Disclaimer: We don't own any of these characters. Marvel does!
Warnings: Gay sex, accidental injury of a partner, voyeurism/masturbation, rampant mispronunciation, fluff
A.N.: We were thinking about how much stronger Thor is than Clint, and realized that there could be some angst-fluff if Thor accidentally hurt his boyfriend, so…
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"I did not mean to!" Thor explained, looking extremely distressed as he carried Clint into Bruce's lab. "I suppose I grabbed him too hard but I promise I am not a mean boyfriend!"
Clint rolled his eyes. "Okay, Thor, babe, it's not that bad. It's probably just a little sprained. And it's my wrist, so why are you carrying me?"
Thor looked at his boyfriend incredulously. "I hurt you. I am simply helping you now to make up for it, and to prove that I care for you and never intended to hurt you."
"What happened?" Bruce asked, putting down the beaker he had been holding and looking at Clint's swollen, bruised wrist, turning the archer's arm a little so he could see the injury from all angles.
"I accidentally pulled on his arm!" Thor said, his normally happy voice sounding utterly anguished. "I let go as soon as he said it hurt but it had already happened and I am so sorry!"
"It's okay, Thor, I know you didn't do this on purpose," Bruce said in a soothing tone, pressing gently at the injury and apologizing softly when Clint hissed in pain. "It looks like it's just a sprain. There's an x-ray machine a couple floors down so we can make sure, but I think we just need to wrap it up and let it rest for a few days. You'll have to hold off on any archery practice," he added firmly.
"What will I do if I can't train?" Clint asked. He spent most days working on his shot and testing various trick arrows that Tony developed for him. It was rare that a day went by that he wasn't on a mission or practicing.
"Do not fear, Clint. I will take care of you," Thor boomed, kissing the archer's forehead and finally sounding less upset. "I will bring you your meals and assist you with bathing so that you rarely have to leave the bed. That way you will heal sooner."
"Bruce, can you please explain to Mr. Overprotective that I can still walk around with an injured wrist?" Clint asked Bruce, suppressing another roll of the eyes.
Bruce grinned. "He's right, Thor. Since it's his dominant hand, he can't write or do anything like that unless he uses his other hand, but he can walk around and make his own meals. You don't need to be so… extreme in your caring."
Thor shook his head, pulling Clint, who was still in his arms, a little closer to his broad chest. "No. I will help him throughout this time of healing. I am his bed partner, and it is my duty to assist him fully."
"Jesus," Clint muttered under his breath. As much as he loved Thor's fierce loyalty and intense affection, he felt like he would be smothered by his boyfriend's constant, overbearing assistance.
"I care greatly for him, and I will make sure he is completely comfortable and fully rested, so that he may heal sooner. Do not fear, Bruce. I am rather accomplished as a caretaker, as I have often assisted friends who were wounded in battle."
"Oh my God, Thor. This isn't a battle wound, this is a rough-housing sexy foreplay wound," Clint said, not caring that Bruce went beet red and cleared his throat awkwardly. "And it's my own fault. I should know better than to try to spar with you in the training room in hopes it will devolve into sex. You're stronger than I am by far, and you were not aware that this was going to lead to sex so you weren't distracted by the thought."
"Um, how about we go downstairs and get those x-rays done?" Bruce interjected before Thor could respond. He did not want to hear about his teammates' sex lives, especially not sparring foreplay. He'd never be able to see his friends fight without wondering if they were about to fuck. Dammit.
"Yes of course!" Thor boomed, shifting Clint carefully in his arms and following the scientist as he began to walk. "So, what exactly are these… X… rays? Are they dangerous?" He tightened his hold on his boyfriend protectively, "They sound dangerous."
Clint tried to not sigh too loudly. "No, they allow you to see the bones inside the body. That way Bruce can tell if my wrist is broken or not," he explained, leaning his face into Thor's chest. He didn't need to be carried, but that didn't mean he wasn't enjoying it.
"Precisely. Thank you, Clint," Bruce said, glancing over his shoulder to give the archer an appreciative look. He knew how tiring it could sometimes be to explain things to Thor; this world was so different from his. He turned around again and led them to the elevator, letting a small grin quirk his lips. Maybe the responsibility of teaching the Asgardian would fall to Clint from now on. That sounded nice. "There is no need to worry Thor, everything will be just fine."
"Thor, babe, calm down," Clint soothed, reaching his uninjured hand up to pat his lover's broad chest. "You just sprained my wrist is all. Trust me, I have had much, much worse! This," he said, gesturing to his aching wrist, "this is nothing."
"But one's boyfriend should not hurt one like that," Thor protested. "I watched a movie on that Lifetime channel with Jane once and she explained that it's absolutely horrid when a boyfriend hits his partner."
Clint rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought. "Tell me Thor, did you mean to hurt me? Did you enjoy it?"
"No. I did not mean to, and I have felt a little sick ever since it occurred," the Asgardian admitted slowly. "I love you, Clint, I would never enjoy hurting you. Unless it was during that kinkful sex you have expressed interest in and shown me videos of."
Bruce made a strangled choking noise from in front of them and jammed his thumb frantically into the elevator button. "Come on, come on," he whispered desperately, willing it to come faster.
Clint glanced at the scientist and raised a brow, amused, then turned back to look up at Thor. "Well if you love me, and you didn't enjoy hurting me, then that means it wasn't abuse. So you're not a bad boyfriend. Just a damn clumsy one who doesn't know his own strength."
"Is this what kinkful sex is similar to?" Thor asked, not noticing Bruce's embarrassment. "Because if it is, I do not believe I would enjoy it."
Clint laughed, low and deep in his throat. "No Thor, not at all," he said slyly, glancing over at Bruce and smirking at the way his fellow Avenger stiffened noticeably. "S&M requires a lot more… finesse. And you don't break or sprain anything or cause any serious pain. Just a little bit of pain," he practically purred his next words, finding Bruce's reaction hilarious, "You know, enough to make it exciting!"
"Please explain kinkful sex again," Thor said, giving Clint a shy, hopeful look. "I may have misunderstood."
"Alright that is enough!" Bruce nearly shrieked, spinning around on his heel to point an accusing finger at the two. "There will be no more discussion of those things, or so help me Clint can go without an x-ray!"
