Son of Coul

[clinton-francis-barton]

“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…

[clinton-francis-barton]

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. 

[clinton-francis-barton]

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.”

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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.”

[clinton-francis-barton]

“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.

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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.”

[clinton-francis-barton]

“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.”

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He wiggled against Clint and ran his hand up to his chest, keeping their fingers twisted together. "You make an excellent pillow." He was feeling warm and languid after an orgasm and a shower, he could fall asleep just like this, so comfortable on top of him. "If I'm too heavy or you need to move, don't feel bad about moving me."

He let his eyes close, snuggling in a little more and was fast asleep before too long at all.

[clinton-francis-barton]

“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…

[clinton-francis-barton]

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. 

[clinton-francis-barton]

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.”

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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.”

[clinton-francis-barton]

“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.

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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."

[clinton-francis-barton]

“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…

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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. 

[clinton-francis-barton]

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.”

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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."

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“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…

[clinton-francis-barton]

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. 

[clinton-francis-barton]

“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.”

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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. 

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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?”

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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.” 

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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.

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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.”

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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.

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"Well, then some of our ops might get weird," he pointed out, shivering at the touch of Clint's mouth on his ear and then moved into the kiss, sliding his hands up into Clint's hair and hanging on.  He was never going to get tired of Clint's mouth.  Not his kisses, not his words and definitely not anything in between.

He slid closer to Clint ad then stepped back against the wall, letting himself be surrounded by Clint.  This had grown to be one of his favorite things. Clint and water and just feeling the other man completely against him.  "Perfect against me," he said with a smile, pulling long enough to take a couple of deep breaths before kissing him again.

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“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.”

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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. 

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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?”

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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.” 

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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.

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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."

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“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.”

[coulsonp-blog]

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. 

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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?”

[coulsonp-blog]

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." 

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Clint raised a hand to wave goodbye absently. His brain was already working on all…

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Clint whimpered when Phil’s hand rubbed again his erection. “Please, Phil.” He rocked into the touch, desperate and needy. He leaned in and kissed Phil again, soft and brief, before dropping his head to Phil’s shoulder and groaning softly every time Phil stroked just right.

“‘m close, Phil. So close. God, just, talk to me, anything, love listening to you talk. Love you.” Clint had one hand fisted in Phil’s shirt and the other braced against the wall like it might help when his legs were turning to jello underneath him.

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Phil wrapped one arm around Clint, holding him up, holding him to his chest. His other hand he used to unbutton and unzip Clint’s pants os he could reach inside and wrap his fingers around him. “God, you feel good in my hand.  Look how hard you are for me.  You want this so bad, don’t you? Love it when I tough you, love it when I make you come.” He stroked a few times, rubbing his thumb across the leaking head to ease his hand and he built up a good rhythm like he knew Clint liked. “There you go, baby,” he moaned.  “God, come for me, Clint.  Come for me.”

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Clint gasped. God, he fucking loved it when Phil talked to him like this. He pushed his hips up, pushing his cock into the tight circle of Phil’s hand. “Phil… Phil… ‘m gonna—” He cut himself off and gave one more push before he was coming all over Phil’s hand, getting a few drops on each of their shirts in the process. He groaned as Phil worked him through the last waves and pressed a soft kiss to Phil’s neck.

“God, you’re amazing.” He said, raising his head to look at Phil. Clint loosened the hand that had been fisted in Phil’s shirt and laid it flat over his heart, feeling the rapid rhythm and smiling, knowing that he was the one who make Phil’s heart race like that. He kissed Phil languidly before wrapping a hand around Phil’s wrist and bringing the hand covered in Clint’s come to his mouth and licking it clean. He pressed a kiss to each knuckle when he was done.

“Ready to go home?”

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he kissed Clint back and nodded reaching down to do up his own pants and then take care of Clint’s as well. “I’m kind of surprised no one banged on the door or started yelling at us.” he looked at Clint but there was no way he looked like he had been doing anything other than having dirty sex in a public restroom.  Phil didn’t even care. 

“I only had the one drink so I can drive,” he commented, wiping his hand on his pants.  “I… feel like I kind of need a shower,” he looked around with a smile.  “I wasn’t really paying attention when we came in here. It’s kind of filthy.”

