#stevexclint

Steve slowed down, letting the thin shirt catch on his muscles as he pulled it over his head. Then his jeans, pushing them down over his hips and bending over to get them over his feet, instead of just kicking them off, showing off the sheer amount of muscles flexing in his back.

“Have you ever done a strip tease, baby?” Clint's voice was low and lazy as his eyes wandered all over Steve's body. “You would be so good at it. Like unwrapping a fucking present. Next time, definitely.” Steve was so gorgeous. All thick, golden muscles, blond hair, and already hard and leaking, straining, outlined against red briefs.

“Lay down.” Clint jerked his head towards the bed and Steve sat abruptly, scooting back towards the headboard. “You listen so well.” Clint praised, and Steve kind of hated that he loved it.

Clint turned to close the bedroom door, and Steve got a clear view of those big wings tattooed onto his back. They covered both shoulders and the very ends dropped low enough to be covered by his shorts. Steve fucking loved them.

Clint turned in time to catch the look on Steve's face, and he rolled his shoulders with a smirk. “You like my wings don't you?” Steve just nodded, not trusting his voice, and Clint's smile grew bigger. “I can't wait to put some ink on you, baby.” He dropped his shorts, stepping out- Christ he's naked. He wasn't wearing anything under his shorts. Good god good go- and running a calloused hand from base to tip of his cock. He was shaved smooth, and it made him look so big, so good Steve found himself wondering how he would taste.  “I can't wait to put you on my table and mark you right the fuck up. It hurts, but it's addicting and I would just love to see you addicted to something I give you.” Clint smirked, seeing how Steve's eyes hadn't strayed from his crotch. He gave himself a rough stroke. “Catch that baby? I want you addicted to something I give you, whether it's a tattoo or not.”

Jesus fucking hell Steve could barely put a thought together, couldn't stop watching Clint touch himself, couldn't even breathe listening to that deep voice.

“Pick a safe word, sweetheart.” Clint instructed. “I won't even touch the bed unless you do.”

“Safe word.” Steve was scrambling, trying to think and Clint's lips twitched in amusement.

“Can be something as simple as ‘red’ for stop. Nothing crazy. A color, or object, something you won't forget.”

“Black.” Steve blurted thinking of how good Clint looked in the color. “Black means stop.”

“Black it is. Say it as often as you need. I will stop every time, okay?” Steve nodded and Clint cocked his head. “Look at me, baby.” When Steve finally met his eyes, Clint smiled gently. “I promise you. Say it as often as you need, if things get overwhelming, if you get uncomfortable, if you can't handle it. I will stop every time, no matter how far we've gone, or what. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“We good?”

“We’re good.”

“Thank god.” Clint crawled up the bed until he could lay his whole body against Steve's. “Hi.” He looked down into Steve's eyes and grinned.

“Hi yourself.” Steve willed his body to relax, letting out a deep breath, spreading his legs just enough for Clint to sink a little further into him.

“Oh good boy.” Clint murmured, surprised. “Already want to let me in, don't you?”

“Damn it.” Steve grit out, tensing up again, and looking away and Clint shook his head.

“Look at me. Look at me.” He waited until Steve looked back up at him. “Ground rules. I want you looking at me at all times, unless your eyes are rolling back in pleasure. I want to hear everything from this sweet mouth. Every gasp and moan and swear word. Everything. Even if it's your safe word. Be loud for me. Loud, sweetheart. I want to know everything that goes through your pretty head, you got me?” Steve nodded, and Clint frowned. “Say it.”

“Yes. Looking at you, loud for you. I got it.”

“That's better. Do you need anything? If you need anything, ask me because I will give it to you. But…” Clint hesitated for a second.  “I am… dominant, baby. Maybe more than you think, maybe less, I don't know. But I can guarantee being with me is nothing like being with Bucky. I will be in charge until you use your safe word. Okay? Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.” Steve nodded quickly then reached up to touch Clint's lips. “Can you-- will you kiss me again? I'm freaking out a little bit and --”

Clint slotted their lips together with a soft groan, raising his body just enough to shift up, resettling against Steve's body with their hips lined up. Steve's whole body jerked when Clint's cock pressed against his own, still covered length. “Mmm.” He sighed and Clint rocked against him slowly.