"Why are you so angry?" Thor asked, looking like a kicked puppy. He then realized who it was that was angry. "I mean, I am very sorry, Bruce. We will discuss something else. Do you have a topic in mind?"
Bruce sighed and rubbed his temples, "I'm not about to turn into the Hulk guys. I have a lot more control than that." At Thor's question, he shrugged and turned around again, stepping into the elevator as it finally arrived with a sharp, bell like sound. "I... I don't know. Talk about the weather or kittens or something. You like kittens."
"Harry Potter has grown up!" Thor boomed excitedly, extremely happy to be able to talk about his kitten; most of his teammates made him shut up about the orange ball of fluff. "He often plays with bits of string!"
"Yep, he's a cute little fluffball alright," Clint chimed in, grinning up at Thor as they entered the elevator. He chuckled a bit at the feeling of his stomach dropping as the elevator went down. "Except when he chewed my shoe last week. You would think the damn thing was a dog the way it acts sometimes."
Bruce just nodded along, not really listening, until they got to the correct floor. He led his friends down a long hall and into an examination room with an x-ray machine and got Clint set up with it before dragging Thor out of the room to watch through the glass as Banner ran the computer.
Thor placed his palms against the cool glass and leaned in far enough to press his nose to it as well, "What is this machine? This does not look safe." Thor's muscles tensed and he breathed through his nose, obviously uncomfortable with the situation, "He will be alright yes? It does not hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt at all, and they are so safe that we even do these for little children," Bruce said soothingly. He punched a couple keys on the computer to run the x-ray. "It'll just be about five minutes, Thor. Calm down, buddy."
Clint squirmed uncomfortably. He could hear his boyfriend's distress from where he was sitting, as the glass separating them was not sound proof, and it made him feel terrible, "It's okay babe, I'm just fine, there's no pain at all I promise," he called out, hoping the Asgardian could hear him.
As soon as Bruce said everything was over, Thor dashed into the room and scooped Clint up in his arms. "Are you okay?" he asked, eyebrows knitting together in worry. "Are you, baby?" He had heard that endearment on a television show and was proud he was using it, like he was really from this planet!
Clint laughed and let Thor pick him up, resting his head against the god's chest, "I'm fine Thor, and nice choice of endearment. I'm gonna guess you got it from a TV show, right?" He grinned as he said this; he had grown to know Thor very well in the time they'd spent together as a couple.
"Yes, sweetie. I learned it in that show about the girl who likes the boy!" Thor explained, cuddling Clint close to him and kissing the archer softly. "I love you, Clint."
"Because that narrows it down," Bruce said dryly about the television show comment as he stepped into the room, crossing his arms.
Clint ignored the scientist and wrapped his good arm around Thor's neck. "I love you too Sparky."
"Bruce? Do you need to care more for Clint or may I take him up to our bedchambers?" Thor asked, not looking away from his boyfriend's face.
"Hold up a minute big guy, I still have to brace his wrist," Bruce explained, holding up a roll of soft medical tape. "Just to make sure he doesn't move it too much. As I suspected, it was just a sprain."
Thor let out a very obvious sigh. "Please do it rather quickly," he said, leaning down to kiss Clint as Bruce started wrapping up the archer's wrist.
The scientist huffed and wound the cloth tape around Clint's wrist quickly and skillfully, "Hold your horses man, it'll just take a second." He ripped the tape at the end and pinned it swiftly with a small, metal latch, "There. Now you can go upstairs and do your... hanky-panky in private."
"Thank you," Thor said, walking quickly to the elevator and pressing the button. He started kissing Clint deeply as they waited for the lift, too excited to wait.
Clint hummed happily into the kiss, then broke it at the disgusted noise Bruce made in response to the display, "Oh, can it, Banner. If it bothers you, then you can just turn the hell away now can't you?" he said sweetly before locking lips with his lover again noisily.
"Maybe you should wait for the next elevator," Thor suggested when the doors opened and he stepped in, pressing Clint's back against the wall and shifting the man in his arms so they were face to face. "Let me know if I am putting you in any pain," he panted softly before pressing his lips against his boyfriend's.
Clint returned the kiss with fervor, pulling away briefly to respond, "Don't touch my wrist and there won't be any pain. The rest of me though, that's fair game," he said, grinning before lifting his good hand up to tangle in Thor's long blond hair, pulling him back down and smashing his lips against the god's.
"Where would you like to be touched?" Thor asked, holding Clint with one hand so he could press the button for the floor his apartment was on. "I'll touch you however you want. We can have kinkful sex or I could give you a blow-work!"
Clint chuckled, "Anywhere Thor, just go easy alright?" He blinked as he was held in one arm, marveling once again at his lover's strength. The moment was ruined however, by Thor's next comment and Clint laughed out loud. "It's kinky sex and blowjob babe."
"Well, do you want either?" Thor asked, a little huffily. He was a tiny bit put out that his boyfriend had laughed at him. He was trying!
Clint laughed harder at the child-like behavior and tilted his head up to kiss Thor's chin. "Yeah I want it. After this whole fiasco, I think you definitely owe me a blowjob."
Thor smiled. "Would you like me to give you a blowjob in the elevator? Or shall I take you up to our bed?"
The archer snorted a laugh at the thought of one of the other Avengers, particularly Bruce or Natasha, walking in on that scenario. "Ahhh... maybe it's best if we don't do it where someone can catch us. Don't think they'd appreciate seeing it, even if we are incredibly good-looking men."
"But you said last night that you wanted me to be more adventurous," Thor said, sounding a little confused. "Is not the elevator adventurous?"
Clint pondered this, even going so far as to tap his chin with one finger dramatically, "Hmm… you know what? You're right! Who cares if the others might see? Let's do it right here and right now," he said, a sly grin spreading across his face.
Thor's face lit up, happy that he was making Clint happy. "When you say 'do it,' do you mean have intercourse or am I to give you a blowjob?" he asked.
"Blowjob, but we'll see if one thing leads to another," he said smoothly, "But you're going to have to put me down first."
Thor gingerly put Clint down, carefully unbuttoning and unzipping the archer's pants before pulling out the man's cock. He licked at the tip happily, then wrapped his lips around it and began to suck teasingly at the head.
