Disclaimer: We own nothing. We are upset, but Marvel will not let us buy their characters for ten cents and a piece of thread.

Warnings: ALL THE GAY SEX. But seriously, if y'all expect differently, you clearly have not read the previous chapters.

Author's Notes: We've never been to Cleveland, so this is all pulled out of our asses. Regarding updates-as you can probably guess, the end of summer royally screwed us in terms of writing time. No more all-night porn-writing sessions, we now have way less time. Sorry! We promise that we really are writing as often as possible, but the problem with having two busy authors is that we don't always have free time at the same time.

Stopover in Cleveland

Clint woke up just a short time later to find himself alone in bed. He got up sluggishly and grabbed some clothes, getting fully dressed before going into the main area of the RV. "What time's it?" he asked, yawning.

Tony looked up briefly from where he was fiddling with some machinery on the table before immediately going back to it. It wasn't clear what he was doing (or where he'd gotten the materials, for that matter), but he seemed to be rather focused on it. "5:20," he answered simply. "'Bout time you got up, Sleeping Beauty. I thought we were gonna have to send the prince in to kiss you." He gestured towards the front of the RV, pointing out where Thor was obviously sitting in the passenger's seat, as he was on the 'No driving' list.

"If I go back to bed, can you send him in to kiss me?" Clint asked, smirking, before sitting down on the couch next to Steve. "How's it going, Captain?" he asked cheerfully, elbowing their team leader obnoxiously. "And how soon til we stop, anyway?"

"What, you don't want a kiss from me instead?" Tony asked with a grin, winking at Clint seductively before hunching over and getting back to work. He had turned away too soon to see the archer rolling his eyes, but he could practically feel it.

Steve looked up from where he was reading the newspaper and grunted a bit at the elbow to the side, giving the archer a look for a moment before nodding. "I'm doing all right, Clint. I'm hoping you are too. And Natasha said that we should be stopping within the hour, so not too much longer."

"I am just peachy keen, Cap," Clint responded. "What have you been up to lately, anyway? Dating any extremely American girls? Watching any patriotic movies? Meeting up with Logan and getting into arguments about why this country is better than Canada?"

"No, no, and no," Steve answered flatly, straightening out his newspaper and looking back to it. "Just because my hero name is Captain America doesn't mean I'm some crazy American psychopath. I didn't even choose that name anyways..." He grumbled a bit, but Steve regarded being Captain America as a point of pride, and that was obvious no matter what he said. "Besides, why would anyone want to get into an argument with Logan? It wouldn't be two seconds before those claws came out." He clenched his hand into a fist, mimicking what Wolverine often did when he extended his claws.

"Well, yeah, but you're a super soldier. You could probably hold out against him," Clint said, shrugging. "I mean, that's what I'd do if I could heal like you: bait surly Canadian mutants." Knowing that Steve was getting annoyed with him, he turned his attention to Bruce. "And what about you, doc? Have you done anything fun recently, or do you have no life, like certain team leaders that we won't name?"

Bruce looked at Clint over the top of his Coke can as he drank, then set it down. "I'm pretty sure Steve has a life, he's just very… focused," he said, glancing over at Steve before looking back to the archer. "And what I think is fun and what you think is fun are probably two different things. Recently I had fun studying more about Gamma radiation," he answered, taking another sip of his soda.

"Please tell me that isn't actually your idea of fun," Clint whispered, looking horrified at the very idea. "God, I did a bit of time in a crappy party school after the whole circus thing went to shit, before I joined up with SHIELD, because I thought I needed education, even though I hadn't been to any school and could barely read, I forged my transcripts and…" He realized he was rambling. "Sorry, tangent. Point is, I hated every second. Well, every academic second. Do you just… read shit? Like, science stuff? And like it?"

The scientist raised a brow at Clint. "Maybe you just weren't going to a good school." He leaned back and set the soda can down again, folding his hands in his lap. "And yes, I find discovering new things fun. It's very exciting. Sometimes I read… science stuff. But other times I experiment." He smiled a bit, his eyes lighting up slightly. "It's incredible when you have a new breakthrough. There are so many things that the future can hold. And experimenting with gamma radiation holds so many possibilities, some of them good…" He sighed and looked down at his hands. "And some not so good…"

"Bruce, I just told you that I could barely read when I went to college. Even with my extremely legit forgeries, do you really think I could have gotten into schools like the ones you and Tony went to?" Clint asked, grinning. He was surprised, however, to see just how genuinely his friend loved his work. "But I guess I can see why you like it. I like trying new types of arrows?" he offered awkwardly, not sure how to explain that he could sort of relate.