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“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.”

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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. 

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Clint raised a hand to wave goodbye absently. His brain was already working on all…

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Clint whimpered when Phil’s hand rubbed again his erection. “Please, Phil.” He rocked into the touch, desperate and needy. He leaned in and kissed Phil again, soft and brief, before dropping his head to Phil’s shoulder and groaning softly every time Phil stroked just right.

“‘m close, Phil. So close. God, just, talk to me, anything, love listening to you talk. Love you.” Clint had one hand fisted in Phil’s shirt and the other braced against the wall like it might help when his legs were turning to jello underneath him.

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Phil wrapped one arm around Clint, holding him up, holding him to his chest. His other hand he used to unbutton and unzip Clint’s pants os he could reach inside and wrap his fingers around him. “God, you feel good in my hand.  Look how hard you are for me.  You want this so bad, don’t you? Love it when I tough you, love it when I make you come.” He stroked a few times, rubbing his thumb across the leaking head to ease his hand and he built up a good rhythm like he knew Clint liked. “There you go, baby,” he moaned.  “God, come for me, Clint.  Come for me.”

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Clint gasped. God, he fucking loved it when Phil talked to him like this. He pushed his hips up, pushing his cock into the tight circle of Phil’s hand. “Phil… Phil… ‘m gonna—” He cut himself off and gave one more push before he was coming all over Phil’s hand, getting a few drops on each of their shirts in the process. He groaned as Phil worked him through the last waves and pressed a soft kiss to Phil’s neck.

“God, you’re amazing.” He said, raising his head to look at Phil. Clint loosened the hand that had been fisted in Phil’s shirt and laid it flat over his heart, feeling the rapid rhythm and smiling, knowing that he was the one who make Phil’s heart race like that. He kissed Phil languidly before wrapping a hand around Phil’s wrist and bringing the hand covered in Clint’s come to his mouth and licking it clean. He pressed a kiss to each knuckle when he was done.

“Ready to go home?”

[coulsonp-blog]

he kissed Clint back and nodded reaching down to do up his own pants and then take care of Clint's as well. "I'm kind of surprised no one banged on the door or started yelling at us." he looked at Clint but there was no way he looked like he had been doing anything other than having dirty sex in a public restroom.  Phil didn't even care. 

"I only had the one drink so I can drive," he commented, wiping his hand on his pants.  "I... feel like I kind of need a shower," he looked around with a smile.  "I wasn't really paying attention when we came in here. It's kind of filthy."

[this-is-thor]

OMG I TOTALLY MISSED THE AVENGERS: CLUBBING EDITION! SORRY GUYS!

[clinton-francis-barton]

YES YOU DID.

SHAME ON YOU.

but that’s OK because it become Phlint porn anyway. oops. our bad.

[this-is-thor]

Everything becomes Phlint porn

[coulsonp-blog]

I didn't mean for it to be porn!! Teffy suggested it.

[clinton-francis-barton]

[clinton-francis-barton]

Clint raised a hand to wave goodbye absently. His brain was already working on all…

[clinton-francis-barton]

Clint whimpered when Phil’s hand rubbed again his erection. “Please, Phil.” He rocked into the touch, desperate and needy. He leaned in and kissed Phil again, soft and brief, before dropping his head to Phil’s shoulder and groaning softly every time Phil stroked just right.

“‘m close, Phil. So close. God, just, talk to me, anything, love listening to you talk. Love you.” Clint had one hand fisted in Phil’s shirt and the other braced against the wall like it might help when his legs were turning to jello underneath him.

[coulsonp-blog]

Phil wrapped one arm around Clint, holding him up, holding him to his chest. His other hand he used to unbutton and unzip Clint's pants os he could reach inside and wrap his fingers around him. "God, you feel good in my hand.  Look how hard you are for me.  You want this so bad, don't you? Love it when I tough you, love it when I make you come." He stroked a few times, rubbing his thumb across the leaking head to ease his hand and he built up a good rhythm like he knew Clint liked. "There you go, baby," he moaned.  "God, come for me, Clint.  Come for me."