Clint groaned low in his throat and gripped at Thor's hair with both hands, mussing it with his fingers. "A-ah, good… just like that, babe." He had spent a few of their sexual encounters teaching Thor how to give a good blowjob. The man had been absolutely hopeless at first, but Clint quickly found that his lover was a fast learner.
Thor sucked another inch down into his mouth, pressing his tongue on the underside. He reached a hand up and squeezed at Clint's balls, trying to remember how hard his boyfriend enjoyed his grip on his testicles.
The archer gave a long, low moan and bucked his hips slightly. "H-harder dammit!" he panted as the other man started to fondle his balls, "You should… ahhn… remember this, I've told you so many times b-before…"
Thor whined apologetically around Clint's thick erection, clamping his hand down hard on his boyfriend's balls and sucking the man down so far that his nose was buried in the archer's pubic hair.
Clint grinned at the whine before his face screwed up in pleasure as he was taken in further. "Hnngh y-yes. Th-thor...!" He used all of the self-control he could muster to not just thrust into that hot, wet mouth. He definitely didn't want to discourage the god. It was then that he remembered he had a damn god kneeling on the ground and sucking his cock. The sudden rush of power caused heat to coil low in his stomach.
Thor sucked even harder, squeezing a little tighter on Clint's balls, blunt fingernails digging into the sensitive skin. His own erection was starting to get painfully stifled by his jeans, but he wasn't sure what to do about it.
Clint threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, crying out sharply in pleasure. The heat was starting to spread throughout his entire body now and he knew he was getting close. He opened one eye to look down at Thor and quickly spotted the bulge in his jeans. "Touch yourself," he ordered, wanting to feel in control some more.
Thor reached down and rubbed the base of his palm roughly over the throbbing erection trapped in his jeans. He squeezed Clint's balls even harder, wondering if it would ever get to be too much for the archer.
Clint growled and tightened his grip on Thor's hair, "D-don't be shy now, I can handle a bit of rough," he panted out, "Drag your teeth along it a bit, let a finger or two wander, you know." He let out a breathless laugh, "Or maybe ya don't. I still have a lot of teaching to do, I think."
Eager to please, Thor scraped his teeth down Clint's throbbing erection, squeezing his balls as hard as he dared with one hand, pressing on his own erection with the other.
The archer groaned loudly, "Yeah, just like that. Keep goin' j-just like that," he said encouragingly, stroking Thor's head with a hand. "I don't know how long his is gonna satisfy me, buddy. I think… I need you inside me. Pretty damn soon also."
"I am not satisfying?" Thor asked, popping off Clint's erection with a sad look on his face. "I am trying very hard!"
Clint laughed, "No, Thor, you were just fine. I just really want to feel all of you right now, not just your mouth." He smirked seductively and ran a hand down the back of Thor's neck to rest on his shoulder, "Come on up here big guy. We got work to do."
"I do not have lubrication and the condoms with me," Thor said, obviously not sure about this. "What do we do?"
"We can do without Thor. You see, we have this natural lubrication called saliva." He grinned and pulled Thor up to his height, wrapping his arms around the Asgardian's waist, "It'll hurt more, but that's what makes it exciting!"
"Should I undress?" Thor asked, rubbing his hips roughly against Hawkeye's and moaning loudly. "Oh! My penis very much needs stimulation, Clint!"
"Yes, you definitely should undress. Can't do this any other way," Clint purred. He really wanted to see and feel all of his lover right now. Chuckling a bit, he added, "I know it does Thor. Pull your pants down and I'll take care of it."
Thor immediately threw off his shirt, the cotton landing on the floor of the elevator with a soft noise. He was desperate and needy, so he was happy to yank his jeans down. "I am not wearing undergarments! As you requested!" he said proudly.
Clint choked out another laugh at the declaration, nearly doubling over. "V-very good Thor! I see you are being a good listener." He raked his eyes over his lover's form hungrily, appreciating the strong, prominent muscles of his abdomen.
Thor squirmed around a bit to try to get his jeans off, managing to kick one leg of the pants off, the other getting stuck around his ankle. "Please, Clint! My testicles are rather blue!" he groaned, trying to use the slang Tony had taught him.
"You mean you have blue balls, Thor." Once the god's jeans were down, Clint reached out immediately to wrap his hand around the thick, twitching cock. "Somehow I always forget just how big you are," he said as he began to slowly pump his hand up and down.
Thor groaned happily, leaning his head on Clint's shoulder as he shuddered in pleasure. "How big do you think I am in human measures?" he panted, grinding into his boyfriend's tight grip. "I would like to know. Tony said that sometimes men compare, and I would like to be able to take part should that occur."
Clint moaned, moving his hand down to squeeze at Thor's balls before letting it travel up the shaft of his cock again firmly. "I'm really not sure. Big. Like closer to a full foot probably." He kept his eyes on said cock and licked his lips.
"Is that big for humans? You are the only one I have ever been with," Thor admitted, thrusting forward into Clint's hand again. "Clint! If we do not commence with the intercourse soon I shall be done before we begin!"
"Yeah, Thor… it's big. Really big," he chuckled and twisted around, bracing the palms of his hands on the elevator wall and spreading his legs, "Alright Mr. Impatient. Then I want you to fuck me hard right against this wall.
"How will we lubricate?" Thor asked, not sure how he was supposed to use saliva. "And you must wait a minute, Clint, I need to open you up."
"I know, Thor," he said, his body trembling with impatience. He was ready to come, and he was ready to come now. "J-just stick your fingers in you mouth and coat them with spit. That'll do just fine."
Thor sucked on his fingers, covering them with as much spit as he could before pressing one into Clint's waiting body, immediately curling it to search for that bump that always made his boyfriend scream in pleasure.
The archer tensed slightly at the intrusion but forced himself to relax, "A-aah... good babe... good." Suddenly he let out a hoarse cry, pushing his hips down to force the digit in further, "Ahhhn! There, Thor! Again!"
Thor smiled proudly, glad he was giving Clint pleasure, and rubbed his finger over that spot again, scratching at it gently with his fingernail. He kissed and licked at the archer's back as he did so, and was so into all of it that he didn't notice the elevator dinging or the doors opening.