“That's right, baby. Let me hear you.” Clint's tongue thrust into his mouth, sweeping every corner, every inch, but when Steve tried to return the action, Clint bit his bottom lip hard.

“Ow!” Steve yanked away and Clint paused.

“Black?” He asked and Steve hesitated, then slowly shook his head.

“Then get back here.” Clint took his mouth again, his tongue soothing the hurt lip, before taking over again, twisting and sliding until Steve was gasping for air, pleading for more.  Clint left his lips, mouthing over his jaw line before moving down, biting and nipping little kisses, until he reached the base of Steve's neck, where his pulse was thundering out of control.

“Sweetheart,” Clint murmured, brushing a thumb over the sensitive spot, “are you nervous?” He kissed gently, then scraped his teeth over it before biting down, sucking a harsh red mark onto Steve's skin.

“God! Clint!!” Steve bucked underneath him, one big hand coming up to land in Clint's hair, gripping the soft brown spikes, and tugging hard.

“No.” Clint said softly, warningly, and Steve let go.

“Black.” He said and Clint pulled away completely, rolling off of him and onto his knees, dropping his hands to cover himself.

“What is it?” He asked quietly, even though his chest was heaving with the effort of restraining himself.

“Why can't I touch you?” Steve demanded, and when Clint raised an eyebrow, he cleared his throat. “I mean, is it okay if I touch you?”

“You can touch me.” Clint said in that same even tone. “But you can't pull my hair. Or demand things from me. Or try to… run this.” He tilted his head. “You've seen me with Bucky, you know I'm worse with Tasha, why would you think...?”

“I'm sorry. You're right.” Steve conceded. Clint just kept looking at him and Steve shifted against the bed, already feeling cold without Clint against him. “Please, please come back.”

“We okay?”

“Yes. Please.”

Clint moved back over him, easing their bodies back together, one arm by Steve's head, the other hand rubbing small circles on his chest. “I know this is different for you.” He admitted. “I understand. I can, I will… try to make this easier on you.”

“No.” Steve shook his head. “No, Clint, I want you, exactly how you are. I--I have a safe word. I will use it if I need to.” Clint just nodded to show he understood, and pressed a light kiss to his lips, then tucked himself back into the crook of Steve's neck, breathing lightly over the red mark before biting back down into it. This time when Steve cried out he fisted the sheets and Clint murmured something in approval, pulling hard at that one spot until he knew it would purple in a dark bruise In the morning.

“You taste good right there. I want to tattoo wings on your right there.” He whispered, and abandoned that sweet spot to move lower.

Not willing to allow too much space between their bodies limited his movements, but Clint worked his way down across Steve's chest, flicking his tongue over his nipples until they were pebbled and hard, and Steve was whimpering something about why does that feel so good. Lower still, his nose bumping over each overly defined muscle on Steve's stomach, quietly praising him for being so fit and gorgeous.

Clint traced the outline of Steve's cock through the red briefs, tonguing over the rapidly growing damp patch as Steve groaned above him, hooking his fingers in the waistband… “I love that these are bright red.” he said with a sharp nip to Steve's hipbone... …..and not pulling them down.

Instead, he slid back up, stopping to lick the sweat pooling in Steve's collarbone.

“Hey.” He said with a grin when Steve met his gaze with a frustrated sigh. “Easy baby, I'm just getting started with you. Roll over.”

Steve glanced down their bodies, at the nearly non existent space between them, then back up.

