Superverse

11:01 Captain_America: I leaned back against the seat, the shield slung on my back sinking into the hard leather, as the rumble of the helicopter blades filled the small cabin with a dull roar. Inside, my stomach was full of butterflies. Why? I mean, I’d faced down the Red Skull, HYDRA, Crossbones, Ultron. So why the hell was a little publicity stunt followed by an interview and the filming of a simple little PSA making me feel like a teenager all over again?

I sighed, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling of the chopper as it cut through the air on it’s way to the filming location. I knew why. Of course I did. It would be the first time I’d seen John Cena since back at SHIELD… when I’d first been dethawed from the ice. When the entire goddamn world had changed, everyone I’d known, the world I’d grown up in, gone. Replaced by a world that had changed so much it might as well be an alien world. I’d been confused, aching, almost an emotional basket case. And Cena at the time had been a young Marine. Confident, powerful, hard and handsome as a new day. He wasn’t Bucky… no one could ever replace Bucky, but Cena didn’t need to be Bucky. He was John Cena. He’d been the first face I’d seen after regaining consciousness and realizing decades had passed while I lay frozen in the ice.

At the time, I had no idea exactly how much the world had changed. Back in my day… if a man like me met another man like me… you know what I mean .. there were ways we had to find each other out. A look in the eye, a brushing of muscle on muscle, a certain glance. If anyone ever found out about my secret passion for men, I’d be ruined, discredited. But in the days that followed my awakening and my discovery of a new world, John and I had exchanged all those signs… one thing had led to another, as they do. I’d been hurting… alone, and being with John filled a hole in my soul. Besides… he was incredible. Not a super soldier like me, he’d never taken the serum, but he was about as close as a human male can get. I’d never met anyone, not even Bucky, who could handle me when I was lost to passion. But John could. And John was the first, and only man, ever to take me from behind. That young Marine had been there for me when I needed him most. But then, well, duty called. HYDRA was still around, and so many other threats. Memories surfaced of the battle I had with Red Skull in Germany before the accident that led to my extended hibernation. Even after all this time, he still reached out from beyond the grave to spread his special brand of destruction, through HYDRA. I was needed. People I would never meet, families that I would never know depended on me to keep them safe from unimaginable threats and horrors. Even after I discovered that the world was not quite as dissaproving of men like me now as it was during WWII, I don’t think the world was ready to discover that their hero, the leader of the Avengers needed to fuck and be fucked by his fellow soldiers in the privacy of his bedroom. Cena left the Marines, became a pro wrestler, a world champion, inspiring his fans in his own way.

But I never forgot him. Never forgot how he was there for me when I was lost and alone. Never forgot his strength, his sheer power. My cock surged just thinking about it. And now… today… we would meet again. For some silly little PSA warning kids not to get into cars with strangers. A publicity and media circus for charity. What a strange world this is. Suddenly, the pilot called back to me, “All right Cap, here we are! Ready to give the kids a show? Get off your fat ass and do a proper day’s work?”

I grinned, my reverie broken. I glanced at the pilot, Paul, a handsome fucker, a buddy of mine in fact, and I allowed myself just the slightest appreciation of his solid build. “That’s okay. I’ve got to earn my keep somehow! Besides, there are only so many laps I can take around the National Mall before boredom sets in. ” Paul laughed good naturedly. I had in fact been on lap 122 that morning when Paul had called me to let me know it was time. I had only just started to work up a light sweat. Thanks to the super soldier serum, my body eliminated fatigue toxins nearly as quickly as it produced them, providing me with enormous stamina. It took a lot of work to get me tired, and even more work to really push my body. Weighing in at 250 pounds, standing 6 foot tall, I was packed with solid muscle. Muscle that, thanks to the serum, was denser, stronger, more powerful than the most accomplished Olympic athlete or special forces soldier the world had ever known. Add to that my incredible stamina, rapid healing factor, elite training in battlefield tactics, hand to hand combat and weapons handling to produce the most accomplished soldier the world had ever seen. And I worked hard, trained hard, to keep my edge, to maintain my constant vigilance. Forged in battle, I stood ready to keep America, and the world, safe, whatever the personal cost. And that cost had been high. Bucky lost to me… Cena and I never to be … and so many others that I had loved and lost over the years. But you go on. You fight on to make their sacrifices count for something.

