Chapter 7: Breakfast
Tony hadn't been this bothered in a long time. Lying in his massive bed and staring up at the ceiling in the dark with his hand in his pants, Tony's mind was just filled with nothing but Clint. God dammit all! he thought. He already knew his party would've been a night to remember, but he was ecstatic when he found out Clint was coming along. Yes, Clint Barton was the one he'd been crushing on for some time now. He wasn't lying when he said he and Natasha were the most interesting people in the group. During their previous years at school, Tony never had a class with Clint. He'd seen him around here and there. Walking through the hallways. Speeding out of the parking lot in his car with loud rock music playing. In the corner of the lunch room with Natasha. Tony found him attractive, but most of the time he never gave the boy a second thought. There was some gossip about Clint now and then, which Tony took little interest in. He was impressed with the fights he saw Clint get in, though. Freshman year in the cafeteria. Sophomore year in the boys' bathroom and the parking lot. Junior year at the track field behind the school. Tony had witnessed most of them, and he had to admit he found Clint intimidating. He was hot sure, but he was also sour and cold. He was distant and smart mouthed on a good day, scowly and hot tempered on a bad day. Especially when it came to Natasha. Word was that all of those fights Clint got in involved someone disrespecting her in some shape or form. After tonight, Tony didn't doubt that one bit. This year, Tony and Clint were finally in a class together. Mr. Rand's English. It was there when Tony started getting a better look at Clint.
The bad boy he was, Clint always sat in the back of the class. Arms crossed, shoulders tensed. And his eyes. His gray-blue eyes, always looking so focused and intense,...Tony had never seen such eyes. Whenever Mr. Rand (or Danny as he liked to be called) asked Clint to read a passage from a book they were reading or ask him a random question about the lecture that day, Clint would say "Pass" or stay silent. No matter how much he was chastised by Mr. Rand, Clint's mouth stayed shut. Tony admired the guy for that. Tony's self control when it came to his mouth was...for lack of a better word, lacking. Clint looked like he had a lot to say, but he never did. Not even in his eyes, which were supposed to be 'the windows to the soul' or whatever. And it wasn't just Clint's self control he admired him for. If it was true that Clint got into all of his fights in Natasha's honor, then that meant was chivalrous. The chivalry with Steve and Thor were more than obvious with the type of people they were, but with Clint it was different. It was, unexpected in a way. Sexy. Hell, pretty much everything about Clint was sexy. From his mysterious silence, to his mesmerizing storm cloud eyes, his intensity, the way he fought. Even how he rocked purple (seriously, almost every day with that damn color). The fact that he was incredibly attractive was only a bonus. What Tony said to Coulson earlier was a fact. He wasn't a pursuer. If he wanted somebody, that person was either interested in him or not. Not this time, though. He wanted Clint. To solve the mystery that was him. To get to know him. Spend time with him. To kiss him. Again. Oh god, that kiss!Boy did I fuck up with that one. he thought to himself.
It was so strange. He hadn't planned that at all. Tony's talk with Phil motivated him to try and find a way to approach Clint. But even with his big brain he couldn't figure out how to do that. Clint and Natasha had always been an exclusive party of two. The best he could hope for at the moment was hope Clint showed up to his party, which he knew probably wouldn't happen. Then, what do you know? Tony show's up at Steve's to pick him and Thor up, and there's Clint fucking Barton with them. Looking hot in his surfer boy get up. Natasha was with him, looking just as tasty in her Jessica Rabbit costume. Tony didn't want to show how happy he was his crush showed up and joined his VIP crew for the party, so Tony acted as normal as he could. Normal for him of course because come on, he's Tony fucking Stark. He knew it was a lost cause asking any of them to dance on the pole, but he figured it would be good for a few laughs to see their reactions. What do you know, Clint did, and he was fucking great! You couldn't get Tony to look away if you wanted to. It was such a turn on seeing how flexible Clint was that it wasn't even funny. It wasn't helping that as the night went on, Clint's personality was coming out. He was sarcastic. Foul mouthed. Blunt. And funny! When Tony was dancing with Steve, Sam, Thor and Sharon, he absolutely refused to have Clint not join in when he was grinding on Natasha like some Chippendale dancer. As they boogied in a bundle, Tony took as many sneak peaks as he could at Clint's hips and ass. God what he wouldn't give to grab those things!