“There isn't any--” Clint's hand came to rest so lightly, so gently on his neck and Steve sucked in a sharp breath. Fuck Clint hadn't even tried to choke him even a little, and it was making him crazy. Slowly, slowly, he rolled over, feeling every inch of him pass against every inch of Clint, until he was on his stomach, and Clint was back on top of him, face in his shoulder blades, bare cock lying hard and heavy against his ass.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, sweetheart. Just watching you move like that makes me--” he gripped Steve hard with one hand, rolling his hips against him, driving his cock into the cleft between his cheeks. “But not yet. I need to just--” his breath hissed out when Steve pushed back against him. “Steve.” He snapped, and the blonde froze, forcing himself to relax back into the mattress. “Better, better, good boy, just…” Clint rubbed his back soothingly, until he seemed to gather himself again.

He's losing control. The thought made Steve nearly giddy. He's losing control around me.

This time when Clint's fingers hooked his waistband, he dragged them all the way down, Steve lifting his hips just enough to help. Clint tossed the briefs on the floor, then reached for Steve, pulling him up onto all fours in front of him.

Oh no… Steve tensed up, knowing that this moment was where things were going to change. Clint was only a top, and other than Bucky getting adventurous and using a couple fingers in him every once in a while, Steve had never bottomed. To say he was nervous was an understatement. To say he was excited… well.

“Sweetheart.” Clint's voice sounded hoarser, deeper somehow and it sent a shiver through Steve's whole body. “Look how good you are like this.” A kiss to one rounded cheek, teeth scraping just enough to tingle. Reaching with both hands to spread him open, Clint brushed a callous thumb over Steve's hole, making him jump.

“Easy. Easy baby. I know, I know.” He kept his voice low and soft, trying to keep Steve relaxed. Clint was naturally dominant in bed, naturally a demanding lover, but for all intents and purposes, Steve was a virgin, and Clint was not about to hurt him. So he slowed his tempo, reined himself in just enough to keep Steve from using his safe word. Because oh--- “Baby I can't wait to play with you.” This time instead of his thumb, Clint moved forward and pressed his tongue to the tightly furled entrance.

“Oh god Clint. Je- Jesus.” Steve's words stuttered and so did his hips, and Clint's fingers tightened to almost bruising to hold him still. Once Steve quieted again, Clint leaned back in, lapping and licking until the muscle started relaxing, until he could press inside that heat, thrusting and swirling his tongue until Steve was swearing, calling his name, moving helplessly against him. He opened the bottle of lube Steve had placed on the bed-God he's good at this- and coated two fingers, leaving one last kiss before sliding in, clear up to the second knuckle.

“God dammit Clint! Son of a---” Steve jerked like he was going to pull away, and Clint grabbed him tight with the other hand.

“No.” He said firmly, and pumped his fingers, scissoring them slowly, working him open. “Don't you fucking pull away from me. Talk to me, tell me what it feels like.”

“I-I- you just surprised me.”

“You didn't think I'd want to finger you after having my tongue all over you?” Clint asked mildly, and knew Steve blushed red. “By the way, I think you taste better here-”  he thrust his fingers hard, and Steve closed his eyes, his forehead dropping to the mattress. “than anywhere else, which is saying something.” Clint withdrew his fingers, adding more lube, and teasing at Steve's puffy, swollen rim before sinking slowly back in.

“Ohhhh….yes.”

“Yeah that's better, huh sweetheart?” Clint encouraged. “I told you I'd made you feel good. Ready for another?” He barely waited for Steve's  nod before a third finger slid smoothly inside his body. “Oh god look at you taking my fingers like you were fucking made for it. I might just work you like this, sweetheart. Do you want to come like this?”

“No- no. With you. But-but- Ple-please touch me. I'm going crazy. Please.” Steve was nearly begging, but the gratified moan from Clint made it entirely worth it.

“Yes, baby. Of course. Whatever you want.” Clint reached around to wrap a hand over Steve's cock, stroking him firmly, easily, from root to tip, his thumb catching over the sensitive head. His fingers brushed through wiry blonde curls every time, dropping lower to cup and fondle the heavy sac, being so careful to use the right pressure. “Tell me.” He murmured. “Good?”