I stand up, moving to the door of the chopper, pulling it aside, looking down over the park beneath us, filled with crowds waiting for Captain America and John Cena to wow them. I double check my gear. My heavy boots, tactical body armor and helmet fit me like a second skin and provided some protection from small arms fire while allowing me the flexibility and speed to react rapidly. My trademark gear had been upgraded since my WWII days, but still proudly sported the red, white and blue pattern with a white star emblazoned on the middle of my chest. My hard, battle-forged combat-ready muscle visibly strained the seams of my uniform, my body projecting an aura of strength, power, confidence and competence. At my waist, my tactical belt was firmly strapped in place. Then I leaped out of the chopper, my powerful quads coiling like springs to provide a healthy dose of lateral momentum. I could see the faces in the crowd, hundreds of feet below me, cheering and in awe at my stunt. Holding my arms tight into my sides, the air rushing past my face, I soared down towards the clearing in the center of the park. I adjusted my angle slightly, my battle-trained body responding instantly, then came in for a tight, controlled roll across the lawn, coming up out of my roll into a running leap, landing on the stage with perfect precision, accompanied by explosive cheering. And there, in front of me, as I landed in a three point stance, shield out, I looked up, into the face of John Cena.
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10:01 John_Cena_Champ: “Alright John, we’re doing this for charity. You ready?” Paul, known as Triple H to the crowd, was giving me a pep talk before dropping me off with his chauffeur. He places a hand on my strong shoulder “I know you’re nervous, bud. I know you’re a big fan of Cap. But think of all the hot milfs you’re gonna score.” Paul smirked at me, not knowing my secret.

The secret being - I’m gay. The hero and face of the WWE is actually gay. I realized I liked men back in high school when I played football and was in wrestling. I discovered I loved the male form. Muscles. And my years in the marines were amazing…

Free meals, 3 hot showers a day, all the gay sex a young man could want…but in those days the DADT bill was in full force. Everyone knew, though. But i look back and there was one day that changed me as a man. I’ll never forget the day I met Cap. Our commander asked us muscle studs to stop fucking in the showers and get ready for a special mission. I was a beast in sex but was a great soldier. We…helped revive the legendary Captain America. When he woke, I was front and center. How could I not be? It was like watching my Prince Charming awaken. We made eye contact, he woke up. He smirked at me, but one of the brainiacs pushed me aside and began asking questions. Telling him it was 2013. He seemed overwhelmed and scared but we made eye contact a few times and he calmed.

Later that day he sought me out and we began to talk, the man spoke like he was my grandad but had a charming way about him. We flirted. And I decided to take him to a small diner near the base on our first date. I didn’t want to scare him with the big city. As I drove him back to the base he kissed me. The weeks that followed…we had passionate sex. We wrestled around, flexed, admired each other’s bodies…he admitted he was a twink before he got the serum. I laughed and explained to him that gay teen twinks everywhere do something similar - with roids.

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: After the two times he took my ass…I wanted more. I wanted all of him. I crawled on the big king size bed he called his, spread my muscular legs, and took a deep hit of poppers. “Take me. All of me. Don’t pull punches. I want your full strength” and with that, Steve took control and made my eyes roll back. My hole was wrecked but I wanted him. I loved him. I kissed him and we snuggled after. Covered in sweat. One night he asked me to take control. And I did.