Natasha rolled her eyes at Tony started in on another one of his stories. The man's ego was so large that she was certain his head would just completely burst one day. Sighing, she pushed the button to hail the elevator. "Yes, that's very nice Stark..."
Tony was about to try to Natasha listen to him when the elevator opened and… "What the…?" he said, seeing Clint braced against the wall, moaning in pleasure as a very naked Thor fingered him. Oh, fuck. Tony could feel his cock go from soft to throbbing hard in about two seconds.
Natasha, on the other hand, stared at the scene with wide eyes. She was silent for a few moments, alternating her gaze between the two men getting hot and sweaty in the elevator and the bulge that was noticeably growing in Tony's jeans. Finally, she spoke again.
"No way in hell," she said calmly, shaking her head before turning swiftly on her heel and striding away.
Tony, obnoxious man that he was, just stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the penthouse, settling in the corner to watch and taking his cock out.
Clint, still panting and trembling in pleasure, glared over at Tony, "Do you mind?" He snapped, feeling a little possessive at the moment. He wanted this to be him and Thor, with no interruption. Or did he...?
"No, I don't mind," Tony said with a smirk, sucking in a shaky breath as he gave himself a good strong stroke. "Go on, guys."
Thor looked up at Clint, not sure what to do. "Should I stop and throw him out?"
Clint pondered this for a moment then smirked, looking back at his lover. "No Thor. Keep going." He turned his gaze to Tony and gave him a smoldering look through half-lidded eyes. "If Stark wants a show, then we'll give him a show."
Thor scratched his boyfriend's prostate again, leaning up against him to whisper into his ear. "Do you want me to just finger you until you achieve release, or should I penetrate you?"
Clint moaned, rough and deep, and arched his back. "A-Ah! I n-need you inside me Thor. Now!" he cried out, reaching a hand back to grasp Thor's hip encouragingly.
"But I have only opened you with one finger so far," Thor protested, even more worried about hurting Clint than usual, due to his boyfriend's sprain.
"That's fine Thor, I promise." The archer kept a heated gaze on Tony as he spoke. "I like a bit of pain, remember?"
Thor nodded and spat on his hand, spreading the saliva over his erection before nudging the head against Clint's hole. "Let me know if it hurts too much," he whispered, kissing and nipping at his boyfriend's neck as he began to push in slowly.
Tony watched the scene with wide, glazed over eyes. "O-oh. Oh shit. You guys really don't waste any time, do you?" He stroked himself leisurely, licking his lips. "Hey lightening rod. Do ya think I could join this little party?"
"You... may not touch my... man," Thor grunted, having trouble putting together a sentence. Clint's body was the tightest thing he'd ever felt, and it was hard to concentrate with the man squeezing him like that. "Oh, God, Clint!"
Clint nearly shouted in intense pleasure as Thor managed to find his prostate, clawing at the wall with his good hand, "Damn straight," he agreed, glaring at Tony, "Mine," he reiterated sharply.
Tony shrugged; well, he couldn't join, but they were letting him watch, and that was pretty good. He squeezed himself and started going to town on his erection, not even trying to hold in his moans.
Thor thrust in a little farther. "Tell me what you need," he purred into Clint's ear before biting down on the archer's earlobe playfully.
Clint alternated between panting and groaning loudly, feeling himself spiraling closer and closer to the edge. "H-harder… faster... t-touch me!" he begged, his voice hoarse from overuse.
"Already?" Thor grunted disappointedly, but he did as he was told and thrust in harder, speeding up his rhythm and going as deep as he could, reaching a hand around to jerk Clint in time with his thrusts.
"Oh d-don't sound so disappointed," Clint panted out, "We h-have something that is making it m-more exciting this time." He glanced over at Tony. Though he hadn't admitted it before, it had always been a fantasy of his to have sex with someone watching.
"B-but I'm not close to ach-chieving release," Thor whined, thrusting desperately into his boyfriend.
Tony perked up at that. "Maybe I could help?" he asked hopefully.
"Wh-what exactly are y-you proposing?" Thor grunted suspiciously; he wasn't really into anyone other than Clint touching him sexually at the moment. Thor took monogamy very seriously.
"I could just, you know, help things along." He looked away, pretending to brush something off his sleeve nonchalantly, "It seems like the logical thing to do, since you still seem to have the blue balls."
"I do n-not understand how you plan t-to assist me," Thor groaned, squeezing Clint's erection and twisting his hand on the upstroke before digging his thumbnail into the slit in a way that he knew his boyfriend particularly enjoyed.
Clint cried out again, bucking his hips into the hand, "I-if you keep that up...I definitely...won't last…" he gasped out, moaning and arching his back. He glanced at Tony again. "Y-yeah… please… e-elaborate."
Thor grinned as he remembered a film that Clint had shown him on the inter-nets. "What if you don't... oh! don't last and I keep going a-after you release?" he purred, slapping the archer's ass with his free hand. "Like in that movie you showed me in b-bed last night?"
Would you l-like that?" Clint asked, groaning at the slap. As he often claimed, he really did like a bit of pain. "Because it's l-lookin' like that may be how it g-goes this time."
"I will like it if y-you enjoy it," Thor groaned, digging his thumbnail into Clint's slit again as he pounded incessantly into the smaller man. "But I... I am a god, I'm g-going to last a while."
Clint's moans grew more and more desperate as each of Thor's thrusts slammed into his prostate. Between that and the hand on his cock, it was becoming far too much for him to handle. "A-ah! Thor! I - hnnng!"
Tony stared, fisting his cock once again. "Goddamn this is sexy. You sure I can't help out?"
"You may release if y-you need," Thor groaned loudly, biting at Clint's neck.
That was all Clint needed to hear. He arched his back sharply, howling his release as thick strands of cum splattered onto the wall in front of him.
Thor groaned loudly as Clint came, the archer's body spasming wonderfully around his aching erection. He continued to pound into Clint roughly, trusting his boyfriend to tell him if it became too much. "A-and how do you w-want to assist us, Stark?"
Tony bucked his hips into his hand, watching the display with wide eyes. "Sh-shit that's hot." He looked at Thor. "Maybe I should just show you with the hands on approach, yeah?"
