The Nest

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We should start doing this again

*screeches from the rooftops*

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

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Man, I miss you guys. <3

hillbillyjones

super awesome best friend avenging time banjo

guys i need to return to you because my friend just texted me, “winter soldier” and my feels are taking over. actually shaking. i still can’t believe the movie is happening. sometimes i think i’m imagining it. lately i’ve been all hbo war feels but i am returning to my roots. and for old time’s sake…

jonnyblake-deactivated20120916

I WILL BE AROUND TOMORROW.

Somebody's awfully happy.

Is Jane in town? Is that why?

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Clint smiled softly. He had no plans of letting Phil go any time soon. He kept humming, getting closer to sleep every second. He noticed the exact moment Phil fell asleep and only then did he allow himself to start to drift off as well.

He smiled contentedly and hummed the last few notes of “Somethin’ Stupid” before he closed his eyes.

“Mmm… showers. I support showers.” Clint had a soft smile on his face. “Don’t pretend it’s not even just a little hot.” He leaned…

Clint hummed contentedly into the kiss. Phil was right, they fit together perfectly and he was more than happy to crowd into Phil, to trap him between Clint and the wall. It felt like protecting Phil and that was something Clint would always do, no matter what.

He groaned at the hand in his hair as it tugged just right. “mmmmmm, love your hands, Phil. Love what they do to me, how they feel on my skin.” Clint pulled back and reached for one of Phil’s hands, pulling it up to his face. He pressed a kiss to each finger tip before placing one in the center of his palm. Clint really did love Phil’s hands. They could kill somebody with the same ease most people had when it came to signing their name on a piece of paper.

“i love that your strength is hidden. Love that it’s a privilege to see. God, you’re so fucking amazing, Phil.” Clint leaned in for another kiss, shifting his hips so they were pressed solidly against each other once again.

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Phil kept kissing Clint his hands on Clint’s hips, fingers digging in a little and then letting go so Clint could kiss his hand. He had to watch as he covered every inch of his hand with his mouth and Phil had no idea that his hand was an erogenous zone, but maybe it was just because it was Clint’s mouth. “God, your mouth. Makes me forget everything.”

He sucked in a breath when Clint shifted against him and moaned when their cocks lined up, even if he wasn’t exactly hard yet. he loved all kissing that Clint did, how protective he was and how he couldn’t seem to stop touching him. He felt like that was the secret part of Clint he got to see that no one else did.

Clint smiled softly at Phil’s groan. For right now, he was completely satisfied with being close to Phil, sharing the same space. He put a hand on each of Phil’s wrists and started to rub gently with his thumbs. He slid his grip up Phil’s arms slowly, continuing to press into them with deft strokes and circles. He rubbed Phil’s biceps firmly, digging his thumb into the muscles there and easing the tension out of them. His hands came to rest on Phil’s shoulders, massaging gently before he dropped them to work at his chest.

“I am never, never, going to get tired of finally being able to touch you. I love how you respond to me. I love the feel of you under my hands. I love being able to feel all of you.” Clint lowered his head to mouth at the skin just below Phil’s ear. “And it’s all mine.” He bit softly at the corner of Phil’s jaw. “Mine.”

the look on Clint’s face when he said that made Phil moan. “God, I love being yours. I love hearing you say that and hearing that tone of your voice. You make me feel so sexy, so wanted, so loved.” he reached up to slide his fingers through Clint’s hair and tug on it.

“You know you’re Mine just as much as I’m yours.” he leaned in for another kiss, biting at Clint’s lip before he licked his way inside. “We should get out,” he whispered when he finally pulled back from the kiss. “Maul each other in bed.”

“Mmm… yours.” Clint said, kissing Phil back passionately. “Right. Bed. We do have one of those.”

Clint smirked and turned off the water before he dragged Phil out of the stall, wrapping him in one of the over-sized towels that every room came with thanks to Tony. He dried Phil off carefully and rubbed his head with the towel, making his hair stand up wildly. He laughed softly and leaned in for a gentle kiss before drying himself off as quickly as possible.

He led them into the bedroom while walking backward, never taking his eyes off of Phil, and flopped down carelessly onto the bed, shifting back so his head rested on the pillows.

he laughed and nodded. “Yes, we have a nice, comfortable, warm bed we could be in, instead of this shower.” He let Clint dry him off and shook his head when he messed with his hair and reached up to run his fingers through it. “So ridiculous,” he says fondly.

