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Part 10

"Open your eyes," ordered Phil.

He was currently reclining beside Clint, propped up on one elbow while his other hand absently roamed over Clint's chest, pausing every now and then to stoke the frim flesh.

Slowly Clint obeyed, his eyes blinking open until he was glaring up at Phil, the stormy eyes looking more alive than they had in hours. With the slightest of smirks tugging at his lips Phil sat back and commented flatly, "You look pissed off."

"I am," grunted Clint, shifting slightly beside him but he didn't break the hold on the headboard. He gripped the lower rail as if it was the only thing keeping him sane. He rolled his hips, his straining erection twitching with need as he tried to get comfortable.

Phil cocked an eyebrow but didn't make any other comment. Instead he simply reached up and stroked a finger down Clint's cheek. He followed the line round until he could trace Clint's lower lip the tip of his finger pressing down just enough to make Clint respond. Feeling Clint's tongue ghost against the tip of his finger Phil allowed himself a knowing smile.

"Phil, please," murmured Clint his voice catching in his throat as he stared up at other man, "Please do something. You're killing me here."

Barely suppressing a shiver at the sheer audible need in Clint's voice, Phil bent down and brushing a soft kiss against the side of Clint's mouth, he asked softly, "Do you think you've earned it?"

"I don't know," whimpered Clint, he swore under his breath, adding, "I don't know what you want. Please just touch me. Please I…"

"Shhh," soothed Phil, stroking Clint's cheek. He knew he was treading a fine line. He had kept Clint on the edge for the last hour, taking him to the brink of release before pulling back. Each climb up took more and more of a gentle toll on the other man and Phil knew he had to treat carefully. If he got this wrong he could hurt Clint more than before, he could push him over the edge and exasperate his condition. But if he got it right, if he timed it perfectly then the resulting wave of endorphins could boost Clint's recovery no end. It was the sort of careful balancing act that Phil relished.

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Clint tightened his grip on the head board. He couldn't decide if Phil really was trying to punish him or not but right then he would do anything to actually find that teased at and hinted at release. He knew deep down what Phil was doing. He was using the softest of touches to draw the scene out, using it to build Clint's stamina up, using it to aid his recovery but on a baser leave he was convinced Phil was doing it to punish him for being careless with his health.

He whimpered loudly, not caring how pathetic he sounded, as Phil trailed a line of kisses around his neck, the kisses nipping slightly at his collar bone. He arched in response to a hard nip that crossed a sensitive scar on his shoulder, silently cursing Phil for knowing how much he loved it when that scar was kissed. A firm hand on his stomach forced him back down, the fingers undulating against his abs soothing and calming him down.

"Easy," soothed Phil, his voice as calm and collected as ever. But Clint could hear the emotions underlying Phil's calm words. He could hear the desire the need and that made him grin. It made him happy knowing that someone like Phil could still want him even after all these year after all his mistakes.

"Please," he breathed turning is head slightly to catch Phil's eyes, "Please do something."

Clint held Phil's gaze as the older man stared down at him. He put everything he was feeling, everything he knew he could never vocalise into the gaze hoping Phil could read him as easy as he normally could.

For a moment Phil held his gaze but then to his horror, Phil pulled away, putting space between them. Clint let out a started whimper and started to release his grip on the headboard. He was determined to reach out and grab Phil before he could leave but before his fingers even released the cool brass Phil was touching him again. He had simply been shifting position. He was no longer lying beside him, he was now kneeling between Clint's spread legs. Phil's knowledge hands rested on Clint's hips, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles on the sensitive skin where thigh met hips.

Clint gave a low guttural groan and hissed, "Fuck, Phil please, please, don't tease me please...I need…"

"It's ok," soothed Phil bending at the waist showing more flexibility than anticipated to press gentle kisses on each hip, "I told you I'm going to look after you

"Yeah right, this is taking care of me!" snapped Clint, although there was no real heat in his petulant sulk, "You just like tormenting me."

"Someone had to take care of you, darling. Now stop bucking your hips. I want you to lie still and just be a good boy." He paused then ghosting a breath over the length of Clint's straining erection he asked softly, "Can you do that? Can you be a good boy for me?"

"Yes!" gasped Clint fighting every instinct to buck his hips up off the bed, fighting hard not to grind his groin into Phil's touch, "God yes, I'll be good I promise. Please…"

Phil stared up at him, the knowing, steady gaze taking in every single detail of Clint's current condition. Clint stared back at him, his neck complaining at the difficult angle but he didn't care. He needed to see those soothing eyes, he needed the eye contact.

Phil nodded then, before Clint could draw in a breath, Phil's mouth closed around the leaking tip of his erection and Clint's mind exploded in delight.

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It didn't take long for him to bring Clint to a grunting climax. As Phil slowly pulled back, wiping the residue off his lower lip, he grinned, loving the sight of Clint lying totally and utterly wrecked, spread out in front of him. Clint looked almost boneless with the way his legs had flopped open, his arms still stretched above his head were lying flat on the pillow and his head was tipped back his eyes screwed shut. He was breathing heavily and for a brief moment Phil was worried but then slowly Clint opened his eyes and started up at him.

Stretching up Phil brushed a kiss over Clint's lips and murmured, "Feel better?"

"God yes," replied Clint stealing a second kiss. He thumped his head against the pillow, trying to draw much needed air into his lungs before adding, "Where the fuck did you learn to do that with your tongue?"

"We all have our secrets," chuckled Phil shifting position so he could lie beside Clint, his hand resting on Clint's stomach.

Clint turned his head and looking up at Phil he smiled. It was a genuine smile not his normal sarcastic sassy smirk but a genuine heartfelt smile and it made Phil almost blush at being on the receiving end of it.

Running a hand over Clint's arm Phil stared down at him and after a few moments of comfortable silence he asked, "Do you need a break?"

"A break?" stammered Clint, "What do you…"

"You didn't think that was it, did you, darling?" chuckled Phil loving the look of realisation that slowly stole over Clint's face, "That was just a tension reliever."

Licking his lips Clint swore under his breath and closed his eyes. Phil watched him carefully, reading how Clint was feeling from his body language alone. He was still worried by the dark shadows under Clint's eyes but at least some colour had returned to Clint's face and his breathing wasn't as laboured as it had been before. He was still hesitant to go full force, still all too aware of how exhausted Clint had been earlier. Reaching over he grabbed the glass he had set on the bedside table and resting the straw against Clint's lips he ordered gently, "Drink."

Clint obeyed without argument, sucking on the straw while staring up at Phil – the meaning behind the look not lost on Phil. He shifted slightly his own body reacting to the blatant come on in Clint's eyes. Once he was satisfied Clint had drunk enough, he removed the straw taking care to wipe a residual drip off Clint's lips. As he took a gulp of water himself he glanced down and smiling warmly he asked, "What colour are you thinking of?"

Clint frowned at him tilting his head. The slowly, as he realised what he was being asked, he gave him a wide knowing smile and let out a little giggle. He shifted position on the bed his feet coming up to rest flat on the mattress, the new position showing off his body perfectly as he replied firmly, "Green. Without a doubt it's green."

"That's a nice colour," agreed Phil bending down to steal a kiss, "That's a very nice colour."

TBC