"I o-only touch Clint s-sexually," the god told Tony firmly; well, as firmly as he could while fucking his post-orgasm boyfriend into the elevator wall.
"Yeah, sure, I get that," the billionaire said, holding his hands up in a placating manner. "But what if I just touch you, no returning the favor required?" ge offered, giving his best seductive grin.
Thor wasn't sure about that, and he leaned against Clint to whisper in his ear. "Is th-that okay?" he gasped, angling his thrusts a little better and letting out a whimper. "I understand if you w-want to be excl-lusive and momoganous."
Clint was leaning his forehead against the cool metal wall, his body still trembling from the force of his orgasm and Thor's thrusts into him. "Yeah sure... fine... good... yeaaaaahhh," he drawled, too sated to even correct Thor's pronunciation of monogamous.
"G-go ahead, Tony," Thor moaned, running his hands over Clint's back lovingly.
Tony grinned at the permission and sashayed over to stand behind Thor. He leaned in and whispered into the Asgardian's ear, "I'm not trying to come between you two. I just want to help you out, Stark style." Smirking, he put a hand on Thor's hip, moving it up slowly. "Just tell me where you want me to touch."
Thor wasn't sure what to say. "My p-penis is already stimu-ulated, so I do n-not know..." he muttered, blushing as Tony touched him.
Tony laughed, "You gotta learn to think outside the box, Thor! There are lots of places I could touch..." His hand strayed to Thor's chest to pinch and roll a nipple.
Thor just moaned loudly and kept jackhammering his hips into Clint, biting his lip as he tried to get himself closer just by thinking sexy thoughts about his boyfriend. Mm, that time he had walked in on Clint touching himself had been amazing. With that image in his head, he shut his eyes and felt his balls tighten a bit. "Cl-Clint?" he groaned, hands pawing at the archer's hips.
Clint glanced back, still breathing heavily as he was pounded against the elevator wall. "H-hey Thor. How're you doing back there babe?" he said in a hoarse, satisfied tone.
"I-I believe I will a-achieve release soon," Thor admitted with a loud grunt.
The archer chuckled roughly and reached a hand back to stroke the nearest part of his lover, which happened to be Thor's hip. "Good," he replied huskily, then demanded, "Come for me."
"A-almost," Thor corrected Clint, biting his boyfriend's neck as he felt Tony pinching his nipple extra hard. "It may b-be another m-minute!"
Tony grinned and let his other hand trail up and down Thor's muscled stomach as he continued to pinch and roll a nipple. "You know what? This is fun! We should do this more often."
Thor let out a grunt, louder than any of his previous ones, and came hard, hips stuttering against Clint's ass as he spilled himself inside his teammate.
Clint gave a low, happy moan as he felt his lover fill him. He sagged against the wall and panted out praise, now completely sated. He was too wrapped up in a haze of pleasure to listen to the conversation starting between Thor and Tony.
It took Thor a minute to catch his breath, but once he did, he gave Tony a little look. "Are you expecting to be invited all the time now?"
Tony glanced at the archer and grinned. "You certainly seem to know how to please a man, Thor. But no, if we did it all the time it would get stale. Boring. Unexciting. This has to be a rare, unexpected thing if it happens again, yeah?"
"Boring?" Thor repeated indignantly. "Unexciting? Excuse me, does Clint seem bored to you? I do not get boring. I will invite you to join us twice a week if it will prove I'm not boring."
The billionaire let a sly, wide grin stretch his lips, knowing that Thor wouldn't be able to see it. "Well, if you insist my friend. I see no possible way to refuse such a challenge." He pulled away from Thor and began to tuck his still-hard cock into his jeans again. He supposed he'd just deal with that little problem later.
Clint knew that Tony had gently manipulated Thor into that, but he didn't mind a couple threesomes a week. In fact, that sounded hot. "Tony?" he mumbled, noticing through of his post-orgasmic haze that the genius was tucking his cock back into his pants despite it still being erect. "Do you want some help with that?"
Tony tilted his head up to look at Clint with appraising eyes. Then he let a smile overtake his face again as he halted his actions. "If that's an offer, then hell yes," he replied, narrowing his eyes seductively.
"Want me to help, or should I lend you my boyfriend?" Clint asked with a little giggle. "Because I can do either of those."
Tony looked between the two of them with appreciative eyes, "Now don't put such a decision on me. That's far too difficult, even for someone with a genius IQ." He stepped back a bit and posed, proud and unashamed. "So I'll put it on you. Which one of you wants to come and help me out?"
Clint rolled his eyes, used to ignoring Tony's obnoxiousness. "Look, Tony, either you choose or we'll go back to our quarters without helping you at all and you can jerk off all alone in your room."
The genius snorted and put his hands on his hips, raising a brow at Clint. "Fine then. Why don't you put that mouth of yours to better use, Clint?"
Grinning, Clint carefully peeled himself away from Thor, giving the Asgardian a quick, loving kiss before sinking to his knees in front of Tony to fulfill the billionaire's needs.
Tony chuckled low in his throat and leaned back against the elevator wall. "That's it Clinty," he praised, unable to keep a bit of arrogance from slipping into his voice, "You're not going to freak out about this, are you lightening rod?" he asked, directing that question to Thor.
Giving Tony a tiny, petulant little glare, Thor scooted across the elevator to lean against Clint's back, kissing the archer's shoulder. He wasn't quite sure what he was trying to convey, possession of his boyfriend or acceptance of what the man was doing for Tony with his wonderful little mouth.
Clint glanced up at the two as he swirled his tongue around the head of Tony's cock. He hoped the two would not start having some strange little pissing contest while he was trying to give someone a blowjob. He reached the hand that wasn't wrapped around the base of the billionaire's length back to pat Thor, asking silently if this was all right with his lover.
Thor, determined to keep demonstrating to Tony that Clint belonged to him, not the inventor, leaned in to suck and kiss roughly at the archer's neck, marking him in a way that would last a couple days.
Clint shuddered at the feeling of that mouth on his neck and let out a contented hum, sending vibrations through the hardened flesh of Tony's cock.
Happy with the noises he was causing, Thor nipped gently at Clint's neck.