Steve reached over as Bruce stared down at his hands. "Hey, you wouldn't have met us without that, right? I don't know about you, but I'm finding myself okay with being frozen for seventy years, just because I'm a part of this team and have friends like you."

Bruce sighed and looked up at Steve, giving him a tiny smile. "I guess not. The big guy's the only reason all of you dragged me into this crazy nuthouse we call a team." He gave a soft chuckle and leaned back again. "But... thanks, Steve," he said softly, glancing over at the soldier again before glancing quickly away and busying himself with 'inspecting' his soda can.

"That and you and Tony can do science," Clint pointed out, tapping his fingers on the couch out of pure boredom. "I mean, I assume that's what you two are doing when you start using words that sound like they're made up." He shrugged. "Fury really doesn't only see you as the Hulk, you know?" he asked sincerely. "He loves you for your mind," he added, laughing a little.

Bruce gave a slight laugh. "Well that's a reason to get up in the morning, I guess," he said, leaning back in his seat and sitting more confidently, seeming as if he was feeling better than he was just moments ago. "Thor went up to the co-pilot's seat by the way, Clint," he said, turning his head to look at the archer. "I'm worried that he might be bothering Natasha and… well quite frankly she's frightening when something's bothering her."

"He's not that annoying, guys," Clint said, giving Bruce a slightly unhappy look. "He mostly only drives people nuts when he's purposefully seeing how dumb people will think he is." He sighed and walked up to the front of the vehicle. "Hello, you two. What are you up to?"

When the archer's voice came from behind him, Thor happily turned around in his seat to beam at his boyfriend. "Hello, Clint! We are just navigating this vehicle towards the next stop," he said cheerfully, looking over at Natasha who still had her eyes firmly on the road. "Is that not correct, Natasha?"

"That's correct, Thor," the agent replied, glancing at the god with a very slight smile before continuing to drive. "It shouldn't be long now. Oh." She turned her head briefly to look at Clint as well. "And thank you for being quiet enough that I couldn't hear you from up here before. I know that must have been difficult for you two, keeping some measure of silence."

"Hey, Nat, I'm great at being quiet. Aren't I, Thor?" Clint asked, grinning as he gave Thor a quick kiss on the cheek.

"No," Thor said, sounding happy as usual and being as blunt as usual as well. He didn't understand when Natasha actually started laughing softly, something that was rare for her.

Clint couldn't help but laugh too. "Baby, you're supposed to be on my side," he reminded his boyfriend, sliding into his lap and leaning lazily on the god's chest. "Meaning you were supposed to tell Natasha that I am great at being quiet. And I am… when I need to be," he added with a grin.

Thor chuckled. "Ah, yes. That is… 'my wrong'? Is that the phrase?" he asked, obviously trying to emulate something he'd heard someone else say. He shrugged then wrapped his arms around Clint and rested his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Mm, I suppose that you did do a better job than you normally do," he said, his voice slightly teasing.

Natasha rolled her eyes, "I would expect that if I was back there when this was going on, I would have heard it," she said flatly.

"The phrase is my bad," Clint explained, leaning his head against Thor's. "Now… how close are we?" he asked. "I'm hungry and I need to pee and I want to bang my boyfriend outside in the grass tonight while you all sleep."

Natasha turned her head and gave him a look. "If you are anywhere close enough to the RV where I can hear you, I will just start shooting," she warned when she heard Clint's last words. Then she turned back to her driving. "We'll be there in a little less than an hour. You will have to be able to hold out until then." She smirked a little and glanced at the archer again. "Can you handle that?"

Thor pouted. "Possibly not. That is a long way away," he said, even though he knew it wasn't. The god just really wanted to get to the stopping and sexing part of the trip.

"Thor, you are beyond insatiable," Clint said fondly, rubbing his boyfriend's thigh happily. "I think we can wait a couple hours. We'll stop, get some food, hang out with the others… and then when they go to bed, we'll step outside and enjoy ourselves. Far enough away from the RV that Tash won't try to kill us."

Thor still looked a bit displeased at having to wait, but he nodded and smiled at Clint, "Alright, I suppose that is acceptable," he said with a firm nod, "But Natasha should drive as quickly as possible," he said next, giving Natasha a heavy pat on the shoulder. The agent turned her head for a moment to give the god a flat stare.

