As if he would easily just listen to the other and go back to bed. No, that
was not Wesley at all for it always him who makes the order, over Barton,
of course, even if they were more personal now, it was hard for him to listen
to Clint when he asked something of him. He would rather it be Clint listening
to what he has to say, which it happened as he knew it would, the other man
giving into him being there.
When he gave in, Wesley took the first aid kit, picking a few things out that he
knew he would need, a few cotton balls and---he had to pause what he was
getting, his eyes glancing to Clint trying to situate himself in a position without
hurting himself Wesley’s hands letting go of the supplies he had grabbed instead
resting on the archer’s shoulder to help him slide down. There was so many things
he could say right then, but he preoccupied himself with the supplies once again,
moving to sit beside Clint on the cool, tiled floor placing the first aid box on the side
of the bathtub where it was easy to reach.
“ Don’t apologize. ”
That was the only words he could mumble out as he doused one of the cotton balls
with medicine to lessen the chance of the injury to get infected. James really wished
he could say more, but could not whether it be because of the concentration he had
or the fact he woke up when Clint came back and Wesley was not one to be reckoned
with right when he woke up with lack of coffee in his system. But they’ve been through
this exact scene many other times and it always seemed to play out somewhat the
same so at this moment, there was not even a need to warn him that it would sting
when the damp ball touched his skin. James dabbed it against the wound until the white
fur was not turned to a red tint.
“ If we are going to--be like this { in a relationship as this one }
then that means, that I am willing and wish to take care of you
{ probably read that in a book somewhere }. ”
whispers its Val but for the things you said meme, Clint/James with number one. u wu <3
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1. things you said at 1 am
He always ended up staying up way past the bedtime given to him by Barton. There had even been an alarm to go off when midnight hit, making sure Wesley knew that it was time for him to drop the pen and move away from the work that lay on his desk. His hands had clicked that easily, ignoring it. Clint was no where in sight, surely he would not know.
However, when it came to being nearly one in the morning, fifteen minutes before hand, he knew he would get scolded. The other male walked in, unprofessionally, wearing only a t-shirt, that the business man knew to be his own sleep wear, and boxers. That was simply it. Yes, they had been, as one may say, sharing Wesley’s apartment for a few weeks now and it was only his apartment. They were not in his faux office, only there for when clients did need to see him in a more private aspect than the dark alleys that were so frequent. He should not have to be so–worked up over such casual wear, such a style that he knows is the usual for Mr. Clint Barton.
His eyes traveled up, knowing the man fully well, he would not speak until spoken to, the one decent manner he could still have in a casual place. Teeth bite down onto the right side of his cheek, leaving an indention on the exterior portion of his cheek.
“ –I was going to come to bed–shortly. ”
His words were hesitant. It seemed lying to Clint was becoming more of a difficult task. He was his weakness and Wesley knew that all too well at the moment. And a weakness could only tear down every wall built up through life–and there went the wall that gave James the ability to easily lie.
“ Oh, yeah, of course–that’s why I needed to come in here to get ya. ”
Wesley watched as he moved closer, ending up leaning against his desk, staring right at him, hands resting against his chin. Wesley’s eyebrow rose, waiting for some other string of words to come from his mouth but nothing came from him so quickly. Letting the moment go by silent. A sigh escaped his lips and he grabbed his pen again, trying to ignore the fact Clint basically hovered over him.
It did not simply stop there, no, his hand began to move, brush against Wesley’s arm, have him pause once again on his work he was suppose to give up on an hour ago. His eyes closed, gently annoyed by being distracted. It was different from the situation if Wesley distracted Clint, but he never did such a thing for business always came before what they shared.
He could almost feel the smile that rested on the other man’s lips, the slight breathy chuckle that escaped from his mouth. He was so amused by this distracting play he had going. Even going to a more risky move, after Wesley raised his left hand to cover his eyes from even having a glimpse of Clint, the hand that danced against the arm that worked, moved to his left arm, index and middle finger walking up his arm, before taking his hand and pulling it away from his face, and brushing it against his lips.
That was when James Wesley snapped.
“ Can you please stop ATTRACTIVE, Mr. Barton! ”
Right as the words slipped past his lips, his pupils dilated, cheeks set to a low flame; however, no reaction that could possibly be too readable. He had not meant to say such words, of course. It was what he was thinking, not what he was wishing to say. What should have left his lips were the words;
‘ Can you please stop DISTRACTING me, Mr Barton! ’
Alas, those words did not escape but the one thing he thought at that moment did. He tried not to pay any attention to the smile that only grew at Wesley’s embarrassment, the tug of wanting more to be said, or actions to be done. And it was, easy to finally give in after that small incident, to go to bed–to settle that Clint would not bring up what was said at the early hours of the morning due to a lack of sleep.
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31. Mun Chooses { My muse attempts to push off yours. }
It was suppose to, what is called, a sweet gesture. Wesley decided tonight he was going to make dinner, something that was lacking given the circumstances of them not ever really being home when it was the proper time to actually have dinner and both had already picked something up to eat.
James was in the kitchen at the stove, his hands playing with a spatula as he turned some meat that sizzled in the pan. It was a slight shock to find hands moving around his abdomen and the closeness between him and Clint. The other man’s chin against his shoulder.
“ --I’m trying to make your dinner and with you next to me, it will be a slower process. ”
His eyebrow rose seeing if maybe his words hit him and make him move back and go back to sitting in the living room but, it had done nothing but get a chuckle from the other man. This only gave a reason for Wesley to roll his eyes at the other. He was becoming more aware that he could possibly get away with being an asshole.
As Wesley tried to continue working on fixing the meat to perfection, in his ideal, it only seemed to have Clint trying to get under his skin more, his hot breath now registering in James’s mind as it hit against the crook in his neck, and lips slightly pressing against his neck. There was temptation to move into it, give in to the feeling of the touch, but it was not like he could exactly leave the food cooking. Wesley had more concern for dinner.
His hands went to push him from behind but the attempt was not as successful as he would have liked. James turned around quickly, getting tangled up with Clint’s arms but found a way to push him off, possibly a little harder than intended.
“ Can you not see that I am in the middle of something and I do not want-- ”
He caught himself yelling and at a perfect time, it seemed. His eyes caught Clint’s and saw as his eyes traveled to his hand that was now leaking of blood from a cut. Wesley opened his mouth, wanting to apologize but he had not actually felt sorry for it was the other’s own fault for being too persistent when Wesley had not wished to do anything in that matter.
“Sorry about the plate... ”
That was all Clint had to see about this incident, it fit perfectly since James seemed more concerned about everything else and not Clint. And it was finally realized at this moment. Wesley let out a sigh as he looked in a draw for a cloth to quickly blot up the blood oozing out of the other’s hand. His eyes were on the injury but he could not help but look into Clint’s eyes and give a hint of a smile.
“ I don’t care about that--as long as you are--okay. ”