Tony groaned loudly. "Oh, yeah, Clint! Just like that!" he ground out, tangling his hands in the younger man's hair.
Clint groaned again at Thor's ministrations before focusing his attention back to pleasing the arrogant billionaire in front of him. He gently squeezed and massaged Tony's heavy balls in with one hand as he took the thick cock further into his mouth.
"Yeah, Clint, squeeze my balls," Tony purred, gently yanking the archer forward by his short hair. "Mm, I like it when my goods get manhandled," he added.
Clint raised an eyebrow at Tony's reaction. He would have made a mocking noise, but the hardened flesh filling his mouth made it too difficult. Instead he hummed in annoyance, sending vibrations through Tony's cock as the archer continued to fondle and squeeze around the billionaire's sac.
Tony groaned. "Come on, Clint, don't you know how to manhandle? Get rough with 'em," he demanded, thrusting forward gently.
Clint looked up at Tony and growled a bit, biting down slightly on the cock in his mouth to show his annoyance. The archer wasn't a fan of being ordered around, especially by someone who wasn't even his real lover. Nevertheless, he began to squeeze and rub harder at Tony's balls, sometimes raking his nails along the sensitive flesh.
Thor nuzzled close into Clint's neck, needing his boyfriend to pay attention to him a little so that he didn't feel like he was being ignored.
As Thor began to cuddle into him, Clint realized that he would have to deal with both of them. Huffing, he took Thor's hand in one of his own and guided it down to his lower stomach, making his demand obvious.
"Are you already erect again?" Thor purred into Clint's ear, slowly moving his hand down the flat plane of his boyfriend's stomach. "I find that rather arousing. Did I make you erect again when I continued having sex with you after you had achieved orgasm?"
Clint shuddered at the deep, rough tone of his lover's voice. He was indeed already half-hard due to Thor's actions, and he twitched his hips encouragingly as the god's hand began to travel down further. At the same time, he kept eagerly sucking and letting his tongue travel along Tony's cock.
Thor slid his hand down a few more inches and rubbed at Clint, not stroking him yet, just moving his hand over the archer's erection, waiting for it to reach full hardness.
Against the wall, Tony was panting harshly, hips jerking gently forward. "Harder, dammit," he hissed at Clint, wanting more roughness.
Clint bucked his hips into Thor's hands eagerly, groaning. His last orgasm had left him very sensitive, and it didn't take much before he was fully erect.
Growling again at Tony's demand, the archer grasped the balls in his hand hard, rubbing firmly. He took Tony into his mouth as far as possible and sucked hard. Then he began to pull off, scraping his teeth down the length and placing a harsh nip at the head.
"Oh, God!" Tony screamed, in heaven from Clint's biting teeth. "Oh, Jesus fuck! Again!" he begged, never having felt something so sexy as the archer nipping at the engorged head of his cock.
Clint made a haughty, satisfied noise and continued to nip and nibble hard around the head of Tony's erection, running his tongue over the slit every once in a while.
Thor wrapped his hand lazily around Clint, not moving it. He knew the other man would thrust into his fist soon; he seemed to be nice and desperate already.
The archer continued arching his hips into Thor's hand, nearly whining when his lover refused to get down to business an just touch him the way he needed.
Tony groaned loudly. "Oh, oh, God!" he cried out, wrapping his fingers even more tightly in Clint's hair as he tried to remember to breathe, the intense pleasure intermingling with pain as the archer's teeth dug into his erection just slightly. He wondered in the back of his fogged-up mind if the other man's teeth would leave marks. "Clint? I want to come!"
Clint grunted his approval and took in Tony's cock all the way down to the base, contracting the muscles of his throat around it in a hard suck. Then he began to move his mouth back up, and scraped and nipped his teeth harshly up the length and to and around the head.
"Cl-Clint? I'm ab-bout to..." Tony ground out, biting his lip and trying to force it out quickly. That didn't work; he should know better than to try to force it like that. He dropped his head back against the wall and sank down hard, letting himself just feel the unbelievable pleasure.
Clint moaned around Tony's cock and began to give hard sucks to the head, intermingled with nips, trying to coax the genius into orgasm.
Thor squeezed gently around his boyfriend's erection, kissing gently at the assassin's neck as he did so. "I love you," he whispered into Clint's skin, not sure if he was loud enough to be heard.
When Thor finally wrapped his hand around the archer's erection, Clint bucked his hips again. But when he felt the 'I love you' against his skin, he rubbed a hand up and down Thor's thick arm and hummed his appreciation and reciprocation.
Gasping loudly and uncontrollably, Tony shuddered against the wall before coming hard down Clint's throat, hips twitching as he let out a relieved whimper.
Thor buried his face deeper into his man's neck, voice suddenly full of emotion. It was an odd time to have so many feelings, but he couldn't help it. May it was seeing Clint being sexy with another man; it was hot but it stirred up feelings of possessiveness, which in turn made him think of how much he adored the archer. All of this led to more muffled declarations of love. "I love you more than I previously believed possible," he said softly. "I love you so much, Clint."
Clint groaned happily as he felt the hot seed shoot into his mouth, and he swallowed all of it quickly and skillfully. He pulled his mouth off of Tony's cock with a 'pop', licking the head of any last traces of cum before pulling completely away.
It was then that he really tuned into the sweet, heartfelt words of love Thor was whispering into his neck. He smiled softly and turned his head to touch his cheek to the top of his lover's head. "I love you too, Thor," he replied in a rough, low voice, a tinge of amusement coming through at how emotional his boyfriend could get.
"I never want to leave you," Thor continued, kissing gently at the skin beneath his lips. "You can have sex with whomever you desire, as long as you come back to me at the end of the day and just let me love you."
Clint chuckled softly and leaned back into Thor. "And the same goes for me, big guy. Though I would prefer if we did things together, even if another person is involved." He pressed a kiss to the nearest part of his lover's head and ran a hand up and down his arm. "Now...could you please...?" He bucked his hips slightly
Thor smiled at that, glad that Clint preferred sex with him, even when he gave the archer the option of having other people. "Oh, yes. My apologies, I was overcome with emotions and rather forgot that you are in need of stimulation," he said, blushing as he started jerking his boyfriend off with strong, quick strokes.