I fucked him. I fucked Captain America. I was his first and eventually we flipped. Raw intense sex. He wore his harness and boots to bed a few times and had Sir Cena wreck his ass. We experimented. Toys, anal beads. It’s good having a boyfriend with a healing factor. But that year was the happiest I ever been. He was my best friend. And boyfriend.

Eventually, he had to take the call from Nick Fury. He told me one night and it was a tearful conversation. He couldn’t be with me. He broke it off since he didn’t want to lose me like he lost Bucky. We made love one more time and he was gone in the morning. Once I finished the marines I entered wrestling and bodybuilding to get my mind off Steve.

Who knew this moment of all things would reunite us. Some PSA about child safety. I was in a tight muscle-T and jeans. I’m no longer the plucky 22 year old Steven Rogers knew. I stepped out in my shades as people roared, and Triple H’s limo screeched off. He texted me “see you in an hour.” I waited and minutes later, a helicopter appeared.

My heart raced. I was 22 all over again.
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11:01 Captain_America: The world all fell away... the noise of the crowd... the sunshine... the wind on my face... all of it fell away. And I feel into John Cena's eyes. All the years between us... all the heartache... the pain of breaking off our fling, all of it fell away. And there was nothing but his eyes. But him. He had filled out. Layered even more muscle on his already incredible body.

But I knew that. He was a public figure after all. But seeing him in person was different than seeing him on a screen. Slowly, I stood up. And the moment went on. Finally, a bit embarrassed by the intense gaze we were exchanging, not quite sure what to make of it, the announcer coughed, uncomfortably.

And I blushed suddenly, my cheeks going flaming red as I remembered where I was. And right then, I was more grateful for my heavy tactical trousers than I ever was before. Because I was at full mast, and leaking. I coughed, and extended my hand, my voice loud and clear, firm, as I became the Captain America the crowd expects, "Mr. Cena, what a pleasure to meet you. I'm a big fan of yours." And then we touch, skin to skin, hand to hand. I grip your hand firm, showing you my power, my strength. Reveling in it. Knowing that you are one of the few men who can take even this much of my strength.

12:01 Brock_Rumlow: I looked up from beneath the shade of the tree where I stood guard, dressed in plain clothes. Providing security. Ha. If only those fools at the Avengers knew that the man in charge of security was sworn to HYDRA. But I wouldn't have missed this for the world. Back when I was just a grunt, before graduating to SHIELD special forces, before becoming the consummate bad ass that I now am, I'd known Cena, and Cap. I was there. I saw the looks those two gave each other. I knew they were fags. I knew it, but I couldn't prove it. But I had all the proof I needed, right here, right now. Fuck, I wanted to shout, get a room all ready. Look at that stare. One day... I swear, one day. I'd have them both. Cena always thought he was better than me. But look at him. He's a quitter. He quit the Marines to become a fake ass pro wrestler. One day, I'll put him in his place. And Steve too. Hail HYDRA. As I thought of what I wanted to do to them both... my cock got rock hard. But I wasn't a faggot. Taking pleasure in the suffering of your enemies was perfectly natural. Not like those butt-fucking queers.
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10:01 John_Cena_Champ: the announcer thinks on his feet. “A showdown of two great titans! Here they are CAPTAIN AMERICA AND JOHN CEEEENA!!” I squeeze my hand and give you a firm shake. “I’m a big fan of yours too, big guy.” My eyes say how much I’ve missed you but then to keep up appearances, I go along with the narrative that we just met.

“This is funded by the children’s foundation of DC, and what do you want to tell the kids, Cena?”

“Thanks Tom - I just want to say: Say No to Strangers!” A small cheer erupts from the kids in the crowd. A few of the young moms give me the “fuck me” eyes, and some are hot! If I was straight…

But all I could think of is Steve. Maybe I’ll have an opportunity to talk to him after this event…

11:01 Captain_America: I smile at you, but the smile is not for you, it's for the crowd. But my eyes... my eyes are for you. We break off our handshake, and I hate it, hate losing the physical contact. But, I remind myself, all of that is water under the bridge. There is no way the two of us could ever be there for each other. But my body, my gut, had it's own agenda. I wanted him. No. It was more than that. I was still in love with him.