[clinton-francis-barton]

Clint raised a hand to wave goodbye absently. His brain was already working on all the things he could do to Phil now that it was just the two of them. He sucked an ice cube from his drink into his mouth and looked at Phil with a mischievous grin on his face before he leaned down and used his mouth to press the cold cube against Phil’s neck, humming when the other man shivered.

It melted quickly, though and Clint pulled back to give Phil a proper kiss, one hand coming up to cup his jaw and the other steadying himself on the bar as he settled himself in Phil’s lap without really trusting the stool to hold both of them even though it seemed to be doing just fine so far. The hand on Phil’s jaw started to drift down, pressing gently against Phil’s chest before tweaking a nipple through his shirt.

[coulsonp-blog]

Phil shivered at Clint’s mouth on his neck and bit his lip as he felt the water trickle down his neck a little.  And then he moaned softly into the kiss.  He’d only had a couple of drinks and wasn’t sure he was into the public affection, but considering where they were, he didn’t mind that much. 

He slid an arm around Clint and held him against him so that they didn’t slide off the stool. “Maybe we should go somewhere if you want to keep touching me,” he whispered in Clint’s ear, licking across his earlobe.

[clinton-francis-barton]

“Well, if you insist…” Clint said mockingly as he stood. He grabbed Phil’s hand and pulled him toward the back hallway he’d seen when they first came in. There had to be bathrooms or something back there where they could get a little privacy. Because Clint sure as hell wasn’t waiting until they could hail a cab back to the Tower. He let out a small noise of triumph when he spotted the men’s room. There was one other person in it, but he ignored them in favour of pulling Phil into the handicapped stall and locking the stall behind them. He pushed Phil up against the wall with his body and groaned at the contact.

“You have no idea how good you look in this shirt, do you?” Clint asked, hands already sliding below the fabric to run across Phil’s bare skin. “It pulls all nice and tight across your chest and your back whenever you move and god, it looks so hot on you.” He leans in and kisses Phil, hard and fast and dirty, his hands slipping below the waist of Phil’s jeans to cup his ass.

[coulsonp-blog]

Phil follows Clint easily, holding onto his hand and ducking into the stall with him. he slid his arms around him and groaned softly when Clint started touching him.”God,” he muttered, pushing his hands up Clint’s tight tank top and kissed Clint back as hard as he could.

It had been ages since he’d made out in a public restroom, since he’d had anyone in his life that he’d wanted so much that he didn’t care where they were or who saw them.  He shoved his thigh between Clint’s and then ran his hand down Clint’s spine to dip into his jeans.

[clinton-francis-barton]

Clint groaned as Phil’s hands started to wander over his skin. His hands were warm and felt amazing and he gasped when they came to land on his ass. He rocked forward against Phil’s thigh, high on the thrill of it all as he reached down and started to undo the button and fly on Phil’s jeans. Clint pushed them down and out of the way enough so that he could get a hand inside and cup Phil through his underwear, hand stroking firm and sure for a second before he pushed the fabric out of the way and wrapped his hand around Phil’s erection without a barrier.

“Mmmmm… wanna suck you, Phil.” Clint said as he started to sink to his knees. He nipped at Phil’s abdomen before he licked a stripe up the underside of Phil’s cock and took him as far in as he could in one fluid motion. His hands came up to rest on Phil’s thighs, anchoring himself as he started to bob his head in time with the steady thump of the bass he could still hear drifting in from the dancefloor.

[coulsonp-blog]

Phil was a little surprised but Clint’s hand and then his mouth felt so good he completely forgot where they were. he slid his fingers into Clint’s hair and moaned, tugging on the short strands and spreading his legs wider for him. “God,” he muttered.  “your fucking mouth, Clint.”

He had to look down and watch Clint’s mouth stretch around his cock.  “Jesus, you look so good, love it when you suck my cock.”  he brushed his thumb along Clint’s cheek and cupped his neck as he rocked his hips a little into Clint’s mouth more.

[clinton-francis-barton]

Clint loved this. Loved being the one who could make Phil Coulson come apart. Loved hearing Phil talk to him. He kept himself focused, though and moved a hand to tug Phil’s jeans down a bit further so he could play with Phil’s balls while he tightened his mouth around the head of Phil’s cock, tongue fluttering across the head.