Clint writhed and gasped, arching his back and pressing his hips into Thor's hand. "Th-Thor! Ah...p-please!" He knew he wouldn't last long with how sensitive he still was. Every one of Thor's strokes made waves of incredible pleasure roll through him.
Tony watched them with hooded eyes, a little jealous that those two were so obviously in love even though he was alone… no, no, he couldn't think like that. He was pretty sure he would be invited for a couple threesomes a week, and he wasn't going to turn that down. That was good enough for now, even if he didn't get a relationship like Clint and Thor's.
"I love you," Thor purred again, thumbing at Clint's slit as he nuzzled the archer's neck again.
That was all it took to send Clint crashing over the edge. With a gasping cry of ecstasy, the archer bucked his hips one last, desperate time and came hard over Thor's hand and the floor of the elevator. As he started to slowly come down from his high, it felt as if he and Thor were the only ones in the room. He dropped his head back onto his lover's shoulder and sighed contentedly. "Love you," he mumbled affectionately.
Tony cleared his throat awkwardly, not sure what to do or say as he tucked himself slowly back into his jeans and zipped up, pressing the button for the penthouse and, after a second of looking at Thor and Clint wrapped up in each other on the floor, the button for the floor with Thor's apartment.
"You really do?" Thor asked the archer softly, struggling to believe that someone so wonderful as Clint could really love him. "I just adore you so much," he whispered, then his eyes opened wide. "Your wrist!" he boomed worriedly, looking down to check on his boyfriend's injury. "You were employing both hands to touch me and Tony at the same time and I fear you have worsened the injury!"
Clint laughed and kissed him again. "Yes, Thor, I really do. And yes, I know." At the mention of his wrist, he looked down at the bandaged joint. He only felt a slight throbbing from his use of the hand; he had been careful not to really twist or use the wrist. "I'm fine, don't worry. I promise, I didn't hurt myself."
He stood to his feet, using Thor's shoulder as a balance. When he was upright again, he looked at Tony and gave the billionaire a crooked grin. "And how about you, Tony? Are you satisfied?" be near-purred.
"Are you sure it is not any worse?" Thor asked worriedly. "I think we need to get you into bed for rest and recuperation right away, just to be sure," he added quickly, glad Tony had hit the button for the elevator.
"I already told you. I'm fine, babe. Don't stress yourself out." Clint patted Thor's shoulder soothingly, trying to convey through his touch that he really was all right. He knew how ridiculous Thor could get if he thought otherwise. The man took overprotective to a whole new level.
Thor glanced up at Tony with a tired smile. "Was that to your liking?" he asked the man, amazed that the billionaire had been silent for the last couple minutes. He glanced around. "Oh, I should probably put my garments back on..."
Tony glanced over his shoulder from where he stood at the elevator door, his back to the couple. He plastered on a quick, arrogant grin. "Yeah, it was great. You two are... quite the pair, aren't you?" He gave a half-hearted laugh.
"Tony?" Clint asked softly. "Are you okay?" The genius was not terribly convincing right now. "I'm sorry we got all mushy on you, man, you shouldn't have had to watch that."
Thor nodded vehemently. "Tony, you are our friend and we would like to make you feel comfortable, especially as we are going to be welcoming you into our sexual experiences a few times a week now."
Tony shook his head and held up a hand in a placating gesture. "I already told you not to worry about it. I'm fine, I just-" He stopped in the middle of his sentence to grin a little at Thor's statement, happy for a change in subject. "A few times a week, huh? Sounds like a party. I promise, Iron man's going to change your whole view on 'sexual experiences,'" he said arrogantly.
Thor stifled a laugh. "I think you forget that I am over a millennium old, Tony. I have done more things than you can possibly imagine," he told the billionaire.
Clint tried not to smirk in Thor's face; the god may have thought he knew everything, but he did not even understand basic kinky sex. He would probably blush horribly at what Tony would suggest. "Just how are you planning to rock our world, Stark?"
Tony raised a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture. "Shh, I can't tell you that! That'd just ruin all the fun, now wouldn't it?" The genius really was looking forward to their time together, even if watching the intimacy Clint and Thor shared made his stomach ache slightly.
"Oh, come on, give us a hint," Clint wheedled, giving Tony his best Bambi eyes in an attempt to make him spill the beans. "Thor needs something to fantasize about in the shower!"
Tony laughed, then grinned slyly. "Well… I've been working on something. And this something involves very, very strong, flexible material. Something that would be very useful for tying someone down." He glanced at Thor and grinned, "Even a god."
Thor shook his head. "I do not occupy the bottom position while copulating," he said firmly. "And I have enough to visualize while bathing, Clint. I enjoy thinking of you." He gave Tony a smile when the doors opened a few floors below the penthouse, gathering his and Clint's clothes before picking up the archer. "We will see you around," he said, then left the elevator and headed toward his and Hawkeye's apartment.
Before the elevator doors closed, Tony called out, "No one said you had to bottom big guy!"
Clint glanced back and shook his head, grinning. "Having Tony around is going to be quite the adventure." As they walked back towards their apartment, Clint linked his arm with Thor's larger one and grinned up at him. "Quite the day, huh?"
"Yes, it had been a rather exciting day," Thor agreed, lifting his boyfriend once more and putting him carefully into bed before covering him with a sheet and soft blanket, not bothering to get him dressed. "Now, you are not to get out of bed except to visit the toilet. I will get you anything you need, be it food, entertainment, drink, kisses, or anything else. If you desire to bathe, I will help you. It was irresponsible of me to let that tryst in the elevator occur when you need to be healing."
Clint rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation, but didn't move from his spot. He knew that if he did, Thor would immediately just put him back. Sometimes his lover's much superior strength could be a pain in the ass. "I'm fine, Thor, honestly. It's just my wrist." He waved said wrist in the air to strengthen his point. "I don't need you to get me anything. Just come over here, would ya?" he asked, patting the spot next to him on the bed. "Besides, I enjoyed our little romp in the elevator. Didn't you?"
Thor sat down on the bed, nodding slowly. "I did enjoy it greatly," he admitted. "But I believe it overexerted you. Even if it did not affect the injured limb, it still drained energy your body can use to heal."