He enjoyed it while he could as the party went along. As the night began to wind down, Tony grew sad somewhat. He was having a marvelous time, and he got to dance with Clint for hours. He was expecting him and the equally impressive dancer Natasha to leave with everyone else. He felt like some boy-crazy schoolgirl when the pair said the would stay for the after-party. Tony's man-crush only furthered during their game of Truth or Dare. It was like he and Clint were in sync the entire time. Especially when they simultaneously told Steve to "Take the fucking shot". Boy that was hilarious. As funny as it was, the Thor lapdance thing turned out to be a problem. Tony agreed to let it happen because he expecting Thor to be awkward and fumbly. Nope. Thor had been paying attention to his crush, and he moved his hips and spine just like Clint. Then Thor hopped on him, pressing his chest against him and whipping his hair. All Tony could see was Clint. Clint straddling him, his hard chest against him. Whipping his head back and forth as Tony slid his hands around Clint's waist and up his back. The taste of Clint when he would lick his neck and suck before tongue kissing him like a madman. Tony had to cut it off before Thor felt Tony's impending boner. The rest of Truth or Dare was fun, but Tony felt he hit the jackpot at the end. When Bruce dared him to kiss the sexiest person in the room. He wasn't planning that at all, but he knew exactly who the fuck he was going to kiss. Tony being Tony, he wanted to mess with everyone first. He bet Thor thought it was him the most, so he teased him first. Then he teased Steve and Sharon because he knew both of them would freak out at each other if it was one of them. He skipped Rhodey because ew, childhood friend. He went to Pepper because he honestly still found her incredible. She washotin her Ariel costume, but as much as he still had feelings for her, she wasn't his target. Not anymore unfortunately. He teased Bruce just to see what the shy geek's reaction would be. He was not disappointed. Bruce looked like he was about to have a panic attack though, so Tony spared him the embarrassment. Natasha, his last tease, was actually pretty damn difficult. If he wasn't so set on making Clint his, he would've went for Natasha in a heartbeat. Her Jessica Rabbit song number left him speechless, a rare thing for Tony. She smelled like vanilla body lotion and grapefruit scented hair conditioner, and Tony actually almost kissed her. Then he remembered his original mission when he glanced to her right. Clint was right there. Those gray-blue eyes right on him, waiting in anticipation for something to happen. Then Clint gave his lower lip a random lick and Tony couldn't help himself. No more teasing. He snatched the opportunity and kissed Clint at last. Holy shit, his lips were amazing! He tasted like cake and sweat and grape flavored chewing gum. Tony couldn't control himself. He leant forward into the kiss, and received the surprise of a lifetime when he felt Clint's rough hand grab the back of his hair and press back. He pressed back! Tony had to break the kiss before he ended up tonguing Clint in front of everybody. Tony was happy. He accomplished his mission, but at what cost? Clint stared at him like Tony was some kind of alien, and angrily took off to the balcony without a word. He couldn't believe this. He couldn't fucking believe this! Clint kissed him back! That wasn't apart of the dare! He didn't have to do that, but he did! Clint liked Tony back! Yet he had the balls to walk out on him like that?! In his own fucking house?!
Of course, Natasha and Steve get mad at him, questioning his motives and treating him as if he were the cause of the problem. He needed a drink. No way he was dealing with the rest of this situation sober. That was for people who had the patience to deal with bullshit like this. As if rubbing salt on his wound, Pepper left without any good reason, taking Rhodey with her. Fucking hell. He felt better when Steve, Thor, and Sharon told him they weren't leaving, too. Hell Bruce of all people joked about it. When Natasha came back in with Clint, he was hopeful. Hopeful that Clint would've walked across the room and resumed their kiss, but nope. The bastard said he wanted to stay, but only if they completely ignored what happened between them. Tony wanted to be furious at Clint's denial, but he was just so happy Clint decided to stay that he went along with it. Okay, Barton, have it your way. We'll ignore it. For now.