I turned to the crowd, my face a mask beneath a mask, smiling and waving to the crowd. The announcer turns to me as my eyes scan the crowd, seeing cheering moms going crazy, seeing Dads holding up their kids to get a better look at me and Cena. And there... for a brief moment... Rumlow's eyes. His face a mask of professionalism. I'd almost forgotten, he was doing security for this event.

My thoughts rush back to Cena. Maybe after the event, we'd have a chance to talk.. I wanted that. So bad. But it scared me deeply, too.

I realized then, just in time, the announcer was speaking to me. "And Captain America, do you have a message for the kids?"

I smiled broadly, speaking up in a loud clear voice, "Thanks Tom, you bet I do. Remember - saying no to a stranger is saying no to danger!! Captain America can't always be there to save the day, but you can learn how to do that all by yourselves!" The crowd erupts!!

Then, we are waved back to the rear of the stage as the director of the foundation got up to give a speech, droning on. I was sitting right next to Cena. I could feel the heat radiating off his thick championship muscle. I could smell him. My enhanced hearing could pick up his heartbeat. I shifted suddenly, and my shoulder bumped his accidently. This was torture. My cock was so hard. I wanted him so bad.

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: As the director droned on, I lowly spoke to you. “Wanna grab a few drinks? I’m free tonight. We can go work out. Talk maybe. I get if you have a mission but I cleared my schedule for…” I looked down then darted my eyes at yours “you.” I smirked as the entertainment showed up for the kids.

Fucking Christ. How long do I have to endure this? At least the kids are having fun. A manager spoke to us briefly. “Just 15 more minutes guys, then you can meet and greet the crowd then you’re free. Thanks so much for this! It’s for a good cause.” I grinned at the staffer. “Happy to serve, man.”

I looked at the crowd then darted my eyes back at yours. “The ball is in your court, Steven.” And I sat back up, waved at a few kids.

My voice telling that while I’m not upset at you anymore, this is probably one of the few chances we’ll ever get to rekindle that fire. It also had a few notes of pain, heartbreak, and hope.

I then scan the crowd and see…him. Brock fucking Rumlow. That closetcase. When we were in the marines he would tag along to the orgies and tell people he’s “not a fag” yet Fuck and eat a dude’s ass. I stared daggers at him and he smirked at me. His eyes equally as pissed.

Steve doesn’t know but we got in a fight before I finished my time in the marines. He tried outing me since I got a promotion. That’s part of the reason I left…

11:01 Captain_America: As I sit there, wrestling with my hormones, dealing with emotions that I thought were in the past, you whispered in my ear. It was like electricity, the sound of your voice, and your offer opened up a deep ache inside me. I wanted that... but I'd learned long ago that I couldn't afford to have the things I wanted. Duty first. Always.

I wanted to respond. But I couldn't make the words come out. Then, the manager interrupted us. I echoed Steve, "Pleasure my man. I like taking a break from fighting alien horrors from time to time." That got a chuckle. Then you told me that the ball was in my court. I felt like I'd been slugged in the gut. Not from your words, but your tone. It ripped me open, raw.

I sit there, struggling with my emotions as you scan the crowd. Then, suddenly, before I can change my mind, I lean over and whisper in your ear, "You forgot man, I can't get drunk. And there isn't a gym anywhere, except at Avengers HQ, that can give me a proper workout. But I'll go along and spot you and watch you get drunk." I suddenly felt light hearted. It felt right. Completely and totally right. Duty could take a break for one single evening, couldn't it?

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: I chuckle. “Always a Boy Scout. Ok. After this let’s grab dinner. If anything, I think I know how we can spin this for the media. Trust me. I’ve been thinking about this day for a while.” I wink at you and then stand up and grab the mic.