"I will drive at whatever pace I like," she said coolly, giving Thor's hand an icy look until Thor got the hint and took it off with a chuckle.

Clint leaned back into Thor's chest lazily. "You know, this is possibly the most relaxing thing Fury has ever made me do. I've taken naps, I've gotten a blowjob… usually he makes me crouch on top of a building for seven hours in the rain just to shoot one evil scientist or something. I'm sort of liking this, guys."

Natasha snorted slightly at that. "I have to admit that this will be the least I've worked in this amount of time in a long while. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. I don't want to get soft," she said. Natasha was used to at least working out once a day, and she knew that was going to be difficult now. "But I'm glad you're enjoying yourself..." she said, sighing a little as she thought about how they'd all have to deal with Clint and Thor being their normal, perpetually horny selves for the rest of the trip.

"Tash, it's only a couple weeks. Just do a run when we stop every night and lift some shit and stretch when you aren't driving," Clint said, shrugging. "If we stop anywhere that's really rural, we can probably even take out weapons for target practice. Or ask Steve to spar you." He turned to Thor. "Are you going to be okay, big guy? Do you need to call up a storm or something to let off steam after being cooped up all day?" He grinned. "Sex in a thunderstorm with no chance of getting hurt by lightning would be pretty hot, right?"

Thor beamed at that. "I enjoy storms!" he said happily. "But I don't think you would want to have sex in the rain," he said with a shrug, "All of you act like the rain is such an annoyance, carrying around those umbrellas around with you."

"Hey Sparky, ix-nay on the storm idea," called Tony's voice from further back in the RV. "Just because you and Clint want to have kinky rain sex doesn't mean we all want to deal with having it start pouring."

"It would just be at night!" Clint yelled back at Tony, then looked at Thor, a little bit of a pout appearing on his face. He knew how to get what he wanted, and he was damn sure he wanted rain sex. "Most people don't want to get their clothes wet," he explained, trying to figure out how to put this. "But we wouldn't be wearing any clothes! Plus, think about all those movies where characters kiss in the rain. Like the Notebook! That's your favorite movie, and they make out in the rain. We could fuck in the rain, sliding around and feeling everything and getting all dirty and stuff, then come inside, shower, and go to sleep all nice and clean in bed!"

Thor perked up at the mention of The Notebook and nodded with a smile, "Oh yes, that is my favorite scene! Then we shall do this rain-kissing Clint!" he said happily, before humming a little in approval at the idea of getting down and dirty with his boyfriend. "That sounds most enjoyable, but I must warn you…" His lips curled into a slightly wry smile. "I do not know if I'll be able to just make it storm out of nowhere. I may need to have a certain level of… stimulation."

"Clint, don't you dare respond with how you're going to help him," Natasha said, cutting her best friend off before he could get his mouth open. "I really don't want to know. If I don't know, I won't have that mental image in my head when a storm hits tonight."

Grinning, Clint nodded, knowing that it would be truly gross to her if she had to think of that during the storm. "Well, just know that you'll get stimulation, Thor," he promised, already trying to decide how he'd give his boyfriend that stimulation.

The god beamed at Clint's reply and wrapped his strong arms around him with relish. "I am glad! And I very much look forward to it," he said, then glanced over at Natasha with a smile. "Oh, I apologize. We will try to keep our business private."

"Please, please don't!" called Tony from further back in the RV.

"He really is a perv," Clint said conversationally, rolling his eyes. "Whatever. If he wants to stand out in the rain later and watch with no chance of joining in, he can be my guest."

"What do you mean I can't join in?" Tony yelled, sounding put out.

Clint glanced at Natasha, confused. "How the fuck can he hear us so well?"

The assassin shrugged and focused on driving again. "Who knows? Stark is tricky."

Thor chuckled a little. "Tony must have very good hearing. Quite impressive… for a human." He spoke louder so the billionaire could hear him, "I am afraid Clint and I would like to have the rain sex by ourselves, Tony. You may join us at another time."

"Awww man… you sure?"

"Yes!" Clint yelled back impatiently. "You don't get to have rain sex with us, so go back to your inventing, Tony." He sighed, and then perked up considerably when Natasha pulled off the highway, finally taking an exit. "Are we here?" he asked excitedly.

"Yes," the Russian replied, allowing herself a bit of a smile too. "Just a couple minutes til we get to the RV campground where we can plug in our water and electricity, so we can cook and shower and go the fuck to sleep, as our boss likes to say."

