#this is inspired by Callum’s inability to sit like a normal person and close his legs

[evlia]

Idk about you but in my mind gale is dropping to his knees in the most random moments of the day. John may be sitting on the couch reading and suddenly, when he peeks under the book, there’s Gale on his knees, unbuckling his pants with a nonchalant face and when he struggles to pull his pants all the way down he looks up at john with a disappointed look “a little help maybe?” And john lifts his hips with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

Maybe John is pouring himself a cup of coffee when Gale moves the chair to make some space for himself and tugs his sweatpants down with a hum, like he’s appreciating the fact that the sweats make it easy to free John’s cock.

“Jesus, Gale” John exclaims as he grips the edge of the table. A muffled “huh?” Reaches his ears, as if gale is confused by his confusion and then all coherent thoughts leave John’s mind as he feels a wet warmth around his length.

Maybe they have guests over. John sitting on the couch, nursing a drink as he chats with curt and he feels the persistent gaze. When he looks, he sees gale’s eyes locked on his body, not his face or his eyes but his thighs or crotch. He feels a flush creeping up his face when gale doesn’t look away, seemingly unbothered that he’s been caught. John observes as Gale exchanges few words with brady seating next to him but his gaze is unwavering. John sits up from his slouching position and that seems to break the haze and Gale finally looks up. John tilts his head in question, eyes narrowed as if asking “what the fuck, buck?” But gale just smiles, all innocent and licks his lips.

When their friends leave and they finish tidying up the house, john slumps on the couch again with a tired sigh and not even a full minute later there’s gale, between his legs, nuzzling his thigh and breathing heavily. John grips his jaw and tilts his face up, forcing him to look him in the eyes and Gale’s eyes flutter, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“This what you need, doll?” John asks as he palms himself through the jeans and Gale lets out a soft hum. “Jesus, look at you… couldn’t think about anything else all evening, is that right baby?”

“Your fault” Gale mumbles, dazed. “You have no manners, always sitting like…” he trails off, swallowing hard, like he’s mouth is full with saliva. Eyes still trailing down and stopping at John’s crotch. Shaking fingers raising to reach, to touch but then Bucky grips his wrist and tightens his hold on Gale’s jaw to get back his attention and gale whines, like a petulant child, who’s denied his favorite dessert.

“Let me…”

“Look at me”

But Gale doesn’t, so John has to actually make it hurt, his knuckles white as he forces Gale to look him in the eyes. The look on his face makes something sadistic awaken inside him. Smirking, he lets go of Gale’s wrist and starts unbuckling his belt himself. John reaches inside his boxers and tugs his cock free, already hard and gives himself few slow strokes. When Gale tries to reach with his hand again John growls at him

“Don’t” and he gets a pathetic whine in response. “Look at me” he warns him and Gale shudders, forces himself to look at John’s face and not his leaking cock.

“Can’t believe…” John groans as he tuns his thumb over the tip. “Gale Cleven, calm, collected and drooling for my cock” Bucky laughs as Gale moans in response. Then, as desperate as he is, Gale fights against his hold until he manages to catch one of John’s fingers in his mouth. Sucking and drooling all over it, eyes dropping to catch the sight of John stroking himself. Gale whines around the finger when he sees precome collecting at the tip. John realizes then that Gale mimicks the rhythm of his hand movements. When he slows down, Gale does too and when he picks up the pace so does he.

Then, because John feels uncharacteristically cruel, he releases Gale’s jaw and grips the hair on top of his head instead. Forces his face closer to his cock but not close enough and let’s out a cruel, mocking laugh when Gale thinks he can finally reach his cock and sticks his tongue out to get a taste but John just tugs his head back and the sob Gale lets out almost makes him give up the act.

Frustrated, Buck tries to touch him with his hands but John is quick to gather his wrists with his hand, fingers damp with his own precum.

“Please, John”

“Who are you talking to, Gale? My eyes are up here” Gale looks at him, wets his lips and repeats “please”. John releases his wrists

“Hands behind your back” and gale is so obedient that John feels himself wavering. He tugs gales head closer to his crotch and laughs in amazement as his mouth opens wide immediately, like a reflex.

“You’re gagging for it, doll”