#amerishield

“Us.” Steve repeated.

“Yeah. Because it won't just be sex or hooking up. You see how I am with Bucky and Natasha, it's more than just… sex. That's how it will be with us.” He smiled gently, almost shyly. “Sweetheart. I will be good to you. This can be… amazing.” Clint's eyes were so earnest, the endearment so surprising, Steve wanted to lean forward and kiss him.

“Do it.” Clint urged quietly. “Come on. Everything you think flashes right across your pretty face. Come on.”

Steve did, standing up and leaning across the table to kiss Clint. He was hesitant at first, just barely brushing their lips together and Clint smiled slowly.

“More than that, baby come on.” He coaxed Steve closer, lacing their fingers together and bringing him around the table, pulling until Steve was forced to straddle him. Clint groaned, the heavy weight of the former quarterback a welcome pressure on his lap.

“That's better.” He encouraged when Steve deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring slowly, his fingers coming up to frame Clint's face and hold him still. Clint's hands rested lightly against Steve's hips, not holding or directing, just touching, letting Steve control the moment, the kiss.

“That's perfect baby.” When Steve broke away, Clint praised him, running his hands up his back gently. “See? This will be so fun..”

“Okay.” Steve nodded, then ducked his head with a blush and a smile. “Yeah, okay then.”

“None of that.” Clint teased. “Soon we won't have any secrets, you and I. Very little to blush about.”

When Steve pulled away, moving off his lap and into the nearest chair, Clint lay his hand on the table, palm up, and Steve took it.

“Such a good boy...” Clint murmured, and when Steve bit his lip, he stood, running his free hand through the short blond hair and tugging until Steve's head dropped back to stare up at him. “Now then. Believe me when I say that this was the first and only kiss we will share that you will control. Do you understand?”

Steve licked his lips and nodded, as best he could with Clint holding his hair. “I understand.”

“Oh sweetheart.” Clint took his lips in a hard kiss. “This is going to be so good.” ******************* Wednesday

“I missed you.” Steve tried to laugh, but didn't even have time to take a breath as Bucky kissed all over his face and down his neck, grumbling about how much he'd missed his boyfriend, how big and empty his bed had been, how irritated he was that Steve had the day off but Bucky had volunteered to teach a class at the college.

“I missed you too babe. But it was just a couple nights.”

“Don't care. Too long. Just fucking move in with me already. Being apart is so stupid.” Bucky kissed him hard, moving restlessly in his lap. “I have ten minutes before I have to go. You can get me off before then, right?”

Steve laughed out loud then, and pushed Bucky off his lap, turning him onto his back on the couch and covering his lanky frame with his own. “Babe, if you're going to be this amped up I could probably get you off twice.”

“Steve.” Despite his bold words, Bucky blushed, biting his lip in an entirely too innocent way, even as he arched his back, grinding up against Steve's body.

“Are you two going to do this all day?” Natasha tried to sound annoyed, but she couldn't keep the smile from her face. Bucky was head over heels for the tall blond, and it made her happy to know Steve was just as crazy about him.

“Not all day.” Bucky corrected, panting softly as Steve licked down his neck. “Just for the next-oh my god babe- eight minutes is all!”

“Well while I do enjoy having to get the couch steam cleaned every time you boys forget you have a bedroom,” Tasha stood and stretched, arching her back with a breathy moan, grinning wickedly when both men's heads snapped up to look at her. “James, my love, we need to go.”

“Fine.” Bucky frowned, and pushed at Steve until he sat up. “Baby, be here waiting for me okay?”

“I will be.” Steve kissed him gently, letting his hands linger over his body. “I promise.” Bucky finally smiled, pleased and content that his boyfriend was home where he belonged, and gathered his things to go.

“Steve, Clint is downstairs in the shop all day, and we won't be back until right about dinner, ok?”

“No problem, Nat.” He smiled up at the redhead when she scratched her nails through his short hair. “You guys have a good day.”

“Thanks darling.” She bent and placed a light kiss on his lips and left, leaving a fairly surprised Steve alone in the apartment. Well that's a first. *********************** “Hello?” Steve opened the door to the tattoo parlor and called for Clint.

“Be right there!” He called from somewhere in the back, and Steve hung out in the lobby to wait.

“Oh! Hey.” Clint smiled, wiping his hands a rag as he came around the corner. “What uh- when did you get back?”

“Just like an hour. Tasha said you were here so..”  Steve looked Clint over. He didn't know why black cargo shorts and a black shirt over tattoo covered arms looked so good but...oh man.

“So, what? You came to see me?”

“Yeah. Yeah I thought--” Steve shrugged sheepishly. “I mean...”

“Aw Captain, I'm flattered.” Clint teased and folded his arms with an amused expression. “Come on back, I've got about thirty minutes before my next appointment.”

“Cool.” Steve followed him, dropping back into the semi-reclined chair he'd been in just a few days ago. He stretched his legs out and sighed.

“Long couple of days?”