He was rock hard in his jeans, almost uncomfortable but he was pushing that out of his mind and focusing on Phil. But if he rocked his hips just right…just like THAT…he groaned around Phil’s cock as his own erection rubbed wonderfully against the rough fabric of his jeans as they shifted across his hips. Clint slid his mouth back down Phil’s cock and relaxed his throat, taking him in as far as he could go, until Clint’s nose was pressed firmly into Phil’s skin.

[coulsonp-blog]

he let out a choked noise, his head falling back against the stall door. “oh god, Clint,” he panted, twisting Clint’s hair in his fingers and tugging hard.  He loved it when Clint took all of him, when he could feel Clint’s throat tight around him.  “Jesus, Clint.  Gonna come,” he panted. “And if you can wait, I’ll jerk you off, Clint.  You want that? You want me to touch you and make you come?”

he rocked his hips again, pulling out and carefully pushing back in, watching Clint’s face as he did.  “God, you are so fucking sexy.  So fucking gorgeous like this.  And you’re all mine, aren’t you.  Flirting with Steve and Darcy, just to make me jealous, God, you make me crazy, Clint.”

[clinton-francis-barton]

He pulled off and looked up at Phil. “Fuck. God, please.” he said before he took Phil back into his mouth. He kept his hands away from his own cock, but his hips kept jerking, trying to find that faint hint of friction. He was close and he hadn’t even been touched yet.

Clint let his jaw go slack and let Phil take the pace. He kept himself as relaxed as possible. He couldn’t suppress the shudder or the groan that Phil’s words caused, Phil calling Clint HIS, and he sucked just a little harder and pressed his tongue just right against Phil’s cock. Clint’s hand searched blindly for Phil’s before finding it and twining their fingers together.

[coulsonp-blog]

Phil groaned softly when Clint twisted their fingers together and squeezed as he rocked into Clint's mouth one more time and came.  He had to bite down on his lip not to scream the place down, his hand twisting harder in Clint's hair. 

He let out a breath and swallowed hard as he looked down at Clint and pulled him up to kiss him hard again, licking into his mouth and rubbing his hand down Clint's chest to cup him through his jeans.  "Mmm.. you're so hard, Clint."

[clinton-francis-barton]

Clint raised a hand to wave goodbye absently. His brain was already working on all the things he could do to Phil now that it was just the two of them. He sucked an ice cube from his drink into his mouth and looked at Phil with a mischievous grin on his face before he leaned down and used his mouth to press the cold cube against Phil’s neck, humming when the other man shivered.

It melted quickly, though and Clint pulled back to give Phil a proper kiss, one hand coming up to cup his jaw and the other steadying himself on the bar as he settled himself in Phil’s lap without really trusting the stool to hold both of them even though it seemed to be doing just fine so far. The hand on Phil’s jaw started to drift down, pressing gently against Phil’s chest before tweaking a nipple through his shirt.

[coulsonp-blog]

Phil shivered at Clint’s mouth on his neck and bit his lip as he felt the water trickle down his neck a little.  And then he moaned softly into the kiss.  He’d only had a couple of drinks and wasn’t sure he was into the public affection, but considering where they were, he didn’t mind that much. 

He slid an arm around Clint and held him against him so that they didn’t slide off the stool. “Maybe we should go somewhere if you want to keep touching me,” he whispered in Clint’s ear, licking across his earlobe.

[clinton-francis-barton]

“Well, if you insist…” Clint said mockingly as he stood. He grabbed Phil’s hand and pulled him toward the back hallway he’d seen when they first came in. There had to be bathrooms or something back there where they could get a little privacy. Because Clint sure as hell wasn’t waiting until they could hail a cab back to the Tower. He let out a small noise of triumph when he spotted the men’s room. There was one other person in it, but he ignored them in favour of pulling Phil into the handicapped stall and locking the stall behind them. He pushed Phil up against the wall with his body and groaned at the contact.

“You have no idea how good you look in this shirt, do you?” Clint asked, hands already sliding below the fabric to run across Phil’s bare skin. “It pulls all nice and tight across your chest and your back whenever you move and god, it looks so hot on you.” He leans in and kisses Phil, hard and fast and dirty, his hands slipping below the waist of Phil’s jeans to cup his ass.

