Cupid Has Nothing on You
A/N: This is a sequel to A Kiss From Coulson, which is a sequel of To Pursue. You don't need to read either of those stories to enjoy this one. I'd like to point out I am writing them for me and you can read them as you desire. I got the idea, at first, from a challenge in the same kink. Refer to the first two.
It morphed into something more, but it revolves around the challenge...sort-of. Kind-of.
That got away from me a bit.
Challenge: Coulson gets turned on by watching Clint work.
Warnings: Male/Male relationship. Mention of sex. Kissing. Swearing. Some violence.
Chapter One: Once Bitten Twice Shy
Coulson sighed. Hawkeye was not where he was supposed to be. He rolled his shoulders and there was a whirl through the air, an arrow flying over Coulson's shoulder to embed in the wall. He paused and slowly turned around to glare up at Hawkeye, who was situated in an air vent. "Phil, Phil, Phil. Not looking up?" he teased and Coulson glared at the man.
He ignored the fact that having that arrow coming dangerously close to him was a turn on. There was just the way that Hawkeye seemed to aim, his entire existence focusing on the target. The fact he had aimed so close to Coulson was not threatening, as many would have seen it, but kind-of something nice to know that he focused that much on him. Admittedly, it was a bit of a twisted turn on, but he once ran through a rain of bullets, so danger was his life.
"Why aren't you at the range?" Coulson asked, pointing the folder in his hand at Hawkeye while the sniper carefully extracted himself from the air vent, easily dropping down. Coulson pretended that he just hadn't swallowed hard and Hawkeye grinned, obviously seeing how Coulson was affected by that. He shifted a little and held out the file to Hawkeye, and he carefully took it, his hand brushing up against Coulson's.
He didn't react and backed off. "We'll need to go over a location for your perch later," Coulson added and continued to walk off. Once he was out of sight, he sped up, hurrying to his quarters.
A cold shower would do wonders. Not that their assignment in Siberia with the Avengers wouldn't either. Once he was out of the shower, he called up Fury. "Please tell me this assignment isn't a warning," is the first question out of Coulson's mouth.
"No. There have been a lot of strange readings in the area. Of the Extra-terrestrial kind. We have suspicions that there is a crashed space-pod there," Fury answered and Coulson's shoulders relaxed marginally.
"How are you holding up?" Fury asked suddenly and the agent decided not to glare at his boss.
Instead, Coulson answered. "Fine."
Fury just nodded. "I expect daily updates."
"Of course sir."
Fury nodded and the video-council went out. Coulson ran a hand through his hair and quickly headed to his office, detouring to get some needed files. He wasn't too surprised to see Hawkeye there, looking a tad bored. There was also coffee on Coulson's desk. He resisted the urge to smack Barton upside the head with the files in his hand due to how infuriating the man was acting.
Not that Coulson would actually do anything like that to Barton. He might to Stark, but he was another barrel of fish entirely.
He walked over to his desk and began to go through the files that were there. He was going to need to fill out as much paperwork as he could before they were sent off into the heart of the coldest place in the world. "Aren't you going to ask about where the best Eye in the Sky position is?" Barton asked in a smug tone.
Coulson slowly looked up at tried not to glare. "Agent Barton, I have a lot of work to do. We will discuss it later," he responded.
Hawkeye huffed, but gave in. Coulson figured that since they were 'dating', Hawkeye wasn't going to be as pushy. Coulson focused on his reports. Ah, it seemed Stark was in trouble again. Of course he was, the snarky bastard.
A warm weight is suddenly wrapped around his shoulders and upper his back.
The sneaky bastard! "Barton," he warned lowly, refusing to admit it feels really nice when Barton nudges the spot behind his ear.
"You have to clear Stark again?" Hawkeye asked lowly against his ear and Coulson forced himself to still.
"Yes. Barton, I had a lot of work to do!" he responded softly, because he was very much in control of himself, thank you very much, and not a hormonal teenage boy.
Hawkeye was probably going to reply when there was a knock on the office door. He carefully untangled himself and backed to the side of the desk before Coulson allowed whoever it was in. The unexpected guest was Thor, who looked like his usual self, except he had a slightly perplexed look on his face. "Ah, Son of Cole and Eye of the Hawk," he greeted.
"Hello Thor," Hawkeye greeted calmly, while Coulson nodded in greeting.
Coulson was pretty sure if it had been Stark, Hawkeye would have shoved the man out. As it was the resident Asgardian, he wasn't going to get annoyed with the interrupted alone time.
Hopefully.
"I was wondering if I could speak with you Son of Cole, if you are not busy," the large man asked.
Coulson nodded a bit, while Hawkeye went to go sit down. "I was wondering how to fill out these forms," Thor explained and held them up to Coulson, who stared.
"Your reports?" Coulson asked.
"Yes," he answered and Coulson nodded.
He opened up his desk and pulled out a red file folder. "Here's an example of what reports should look like. If you have any other problems, Dr. Foster will be able to help you more then I," Coulson answered.
"Thank you, Son of Cole. Good day," Thor said and left quickly.
Hawkeye looked between Coulson and the door. "You have examples of how reports are supposed to look?" Hawkeye asked.
"Yes. However, most just fill them out as they like and I often have to sort it, then retype it, before I get to send it in," he responded stiffly.
Hawkeye grinned and went back to wrapping himself around Coulson. "I think I love you," he commented, before he nuzzled behind Coulson behind the ear…again.
"Barton, I need to finish these reports," he protested and Hawkeye sighed quietly, his breathe puffing against Coulson's cheek.
"Fine. We will have dinner together though," Hawkeye gave in, slowly unwrapping himself from Coulson.
The agent only studiously worked on his reports and Hawkeye muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'workaholic' before he left.
Coulson smiled a bit, before it went away. While yes, he cared deeply for Hawkeye, his relationships rarely worked out. Once Hawkeye had his fun, Coulson was pretty sure he would walk off. Coulson was just a challenge for him.
That shattered any good mood he was in for a while.
Well, something else, or should it be someone else, helped in that department.