“Just.. first of the month. People moving, new leases, bills due.” Steve shrugged. He helped run his family business, and they owned more than half the apartment buildings in the next town over, as well most of the land several large business sat on. The Rogers had been in the valley for generations, and instead of selling their land when the town expanded, they simply rented it out. It was a big business, and it took up most of Steve's life. It was why he was only at Bucky’s place for a couple of nights a week. The tattoo parlor was forty five minutes from where he worked, and his apartment was only about fifteen.

“Got a headache?” Clint asked, studying his face. “I can get you something.”

“I'm fine, man. Just wanted to-” Steve stopped talking before he said something embarrassing, but Clint shook his head.

“No way. Don't start a sentence and not finish it, that shit makes me crazy. Tell me.”

“Wanted to see you. Just wanted to see you.” Steve finished, looking down at his hands self consciously. Clint snorted a laugh and Steve frowned. “Don't laugh at me man. I told you this isn't easy for me. Why the hell would you--”

“Shh. Shh sweetheart oh no no no.” Clint crooned, stepping forward until he could straddle Steve's lap, scooting forward until their crotches ground together, until he could put one hand on the back of Steve's neck, and let the other brush through his hair. “I'm not laughing at you.”

“Cl-Clint I--I” Steve was stuttering, stammering, not sure what to think about the sudden shift in the mood, not sure what to with his hands, not sure what to do all of Clint's intense focus on him.

“I laughed because,” Clint brushed their noses together in a gesture so sweet it caught Steve off guard. “I am so fucking pleased that you came to see me.” He rocked forward in Steve's lap. “So fucking glad that you wanted to spend some time with me. Cause all I've been thinking about lately is you. And you're worried that all I'm about is getting inside that ass and that's not even half of what I want from you.”

Steve couldn't help the grin that covered his face, the one that matched Clint's just before he pressed their lips together in a breath stealing, heart racing kiss.

“Bucky told me you're super romantic.” Steve said when Clint gave him a chance to breathe. “Well his words were ‘stupidly romantic’ but…”

“But an old fashioned boy like you likes romantic, don't you?”

“Yeah. Yeah I guess I do.” Steve knew he was blushing, but absolutely didn't care. Especially when Clint whispered how hot it was when he blushed, punctuating the words with a soft lick, then a sharp bite to his ear. Steve's hips bucked, unable to stop himself, and Clint groaned low in his chest, suddenly, apparently, done with being sweet.

“Oh god sweetheart, I just might take you right here.” He rasped. “Right here in my chair. Is that what you want?” His voice went deep and Steve shuddered. “Is that why you came to see me?”

“Shit.” Steve closed his eyes when Clint started tugging his shirt out from his pants, pulling on his belt to get his pants undone. “Clint we can't--”

“What was that?” Clint stopped and sat up, one hand sliding up Steve's chest to lay against his throat, one eyebrow cocked.

He didn't even use any pressure, just let it rest lightly, but Steve still gasped as a jolt went through him. “Holy hell, no wonder Bucky loves that.”

“Yeah, Bucky's a good boy.” Clint murmured, working his hands under Steve's shirt to lay against all that warm skin. “Are you gonna be good for me too, sweetheart?”

“I--I--”

“Tell me.” Clint coaxed, shifting back far enough to start stroking Steve through his khakis. “You gonna be good too?”

“Yes. Yes.” Steve pushed up against the hand resting on his cock.

“Do you like when I call you sweetheart?”

“God yes.” Steve moaned, frustrated with the too-light touches. “Or should I be saying ‘yes sir’?” He managed a grin when Clint's eyes lit up, his hands stroking more firmly now.

“I didn't think I really cared for that, but I think you might change my mind.”

“Please keep touching me.” Steve leaned up, desperate for a kiss, for something beyond teasing and gentleness from Clint.

“Oh sweetheart--”

Whatever Clint was going to say was interrupted when the doorbell chimed.

“Damn it.” He pulled off Steve in one easy move, straightening up and adjusting himself in his pants quickly. “I forgot about my customer.” He sent a smirk towards Steve. “You're distracting as hell Captain.”

Steve just dropped his head back, clenching his fist and counting backwards trying to cool himself down.

“Why don't you go upstairs and find a bed.” Clint said, making it sound more like an order than a suggestion, and Steve's eyes flew open. “This is just a follow up appointment. I'll only be about half an hour.”

“Yeah.” Steve licked his lips, and Clint's eyes traced the movement. “Yeah okay.”

“Okay. Go out and around the back so it's not super obvious I was trying to mount you.” Clint tossed him a wink and Steve rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, right.” Despite his annoyed tone, Steve still stood a little shakily. Bucky had told him how Clint could go from sarcastic and funny to sexy and dominant to sweet and gentle and back again, but he still felt like he had whiplash from the sudden switch.

“Hey.” Clint reached for him when he stepped past, pulling him down for a tender kiss. “I really am glad you came down, Steve. Thank you.”

“I'll be waiting for you.” Steve said with a soft smile, and Clint kissed him again.

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