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Chapter 4

Clint knew that he was pushing it.

It was the final round of the competition and Clint had been doing the same thing that he had always done for every competition. He rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, held out his bow, and released his arrow, hitting the bull's eye with an ease that his team mates would kill for. But Bruce was in the crowd and Clint was doing everything with the intent of torturing his boyfriend. Every stretch, every flex of muscle, every move that Clint made was done with an agonizingly slow grace and patience that no one but Bruce would recognize as being teasing and flaunting. He purposefully moved so that his uniform would lift up and expose his skin. Somewhere in his mind, Clint knew that doing the things he had been doing wasn't exactly a good idea, but he couldn't help himself.

Two weeks had passed since his first date with the science teacher, and thanks to Coulson and the competition, Clint didn't have a lot of time to spend with his boyfriend. In-school hours didn't count because, well, they were in school and couldn't exactly reveal to the entire student body and faculty that they were together. And practice got in the way of them spending time together after school, especially since they had to prepare for the competition. With practice and homework to take up a majority of his time after school, Clint hadn't been able to see much of Bruce. They had hung out three times since their first date and Clint desperately wanted a fifth date to happen real soon.

But that wasn't going to happen until the competition was over, and Clint's patience had been worn thin enough. And since Bruce didn't appear to be as affected by their time apart as Clint was, he decided that a nice, innocent little show would help the man reach his breaking point. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Bruce's reactions to everything that he was doing and, at first, it seemed as though the teacher wasn't bothered by them at all. As the competition wore on, however, he could see that Bruce was picking up on what he was doing and from how tense he appeared, he was definitely affected by it. Clint couldn't wipe the smirk off his face as he prepared for his final match.

He wasn't concerned about the last match. In all honesty, Clint was never concerned about any of his matches. But this one was especially easy because his opponent, who'd be going first, was a pussy who had had a huge crush on him ever since last year. The guy was nice, but he was a pussy and Clint hated pussies. So he didn't even bat an eye when the guy went off center and only scored thirty points. But when Coulson came up behind him, confusion did begin to surface. During competitions, Coulson would give individual pep talks to those who needed it. Clint never needed them, so there'd be no reason for Coach to give him one.

"You need to lay off the torture, Barton. There's a crowd here and the last thing we need is for Bruce to lose his cool because you felt the need to torture him." Oh. Well, that explained that.

Drawing his bow, Clint let his arrow fly and couldn't help but smirk even wider as he hit his mark. One hundred points for him. The competition ended with Clint's team winning and the track and field area began to clear out. Clint followed his teammates to the locker room. More than likely, since it was a Friday night, Clint would take an actual shower at home, but he'd take a quick one beforehand. After all, he was planning on going over to Bruce's house around eight. Some of his teammates left whiles others showered as quickly as possible. Not in too much of a hurry, Clint stripped down slowly and folded his uniform neatly. Grabbing a towel, he made his way to the showers and moaned softly when he walked underneath the warm water.

Thoughts of Bruce popped into his head as he ran a wash cloth over his sweat slicked body. His cock began to twitch and respond to his not to innocent thoughts and before Clint even realized it, his buddy was standing at attention. Groaning, feeling both hornier than hell and slightly embarrassed, Clint looked around, making sure that no one else was around. Feeling confident that he was alone in the locker room area, or in the showers at least, Clint wrapped a hand around his dick and began stroking himself as the warm water rained down on him.

As his hand stroked his erection, Clint closed his eyes and shuddered and hissed at the sensations that his own strokes caused him. His thoughts turned to Bruce, of course, and what he was probably doing at that moment. Coach had told him to lay off or else Bruce would lose it. Bruce only ever lost it when he was afraid, angry, or excited. As a high school science teacher, Bruce had to deal with whatever teenagers could dish out, so it didn't make sense for him to be afraid or anything. And he definitely wouldn't be afraid of Clint. It was possible that Bruce was angry at him for the show he had been putting on, but Clint would have been able to tell if he was angry. Besides, it's not like anyone else knew what he was doing, so what did it matter? So Clint figured that Bruce had been more excited than anything else. Well, he hoped so, anyway.

The world around him vanished as he stroked himself, so he failed to notice someone else stepping into the showers. Clint jumped when he felt someone else's hand wrap around his own, causing him to cease his strokes, and felt the body heat of another wash over him. But he relaxed when he heard Bruce's familiar chuckle and looked over his shoulder, grinning.

"You scared me, Mr. Banner. I thought you were someone else who wanted to take advantage of an innocent kid like me." Bruce grinned at him and stepped closer. He bent and placed a kiss on Clint's shoulder, his brown eyes never leaving Clint's. Clint removed his hand from his still aching member and let Bruce take over, closing his eyes as his boyfriend worked his magic.