[coulsonp-blog]

Phil follows Clint easily, holding onto his hand and ducking into the stall with him. he slid his arms around him and groaned softly when Clint started touching him.”God,” he muttered, pushing his hands up Clint’s tight tank top and kissed Clint back as hard as he could.

It had been ages since he’d made out in a public restroom, since he’d had anyone in his life that he’d wanted so much that he didn’t care where they were or who saw them.  He shoved his thigh between Clint’s and then ran his hand down Clint’s spine to dip into his jeans.

[clinton-francis-barton]

Clint groaned as Phil’s hands started to wander over his skin. His hands were warm and felt amazing and he gasped when they came to land on his ass. He rocked forward against Phil’s thigh, high on the thrill of it all as he reached down and started to undo the button and fly on Phil’s jeans. Clint pushed them down and out of the way enough so that he could get a hand inside and cup Phil through his underwear, hand stroking firm and sure for a second before he pushed the fabric out of the way and wrapped his hand around Phil’s erection without a barrier.

“Mmmmm… wanna suck you, Phil.” Clint said as he started to sink to his knees. He nipped at Phil’s abdomen before he licked a stripe up the underside of Phil’s cock and took him as far in as he could in one fluid motion. His hands came up to rest on Phil’s thighs, anchoring himself as he started to bob his head in time with the steady thump of the bass he could still hear drifting in from the dancefloor.

[coulsonp-blog]

Phil was a little surprised but Clint’s hand and then his mouth felt so good he completely forgot where they were. he slid his fingers into Clint’s hair and moaned, tugging on the short strands and spreading his legs wider for him. “God,” he muttered.  “your fucking mouth, Clint.”

He had to look down and watch Clint’s mouth stretch around his cock.  “Jesus, you look so good, love it when you suck my cock.”  he brushed his thumb along Clint’s cheek and cupped his neck as he rocked his hips a little into Clint’s mouth more.

[clinton-francis-barton]

Clint loved this. Loved being the one who could make Phil Coulson come apart. Loved hearing Phil talk to him. He kept himself focused, though and moved a hand to tug Phil’s jeans down a bit further so he could play with Phil’s balls while he tightened his mouth around the head of Phil’s cock, tongue fluttering across the head.

He was rock hard in his jeans, almost uncomfortable but he was pushing that out of his mind and focusing on Phil. But if he rocked his hips just right…just like THAT…he groaned around Phil’s cock as his own erection rubbed wonderfully against the rough fabric of his jeans as they shifted across his hips. Clint slid his mouth back down Phil’s cock and relaxed his throat, taking him in as far as he could go, until Clint’s nose was pressed firmly into Phil’s skin.

[coulsonp-blog]

he let out a choked noise, his head falling back against the stall door. "oh god, Clint," he panted, twisting Clint's hair in his fingers and tugging hard.  He loved it when Clint took all of him, when he could feel Clint's throat tight around him.  "Jesus, Clint.  Gonna come," he panted. "And if you can wait, I'll jerk you off, Clint.  You want that? You want me to touch you and make you come?"

he rocked his hips again, pulling out and carefully pushing back in, watching Clint's face as he did.  "God, you are so fucking sexy.  So fucking gorgeous like this.  And you're all mine, aren't you.  Flirting with Steve and Darcy, just to make me jealous, God, you make me crazy, Clint."

[clinton-francis-barton]

Clint raised a hand to wave goodbye absently. His brain was already working on all the things he could do to Phil now that it was just the two of them. He sucked an ice cube from his drink into his mouth and looked at Phil with a mischievous grin on his face before he leaned down and used his mouth to press the cold cube against Phil’s neck, humming when the other man shivered.

It melted quickly, though and Clint pulled back to give Phil a proper kiss, one hand coming up to cup his jaw and the other steadying himself on the bar as he settled himself in Phil’s lap without really trusting the stool to hold both of them even though it seemed to be doing just fine so far. The hand on Phil’s jaw started to drift down, pressing gently against Phil’s chest before tweaking a nipple through his shirt.

