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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: 36
Character: Phil, Clint, Some Fury
Word count: 1,289
AN: Aww, poor boys. :P
To have your boss walk in on you must be embarrassing.
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“I am going to kill someone, slowly. I just know it.” Phil looked up from his paperwork as his lover dropped down from the vents before he made sure that the doors were locked. Assured that they wouldn’t be bothered unless someone overrode the codes to the doors, Clint moved to the couch and flopped down onto it with a groan, rubbing his hand over his head, closing his eyes.
Phil watched as the archer stretched his legs out and crossed them at his ankles with a groan, rubbing at his face. “What is going on this time?” he asked, blinking at his lover before standing up at the groan. He made a hot coffee and pulled out a bottle of Irish Crème, pouring a good amount of it into the cup before pouring the coffee into it. He handed the drink over to his lover and watched as the other man stirred it a bit before draining a good amount of it.
“Today was just a bad day. My mission was going to hell from day one but today just sucked something big,” Clint groaned, deciding that he needed to just sip at his coffee once he tasted the Irish Crème in it. “The rest of the mission went from bad to worse and really fast to boot. I’m lucky that all I ended up with a damnable bruise on my leg from the last minute escape from the idiots trying to kill me. Though the cleanup crew gave me some seriously dark glares for daring to make such a mess,” he grumped, Phil smiling slightly at his lover’s complaining.
It wasn’t often the man really let loose but he had a feeling the mission that he had just come home from hadn’t been fully detailed much less with all of the information that they needed. It wasn’t so uncommon to be surprising to Phil since he knew well enough that sometimes the information just wasn’t available to find in any form. He sighed and sat next to his lover and felt the man press close.
“Lose anyone?” he asked, sliding one arm around the strong shoulders, stroking his shoulder at the nod.
“Yeah, my hacker and my field bow creator,” Clint sighed, nuzzling up to the other with a sigh, Phil stroking a hand down his back with one hand. “I’ll be fine, really. We were able to gather the bodies and we’re sending them to their home according to what they had in their wills.”
Phil nodded his head and brushed his lips against the others' head, lacing their fingers together with a small smile to his lips. He shifted and thought about doing something that his lover had been bugging him to do since they got together, but had never done so because of the fact that he didn’t want anyone to see them. Smirking, he tipped Clint’s head up from on his shoulder and brought their lips together, just brushing them together and drawing his lover closer.
Clint hummed lowly and allowed the other to set the pace, feeling the comfort that his lover was offering him, opening his mouth to allow the lapping tongue to slide in, sucking on it with a moan. Phil chuckled and shifted them so that he could draw the other closer, into his lap, stroking his hands up and down the others back, hands sliding under his shirt with a hum. Shifting slightly, he purred and pulled away from the slow, long kiss, removing his lover’s shirt and tossing it to the side, allowing him to get at the slightly scarred skin that shifted over strong muscles. Smirking, he laid his lover down and brushed his lips against Clint’s lips, biting at them lightly before sucking on his bottom lip.
Settling Clint back, he settled between his partners legs and pulled away from the tempting mouth, moving down over the strong jaw and neck, pulling up new marks and soothing his lover into enjoying his touch. Finding one of the spots that he knew always made his lover go limp, he teased it and smirked at the low, husky moan as the strong body went limp under him. Chuckling softly, he continued to find all the spots that drove his lover crazy, finding a few new ones and a new wound that looked as if it came from a bullet that had grazed him.
He brushed his lips against the butterfly’s holding the wound, feeling Clint shudder under him and making him smirk lightly up at his lover before moving down the lean torso, teasing the nipples he came across into hard little buds. His partner pressed up into his mouth as his fingers trailed down before his trailing mouth, finding the hot spots and teasing them with fingers before doing so with mouth. Phil basked in the groans and sighs of his partner as he moved lower, fingers working on the button of Clint’s pants, lowering the zipper once he got the button free.
Glancing up with a smirk, he tugged the pants down enough to free the hard cock that he would be tasting in just a few moments, curling his fingers around the long length and stroking very slowly over it. Clint moaned and rocked his hips up into the touch, eyes flashing open as he stared at the ceiling, shivering hard under the missed touch of his lover.
“Ah, you missed me, didn’t you?” Phil chuckled lowly, smirking at Clint as he stroked his fingers up the length, teasing the tip, before sliding his hand back down to the base, squeezing it. He continued to stroke and slid his hand up and down, the other hand reaching down to grab the bottle of lube that he knew his lover had stashed there for when he had finally convinced him to give in and have office sex. Grabbing the bottle, he tugged the pants down off of the other man, letting go of the leaking cock in his hand to get them off of his lover. He shook the bottle before slicking his fingers with some of the lube and reached down to tease the tight entrance that he was going to enjoy taking once more.
Clint groaned and spread his legs open a bit more, offering himself as he reached down to thread his fingers into soft hair and tugged at it. Phil chuckled lowly and pressed a kiss to one hip as his hand curled around the hard length once more, stroking as he teased the hole, sliding a finger into the tight muscles. They both moaned, Clint growling at the stretch, and Phil at the tug to his hair and the tightness squeezing his finger.
Working his finger in and out of the tightness, he worked a second finger in while he teased the tip of the hard length before him with his lips, opening his mouth and drawing Clint in. He teased the length with slow suction and long licks as he worked the fingers in and out before he introduced another finger, neither of them hearing the door chime as it was unlocked by another source than them or Jarvis.
Phil was pulling off and sliding up Clint’s body when they both jerked and turned at the sound of a disgusted growl from the door way, Fury standing there in shock as he eyed the two men on the couch. The handler cleared his throat and subtly shifted so that his partner was covered while pulling his fingers free from the grasping body. He cleared his throat once more and reached down for the others' shirt and pulled it between them.
“Director,” he squeaked.
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