He was so happy that Thor's bottomless pit of a stomach provided the perfect distraction to keep his mind off the kiss. Food helps everything. When Clint and Natasha told their hilarious story at the restaurant, Tony forgot why he was mad in the first place. It was his birthday! He made some new friends, Kaylee Foxx sang to him, and he at least got to kiss his crush. Dinner was great, and he was feeling much better. That was, until they got back to his house. It was obvious they were all spending the night on his floor, so Tony handed out a bunch of covers for them to sleep with after they got changed. Then, that smoking redhead had to come out of the bathroom and make out with Clint in front of all of them. When he saw Clint passionately kissing her back, Tony got pissed. Oh, he'll deny their moment but with Natasha, it's all in? They weren't even boyfriend and girlfriend! Tony didn't know what the fuck they were, but they weren't an item. Tony stomped off to his bedroom while the others stared. So now there he was. It was the middle of the night and he was restless. And frustrated and mad and hurt and horny! Christ, he couldn't remember the last time he wanted somebody like this. He needed to find a way to solve this problem and soon, because he realized something; itwashis fault. Tony liked to play games and mess with people. Maybe if he would've made his intentions clear in the very beginning, Clint would...would,...fuck, he didn't know. In the meantime, he reached his hand in his pants, past his boxers and grabbed himself. He was rock hard just thinking about Clint. Clint's rugged torso. Clint's sexy dance moves. Clint's mouth. Oh god that fucking mouth! Tony closed his eyes and arched back as he slowly stroked himself. Looking for some sort of temporary relief, Tony replayed their kiss over and over again in his mind. His hand was nothing compared to Clint's soft buttery lips, but it would have to do for now.
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Clint's eyes slowly opened. His sharp eyes scanned the living room in the dim morning light. Steve and Sharon spooning on the floor. Bruce with his chin on his chest and hands under his thighs.
What the hell? Banner is a weird sleeper, isn't he?
Thor on the couch, one leg hanging off the edge, the other sprawled over the top with his right arm covering his face. He felt something firm and warm on the top of his hair. He looked up and saw Natasha. Her head was set back against the loveseat, her legs crossed on the leg-rest, and a hand on his head. Clint chuckled softly. Sometimes when Clint would fall asleep before her, she would stroke his hair until she fell asleep herself. The light coming from outside was little. Everyone else was still snoring loudly, deep in sleep. Clint very gently lifted Natasha's hand off of his head and slowly slid off of the love seat. He looked at the time on his cellphone. It was barely a quarter to five in the morning. Despite what his attitude might say otherwise, Clint was actually a morning person, so this was a normal wake-up time for him. Not that he didn't enjoy sleep. He didn't need that many hours. The bed in Tony's room looked extremely comfy, so he figured the millionaire would be asleep under those silky sheets until noon. Clint made a puzzled expression as he walked towards the door to the balcony. That's right, he slept in the house of a millionaire last night. A millionaire who he had- SLAP! Clint hit himself in the temple before opening the door. No way was his mind going there right now.
Not now, not ever!
He knew exactly what to do at that moment. His morning routine.
