Chapter 8: Wasting Water

Pietro woke up the next morning in bed with no idea how he got there. The last thing he remembered was lying on the sofa with Clint, watching a movie. He looked over at where Clint lay, still fast asleep. Oh. Clint must have carried him to bed. How he'd managed it was a mystery; Pietro was an inch taller than Clint and not exactly light. But it wasn't the how that mattered. All that mattered was the fact that it had happened and it really wasn't helping Pietro's case at all.

He got up, careful not to wake Clint, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. He stood under the water, resting his forehead against the tile wall, frustrated with himself. He simply could not get Clint out of his mind. He was always there, drifting between every thought, no matter what Pietro was doing. His eyes, his smile, the feel of their lips pressed together and their naked bodies...

Oh God.

His whole body felt hot, and it wasn't just the water. And fuck, he was hard enough to cut glass. Pietro squeezed his eyes shut, but all that did was flash the imagine of Clint's naked body against the backs of his eyelids. Dammit. Well, he might as well roll with the punches that his stupid, horny brain was throwing at him. Hesitantly, he took himself in hand and began slowly stroking, relishing the sensation. A pleasurable moan escaped him unbidden.

"Need a little help in there?"

Pietro was so alarmed that he slipped, barely catching himself, but not before elbowing the wall and knocking over the shampoo bottles.

"Ow..."

Clint's head poked around the curtain.

"You okay?" he asked.

His eyes dropped from Pietro's startled face to his erect penis. Pietro blushed, but Clint just smirked.

"Would you like me to take care of that for you?"

"I... what?"

Clint looked Pietro in the eye and licked his lips in a highly suggestive way. Pietro's heart leapt into his throat.

"Um... okay," he said.

Clint smiled and stepped into the shower. He placed his hands on Pietro's hips and kissed him, then lowered himself to his knees, taking Pietro into his mouth. Pietro gasped and had to grip the wall for support. The things Clint was doing with his tongue... he was going at it as though sucking Pietro off was the only activity on earth that mattered, and good lord did he even have a gag reflex? The man choked on water regularly, but he could deep-throat Pietro's dick like nobody's business. Pietro's other hand found its way into Clint's hair, tangling his fingers in the short brown locks. At last, Pietro reached his orgasm, coming into Clint's mouth. Clint swallowed and pulled back, placing a swift kiss on Pietro's toned stomach before standing up.

"How was that?" he asked, smiling at the dazed look on Pietro's face.

"That was amazing," Pietro panted.

Clint leaned forward and kissed him. Pietro could still taste himself on Clint's tongue; it was an odd sensation that he wasn't quite sure what to do with, though it certainly wasn't unpleasant. He broke away, letting his hands drift down Clint's torso.

"Do you want me to...?"

"No," said Clint, firmly but gently. "I did that for you. I don't want anything out of it. I just wanted to make you feel good."

Pietro looked at him, a strange feeling in his chest. He wasn't used to this. People never did things for him just because they wanted to, without trying to get something in return. There was always a catch, always something they wanted out of him. "We'll let you sleep in our barn, but you have to do all that hard labor we've been avoiding", "We'll give you powers, but you have to fight for us and not complain when we make you our plaything". But not Clint. All he wanted was to make Pietro feel good, to make him happy.

"Thank you," he said at last, much softer than he meant to.

"You're getting weirdly emotional over a blowjob, you know," said Clint.

"Not many people have done nice things for me just because."

Clint smiled sadly and kissed Pietro on the forehead, then pulled him into a hug. Pietro buried his face in Clint's shoulder, breathing in the scent of his wet skin. They stood there for a while, the shower still spraying water down on their heads.

"We are gonna be so late for breakfast," Clint said finally.

Pietro chuckled and straightened up.

"Charles is probably thinking he gets to eat in peace today," he said.

Clint grinned mischievously.

"Well, we can't have that!"