"Kid, yes. Innocent…well, I'd hardly call you innocent, Mr. Barton, especially after your little stunt today." With Bruce's hand on his dick and the other stroking his back, Clint found it hard to focus on anything. He was only vaguely aware that this was the first time Bruce had seen him naked and that he should probably feel a bit embarrassed about it. But all he could think about was Bruce and how awesome he was feeling right now.

"I wasn't too sure if you were doing it on purpose. And then I saw you smirking and I knew that you were being a tease. I can't say that I'm too upset about it, though. It gave me a few good ideas." Bruce's hand jerked and Clint moaned, feeling heat building up in the bottom of his stomach. He wasn't going to last much longer, not with Bruce giving him a hand job. More kisses were placed on his back and neck and Clint leaned back into them.

"Ideas…huh?" How Clint managed to force the words out, he didn't know, but they sounded out of breath and strained to his own ears. He was so damn close. The heat that had pooled in his stomach was beginning to overwhelm his entire being and he was more than willing to give into the fire.

"I am man of science, Clint. Ideas and theories are always on my mind." That shouldn't have sounded so dirty and kinky to Clint, but it did. Deliciously so and he reveled in it.

However, it was the biting kiss that Bruce placed on his shoulder than finally made Clint come all over his teacher's hand. He knew that there'd be a bruise there and that made his orgasm even better. Clint leaned back against Bruce, panting, and grinned when he felt the older man's half hard cock pressing against him. The thought of being fucked in the locker room shower was both exciting and slightly disappointing. Unlike Tony, Clint wanted his first time to be something memorable and meaningful instead of a quick fuck on a desk or in a class room. Not that there was anything wrong with Tony wanting to have sex with Steve on every surface available; Clint just wasn't like that. His feelings for Bruce were stronger than that and he liked to believe that Bruce felt the same way.

"I bet…you have a lot of…interesting things…planned for tonight." Clint smiled when Bruce's arms wrapped around him in a hug. He turned the shower head off and steered Clint towards the locker room area. Looking up at the science teacher, Clint saw that he was wearing his lopsided smile and that he had a mischievious look in his brown eyes.

"You'll just have to wait and see, Mr. Barton." Bruce handed him his towel before grabbing his own. Clint managed to catch a nice view of Bruce's ass before he had to focus on drying himself off. The door opened and Coulson walked in. When he saw them, he stopped, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke up.

"Don't tell me that I have to lecture both of you on my policy of having sex in the showers." Clint looked over at Bruce, who looked a bit sheepish and whose lopsided smile grew just a little bit wider. Shrugging, Clint dried off his hair, not caring if Coach was able to see his entire body naked or not. Actually, he was hoping that Bruce would get a good look, but he knew that his boyfriend was focusing more on Coulson and the fact that they had been 'caught' instead of his package.

"And just what exactly is your policy on having sex in the showers, Coach?" Clint smirked and Coulson turned to him, looking very much unfazed by him. That was one of the things that Clint loved most about Coulson though; he was hard and so much fun to stir up.

"It's not going to happen. Period." Clint tried to pout, but his smirk stifled his attempt.

"Does that include hand jobs?" Coulson's expression didn't waiver. Not one bit and Clint's smirk widened.

"Yes, that does. And just to make my point clear, you both are going to scrub the showers clean." Bruce looked a bit surprised that Coulson had included him in on the punishment.

"Why me too, Phil?" Coulson turned to Bruce and quirked an eye brow.

"Because you're the adult and you're supposed to know better." Bruce's smile dimmed a little bit, but Clint just snickered at him. He didn't care if he had to scrub the showers clean. It'd just give him more time with Bruce.

"I do know better…" Bruce trailed off, almost as though he knew his argument was lost before it had even begun. With Coulson, that was how it was all the time.

"He just had no fucks to give, Coach." Clint grinned like a naughty little boy, even though Coulson didn't give him the satisfaction of scowling. He wanted to though. Clint could tell; after spending years with Coulson, he was able to read him better than most people.

"Regardless of your excused, I had better seen clean floors and smell Pine Sol when I finish with my paper work. It shouldn't take me long, so get cracking. Both of you." Coulson stared at Bruce for a moment longer just to emphasize his point before going into his office. Bruce looked over at Clint, who smiled at him and shrugged.

"Well, at least we'll be together. This'll be fun. Like a fifth date, only not really." Bruce chuckled and shook his head.

"We should probably get dressed before we start." Clint looked down at himself before looking back at Bruce. He was already starting to put his clothes back on, his boxers being the first thing he put on.

"But I like looking at you in your birthday suit, Mr. Banner." The shudder that rippled through Bruce's body was as clear as day to Clint and he couldn't help but feel proud that only he had that affect on the man.

"That may be so, but I fear Phil's fury more than anything at the moment. And we have all of tonight to get better acquainted with each other's bodies." Clint grinned and started dressing.

"So, we are going to have sex."

"Get to work now, please." Only Coulson could make a polite statement sound so threatening.