“That was great! This fundraiser will go to all DC elementary schools and WWE is giving away $300,500 to DC school districts.” I got a roar of applause from parents. “Now let’s party!” I grin and get ready to mingle with some fans and sign posters.

Turning my head, I look back at you and walk away. Subtly telling you that I’m done chasing. In the crowd I sign a few posters and take a few pics. And then bump into Brock.

“Cena”
“Rumlow”

“A heartfelt reunion with Rogers?”
“It’s Just business, Rumlow. And just letting you know, a security gig from SHIELD is not the place to cruise for DL dads.” Rumlow furrows his brow and is in a deep rage, angry at my quip. But before he can say anything, a young dad asks me to pose for a picture. “See you around, bro.”

11:01 Captain_America: Damn, there was that smile of his. How I'd missed it. No man I'd ever known, not even Bucky, could put so much ... meaning ... into a smile like John could. I nod at John just before he takes the mic. Anticipation was churning in my guts as though I were a lovesick teenager. As I did my duty, handing out smiles, posing for pictures, giving out encouragement to the kids, the dads, the moms, I couldn't wait for all of this to be over.

Couldn't wait until it was just me and John. Finally, the crowds started to thin, dispersing as security performed one final sweep. I caught sight of Rumlow walking past, an angry, almost hateful scowl on his face. I wondered what had gotten into him. But I shook my head, now was not the time to be concerned about Rumlow.

I turned, searching for Cena, caught him exchanging some words with Paul. I waited politely then moved in to tap John on the shoulder just as Paul walked away. I grunted in a low voice, "It takes a lot of calories and even more protein to keep my super soldier muscle going man. You won't like me when I'm hungry." I chuckle, then had an idea. "Hey... remember that diner you took me to just after I came out of deep freeze? I wonder ... is it still there?" (edited)

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: Rumlow leaves and his gorilla gait, and I scoff at him. Paul, Steve’s pilot and I make eye contact and we begin a conversation. It’s apparent he’s one of us, he takes a long look at Cap’s big round ass and smirks at me. I ask him if he could drop us off at a diner in the outskirts of the city, and I text Triple H not to send the driver.

You tell me that I won’t like you when you’re hungry and I roll my eyes. “Steve, I’ve seen you at your worst. I can handle you. Trust me.” You ask about the diner and I grin. “Actually…you’re in for a good surprise…”

We say goodbye to everyone and the paparazzi takes a pic of us laughing. Good. Just as I thought. I can see the headlines making us out to be a couple of bros. Two dogs on a night off on the town. Chasing girls. Whatever the Fuck the public decides.

Paul takes us to the helicopter and I get up. “After you.” I smirk at you. “Paul, you got my directions?” And I smirk at you.
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11:01 Captain_America: The entire world seems to lighten as I stand there, laughing with you, those ever present paparazzi recording the moment. No doubt it will get splashed on the front page tomorrow. Always in the public eye... always with an image to maintain. Always have to be Captain America, never anytime to be Steve Rogers.

Even now... here, with John Cena again, I'm still in the public eye. Have to put on a show. When all I really want to do is to fucking kiss you, wrestle you down, take that championship ass and stuff it to the hilt with my cock. But instead, I laugh and smile for the cameras. And think about you and that diner all those years ago when I woke up into a world I no longer recognized.

As we get in the chopper, I put my hand on Paul's shoulder, "Thanks man." He turns and he ... winks at me suggestively. What the?? What was that supposed to mean? Does Paul... know? How could he?

The chopper lifts off, the thumping of the rotors drowning out the sounds of the crowd. And here... for a time, we had privacy. No cameras. No eyes. Just me and you. I turned, staring into your eyes. Smiling then, a sincere smile. Not for the crowd, but for you. A shy smile. My cock was so hard it ached as I reached one hand to grab the back of your head in a tight firm grip.