After he followed Clint back to the bed, he turned off the lamp and slid in close, snuggling against him, draping himself around Clint. He slid his hand across Clint’s stomach, let his head rest on his shoulder and crooked a knee over Clint’s thigh. “Mmm.. you’re comfy.”

#ooc: this is really short and I'm sorry for that

"I'm glad to serve a purpose in life." Clint smiled and pressed a kiss to Phil's hairline. "Though, I have to say, there are much worse things I could be doing than being your personal pillow."

He wrapped his arm around Phil's shoulders, stroking absently with his thumb, humming a song softly. He let his other hand twine with Phil's on his stomach. "And for what it's worth, you're the best blanket a man could ask for."

“Mmm… showers. I support showers.” Clint had a soft smile on his face. “Don’t pretend it’s not even just a little hot.” He leaned…

Clint hummed contentedly into the kiss. Phil was right, they fit together perfectly and he was more than happy to crowd into Phil, to trap him between Clint and the wall. It felt like protecting Phil and that was something Clint would always do, no matter what.

He groaned at the hand in his hair as it tugged just right. “mmmmmm, love your hands, Phil. Love what they do to me, how they feel on my skin.” Clint pulled back and reached for one of Phil’s hands, pulling it up to his face. He pressed a kiss to each finger tip before placing one in the center of his palm. Clint really did love Phil’s hands. They could kill somebody with the same ease most people had when it came to signing their name on a piece of paper.

“i love that your strength is hidden. Love that it’s a privilege to see. God, you’re so fucking amazing, Phil.” Clint leaned in for another kiss, shifting his hips so they were pressed solidly against each other once again.

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Phil kept kissing Clint his hands on Clint’s hips, fingers digging in a little and then letting go so Clint could kiss his hand. He had to watch as he covered every inch of his hand with his mouth and Phil had no idea that his hand was an erogenous zone, but maybe it was just because it was Clint’s mouth. “God, your mouth. Makes me forget everything.”

He sucked in a breath when Clint shifted against him and moaned when their cocks lined up, even if he wasn’t exactly hard yet. he loved all kissing that Clint did, how protective he was and how he couldn’t seem to stop touching him. He felt like that was the secret part of Clint he got to see that no one else did.

Clint smiled softly at Phil’s groan. For right now, he was completely satisfied with being close to Phil, sharing the same space. He put a hand on each of Phil’s wrists and started to rub gently with his thumbs. He slid his grip up Phil’s arms slowly, continuing to press into them with deft strokes and circles. He rubbed Phil’s biceps firmly, digging his thumb into the muscles there and easing the tension out of them. His hands came to rest on Phil’s shoulders, massaging gently before he dropped them to work at his chest.

“I am never, never, going to get tired of finally being able to touch you. I love how you respond to me. I love the feel of you under my hands. I love being able to feel all of you.” Clint lowered his head to mouth at the skin just below Phil’s ear. “And it’s all mine.” He bit softly at the corner of Phil’s jaw. “Mine.”

the look on Clint’s face when he said that made Phil moan. “God, I love being yours. I love hearing you say that and hearing that tone of your voice. You make me feel so sexy, so wanted, so loved.” he reached up to slide his fingers through Clint’s hair and tug on it.

“You know you’re Mine just as much as I’m yours.” he leaned in for another kiss, biting at Clint’s lip before he licked his way inside. “We should get out,” he whispered when he finally pulled back from the kiss. “Maul each other in bed.”

#ooc: bed time for me soon. work tomorrow. ugh.

"Mmm... yours." Clint said, kissing Phil back passionately. "Right. Bed. We do have one of those."

Clint smirked and turned off the water before he dragged Phil out of the stall, wrapping him in one of the over-sized towels that every room came with thanks to Tony. He dried Phil off carefully and rubbed his head with the towel, making his hair stand up wildly. He laughed softly and leaned in for a gentle kiss before drying himself off as quickly as possible.

He led them into the bedroom while walking backward, never taking his eyes off of Phil, and flopped down carelessly onto the bed, shifting back so his head rested on the pillows.

“Mmm… showers. I support showers.” Clint had a soft smile on his face. “Don’t pretend it’s not even just a little hot.” He leaned…

Clint hummed contentedly into the kiss. Phil was right, they fit together perfectly and he was more than happy to crowd into Phil, to trap him between Clint and the wall. It felt like protecting Phil and that was something Clint would always do, no matter what.