While he was sure Steve and Thor did morning runs or something like that, Clint had something much more relaxing and impressive in mind. He took a quick morning piss, used Tony's mouthwash, then went back to the Arcadia door. He stepped outside, and the smooth stone surface felt great to his bare feet. The air felt warm and the breeze was light. He looked at the ledge of the balcony. It was at least two feet thick. That would give Clint plenty of room. He climbed up on the ledge, standing up straight and looking out. Taking a deep breath through his nose, Clint lifted his arms above his head. He closed his eyes. Focus, Barton. Focus. He let out a long breath as he bent over backwards, feeling his spine give a satisfying pop as he bent all the way. He was folded in half, the tips of his fingers brushing the back of his heels. Eyes still closed, Clint smiled to himself. Most of the time he found so wound up and tight. Always tense, always on guard. Doing his stretching, his muscles were leaking stress right out of his body, making him feel much more at ease. He leaned back a little further, pressing his palms firmly on the ledge, his body resembling an arch. Focus, Barton. Focus.Clint lifted his legs up, bringing them together and facing straight out in the air over the pavement three stories below. Now his body resembled some sort of 90 degree angle. His breathing remained calm, his body only trembling the slightest bit. Clint breathed in through his nose again. Focus, Barton. Focus.With his toes pointed out, Clint very slowly rose his legs. Balancing himself like a pro, Clint executed a perfect handstand. His body straight like an upside down arrow. Clint kept his eyes closed. With another breath, he locked his body in its position and cleared his mind. There was nothing else happening. There was no Tony's mansion. No cars or houses or trees or people. Not even Natasha. There was only Clint, his position, and this ledge. That is, it was for about fifteen minutes. The smell of cologne and pineapple hit his nose.
Pineapple. Just like the chapstick Tony was wearing last night when he- wait a minute, Tony?
Clint's eyes snapped open. He saw Tony jump when he did so.
"Tony?" he asked quietly.
The black haired teen was standing there in his red satin pajamas holding a pineapple smoothie in his hand. Still upside down in a handstand, Clint rolled his eyes. Great. His concentration was broken.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his arms trembling somewhat.
Tony took a sip of his smoothie.
"You mean besides the fact this this is my house? I've actually been here for the past few minutes staring at you do your thing. Quite frankly Clint, you're pretty fucking amazing." he said.
Clint sighted as he let himself fall backwards, landing gracefully back on the ground. He stood up and rolled around his neck.
"Thanks I guess. What time is it by the way?" he asked.
"Almost seven-thirty. Say, everyone else is still sleep. If you want you could help me with breakfast."
Clint crossed his arms and looked at Tony. He didn't look like he was joking. Weird.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Tony was a millionaire. Didn't he have his butlers serve him breakfast in bed or something like that?
Tony laughed softly as he took another sip of his smoothie.
"Come on, Clyde. I'll show you." Tony replied.
Clint shrugged and followed him inside. A chorus of snores greeted them as they walked past their sleeping comrades. Thor the loudest of course. Clint took a peek at Natasha as he and Tony walked to the elevator door. She looked so peaceful when she slept it made Clint smile. He knew she must've been begging for rest after wearing those heels all night long. The elevator ride down to the first floor was weird. This was the first time he was alone with Tony. He was staring straight ahead, sipping his smoothie and rocking back and forth on his heels. Clint eyed him closely. What's on his mind I wonder? When the doors opened back on the ground floor, Clint's stomach growled fiercely, earning a laugh from Tony as they walked through the living room.
"Sounds like somebody's hungry." he teased.
When they walked into the enormous kitchen, Clint's eyes lit up at what he saw. The marble counters were lined with boxes of pancake batter, packages of sausage patties and cartons upon cartons of eggs. There were also peppers, ham slices, and a few rolls of English muffins. The pans were already set on the twelve-eye stove and a big yellow mixing bowl sat in the middle of the kitchen's island. Clint frowned at Tony.
"So this is what you meant? You actually want tocook?" he asked.
Tony playfully slapped his shoulder.
"I know. Shocking, isn't it? I may be beyond spoiled rotten but I can actually do a lot of shit for myself."
Clint scoffed.
"We'll see. C'mon, lets get started."
Clint couldn't believe it. He was having fun again with Tony. By himself without his partner. Just like last night on the dance floor. Tony cooked the eggs. Clint baked the sausage. All the while, they joked and laughed and had interesting conversation. They even had an impromptu salsa dance at some point. When Clint went to go check on the sausage, Tony poured honey and cinnamon into the batter and brought it to the skillets. Clint opened the door to the fridge and pulled out a pineapple smoothie for himself. He took a sip and his eyes grew wide.
