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“You’ve got to be kidding me!”
“Get in the damn car, WALKER!” Yelena shouted even louder, the tires squealing, waiting only for her to take off. Walker had no choice but to basically throw himself into the damn wrecked car, the front seat occupied by Ava next to Yelena.
He leapt in; the damn door had been ripped off, half the seat with it, he didn’t even know how the wheel was still in place. The point was, with all that, with the damn hole in the car, with the missing door, with the busted seat—there was Bob.
No kidding, someone had thought it wise to bring Bob along on this mission, the idea being something low-risk, so he could gradually adapt. But the only adaptation there was Walker having to throw himself onto Bob’s lap to get his damn ride back to safety. His shield placed behind Bob’s head, as if he really needed that damn protection from a shield he had dented months ago.
“You had endless options and you picked this junker?” Walker sounded more like he was barking than talking, his face turned toward the girls, because otherwise he’d be yelling and nearly spitting in Bob’s face. Bob, who was holding his waist like Walker was about to fall. Bob, who seemed to look anywhere but at him.
“Walker, less barking, more protection.” Yelena glanced at him through the rearview mirror—the same one that would shatter from a bullet seconds later. “Shit. Hold on, this is about to get exciting.”
Bob couldn’t agree more. It was already complicated enough for him, actually.
Walker’s muscular legs pressed against his, that ass right in his lap… in his… well. And now the way he had to turn, his torso against Bob’s, both hands behind him, one holding the shield up for protection, the other gripping a gun.
“Watch your ears, Bobby.”
Bob knew it was because of the gunshot, but for a split second, his crazy brain thought Walker was going to moan in his ear. And that alone drowned out any sharp sound of a bullet being fired at whatever was behind them. The gun barrel didn’t worry him near his ear—not with Walker holding him. What worried him was further down.
Yelena drove like a getaway driver, not slowing down at all. Ava had to brace herself against the dashboard and the door, both bouncing with every jolt and obstacle the car hit—not exactly unscathed.
Walker felt that grip on his waist, and then there was a hand on his leg after a really brutal jump from the car on the road, as if to better stabilize him on Bob’s lap. The hand was firm, warm even through the fabric of his combat suit. Bob seemed to be hyperventilating, his heart pounding against Walker’s ribs, forcing the soldier to look at Bob’s face just inches from his in that damn position.
Sweat coated his skin, eyes glazed over in what Walker assumed was the direction of the shattered rearview mirror, jaw locked in that bite, nostrils flaring with steady breathing. He was almost motionless, hard as a piece of iron thrown onto a soft seat… and
Another damn jolt.
“YELENA, keep the damn wheel steady!” Walker tilted his head just enough to avoid yelling into Bob’s ear, turning his attention back to whatever was in his weapon’s sights. Forgetting—or just ignoring to avoid combusting—the hand on his waist and thigh. That grip that made him forget he was sitting on a guy’s lap… well, not that he could really hide it from his mind when something in Bob’s pants was apparently nudging him to play. Walker had to ignore it, had to just adjust in that lap for better aim, not to provoke Bob, not to hear that low, muffled pant through a fully closed mouth while biting his jaw and closing his eyes.
The shot, despite all the movement in the car, despite Bob’s hands gripping his body… hit perfectly—right in the tire of the car chasing them, one less threat trying to shoot at them. They needed to stop getting into these messes, by the way. The second shot had to wait for another jolt from the car; Yelena apparently thought they were unpopped popcorn clinging to the bottom of a pan.
Their bodies were nearly merging on that car seat. Walker felt the way Bob let out a brief moan when the car wheel hit the road again, the outside noise keeping the girls from hearing it, but not Walker—not with the proximity, not with the enhancements the serum had given his whole body, especially his keen hearing.