He groaned at the hand in his hair as it tugged just right. “mmmmmm, love your hands, Phil. Love what they do to me, how they feel on my skin.” Clint pulled back and reached for one of Phil’s hands, pulling it up to his face. He pressed a kiss to each finger tip before placing one in the center of his palm. Clint really did love Phil’s hands. They could kill somebody with the same ease most people had when it came to signing their name on a piece of paper.

“i love that your strength is hidden. Love that it’s a privilege to see. God, you’re so fucking amazing, Phil.” Clint leaned in for another kiss, shifting his hips so they were pressed solidly against each other once again.

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Phil kept kissing Clint his hands on Clint's hips, fingers digging in a little and then letting go so Clint could kiss his hand. He had to watch as he covered every inch of his hand with his mouth and Phil had no idea that his hand was an erogenous zone, but maybe it was just because it was Clint's mouth. "God, your mouth. Makes me forget everything."

He sucked in a breath when Clint shifted against him and moaned when their cocks lined up, even if he wasn't exactly hard yet. he loved all kissing that Clint did, how protective he was and how he couldn't seem to stop touching him. He felt like that was the secret part of Clint he got to see that no one else did.

#oops I accidentally possessive!Clint

Clint smiled softly at Phil's groan. For right now, he was completely satisfied with being close to Phil, sharing the same space. He put a hand on each of Phil's wrists and started to rub gently with his thumbs. He slid his grip up Phil's arms slowly, continuing to press into them with deft strokes and circles. He rubbed Phil's biceps firmly, digging his thumb into the muscles there and easing the tension out of them. His hands came to rest on Phil's shoulders, massaging gently before he dropped them to work at his chest.

"I am never, never, going to get tired of finally being able to touch you. I love how you respond to me. I love the feel of you under my hands. I love being able to feel all of you." Clint lowered his head to mouth at the skin just below Phil's ear. "And it's all mine." He bit softly at the corner of Phil's jaw. "Mine."

“Mmm… showers. I support showers.” Clint had a soft smile on his face. “Don’t pretend it’s not even just a little hot.” He leaned...

#probably going to bed really soon #getting Sunburnt makes me sleepy

Clint hummed contentedly into the kiss. Phil was right, they fit together perfectly and he was more than happy to crowd into Phil, to trap him between Clint and the wall. It felt like protecting Phil and that was something Clint would always do, no matter what.

He groaned at the hand in his hair as it tugged just right. "mmmmmm, love your hands, Phil. Love what they do to me, how they feel on my skin." Clint pulled back and reached for one of Phil's hands, pulling it up to his face. He pressed a kiss to each finger tip before placing one in the center of his palm. Clint really did love Phil's hands. They could kill somebody with the same ease most people had when it came to signing their name on a piece of paper.

"i love that your strength is hidden. Love that it's a privilege to see. God, you're so fucking amazing, Phil." Clint leaned in for another kiss, shifting his hips so they were pressed solidly against each other once again.

“Mmm… showers. I support showers.” Clint had a soft smile on his face. “Don’t pretend it’s not even just a little hot.” He leaned in and kissed Phil again, unable to resist, before he opened the stall door and stepped out into a surprisingly empty bathroom. He caught his reflection in the mirror and yeah, he definitely looked like he’d just fucked in a bathroom, but he really didn’t care.

He grabbed Phil’s hand. “So. Home. Shower. And shower means naked.”

Phil laughed and headed out to the car, his hand in Clint’s the whole time. “Yes, well, usually, showers do mean getting naked. Think you can keep your hands to yourself?” he unlocked the doors and got in, waiting until Clint put his seat belt on. There were so many times Clint did little things to take care of him, he had to take the opportunity where he could to take care of Clint.

He drove them home, parked and hauled Clint into the elevator. “you didn’t even manage to get me out on the dance floor,” he commented when it stopped at their floor.

Clint smirked, buckling his seat belt. “I dunno. It’s not like you make it easy…” he teased, but contented himself with lacing his fingers over Phil’s on the gearshift as they drove home. He laughed when Phil pulled him bodily into the elevator and leaned in close.

“No, I didn’t. I guess that means I’ll just have to try harder next time.” Clint hummed thoughtfully. “What about the leather pants? Would those do it?”

Phil opened his mouth and then closed it, licking his lips. “That might do it,” he agreed, remembering exactly what Clint’s ass looks like in the leather pants. “Yeah,” he agreed. “That would definitely do it.”

The elevator arrived ane he tugged Clint down the hall starting to undress him for the shower. “I can’t believe you dragged me into a filthy bathroom for sex,” he said with a little grin. “You are a bad influence on me.”