"I'm tougher than I look babe. I'll be fine." But Clint frowned at the thought of not being able to practice his archery for a while. Of course he had to injure the body part that was a necessity for him to fight effectively. But he didn't blame Thor for that at all, just his own rotten luck.
"I know you are tough," Thor said as soothingly as he could; with his booming voice, however, the effect was not terribly soothing. "But your wrist is very important to the Avengers and to SHIELD, so we need to let you heal as quickly as possible."
Clint laughed and prodded Thor in the side, amused at his boyfriend's attempts to be "soothing." "I think your voice only comes in one volume, Thor. Remember that time you tried to 'whisper' to me?" It had legitimately sounded as loud as Thor's normal voice, and what he had been saying was not exactly appropriate. And Natasha and Brue had been in the room. "And I already told you not to worry, I'll be up and running in no time. You'll see." He flashed Thor a confident smile to reassure him.
"I am learning to whisper, am I not?" Thor asked proudly, a huge smile on his face. "I believe I am rather good at it by now!" He chewed his lip, looking at Clint suspiciously. "You may prove it to me, but only if you do as I stay and keep to your bed.
Clint shook his head, chuckling. "Not so much, babe. But we'll work on it some more later." He smiled at the worry still obvious in Thor's expression, and put a hand on the god's large forearm. "I'll prove it to you, but I really don't want to stay in bed all day! This," Clint indicated to his lean, muscled form, "doesn't come from sitting around in bed."
"I understand that, Clint, I truly do, but a few days in bed will not utterly sap your strength," Thor said, shaking his head. "And what do you mean, not so much? Tony informed me yesterday that he believes that I whisper well!"
Clint grumbled and crossed his arms, looking away. "It might," he said a bit childishly. "And when I say not so much, I mean not at all. You 'whisper' in your normal tone of voice. And yes, Tony would tell you that." He knew he was snapping a bit at his boyfriend, but he was feeling a little irritated. His wrist hurt and he didn't like the idea of staying in bed for so long.
Thor felt rather hurt that Clint was being so short with him, so he got off the bed and went to the closet, pretending to look through it, his lower lip trembling a little. That had hurt his feelings, and he hated it when people were mean to him. He grew up with Loki, so he'd had enough of people snapping at him.
Clint watched Thor as he moved and sighed when he saw him 'looking through' the closet. Except it was obvious to the archer that he wasn't actually doing anything over there. Guilt coiled in his chest and he made a small noise of discomfort. "Thor… I'm sorry, all right? I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I'm just… kind of in a bad mood. I shouldn't take it out on you." He smiled and patted the bed again. "Will you please come back?"
Thor tried to hide a sniffle and shook his head, continuing to push clothes around on their hangers, not wanting to seem stupid and upset in front of his boyfriend. "I'm looking for things," he said, his voice a little tight and very unconvincing.
Clint frowned deeper and furrowed his brow. It was obvious that he'd upset his lover, and he felt terrible about it. The tension he heard in Thor's voice was the final straw. "No, you're not, babe. I can tell. If you don't come back over here, then I'm going to get out of bed and come over to you."
"I am busy at the moment," Thor insisted. "I am looking for my red shirt. I shall return to bed and cuddle with you in a moment." He made sure to throw his red shirt into the back of the closet so he could stay here, "searching" aimlessly, until he didn't feel so sad.
Clint raised an eyebrow, slightly amused by his partner's stubbornness. "Alright, I'm getting up. On my feet. Out of bed." He swung his legs over the side of the mattress and stood. Then he started walking towards Thor. "I'm coming over. And you're probably going to get a hug, just so you know."
"You need to rest," Thor said, looking deeper into the closet. His lip was still trembling a little so he wanted to avoid the archer's gaze as long as he could.
Clint chuckled deeply and stepped right up behind Thor. "If you want me to rest, you're going to have to sit with me." He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's thick waist, being careful with his injured wrist. "Come on now, you know I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
"You used your angry tone," Thor said, voice a little quieter than usual due to his unhappiness. "I spent hundreds and hundreds of years with everybody speaking to me in an angry tone, and I just want there to be someone who does not take such a tone with me."
Clint shook his head then rested his forehead against Thor's upper back. "That wasn't my angry voice, babe. If it was, you would know. And I'd never use it on you because you never do anything to deserve it. What you heard was my annoyed voice." He patted Thor's stomach with his uninjured hand. "And I wasn't annoyed at you. Just at the situation."
Thor sighed. "My apologies, Clint. I just felt rather upset due to my upbringing in Asgard. Odin Allfather has always been a blunt man, and having a brother such as Loki… well, it is not easy. Until I came to Midgard the first time and then returned, I had always been spoken to in angry or annoyed voices," he explained, a little shyly.
Clint nodded against Thor's back and tightened his hold. "I understand. Well, I don't understand in the sense that you do but... argh you know what I mean." Clint wasn't always the best at expressing his feelings, but then again, Thor was even worse. "And I'm sorry I snapped at you, I really didn't intend to hurt you, and you know that. Can you please forgive me?"
"O-okay," Thor mumbled, gently grabbing Clint's good hand and tugging the smaller man carefully back into bed with him, rubbing the archer's back. "What were your parents like, Clint? You do not often speak of them."
Clint sighed and threw an arm over Thor. "That's because I never knew them. I was alone when I was picked up by the circus." He shrugged, "Maybe it was for the best. I missed all of the family drama," he said, giving a half-hearted smile. Despite what he said, never knowing his parents had always been a bit of a thorn in Clint's side.
Thor knew that Clint was not as happy as he pretended to be; the god was adorably cheerful and confused about Earth, but he was not stupid. "I am willing to share some family drama if you would like to experience some," he joked, trying to lighten the mood. "Believe me. My family has enough to last eternity."
Clint smiled and nodded, leaning his head against Thor's shoulder. "I guess that would be nice. Only because your family is absolutely crazy." He smiled wider and patted his lover's arm. "No offense."
Thor let out a booming laugh. "None taken," he said happily, his hurt feelings already forgotten. "I recognize how terribly odd my family is-even by Asgardian standards."
Fin
A.N.: We decided to just keep adding chapters to this instead of doing a series of oneshots. They will be disjointed in most cases :) Please leave us reviews. Those make us happy.