“So good.” Steve panted, clutching at the sheets as pleasure started zinging through him.

“Yeah, tell me.” Clint's hands never stopped moving, his fingers inside pushing Steve's body forward, forcing him to thrust into the hot grip on his cock.

“Clint, love that's so good. You feel--”

Clint thrilled when Steve called him love, and brushed a kiss over his back in gratitude. “How do I feel?” He whispered.

“Big.” Steve grunted. “Full. But not enough.”

“I got you.” Clint eased from his body, slowly, gently this time, watching in fascination as Steve's stretched hole fluttered, trying to clench around nothing. He reached for a condom, wrapping it over his neglected cock, groaning as he gave himself a few strokes to take the edge off.

“Oh, you guys.” Bucky's soft, accented voice made Steve tense, but Clint calmed him with a hand to his back, keeping him grounded, and still. Bucky had been watching for at least a minute now, but hadn't said anything, so Clint had ignored him. “Oh my god.” he whimpered and Clint shot him a look, then, irritated that he was interrupting, but he still wasn't going to kick him out. Steve was Bucky's boyfriend after all.

“Baby boy, sit over there.” Clint nodded towards a chair, where Bucky could still see everything, where Steve could turn his head to look at his boyfriend if he wanted. Bucky hesitated, though.

“Oh please, can I play too?” He asked, one hand outstretched like he wanted to touch.

“Not this time.”

“But, Clint please I just-”

“Listen or leave, Bucky.” Clint snapped, and the younger boy nodded hastily, dropping his backpack on the floor and locking the bedroom door behind him. Clint turned back to the blonde beneath him, shooting Bucky a look that said keep your distance. “Are you still with me baby?” He leaned as close as he could to Steve's ear, giving his erection a few hard pulls.

“Yeah.” Steve had his eyes closed, fists clenched, and Clint kissed his shoulder.

“Turn and look at Bucky if you want to sweetheart. I don't mind.”

Steve sighed in relief and turned his head, locking eyes with his boyfriend.

“Oh Steve.” Bucky had already pushed his jeans down to his thighs, licking his hand before reaching for his own cock. “Oh babe you are so hot like this. I can't believe I get to watch this.” His accent got thicker, like it always did when he was turned on, and it made both the other men smile.

Steve's whole body relaxed, hearing Bucky give such approval, and Clint took himself in hand, spreading Steve open again.

“Breathe, sweetheart. Deep breath in.” He instructed gently, and Bucky nodded in agreement, a dreamy smile on his face as he watched. When Steve exhaled, Clint pushed forward, past the tight ring, deep inside that heat, one slow steady push until he was seated all the way inside, and Steve was crying out, groaning, panting, arching his back to take him deeper.

“Oh my god you're so good. Such a good boy. Look how well you took me, oh baby, so amazing.” Clint praised him over and over, stroking his back until he stopped trembling, murmuring reassurance when Steve called his name.

“Please please move. Please.”  Steve was begging again, and Clint loved that so fucking much.

Permission granted, Clint pulled all the way out, then in one quick thrust, slammed himself home again.

“God fucking-- Clint!!!” Steve howled, and in his seat, Bucky gave a sharp little cry of his own, fisting his cock in time to Clint's thrusts. “Yes yes, please don't stop. Oh my god please more, please more I can't-- I can't--”

“Keep talking baby.” Clint ordered as he set a grueling pace inside his lover? New boyfriend? “Keep talking I fucking love it.”

“You're doing so good babe. God look at you.” Bucky's eyes were glued to Steve’s, his soft breathy voice urging him on. “ I can't believe how sexy this is, the two of you are just--”

Steve bit his lip trying to hold back a yell when Clint brushed a spot inside him that made his vision blank out for a second. “Oh right there.” Bucky's eyes lit up. “Clint baby, hit him again there. I saw it, I fucking saw him light up.”