Clint grinned wickedly and hurried to keep up with Phil, letting him pull off his shirt and undo his pants. He kicked his boots toward the couch and shimmied the jeans and underwear off before reaching over to pull Phil’s shirt over his head and nudge him in the direction of the bathroom.

“You love it, though. Without me your life would be a boring mountain of paperwork and gas station donuts. With me you get a mountain of paperwork, gas station donuts, and amazing blow jobs.” He undid Phil’s pants and leaned over to start the water in the shower, stepping into it without ever looking away from Phil.

Phil follows him into the shower and pressed against him, letting the water pound down over them. “I do love it. I wouldn’t change it for anything. Paperwork all day, you all night… donuts sprinkled within. Just what I always wanted.”

he slid his hands along Clint’s wet skin, leaning in and nuzzling against his shoulder before licking a path of water droplets. “You know, I was just kididng about keeping your hands to yourself. You can always touch me. Anytime you want.”

Clint smiled when Phil pressed against him, sliding an arm around his waist, holding them together under the warm water. He tilted his head back to give Phil easier access to his neck and shoulders. His free hand traveled up Phil's arm and his fingers tangled in his hair, fingers massaging gently.

"And if I always want to touch you?" He asked, his mouth close enough to Phil's ear that his lips brushed along the shell. Clint nuzzled softly into Phil's hair, pressed feather-light kisses along his cheekbones before kissing him properly, slowly, like nothing else mattered but that kiss.

“Mmm… showers. I support showers.” Clint had a soft smile on his face. “Don’t pretend it’s not even just a little hot.” He leaned in and kissed Phil again, unable to resist, before he opened the stall door and stepped out into a surprisingly empty bathroom. He caught his reflection in the mirror and yeah, he definitely looked like he’d just fucked in a bathroom, but he really didn’t care.

He grabbed Phil’s hand. “So. Home. Shower. And shower means naked.”

Phil laughed and headed out to the car, his hand in Clint’s the whole time. “Yes, well, usually, showers do mean getting naked. Think you can keep your hands to yourself?” he unlocked the doors and got in, waiting until Clint put his seat belt on. There were so many times Clint did little things to take care of him, he had to take the opportunity where he could to take care of Clint.

He drove them home, parked and hauled Clint into the elevator. “you didn’t even manage to get me out on the dance floor,” he commented when it stopped at their floor.

Clint smirked, buckling his seat belt. “I dunno. It’s not like you make it easy…” he teased, but contented himself with lacing his fingers over Phil’s on the gearshift as they drove home. He laughed when Phil pulled him bodily into the elevator and leaned in close.

“No, I didn’t. I guess that means I’ll just have to try harder next time.” Clint hummed thoughtfully. “What about the leather pants? Would those do it?”

Phil opened his mouth and then closed it, licking his lips. “That might do it,” he agreed, remembering exactly what Clint’s ass looks like in the leather pants. “Yeah,” he agreed. “That would definitely do it.”

The elevator arrived ane he tugged Clint down the hall starting to undress him for the shower. “I can’t believe you dragged me into a filthy bathroom for sex,” he said with a little grin. “You are a bad influence on me.”

Clint grinned wickedly and hurried to keep up with Phil, letting him pull off his shirt and undo his pants. He kicked his boots toward the couch and shimmied the jeans and underwear off before reaching over to pull Phil's shirt over his head and nudge him in the direction of the bathroom.

"You love it, though. Without me your life would be a boring mountain of paperwork and gas station donuts. With me you get a mountain of paperwork, gas station donuts, and amazing blow jobs." He undid Phil's pants and leaned over to start the water in the shower, stepping into it without ever looking away from Phil.

“Mmm… showers. I support showers.” Clint had a soft smile on his face. “Don’t pretend it’s not even just a little hot.” He leaned in and kissed Phil again, unable to resist, before he opened the stall door and stepped out into a surprisingly empty bathroom. He caught his reflection in the mirror and yeah, he definitely looked like he’d just fucked in a bathroom, but he really didn’t care.

He grabbed Phil’s hand. “So. Home. Shower. And shower means naked.”

Phil laughed and headed out to the car, his hand in Clint’s the whole time. “Yes, well, usually, showers do mean getting naked. Think you can keep your hands to yourself?” he unlocked the doors and got in, waiting until Clint put his seat belt on. There were so many times Clint did little things to take care of him, he had to take the opportunity where he could to take care of Clint.

He drove them home, parked and hauled Clint into the elevator. “you didn’t even manage to get me out on the dance floor,” he commented when it stopped at their floor.