[coulsonp-blog]

Phil shivered at Clint’s mouth on his neck and bit his lip as he felt the water trickle down his neck a little.  And then he moaned softly into the kiss.  He’d only had a couple of drinks and wasn’t sure he was into the public affection, but considering where they were, he didn’t mind that much. 

He slid an arm around Clint and held him against him so that they didn’t slide off the stool. “Maybe we should go somewhere if you want to keep touching me,” he whispered in Clint’s ear, licking across his earlobe.

[clinton-francis-barton]

“Well, if you insist…” Clint said mockingly as he stood. He grabbed Phil’s hand and pulled him toward the back hallway he’d seen when they first came in. There had to be bathrooms or something back there where they could get a little privacy. Because Clint sure as hell wasn’t waiting until they could hail a cab back to the Tower. He let out a small noise of triumph when he spotted the men’s room. There was one other person in it, but he ignored them in favour of pulling Phil into the handicapped stall and locking the stall behind them. He pushed Phil up against the wall with his body and groaned at the contact.

“You have no idea how good you look in this shirt, do you?” Clint asked, hands already sliding below the fabric to run across Phil’s bare skin. “It pulls all nice and tight across your chest and your back whenever you move and god, it looks so hot on you.” He leans in and kisses Phil, hard and fast and dirty, his hands slipping below the waist of Phil’s jeans to cup his ass.

[coulsonp-blog]

Phil follows Clint easily, holding onto his hand and ducking into the stall with him. he slid his arms around him and groaned softly when Clint started touching him.”God,” he muttered, pushing his hands up Clint’s tight tank top and kissed Clint back as hard as he could.

It had been ages since he’d made out in a public restroom, since he’d had anyone in his life that he’d wanted so much that he didn’t care where they were or who saw them.  He shoved his thigh between Clint’s and then ran his hand down Clint’s spine to dip into his jeans.

[clinton-francis-barton]

Clint groaned as Phil’s hands started to wander over his skin. His hands were warm and felt amazing and he gasped when they came to land on his ass. He rocked forward against Phil’s thigh, high on the thrill of it all as he reached down and started to undo the button and fly on Phil’s jeans. Clint pushed them down and out of the way enough so that he could get a hand inside and cup Phil through his underwear, hand stroking firm and sure for a second before he pushed the fabric out of the way and wrapped his hand around Phil’s erection without a barrier.

“Mmmmm… wanna suck you, Phil.” Clint said as he started to sink to his knees. He nipped at Phil’s abdomen before he licked a stripe up the underside of Phil’s cock and took him as far in as he could in one fluid motion. His hands came up to rest on Phil’s thighs, anchoring himself as he started to bob his head in time with the steady thump of the bass he could still hear drifting in from the dancefloor.

[coulsonp-blog]

Phil was a little surprised but Clint's hand and then his mouth felt so good he completely forgot where they were. he slid his fingers into Clint's hair and moaned, tugging on the short strands and spreading his legs wider for him. "God," he muttered.  "your fucking mouth, Clint."

He had to look down and watch Clint's mouth stretch around his cock.  "Jesus, you look so good, love it when you suck my cock."  he brushed his thumb along Clint's cheek and cupped his neck as he rocked his hips a little into Clint's mouth more.

[clinton-francis-barton]

Clint raised a hand to wave goodbye absently. His brain was already working on all the things he could do to Phil now that it was just the two of them. He sucked an ice cube from his drink into his mouth and looked at Phil with a mischievous grin on his face before he leaned down and used his mouth to press the cold cube against Phil’s neck, humming when the other man shivered.

It melted quickly, though and Clint pulled back to give Phil a proper kiss, one hand coming up to cup his jaw and the other steadying himself on the bar as he settled himself in Phil’s lap without really trusting the stool to hold both of them even though it seemed to be doing just fine so far. The hand on Phil’s jaw started to drift down, pressing gently against Phil’s chest before tweaking a nipple through his shirt.

[coulsonp-blog]

Phil shivered at Clint’s mouth on his neck and bit his lip as he felt the water trickle down his neck a little.  And then he moaned softly into the kiss.  He’d only had a couple of drinks and wasn’t sure he was into the public affection, but considering where they were, he didn’t mind that much. 