I leaned forward, and before I could stop to think about what I was doing, I kissed you. Hard, passionately. A fierce, aggressive, hungry kiss. Controlling your head in my grip, turning you towards me. I'd waited too long for this. Denied myself too long. But suddenly, I realized that we weren't entirely alone. If Paul were to glance behind him ... I broke off the kiss, feeling my cheeks flame like fire as I stared into your eyes. Hungry. For so much more than dinner. (edited)

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: I sat with you. Our muscular bodies next to each other, finally taking our masks off. Partially. But then you do something Cap would NEVER do…but Steve would have: you kiss me.

This brought me back to a simpler time. A time when we were just two young military men exploring and finding themselves.

Taking you on our first date in my pick up, you kissed me on the side of the road spontaneously. The world was simpler. How I long for that time again.

I open my eyes and you abruptly stop. Your eyes motion to Paul. I roll my eyes. “Steve…Paul is gay. Watch.” I get on Grindr and select Paul’s shirtless muscular torso. “Fly Boy Bottom” and it made the familiar grindr sound.

Problem is…I’m not sure is boy scout Captain America would know what grindr is..

11:01 Captain_America: My mouth drops open as you whip out your phone, and suddenly bring up a picture of Paul... my pilot... PAUL... shirtless on something called "grindr". The look of shock on my face says it all. I glance up at Paul, who is focused on piloting, then back at you. I'll never get used to this new world.

But that one kiss, brief as it was, had woken the beast. Fuck how I needed you. The helicopter started to descend suddenly, towards a grubby little diner on the edge of town. A family just getting out of their car stopped in shock as the chopper set down in the parking lot, their mouths dropping open as I stepped out of the chopper, looking up at you, unable to take my eyes off of you, taking in the sharp lines of your hard, handsome masculine face.

I wondered for a moment what the media were going to make of this... Captain America and John Cena having a meal in some greasy spoon on the outskirts of DC, arriving in a chopper? But for once... I didn't care. (edited)

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: “JOHN CENA!” Their 7 year old boy goes in for a hug as the dad laughs. Fuck. We’re never off. I ruffle the kid’s hair and their little girl shyly greets you. We both make our way to the diner.

“Take your helmet off, babe. You look ridiculous.” I whisper at you. We enter and a handful of people are inside. I think on my feet, the waitress giving us weird looks. “M’am, not every day you work with Captain America. Showing him a slice of small town pie.” The elderly waitress smiles warmly. “I’ll get you boys started with some Cherry pie. On the house and she winks at us.

“So here’s the story. We hit it off as BEST FRIENDS at the fund raiser. We’re just enjoying ourselves since we’re both notoriously low key….” My eyes meet yours and I’m sad. Even at the top we still can’t be ourselves.

“I dont think the world is ready for a superhero who finds love in his own locker room….” (edited)

11:01 Captain_America: Then, I hear the family behind me, and remember who I am, or more importantly, who the world sees me as. I'm all smiles as I greet the little girl. I look around the diner, lost in memory... it hasn't changed in all these years. Belatedly, I hear you talking to me. I take my helmet off, my blue eyes shining as I take in the run down old diner. I give a polite nod to the staff as I let you take the lead and charm the elderly waitress.

You always were a smooth talker. That smile of yours could sink a thousand ships. It sunk mine, I know that.

I lay my helmet aside and lean forward as we get settled in the booth. Our eyes meet, and you see the sorrow in my eyes as I realize what you are saying, and I see the same reflected in yours. When do we ever just get to be ourselves? For a moment, a brief moment, I'm stricken by doubts. You are right, the world isn't ready for a superhero who finds love in his own locker room. Maybe I should just stop now. Walk away. Forget I ever met you. Focus on my duty. It would be easier.

So why didn't I? Why didn't I just get up and do the right thing, walk away? Never look back. I swallowed hard.