Clint grinned and changed his angle, tilting his hips, moving in short little movements until he found the spot again. This time Steve did scream a little and Clint immediately started working his cock again, his fingers tightening every time he bottomed out inside Steve's perfect ass, every time Steve's breath caught in one of those moans that drove him mad.

“Tell me.” He demanded. “Tell me how to make you come. Come on baby.” Steve was nearly sobbing, the physical too much for him, but Clint wouldn't let up. “Fucking tell me.” He snapped through gritted teeth. “I'm not about to fucking come before you but I'm getting close.”

“Yes, oh fuck yes!” Bucky whimpered, jerking himself roughly, his eyes flying between his boyfriend, and his lover, not sure which one to watch. “Steve, baby, come on. Tell him, show him baby. Come on, come for us.”

Steve dragged in a harsh breath, then pushed back against Clint, stretching out, arching his back farther so every one of Clint's thrusts pounded that fucking spot inside of him, and wrapped his own hand around his cock, setting the rhythm just right until--

“Oh shit, oh shit oh god I'm coming! Clint please oh god I'm fucking--” Steve's vision did white out as he came, and he closed his eyes against it, his body tightening to almost painful around Clint as his orgasm crashed over him.

“Yeah baby, come on. Oh god that's so good. I can feel you come, ya know? So tight babe you're gonna make me crazy.”  Clint’s rough voice urged him on, then brought him back down from the spiral. And Clint waited just long enough for Steve's cock to finish emptying before he drove the blonde into the bed, pinning him down as he found his own release, biting kisses and swearing against Steve's shoulders.

A few deep breaths, and he turned to look at Bucky, who was just staring, hand slack over his cock, at the scene in front of him. “Come for me, baby boy.” He murmured, then grinned tiredly when Bucky tossed his head back and wailed, working his length hard, until his fist and stomach were covered, and come was dripping onto his pale thighs . “Good Christ.” Bucky breathed, and Clint nodded, still pressed to a fucked-out Steve's back. “Oh holy hell. Baby that was so..”  Bucky trembled through an aftershock, cock still twitching, hands digging into his own legs as he tried to slow his breathing.

As soon as he recovered, Bucky scrambled up to get a few towels, shedding his clothes, but waiting patiently by the bed until Clint had eased from Steve's body, peppering kisses down his frame as he did, and tossed the condom away.

“Here sweetheart. Let me clean you up.” Post-sex Clint was all sweet words and gentle touches, taking a towel from Bucky to place over the mess Steve had made, before helping him lay back down, stroking over his jaw and cheekbones, placing gentle kisses on all the red marks all over his neck. One firm kiss to his lips, and Clint peeled himself away to go get cleaned up and get a drink. Steve opened his arms then, and after a quick look at and nod of permission from Clint, Bucky climbed onto the bed, wrapping himself as tightly as he could to Steve's side.

“That was beautiful. I can't even believe how good that was.” Bucky kissed him hard, swallowing the little moans from Steve's lips. “Are you okay? He was good to you?”

“Of course he was.” Steve said, exhausted. “Baby I can see why you always want to sleep after sex. It's… intense.”

“But good?” Bucky pressed, and Steve's whole body shuddered.

“Oh babe, that was so… so fucking good.”

“You were wonderful.” Clint spoke from the doorway, before handing them each some water. “So good.” He placed a light kiss on Steve's lips, then grunted in surprise when Steve wrapped his other arm around his neck and pulled him down onto the bed. “I was going to let you two--”

“Nope.” Steve pulled harder, until Clint lay down next to him. “I know you run things during sex, but I am a hardcore cuddler so...”

Clint laughed softly and laced his fingers through Steve's. “I got you, sweetheart.” Bucky grinned over at him, scooting closer, winding one long leg over Steve so it rested against Clint's, sighing in relief when a rough hand came down to stroke his calf. A sigh shuddered through Clint’s frame, as he pressed close to Steve, gripping Bucky's leg tightly, happier than he was ever going to admit, to be right here, with both these boys.