He slid an arm around Clint and held him against him so that they didn’t slide off the stool. “Maybe we should go somewhere if you want to keep touching me,” he whispered in Clint’s ear, licking across his earlobe.

[clinton-francis-barton]

“Well, if you insist…” Clint said mockingly as he stood. He grabbed Phil’s hand and pulled him toward the back hallway he’d seen when they first came in. There had to be bathrooms or something back there where they could get a little privacy. Because Clint sure as hell wasn’t waiting until they could hail a cab back to the Tower. He let out a small noise of triumph when he spotted the men’s room. There was one other person in it, but he ignored them in favour of pulling Phil into the handicapped stall and locking the stall behind them. He pushed Phil up against the wall with his body and groaned at the contact.

“You have no idea how good you look in this shirt, do you?” Clint asked, hands already sliding below the fabric to run across Phil’s bare skin. “It pulls all nice and tight across your chest and your back whenever you move and god, it looks so hot on you.” He leans in and kisses Phil, hard and fast and dirty, his hands slipping below the waist of Phil’s jeans to cup his ass.

[coulsonp-blog]

Phil follows Clint easily, holding onto his hand and ducking into the stall with him. he slid his arms around him and groaned softly when Clint started touching him."God," he muttered, pushing his hands up Clint's tight tank top and kissed Clint back as hard as he could.

It had been ages since he'd made out in a public restroom, since he'd had anyone in his life that he'd wanted so much that he didn't care where they were or who saw them.  He shoved his thigh between Clint's and then ran his hand down Clint's spine to dip into his jeans.

[capfrombrooklyn]

With Clint behind him and Darcy in front of him Steve found himself moving with the music a little better.  He reached up to rest his hand on Darcy’s waist.  ”Oh.  Umm.  I don’t know this song.”  He murmured.  His eyes slid closed and he tried to get his head to stop spinning.  He couldn’t believe he’d actually almost finished a whole bottle of whiskey by himself.  That was too much too fast.

[dlboobs-mcgee-blog]

Darcy exchanged a glance with Clint and kept dancing, making sure the good captain stayed upright. She knew it took a huge amount to get him drunk so maybe he just wasn’t used to it. She kept dancing though, her hands on Steve’s hips to help him move.  She was just having fun, she had no delusions to the fact that she was out with three guys that were definitely her buddies, rather than anything else and she liked to dance.  “After this song we’ll go get more drinks, okay?” she called, hopefully loud enough for Clint to hear her.

[clinton-francis-barton]

Clint nodded his head vigorously at the idea. It felt really good to just get out and let loose for once. And the darkness of the club let them be, well, themselves. Here they weren’t Hawkeye and Captain America and Jane Foster’s Assitant (and really, Clint was going to come up with a cool name for Darcy because she deserved one, too) they were just Clint and Steve and Darcy. Phil got to enjoy constant anonymity because he worked behind the scenes and Clint would be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous of that.

The song started to fade out and Clint slipped around Steve and wrapped his arm around his and Darcy’s waists. “To the bar!” He said, grin wide and uncaring, definitely feeling loose from his earlier shots. He noticed that Steve was a little on the tipsy side and decided that he should probably refrain from having another entire bottle, but a few quick drinks wouldn’t hurt.

He ordered a shot of whiskey for himself this time around, cheap shit that he wouldn’t feel like he was wasting by shooting it (he did know how to appreciate good whiskey, thank you very much), and a rum and coke to chase it with. He leaned on the bar next to where Phil was seated, shoulders touching and Clint smiled over at him.

[coulsonp-blog]

He bumped his shoulder back against Clint’s and smiled, leaning in to talk against his ear, since it was so loud. “You look really fucking good out there, Clint,” he whispered.  “And I know what you’re trying to do.  I’ll just remind you later that you’re mine.” he pulls away and passes Steve’s bottle to him and Darcy her purse, just in case she needs it.  And also so he isn’t holding it anymore.  There was a reason he didn’t date women, one of the main ones was so that he didn’t have to hold their bags.

[capfrombrooklyn]

Steve slumped against the bar.  He felt better after getting away from the crush of bodies on the dance floor.  He ordered a club soda, abandoning his bottle.  Maybe he should slow down a bit.  He might not be as invincible as he thought.  He sat on the bar stool next to Darcy and just decided to people watch for a bit.