Thor clapped excitedly and let out a booming laugh. "Excellent! I cannot wait to partake of the rain sex," he said happily, prompting an audible grumbling from Tony, who was still annoyed that he couldn't join in or watch. The god looked eagerly out of the window, resting his elbows on the dashboard as he watched the road to see if they were stopping soon. "This vehicle is large, but I still feel rather cramped. I need to stretch my muscles." And by that, he meant fly around a bit with his hammer. Thor didn't seem to be able to go very long without doing something completely inhuman.

"How exactly are you planning to stretch?" Clint asked, raising an eyebrow. "You can't really fly around here, we're trying to keep a low profile on this trip, baby." He grinned happily as Natasha put on her turn signal and pulled into the RV campground. "Finally. I'm going to stretch and pee and eat something. I've been cooped up way too long."

A hand slammed down on the dashboard in eager agreement with Clint. "Yes, I am hungry as well!" Thor said loudly, a happy grin on his face. "I look forward to eating many things. Perhaps we could find one of those eat-everything buffets Tony has talked about."

"It's 'all-you-can-eat buffet, big guy." Tony called out from the back.

"I think there's one around," Clint said, pulling out his phone to search for one nearby. "I mean, most places have a few, so we'll find you one. Does that sound good to everyone?" he called out, trying to gauge the rest of the group's opinion. Steve would be happy with it, of course, as his metabolism was nearly as fast as Thor's, and he soon heard a soft yes from Bruce, a loud one from Tony, and saw a shrug from Natasha, which was close enough to a yes for him.

Thor clapped once and beamed widely, "Then it is settled. We stop at the eating everything buffet!" he boomed, still not quite getting the name. As if on cue, his stomach started growling and he patted it with a grin. "I am very much ready for food," he said, then looked out the window excitedly as Natasha turned off of the highway to start looking for one of the buffets. "Hurry Natasha, it's crucial that we get there as soon as possible."

Natasha gave him a raised brow, "Why?" She asked.

"Um, because he's a ridiculously strong god who needs a ton of food and will probably eat all of us if he isn't fed," Tony's voice came from the back.

Thor frowned slightly at that. "I would do no such thing. Besides, I found out from the Channel of Discovery that Midgardians don't taste good."

"They talk about how people taste on the Discovery Channel?" Clint asked, sounding a bit disgusted. "I though Discovery Channel was all just videos of animals mating and shit like that. Anyway, it's really close to get to the restaurant, we can get there in two minutes, so nobody has to resort to cannibalism."

"Great!" Steve said, sounding happy. "Let's not park at the camp just yet, and go to the restaurant first, okay? I'm with Thor, we should eat soon!"

"Man, a super soldier and a god at the all-you-can-eat buffet," Tony said, grinning. "They won't know what hit them."

Thor smiled at Tony, "We will try our best not to eat everything, but it may be difficult," he said, then turned back to Clint. "There was an interesting show on humans that had to survive extreme conditions," Thor explained. "It was very much intriguing. Especially learning how difficult of a time some Midgardians have scaling mountains." Of course the god had no problem with those sorts of things at all, but he was still not used to being immersed in a world where he was so much stronger than everyone else.

"We're here." Natasha interrupted, pulling into a large spot meant for a truck when they were near the buffet. Thor immediately jumped from his seat in excitement.

Clint barely managed not to fall on his ass when Thor jumped up, apparently forgetting the archer in his lap. "Careful," he admonished, patting his boyfriend's arm. "You don't want me to sprain something, do you? If I sprain something, sex is less athletic. You like when I'm flexible."

"Stop it!" Steve said, pulling a face as he opened the door and held it for the others. "I don't want to know what you two are doing when you're in your bedroom."

"Most of the time when we're in there, we sleep," Clint informed the team leader, grinning. "Aren't you just scandalized?"

Thor looked down apologetically at Clint, then shook his head. "Of course not! I would never want to hurt you!" he said. "Especially if it negatively affects coitus!" He lifted Clint into his arms suddenly and grinned. "Don't worry Clint, I will save you from the spraining!" he said, then looked towards Steve as he criticized them. "We are indeed usually sleeping. But I thought that you knew by now that we were..."

"He knows, Thor," Natasha said flatly as she pulled the keys out of the steering wheel and stood. "We all know. Sadly."

"What do you mean, sadly?" Tony asked, grinning widely as he stepped out of the RV, followed by the rest of the Avengers. "I, for one, am glad to know about their relationship because a man needs his fantasies for when he only has his hand for company, you know."