"Holy shit this is good!" he exclaimed.
"I know, right? I got those specially ordered from a place out in Malibu." said Tony as he flipped the pancakes.
Clint downed in it minutes while Tony finished cooking. Not too long after, there were at least two dozen pancakes and sausage patties each set on large plates around the stove. There was a large tray of eggs Florentine Tony had made with the English muffins and peppers. Everything looked and smelled fantastic, and Clint was starting to get impatient with hunger. He brought the tray of eggs Florentine from the counter by the stove to the island counter.
"Mind if I try one of these before we start making plates?" he asked.
He felt Tony walk up behind him and pat his shoulder.
"Go ahead. You helped cook so you get first taste regardless. Let me know how I did." he said.
Clint quickly grabbed the first one he saw and shoved half of it in his mouth. Clint's shoulders slumped , sighing deeply at the taste.
"God damn, Tony."
Still right behind him, Tony chuckled.
"I'll take that as a sign of approval."
Clint shoved the rest of it in his mouth and nearly swallowed it whole.
"If by 'sign of approval' you mean me claiming the rest of these things then yes."
Tony started stroking Clint's shoulder with his finger.
"Well you know what they say; the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach."
Clint frowned and looked straight ahead.
Wait a minute, then that meant,...Oh,...Oh...oh no.
"What did you just say?" he asked quietly.
Clint spun around, and Tony was there. Staring at him strangely with his finger still on Clint's shoulder.
"Hey, you." said Tony with a grin, but it wasn't his shit eating grin Clint was used to seeing.
Tony leaned forward, placing his arms on the counter on either side of Clint. Clint tried to back away, but he was only met with the hard surface against his back as Tony brought their bodies close together. Very close.
"Tony, what are you doing?" Clint asked warily.
His shoulders were shaking and his heart was racing like a wild stallion. Tony's chocolate brown eyes were staring right into his, and Clint was starting to panic.
"You know Clint, you have been driving me fucking crazy." said Tony.
"What are you talking about?" asked Clint, trying to stall what he already knew was coming.
"You know goddamn well what I'm talking about." Tony replied seriously, cutting right through Clint's bull.
It kind of scared him. In the day and a half he'd been hanging out with Tony, not once had he seen him serious. At all.
"Let me put it to you like this, Clint; every time I saw you dance with Natasha all sexy like that, I wanted to be in her place. When she went to talk to you yesterday after you got pissy from my dare, I wanted to be in her place. When she kissed you last night in front of everybody, I wanted to be in her place."
Clint felt his breathing start hitching. No way this was happening. Last night was just a game. Tony didn't like him. Tony wasn't jealous of Natasha. Tony wasn't growing hard right now.
Wait, what?!
Clint looked down at their conjoined waistlines and saw that indeed, her was pitching a tent in his thin red satin. He gasped and looked straight up at the ceiling, gulping hard.
"That's right, Clint. You're making me hard." Tony whispered.
He grabbed the back of Clint's head and brought it down, forcing their eyes to make contact again. His lips were dangerously close to Clint's. He swallowed again.
"I thought we agreed no more surprise kisses." he said, trying as hard as he could not to keep his composure.
Tony brought his lips to Clint's ear.
"I'm not kissing you, am I?" he retorted, his warm breath in his ear causing Clint to shudder against him.
Focus, Barton. Focus. Focus Barton, focus. Focus, Barton! Focus!ran in his mind over and over again. He wasn't being turned on right now. He wasn't feeling the need to pull Tony closer. To do things with him. Tony brought their faces back together, their foreheads pressed against one another. Tony's hands slid up Clint's arms and Clint words got caught in hid throat.
"Clint, get ahold of these." said Tony.
"Get ahold of wha-?"