[dlboobs-mcgee-blog]

Darcy glanced over at Steve.  “Hey, maybe I should take him back to the tower?  I had no idea that we could wreck Captain America.”  she kissed both Clint and Phil on the cheek and hooked her arm with Steve’s and led him outside to hail a cab.

The cab ride is quick and she manages to get him upstairs to his floor before she kisses his cheek too and sneaks down to Bruce’s floor.  She takes off her dress, draping it over a chair and then crawls into bed with Bruce, snuggling against him.

[clinton-francis-barton]

Clint raised a hand to wave goodbye absently. His brain was already working on all the things he could do to Phil now that it was just the two of them. He sucked an ice cube from his drink into his mouth and looked at Phil with a mischievous grin on his face before he leaned down and used his mouth to press the cold cube against Phil’s neck, humming when the other man shivered.

It melted quickly, though and Clint pulled back to give Phil a proper kiss, one hand coming up to cup his jaw and the other steadying himself on the bar as he settled himself in Phil’s lap without really trusting the stool to hold both of them even though it seemed to be doing just fine so far. The hand on Phil’s jaw started to drift down, pressing gently against Phil’s chest before tweaking a nipple through his shirt.

[coulsonp-blog]

Phil shivered at Clint's mouth on his neck and bit his lip as he felt the water trickle down his neck a little.  And then he moaned softly into the kiss.  He'd only had a couple of drinks and wasn't sure he was into the public affection, but considering where they were, he didn't mind that much. 

He slid an arm around Clint and held him against him so that they didn't slide off the stool. "Maybe we should go somewhere if you want to keep touching me," he whispered in Clint's ear, licking across his earlobe.

[capfrombrooklyn]

With Clint behind him and Darcy in front of him Steve found himself moving with the music a little better.  He reached up to rest his hand on Darcy’s waist.  ”Oh.  Umm.  I don’t know this song.”  He murmured.  His eyes slid closed and he tried to get his head to stop spinning.  He couldn’t believe he’d actually almost finished a whole bottle of whiskey by himself.  That was too much too fast.

[dlboobs-mcgee-blog]

Darcy exchanged a glance with Clint and kept dancing, making sure the good captain stayed upright. She knew it took a huge amount to get him drunk so maybe he just wasn’t used to it. She kept dancing though, her hands on Steve’s hips to help him move.  She was just having fun, she had no delusions to the fact that she was out with three guys that were definitely her buddies, rather than anything else and she liked to dance.  “After this song we’ll go get more drinks, okay?” she called, hopefully loud enough for Clint to hear her.

[clinton-francis-barton]

Clint nodded his head vigorously at the idea. It felt really good to just get out and let loose for once. And the darkness of the club let them be, well, themselves. Here they weren’t Hawkeye and Captain America and Jane Foster’s Assitant (and really, Clint was going to come up with a cool name for Darcy because she deserved one, too) they were just Clint and Steve and Darcy. Phil got to enjoy constant anonymity because he worked behind the scenes and Clint would be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous of that.

The song started to fade out and Clint slipped around Steve and wrapped his arm around his and Darcy’s waists. “To the bar!” He said, grin wide and uncaring, definitely feeling loose from his earlier shots. He noticed that Steve was a little on the tipsy side and decided that he should probably refrain from having another entire bottle, but a few quick drinks wouldn’t hurt.

He ordered a shot of whiskey for himself this time around, cheap shit that he wouldn’t feel like he was wasting by shooting it (he did know how to appreciate good whiskey, thank you very much), and a rum and coke to chase it with. He leaned on the bar next to where Phil was seated, shoulders touching and Clint smiled over at him.

[coulsonp-blog]

He bumped his shoulder back against Clint's and smiled, leaning in to talk against his ear, since it was so loud. "You look really fucking good out there, Clint," he whispered.  "And I know what you're trying to do.  I'll just remind you later that you're mine." he pulls away and passes Steve's bottle to him and Darcy her purse, just in case she needs it.  And also so he isn't holding it anymore.  There was a reason he didn't date women, one of the main ones was so that he didn't have to hold their bags.