But instead of doing that, for some crazy reason, I did the opposite. There are many kinds of bravery. And right now, it took a very special kind of bravery for me to say what I said next. It would have been easier to go one on one with Ultron. "Don't worry John, we'll fool them all. No one will ever know we are anything but friends. I ... " I swallowed, and looked hard at you. " ... can't go through letting you go again." Our reunion had turned my world upside down.

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: I grin from ear to ear. “You know…I was heartbroken when you left last time. When I woke up and you weren’t there to hold me. But..I get it. I wasn’t mad. Just disappointed.” I look at you. “Not one damn Christmas card. After I sent you a few cards to your place. But…it’s in the past we’re here now.”

The waitress comes and looks at you. “Honey you haven’t changed a bit. My mom had photos of you, cut out photos from the war effort. Glad to meet you! You saved my dad in the war. Henry Carraway, 3rd division. Whomever ends up with you, hon, is a lucky girl.”

I side eye you and then quickly change the subject. I order an Oreo milkshake and a bacon burger with spiced fries.

You ordered your food and the waitress left. “Coming right up, boys.” Out of respect people didn’t sit near us.

“Listen. I don’t have plans tonight or tomorrow. Are you out to the other avengers? Do they think you’re some asexual patriotic robot? Would they mind if I sleep over?” I grin again. “I can also host but it’s less privacy.”

11:01 Captain_America: I felt the familiar guilt rising up as you spoke. I still had those Christmas cards, every one of them. I tried to speak, tried to explain... explain what? That I was too afraid of what would happen if we were found out? That I was a coward? That I needed a clean break, I needed to focus on being the hero the world needed?

It sounded so stupid now. Even to me. So I said nothing as the waitress came up. And once again, I was Captain America. I smiled at her. I didn't tell her there was no lucky girl in my future. "It's my pleasure to serve, ma'am." I didn't remember Henry Carraway... but I remembered many like him. I fought to keep men like him, and their families safe. And I was going to risk all of that for ... John?

Yep. Because how could I go on being the hero people expected me to be if I couldn't be the man I needed to be? I had to learn to be both.

I ordered three of the biggest beefsteaks they had, ribeyes. I'd need the protein tonight, I was sure.

I almost laughed out loud as you 'invited' yourself over. I speak in a low, intense voice, "Tonight and tomorrow, they are yours John. Ours. Unless of course there is an emergency. No, of course the other Avengers don't know that I want to .." I glance around, and my voice goes even quieter, despite that fact that no one is sitting near us, "...muscle you down and stuff your tight ass with my manhood all night long. I've got my own suite, and the other Avengers are away just now. We'll have plenty of privacy. Just you and me." I started to smile, my cock tenting with anticipation.

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: As I ate my burger and you scarfed down your steaks, I smirked. “It’s a date. I haven’t had much luck. I’ve been working on myself. Dated another wrestler. Finn Balor…I doubt you know him. It didn’t work out. I still…I still like you.” I watch you.

We keep eating. “And I want you to eat my big round ass. I want to taste yours as well. After we work out and shower…” I’m glad we’d be alone. Because I want you so badly. “I haven’t had a cock in me since we were together. Have you hooked up with anyone?” I raise an eye brow

11:01 Captain_America: As the waitress lays my steak down in front of me, I start to dig in, eating with precision and gusto. It does take a lot to keep my enhanced body fueled. As I listened, I felt a stab of jealousy. But it was ridiculous. I'd let him go. Why should I feel jealous? I replied, between mouthfulls, "I've seen pictures of him. A fine man. I'd say that I was sorry it didn't work out, but I'd be lying. I ... missed you John."

I start to blush furiously as you keep talking. Looking around, to make sure no one can hear us. "It's been too long man. I miss that fine ass of yours. No doubt it's even harder than it was before. Just wait till I show you the gym we have at the Avengers HQ. Just don't try to match me lift for lift." I chuckled, remembering what had happened the last time you tried that. I swallowed, then realized you asked me a question. I shook my head. "No one. I don't have the time, can't take the risk. And besides... it wouldn't feel right. Not after ... you."