Clint was cut of when Tony grabbed his wrists and brought them to his ass. Clint grabbed a hold and squeezed his cheeks, the feel of them through his satin trousers effectively arousing. Clint whimpered against his will and bit down hard on his lip.
Holy shit, Tony's got an amazing ass.
Tony grinned at him.
"I see somebody likes that, don't they?" Tony asked, and Clint only groaned in response.
"Tony," he whispered, their lips almost touching.
He could feel an electric tingle between their mouths.
"Please, don't make me do this."
Tony bucked his hips forward. Clint gasped as he grabbed Tony's ass harder.
"I'm not making you do anything, Clint. You're a tough guy. Anytime you want you could just punch me and get out of here." said Tony as he licked Clint's earlobe.
Clint's sighed at the feeling, his jeans feeling very tight in a certain area.
"I'm not doing that because I've got self control, Tony. I don't wanna do this." said Clint, making a last attempt at stopping them before something else happened.
Tony nuzzled against Clint's cheek.
"The bulge in your pants didn't get that memo."
Clint squeezed his eyes shut as Tony bucked his hips forward again.
God dammit, he's right.
Clint was wooden. Tony was doing this to him.Oh, fuck it! Clint swore under his breath and decided to let it happen.
He hopped backwards on the counter and wrapped his legs around Tony. Tony grabbed Clint's ass as well, and the two of them were staring and gasping at each other as they rubbed their groins together. Tony got more aggressive, and the next thing Clint knew the millionaire was full on dry-humping him. Clint moaned at the feeling, burying his head in Tony's shoulder. It was so hot. The hottest thing Clint had done in a long time. The feeling of Tony's erection rubbing against his through the fabric of their pants was incredible. Clint moaned louder, causing to Tony pull him into another kiss. This time Clint didn't hold back. He used his tongue to open Tony's mouth and dove in right away. Tony laughed as their tongues wrestled each other. It felt white hot as Tony moaned back, his humping picking up speed. Clint wrapped his legs around Tony tighter. A familiar feeling was coiling in his cock. Clint continued to shove his tongue down Tony's throat, moaning louder as Tony tightly gripped his hips. Tony broke their kiss to catch his breath, his face screwed and contorted. Tony was close, and so was Clint. Clint let his head fall back as his orgasm came close to happening. Tony sped up, licking fiercely at Clint's neck and making short breaths. His sounds were so arousing. Clint was so close he felt like the tip of his cock was going to explode.
So close,...so close!...Wait a second, this isn't supposed to be happening.
Then, Clint got mad.
No! Not with Tony fucking Stark!
Clint let go of Tony's ass and roughly shoved him away. Tony looked at him, a mixture of anger, lust and hurt on his face. When Tony looked down at himself he noticed a large wet spot on the front of his pants.
"What the hell, Clint?!" he shouted.
Clint glared at him as he forcefully wiped his mouth and his neck with his arm.
"No, Tony!" he shouted back, hopping off the counter.
"I am notdoing this! Not with you!"
Tony looked down at his wet spot and snorted.
"Looks like you already did, smart guy! Don't you dare stand there and tell me you weren't half a second behind with this!"
"Fuck you, Tony! I refuse to be another tally mark on your sex board! I will not be another number!"
Tony gritted his teeth together and raked his hands hard through his hair.
"Are you fucking kidding me?! Did you not hear a word I just said?! Are you brain dead, or can you not do this with me because I'm not Natasha?!"
Clint's eyes went red, and the next few seconds were nothing but a blur. The next thing he knew, the knuckles on his right hand felt sore and Tony was face down on the kitchen floor, crying out in pain. Well, at least he's breathing.Clint though He threw the tray of eggs Florentine against the wall as ran out of the kitchen and to the front door. It didn't matter that he was barefoot and all of the stuff he brought was still upstairs, or even that Natasha wasn't with him. He just couldn't stay there another minute. He needed to get out of there and fast.
I knew this was a fucking mistake!!
A/N: What are your thoughts on the situation?
