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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: 38
Character: Phil/Clint
Word count: 1,631
AN: I have reasons why I was late in posting this. I was researching for something that I'm a part of and working on my speech. Blah.
Enjoy.
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Stretching his arms up over his head with a groan of pleasure, Clint watched the numbers on the elevator go from the very top to the floor with his shared apartment. Humming lowly, he tapped his fingers on the pole that wrapped around the walls of the elevator and smiled slightly. He had just gotten done with a simple watch mission, debriefing with S.H.I.E.L.D. before he had hitched a ride down to the Avengers tower to head home to his lover.
He sighed as he pouted at the fact that he wasn’t with Phil as his handler more often but ever since the man had almost been killed by Loki he hadn’t been able to be Clint’s handler outside of a few high priority missions. He didn’t mind so much now since he knew his lover tended to know when he was coming home somehow but he still missed the other man way too much while he was gone.
Clint hummed softly himself as the door pinged open and he stepped out, heading for the doorway of the apartment, finding it open and waiting for him. A plate of food sat on the table next to where he usually placed his bows and quiver to go over later after he had relaxed, along with a note telling him to eat it. He raised an eyebrow at the fact that the note told him that he would need it soon enough. He put the bow and quiver case down before stripping off his bracers, laying them on top of the case.
Smirking, he ate the quick and easy chicken strips and soft rolls before washing the plate and his hands. Once that was done, Clint tilted his head at the sound of something happening in Phil’s room and headed that way, smiling at the fact that his lover was sprawled out on their bed. A series of pictures flashed across the TV screen, most of them from various times that they were together or alone, some of them when they had decided to play for a camera.
“Been waiting for me?” Clint asked as he unzipped his uniform top and pulled it off, tossing it to the chair to the side. Phil was smirking at him, his sweat pants doing nothing to hide the fact that he was hard and waiting for his lover to join him.
“What do you think? I knew the moment you were coming down in the elevator,” Phil chuckled, putting his hands behind his head, Clint admiring the man. He wasn't traditionally handsome but he was still good looking all things considered, and ever since he started working out more with the rest of them, he was looking even better. Smooth skin with it’s own fair share of scars shifted with the lean muscles that were under it while strong shoulders called to be marked and teased again.
But Clint’s main focus was on the hardness that he knew was just waiting for him to taste again. He had never really had an oral fixation until he had started to sleep with Phil, but then he had discovered just how fun it was to tease his partner into a mess of begging and demands with one’s mouth. Smirking as he shed his pants and boots with only a few hops as he pulled them off, he crawled onto the bed, Phil watching him carefully.
Chuckling, he reached out and pulled the other man’s pants down and off, tossing them over his shoulder before sliding his hands up the strong legs. Phil simply shifted and spread them a bit so that he had easier access to what he was after. Lowering his head, he pressed a kiss to the taut stomach with a sigh of pleasure before brushing his lips, feeling the slight hair there. He teased the dark hair for a few minutes, using his fingers to tease as his lips teased against the skin. His lover just rumbled and watched him, knowing that the archer needed the bonding and the touching to calm down.
Humming, Clint sent a wicked smile up to his lover and used one hand to shift the prick before him, teasing the tip before his mouth wrapped around the head. His tongue prodded at it as he idly played with the rest of the length with his hand, watching Phil close his eyes and just enjoy, small thrusts of his hips all the telling that the archer needed. Chuckling, the vibrations drawing a low groan from his lover, he worked his mouth over the top half, teasing it with his tongue as his hands worked to tease the rest of what he wasn’t working with his mouth.
Shifting so that he could slide further down, the archer watched as best as he could, one hand reaching out to find the bottle of lube that he knew was running around somewhere. Finding it, he shook it and slicked his fingers, noting that it was the better tasting lubes just in case he got some near his mouth. Smiling at his lover’s thoughtfulness, he warmed the slick up by rubbing his fingers together before cupping the heavy balls. He stroked and pulled at them as he bobbed up and down over the length, noting that Phil’s arms were bulging, telling him that he was clasping his hands tightly to stop from moving.
Pulling up, Clint sucked hard at the tip as his slicked hand moved down to tease his lover’s hole, knowing that Phil wouldn’t mind bottoming that night. It wasn’t often that they switched positions, the handler’s OCD making it hard for him to allow another to take him and the archer enjoying not having the power for once, but sometimes they needed something new and different. And that’s when Clint topped while Phil bottomed.
Moaning when his finger was enveloped by strangling heat, Clint sucked hard on his treat and worked the muscles open, his lover shifting to grab onto the specially enforced headboard and cling to it as he growled and moaned. Sliding a second finger followed by a third finger into the sucking, grasping entrance, the archer moaned and made sure that Phil was well and truly opened for him, not wanting anything between him and his mate. Pulling off, he hunted for a condom, getting a cocked eyebrow from his lover, making him blink down at him.
“You sure?” he asked, voice husky and deep from his need. Phil chuckled and uncapped the bottle of lube, reaching down to stroke over Clint’s cock, coating it fully.
“I may find the after care time consuming but, as you say, it is worth it occasionally. I made sure that I cleaned fully before you came,” Phil stated, eyes challenging, the look getting a growl as Clint pushed him back to seal their lips together in a deep kiss. Reaching between them, he checked the looseness once more before pressing the tip of his cock at the hole and pressed forward, drawing a low moan from the both of them.
Pausing in his movements once he had bottom out, Clint pulled away from the kiss and the two panted together, staring and waiting for the right moment. Smirking, the archer slowly pulled out, moaning at the slick slide of skin on skin, before sliding back in, creating a slow pace meant to draw it out for them as Phil wrapped his legs around his waist. He rocked and moved, the two exchanging slow, loving kisses as their hands came into play finally, stroking and teasing over soft skin and strong muscles.
Phil groaned as he arched his body up into his lover’s stronger body, legs tightening around the lean waist, drawing him closer. Clint chuckled and teased the prick between them with a stroke in the same pace as his thrusts, falling into rhythm once more. His lover was moving and arching, pressing up and taking it all that his archer was giving him. When the handler finally fell over that edge it was with a groan and a shudder of pleasure, eyes falling shut as his toes curled.
Clint groaned with, eyes tightly closed as he was squeezed and caressed, dragging him over into his own climax, spilling into his lover. He groaned and rocked for a few moments, drawing out their ends as long as he could before pulling out with a hiss at the sensitivity that they were feeling. Flopping to the side, he pressed against Phil and sighed as one arm came up to rest around his shoulders, a hand stroking down one arm.
“I missed you,” Clint hummed finally, smiling as his lover squeezed him around the shoulders with a chuckle.
“I missed you to. Our bed is cold the apartment is much too quiet without you,” Phil said, something that he often said when it came to being without his lover for long periods of time. “I think we’ll have to ask if you can get some training time with the Avengers. Everyone will be here this month and you guys can use some team building.”
Clint yawned and pulled himself up off the bed, Phil following after, the both of them wanting to get clean before going to bed. “Sounds like a good idea. I could use some time off. I also promised Loanoria that I would visit her and the kids since I helped to set her up with Pepper as her new receptionist,” he admitted, stretching.
“I am still sorry that she has to raise those kids on her own but I’m glad you helped her,” Phil hummed, pressing a kiss to his shoulder with a smile before leading his lover into the bathroom to wash.
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