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: My face felt white. A huge warm wave of guilt swept over me. “I-I don’t know what to say. I never stopped thinking of you. I just thought that you and Paul…or you and Th-“

The waitress came to pick up our plates. “The dessert will come shortly.” I grin. “Thanks m’am.” I look at you. Damn. A whole weekend with you. Us just fucking. Cooking. Hanging out. I feel I should bring a change of clothes. “Remember when we’d just cuddle and watch tv in our underwear? Or sweatpants?”

My eyes widened. I narrowed them. “Wait. I saw on the news Bucky was back…did you and him…?” I began to feel some jealousy.

11:01 Captain_America: I watched the guilt rise up in your eyes. Why? I'm confused. You have nothing to be guilty about. I'm about to ask you further on it, when the waitress returns, interrupting my train of thought, and you move on before I can ask further. I ache inside as you remind me of simpler times, when I was still officially "recovering" from deep freeze. When we had time for just the two of us.

You mention Bucky next, and suddenly, my entire face goes stony, but not before you catch the spasm of deep emotional agony that contorts my handsome face. I look away, mumbling... "It wasn't Bucky. It looked like Bucky... but it wasn't him. This isn't widely known, but they got him. Those HYRA bastards... they brainwashed him. He nearly killed me. He's not the man I know... let's ... talk about something else, okay?"

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: “I-I didn’t know. I’m sorry. I’m sorry babe. Let’s just pay after dessert and head home.” Home. I miss calling it that. For about a year and a half when we dated I would call your apartment home. When no one knew who you were. When you absolutely clueless how to use an Uber. When I tried showing you what cruising is. I wanted to hold you right then and there.

The family waved goodbye and we followed suit.

I smiled and laughed. “I was thinking of the time when the concept of a supermarket scared you. You were overwhelmed by the choices.”

Our pies came and we finished. We left to the helicopter and Paul raised his eyebrow. “Cute first date. Y’all take care of everything? I have a hot date tonight.” I smirk and fist bump him as he shows me the muscular college jock begging for “daddy’s cock”. “Fuck him till he can’t walk”. As we continue our locker room talk banter, I notice you’re a bit uncomfortable. “Babe. Everything okay?” I wrap my arm around your neck and pull you closer.

11:01 Captain_America: The awkward moment passes, as I regain control of my emotions. Bucky... that's an open wound I can't face, not tonight. Tonight I want to focus on you. You call me babe again, and it sends a thrill down my spine... as if all those years between us had fallen away. I smile at you, the pain passing. "Yeah John, let's go home."

I laughed as we said goodbye to the waitress and the family. We got into the chopper, and my face went beet red at Paul's comments. You and he... it was all so natural, so easy. It wasn't for me though. Not at all. I smile awkwardly at Paul and sit down. "Take us home Paul. Back to the Avengers HQ. Mr. Cena here will be our guest."

You put your arm around me, asking after me, as Paul fires up the chopper, the blades start to whir. And suddenly, everything is okay. More okay than it's been for a while. I shock myself by suddenly throwing you down to the floor of the chopper, my hands grabbing your wrists as my steel-cabled super soldier muscles flex, holding your powerful championship body down. I growl into your face, my eyes flashing. "Everything is fucking a okay, babe." Then, I kiss you hard, deep, powerfully. Stealing your breath as I grind my crotch into yours. Paul looks back, smirking, "Get a fucking room already, boys."

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: Though I’ve fought bigger and badder men, none have been as strong as you. I try to lift you off of me, but it’s impossible, I simply can’t overpower you.

I listen to Paul’s comments. “We are. But give us a break. This guy has been a boy scout for too long” And we continue kissing into the sunset. Our eyes locking as the Orange sunset showers us.

Published: 2022-05-15, viewed 93 times.