“You good there, Bobby?” He knew how to be a son of a bitch. Oh, he knew. The smile on his lips gave it away, the way his chest pressed against Bob’s, how he sank deeper into that lap as if anchoring himself to keep steady in the high-speed car. The shield still protecting Bob’s head and neck, as well as his own face, while keeping an eye on Ava and Yelena to make sure they stayed safe. “Too heavy for you?”
Bob squeezed Walker’s thigh even tighter; the sound he got in response was music to his ears and poison to his bloodstream and nerves.
“We’re almost there, just hang on a bit longer…” Those words carried so much double meaning that Bob had to look at Walker, even though now Walker wasn’t looking at him. His attention was on the other car pursuing them. Gun raised, aim steady. One clean shot and they were, for now, safe. At least from the cars chasing them—because what was in Bob’s pants—and Walker had to admit, in his own as well—there was no way that was going anywhere.
When the car stopped, skidding almost dangerously close to the Watchtower, Ava was the first to jump out. Her face showed her displeasure.
“Remind me never to ride in a car with you two again. I don’t know who’s worse behind the wheel, Walker or you! It’s like you got your license at Alexei’s little driving school.” Ava remembered well how it had been with Walker driving, although, to not blame him 100%, it had been Bob using his superpower who had knocked them off the track that time. And then Alexei… but who had actually taken them down was Bucky. Quite a team, if she stopped to analyze it.
“What? I nailed it! And didn’t knock us off the track, did I, Walker?!” Yelena was still in the car, along with the others. She turned to look between the seats, Walker adjusting to get out of Bob’s lap, the shield still on his arm, now in front of his body.
“Yeah, totally… wrecked the car! Lost half of it before you even got me out..”
Bob was still seated; Yelena figured it might be shock, his hands resting on his lap.
“Hey…” she called. Bob lifted his eyes from his hands and looked at her. “You okay?”
He nodded, still speechless. He didn’t trust his own throat for that, but cleared it and waited for her to turn forward, exiting the car to do the same.
Yelena caught up to Ava easily, especially since Ava seemed to be waiting for her, taking shallow, vague steps, more pacing side to side than moving forward.
“At least this little disaster helped build friendship and intimacy between those two.” Ava gestured over her shoulder; Walker a little ahead, Bob almost behind him.
Yelena watched closely. Just because she didn’t feel these things didn’t mean she couldn’t recognize them. She hid a laugh as she turned forward and grabbed Ava by the forearm to walk faster.
“Maybe you should mention to the therapist that dangerous things get you excited, Bobby.” He really knew how to be a little shit when he wanted. He looked back, eyes scanning Bob from head to toe, then back up to his groin. He could afford the teasing; his shield was blocking his erection. “It’s not always something safe, you know.” He kept walking, Bob following him almost as if Walker could hide the hard-on in his pants, the shirt pulled down to try and disguise it, but it did little.
Bob wanted something to throw at the back of Walker’s head. Maybe a 20kg rock.
“That… I don’t…” He doesn’t what? Not his fault for getting turned on by his teammate jumping into his lap in a moving car? “I don’t need to bring this up in therapy, it was a one-time thing, Walker.”
They were in the elevator; Ava and Yelena hadn’t waited for them.
The floors passed like little LED marks in front of Bob’s eyes. He stared at them, waiting for the doors to open so he could go to his room and deal with that problem.
The doors seemed to have heard his silent prayers—they opened, and fortunately, the large room was empty.
“Well, if you need a little hand…”
Bob froze in place, one foot still slightly raised, ready to touch the floor. The other planted firmly, or he would have fallen.
“I’m not a therapist, but I can listen whenever you need.”
Was that wink intentional? That offer of a little hand… was it to be heard… about Bob’s problems, the moans, or that calloused hand on his body?
“Don’t think too much, Bobby. Soon I’ll be able to hear the gears in your brain trying to turn.”
Walker continued down the corridor ahead, the shield now finally resting at his side, his arm relaxed, no longer needing to hide any erection.
Bob later discovered he wasn’t the only one who had gotten excited from that lap ride. The only one who liked something dangerous…