come for me?”
Walker nodded hard into Bob’s thigh where his head was resting, facing the floor. “I’m- Yeah, I’m gonna.” He continued to move his hand up and down over his cock, glistening with precum and so sensitive it felt like he could burst at any second.
With one hand, Bob reached down and grabbed a handful of Walker’s hair. He turned his head up to face him, lifting him from where he was leaning into his lap. “Look at me. I wanna see.”
Hearing that was all it took to send Walker over the edge. He met Bob’s eyes just as he came, folding in on himself a little, and feeling the warmth cover his hand. He was still panting hard when Bob leaned down to kiss him on his open mouth.
Bob smiled down at John. He reluctantly let go of his hair. “You look beautiful. Feel beautiful.”
All Walker could do was stretch his neck a little to reach more kisses. He sighed into Bob’s mouth, feeling drained- used, but in the best way he could have hoped for.
Walker inched a bit closer so he could rest his head high on Bob’s thigh, almost in his lap. He just wanted to keep him close for a while. Bob rewarded him unconsciously by petting through his hair, and scratching gently.
Running his other hand down John’s neck and landing it on his shoulder with a squeeze, Bob tilted his head. He looked on for a moment before speaking. “What’s going on in there?”
Walker wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You. It’s you, and this damn,” he ran both hands down Bob’s legs in front of him, “tact suit.”
A grin spread over Bob’s face. “I’ll make sure to wear it more often. Just for you.”