Focus On Me .
"What are you doing?" Bruce asks.
"What does it look like?" Clint responds sarcastically. "Undressing,"
Bruce stares at him in disbelief. "No, he won't let that happen, I won't hurt you again." Shaking his head.
"Hey, hey," Clint starts moving closer and placing his fingertips lightly on Bruce's face. "You trust me right?" He asks barely audible, almost a whisper.
"Of course, Yes, but I don't trust him." He shakes his head again. "No, I'm sorry."
"Babe, Keep your eyes on me." Clint begins, placing his knees on either side of Bruce. "I trust you." He waits for Bruce to disagree, but he does not. Clint slowly lines kisses down Bruce's neck, then his collar bone, then his chest, holding a firm grip on the bottom of his chin.
"Stop, Stop, I can't do this, I can't control him." Bruce says lightly moving back.
Clint uses his hands and moves his face forward again connecting their lips in a passionate exchange. "Focus on me. You can do this. Focus on me."
Bruce nods and stands, Clint follows and reconnects their lips. The first thing to go was Bruce's jacket. The soft leather slowly being pushed down by Clint, Though Clint wasn't eager or horny. He simply wanted to be close to the man he had fallen in love with, and he didn't care if it took all night, he was patient and he knew that was what he needed when he had decided to further his relationship with the man.
Next item was Clint's pants. Bruce unbuttoned them easily but did not pull them down, too afraid to disturb the kiss. Then his mind wandered to last time they tried this…
"Bruce, stop, that hurts." But it was no longer Bruce anymore; the true ecstasy he was feeling had lost him and had been substituted with the big green monster known as the Hulk. Clint came out of it with a black eye and a broken arm.
The memory hurt Bruce more than anyone could imagine, and he tensed under the touch of Clint.
He noticed. "Focus on me. I love you."
But Clint had forgiven him a long, long time ago.
When Bruce had returned Clint wasted no time taking off both of their pants and gently pulling Bruce's shirt over his head before reconnecting their lips. Now the only thing distancing them was the thin layer of Clint's boxers. Bruce almost never wore underwear afraid that at any time he could change into hulk.
Bruce tugged at the top of Clint's underwear and slowly and seductively sliding them down. Clint threw his arms around Bruce's shoulders and Bruce picked him up settling him, Clint wrapping his legs around Bruce. "You sure?" Bruce asks one last time.
Clint nods in the crook of Bruce's neck. With that Bruce takes the lube he had in his drawer beside them , that had only been used once. But he pushed those thoughts away, He focused on Clint. His Clint.
After Bruce finished he proceeded to lower Clint down on his now fully hard erection. Clint jumped at the new pressure inside him. And Bruce stopped immediately. "Did I hurt you?"
"It's fine, Just keep going." Bruce nod and drops himself and Clint on the bed so Clint was on his lap with his penis still inside him. Clint tangled his fingers inside Bruce's curls and began moving in a circulatory motion on Bruce. "Focus on me." Clint whispered in his ear and Bruce simply nods.
After a few minutes the riding becomes faster and more unsteady. Both of them had a raging hard on and needed some sort of relief. "Come for me." Bruce whispers in Clint's ear. And soon after he obeys, Coming hard on both of their chests. Bruce following doing the same only inside Clint.
The had done it, they had beaten the hulk.
Collapsing on the bed, Clint rests his head on Bruce's chest. "I love you so much." Clint smiles.
"I love both of you."
FIN.
A/N. SORRY I ALWAYS FEEL AWKWARD WRITING SEX SCENES BUT I AM RATHER PROUD OF THIS ONE. TELL ME WHAT YOU THING AND I WILL HAVE A NEW GLEE STORY STARTING UP BY WENDSDAY. GOOD DAY TO ALL.