“So, did you guys plan this for while I was gone? Or…?” Bucky asked after a minute and Steve shook his head.

“Not at all baby.”

“So how did--”

“He came to see me in the shop.” Clint said without opening his eyes, without lifting his head from where his cheek rested in Steve's hair.

“That's all it takes now? A visit to the shop and it means sex?” Bucky huffed, pushing himself up on his elbow. “You guys are whores. I at least made Steve buy me dinner and you, Clint, had to give me a job for a year and a fucking half before I slept with you! But all it takes is Steve showing up in the fucking shop and--”

“I'll push your Brooklyn ass right out of this bed, baby boy.” Clint threatened, his voice little more than a growl, and Bucky lay back down quickly, burying his face against Steve, who was shaking with laughter.

“I'll be good.”

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“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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He woke up,appropriately feeling like shit, to find Steve asleep, head in his lap,still in uniform. 

Clint nudged him ignoring the throbbing pain, well everywhere, as he attempted to wake the other man.

Steve shifted a bit before actually waking up, attempting to blink the sleep out of his eyes he sat back,stretching. 

"Morning."

"Morning."

That's when he freaked out. 

Steve's eyes opened wide as he stared at the archer as though he had grown an extra head.

"Oh my god." 

Clint frowned,"Come on, I know i'm probably banged up,but I can't look that ba-"

Steve wraps his arms tightly around Clint's neck, burying his face in the man's shoulder. Clint winces a bit before hesitantly hugging back.

"The doctors-They said you wouldn't- I thought- Oh my god."

Steve babbled into Clint's neck, none of it making the slightest sense to him.

"Pardon?"

He finally asks as Steve pulls back cupping his cheek.

"They said, the doctors, they didn't think-"

He trails off and it clicks.

"Oh." 

Steve hugs him again and Clint hugs back resting his head against Steve's.

"Hey, It's okay." 

He says as Steve squeezes tighter.

"I'm okay now,Cap. Really."

He assured the other,who seemed to be refusing to let go. Clint buried his face in Steve's hair.

"I'm going to be alright." 

Steve finally pulled back though keeping his arms around Clint's neck as he stared at the man sadly.

"I thought you were going to die."

He admits as Clint begins rubbing circles into his side with his thumbs.

"it felt like the others all over again." 

Clint gives a weak smile before pulling Steve back into a hug. 

"Sorry, old man,but you're stuck with me." 

Steve laughs softly into the crook of Clint's neck squeezing tightly again.

"I love you."

He says weakly and Clint gets quiet. This isn't the first time he's said it. Hell, he'd been saying it for months now, but

Clint had never thought much of it or at least it didn't hit him until now.

"I-"

He hesitates,

"I love you too."

Steve pulls back and for the first time since Clint woke up he's smiling. Clint smiles back just as Steve's lips crash against his and he gives a soft noise of surprise before kissing back.

That's when the others walk in.

Well not all of them, Tony, Tasha and a doctor, still Steve and him pull apart each blushing a bit furiously turning to face the others.

"You're alive."

Tony says stating the obvious,clearly surprised. Same goes for Natasha and the doctor as they quickly go to his side and Steve moves away from the bed still blushing.

Clint withholds a whine as the doctor checks his heart monitor and begins checking his vitals. Tasha squeezing his arm so hard he's surprised when her expression is so held together. He had the slight fear she might kick his ass later for not only putting the team through that but being so careless and getting hurt, but for now she was just trying to cut off his circulation. 

The doctor eventually determines he's, shockingly, stable and exits. Tony leaves the room to callback home and reassure the others, Natasha goes off to grab her and Steve some coffee, and Steve shifts awkwardly next to Clint bed,cheeks still slightly pink. Clint smiles reaching out and tugging on Steve's arm.

"Hi."

"Hi."