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Fix Him	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 10082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Fix Him
Fandom: Avengers
Chapter: 33
Character: Phil, Coulson
Word count: 1,564
AN: Another chapter, another day to get back to work on things. :D
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He had just come in from a mission, bruised a little around his ribs, a little battered all over but all around just fine physically and mentally. But the moment his lover had caught sight of him, he had ended up being forcibly pushed towards the Helicarrier’s medical bay by a very unhappy Phil.
“Come on, Phil, I’m just bruised and tired,” Clint grumped, pouting unhappily as he was walked forcibly into the medical bay and pushed to sit on a stretcher by the handler.
“I’m going to let the nice doctor decide that for you,” Phil stated, nodding to the doctor before smoothing out his shirt jacket. “For now, you let the doctor do what he needs to do and I’ll meet you outside when you’re done. I’ll be going to file your report for you with your handler and the archivist so you don’t have to worry about that,” he promised.
Clint sighed softly and nodded his head, knowing he wasn’t going to win this particular fight with Phil. He tugged his shirt off at the doctor’s orders as Phil walked out with one last promising smirk, heading to file the report as he promised. Once the filing was done, Phil once more went to the medical hall and stood just out of sight of the doorway to the medical unit, waiting for his lover to be released.
Clint allowed the doctor to check over him, which took two hours for all of the needed tests, before being released with a clean bill of health and orders to relax for the next few days. Grumbling about how he could have been at home with a bathtub all to himself and some aspirin already, Clint pulled on his shirt with careful movements, glad for the pain killers he had been given already before leaving with a grumble.
As he stepped out of the door and turned to the left, he squawked softly as a hand reached out and grabbed his arm, yanking him back slightly and shoving him up against the wall. Clint was quick to moan as his lover pressed up against him and sealed their lips in a kiss, tongues coming to play together as they indulged in the kisses they hadn’t been able to do for the last two weeks while Clint had been on his mission. Groaning again, he cupped the back of his lover’s head and drew him closer, rubbing against the strong body that was pressed against his own. His hands roamed downwards, cupping a well toned ass, drawing Phil’s hips into his own, rubbing hard against him.
“You have been gone for way to long,” Phil growled, tugging on Clint’s hair lightly, getting a moan as the prick pressed against his own jerked.
“Yes, way to fucking long. Shit, do I need you,” Clint groaned, rubbing against his slightly older lover before they dived back into their kiss, tongues tangling and moving against each other. Their hands worked over each other, touching what they could, finding what skin was available and teasing it, all around just enjoying being with each other after so long.
It was the sounds of someone walking down the hall that made them pull apart and look down the hall. “Fuck,” Phil grunted before he narrowed his eyes and dragged Clint into a little unused supply closet, closing the door solidly behind them, pressing his lover against the door once more.
Sealing their lips together once more, Phil resumed their kiss as his hands worked their way up and under his archer’s clothing, tugging them up, since he doubted that either of them wanted to strip completely, or in the case of Clint’s pants, tugging them down so that they rested just under his thighs.
“Are you going to fuck me here?” Clint asked, eyes wide as his prick twitched in interest as Phil worked his pants down far enough for them to move but to also get to what he wanted most.
“Yes. Or rather I was hoping that you would fuck me, but me fucking you works to,” Phil smirked, pulling out the little bottle of lubricant that he had stashed into a pocket when he had come up to the Helicarrier. He hadn’t expected to actually be able to use it but he didn’t want to be caught unprepared just in case they had found a hidden place to enjoy themselves in some privacy and reacquaint each other with their bodies. Like what they were doing right at that moment.
“I can do that,” Clint groaned, eyes lighting up at the chance to fuck his partner, to feel him tight around his prick and sucking him in for more. His hands worked at pulling Phil’s shirt up and out of his pants before undoing the pants and making them drop to the ground. Flipping their positions, he pushed his lover’s chest up against the door and rubbed against the bare ass before him, drawing a low groan from the both of them. “I hate long missions,” he hissed.
“You’re not the only one, Clint. My bed is cold when you’re not there,” Phil moaned lowly, rubbing his hand over his own cock, moaning happily. He groaned lowly, pressing back into the teasing movements, just enjoying the slow slide and the promise of what was to come.
“Need the lube, Phil,” Clint purred into one ear, nipping at the lobe and getting a shiver in return. Phil handed the lube over and watched over his shoulder as his lover shook it a bit before slicking his fingers with some of it, tucking it into his pocket for the time being. He would grab it later when he needed more, but for now his fingers were slick and the ass before him was begging him to fuck it, the way Phil was twitching his hips and looking at him over his shoulder.
Growling softly, Clint rubbed his fingers against the ring of muscles, teasing them to relax for him before sliding a finger inwards once he felt them relax. Sighing, Phil rolled his hips back into the finger and laid his forehead onto the door, trying to keep his sounds down along with his lover. Soon three fingers were working in and out of him, spreading him open in easy motions, slicking him well for what was to come as Clint pressed up against him.
“Do you have condoms? I don’t think you want to clean up that mess,” Clint said, voice deep as he shivered, Phil squeezing around his fingers teasingly.
“I’m always prepared,” Phil grunted as his nerves were teased and stroked, bending over slightly to pull out two foil packages, handing one over to his lover before ripping the other one open himself. He knew that neither of them wanted to clean up that mess, much less explain to whoever had to clean it up where it had come from, so he simply rolled the condom down his length as Clint pulled away to roll his own down over his length.
Clint once more pulled out the lube and poured some more onto his hand, slicking his condom coated cock before returning his fingers to the other male’s entrance to make sure that the other was slick and open enough for him. Once he was sure that Phil was slick and ready for him, he grasped the base of his length and pressed up against the stretched entrance. Taking a slow breath, he pushed forward, the two men groaning around clenched teeth, Phil pressing his lips against his arm while Clint pressed his mouth against his lover’s shoulder.
Once he was all the way in, Clint rested for a moment before slowly pulling out and rocking back in, groaning against his lover’s shoulder. He shifted his feet before starting to rock in and out, taking Phil in a slow movement, making sure to stroke just right over the sensitive nerves. His hand slipped down from the hip that he had been cupping before curling his fingers around the hard prick that he found, stroking over it in time with his thrusts.
Phil gasped and bit into his arm as he shuddered and came under the friction, toes curling and making him moan, spilling into the condom as Clint squeezed his length and bit into his shoulder. The archer groaned and followed after as the muscles around him squeezed tight and milked his climax out of him.
“Fuck,” Clint groaned, rubbing his nose against the other’s shoulder, laying a kiss on the skin before pulling out, grasping the base of the condom as he did so. Phil stood up straight with a smirk and pulled off his own, the two tying off their condoms and dropping them into the trash can on the cleaning cart amongst papers and paper towels. “That was good.”
“Indeed it was,” Phil chuckled, pulling up his pants and straightening his clothing as Clint followed his example, the two peeking out of the room to make sure that no one was coming. The handler smirked at his lover and the two made a note to catch a ride down to Avenger’s Tower later, Phil heading to the monitoring station and removing the film of them walking in and leaving the cleaning closet.
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