"Pardon me while I attempt not to vomit," Natasha said, walking past Tony and leading the way into the restaurant. "There are six of us," she said pleasantly (a tone which Clint always found terrifying, despite being her best friend), then paid with a SHIELD-issue credit card before leading the way to a large table in the back. "Alcohol costs extra, so if you get any, you pay at the bar," she explained, grabbing a cup to take up to the drink machine. "Let's get food. Steve, Thor, make sure you get a new plate every time you go up for seconds."

Thor immediately raced into the restaurant, looking very much excited and startling an old woman into almost dropping her tray with how fast he moved towards the buffet. He'd heard Natasha's remarks about getting a new plate every time he went for seconds. But he figured if he just grabbed four or five plates now, then that wouldn't matter! Nodding his head at such a brilliant plan, he grabbed his first plate and started to load it up. Once it was full, he went on to a second and a third and fourth. It looked as if he was getting some of everything in the entire buffet. He finished up with filling an entire plate with biscuits, then, satisfied, he stacked the plates carefully along his arms, two for each arm, before heading back to the table.

"Look Clint! I am like a circus act!" he said with a grin, showing how he was balancing the plates. His showing off almost caused him to drop one, but he managed to make it back over to the table without causing an avalanche of pasta and biscuits and barbeque chicken onto the ground.

Clint grinned. "Babe, you need to face it, you'll never impress someone who grew up in the circus by balancing a couple plates," he said teasingly, kissing Thor's nose sweetly. "Can you get me a soda or something while I get my own food?" he asked hopefully, heading to the buffet to fill up a plate with roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and green bean casserole.

The god pouted a bit when Clint didn't seem impressed, but he grinned at the kiss to his nose. He set his plates down before nodding and giving his boyfriend a playful salute at his request. "I will get you the best carbonated beverage this buffet has to offer!" he said determinedly, immediately moving over to the soda machine and grabbing two cups for both of them. He looked through the soda choices with a tilted head, wondering which one Clint would like best. Eventually he just filled three cups with three different sodas, in case Clint wanted more than one. Beaming, he carried four cups back to the table and set them down, proud of how good of a boyfriend he was.

Clint came back to the table and couldn't help but smile at his adorable boyfriend. "Did you get me three drinks?" he asked, sitting down next to Thor. "That's sweet of you, but if I drink all that I'll have to pee during… uh, activities, so I'll stick to one." He dug into his food with gusto. "Mm, green bean casserole. Reminds me of when I was in the circus. We made it with canned green beans and canned cream of mushroom, and it was the best dish we had."

Thor hummed at the answer and nodded, "Ah, yes. That would not be a good thing," he said, not wanting anything to get in the way of their making love tonight. He then began to dig into his food with gusto, clearing one plate in a few seconds flat before moving onto the other. He looked over at Clint curiously as he spoke about green bean casserole, then used his fork to steal a bite of it. "Mm, it is good!" Thor said with a large smile, though it wasn't surprising that he thought so, considering Thor seemed to think all food was good. "You ate very well in the circus," The god said, the words slightly muffled as he shoved a biscuit into his mouth. He loved hearing stories about Clint's time in the circus, because he wanted to know absolutely everything about his boyfriend and his past.

"Not really," Clint said, shrugging. He didn't feel sorry for himself, because that was the past and now he had a great job and an awesome boyfriend, but he wasn't big on sugarcoating things. "We never had enough food, and everything was canned or stale and gross. Green bean casserole was the best, but we didn't have it that often, since we got random canned goods." He grinned. "Now I live with a billionaire and eat great things all the time, so life worked out pretty well, you know?"

Thor tilted his head, "Oh. Canned things are not good?" he asked, not yet getting the quality system of Earth food. To him, food was food on that planet, since all of it was relatively foreign when he'd arrived. "Well I'm glad you get to have plenty of food now!" he boomed happily. "Tony gets us lot of nice things."

Speaking of Tony, the billionaire was currently picking through the food on his plate with a wrinkled nose. "Ugh, I would so much rather have a burger right now." He said, apparently finding fast food to be a step up from buffet food.

"Hey, Tony, you know that Stones song, 'You Can't Always Get What You Want'?" Clint asked, smirking. "I think that really applies to you right now. Now hush and eat your food, or Steve will give you sad eyes. Nobody likes when Captain America has sad eyes, dude."

Natasha was eating rather happily, which Clint was glad to see. He knew that she could be overly picky in restaurants due to her desire to eat a balanced and healthy diet (Clint found this rather strange), but she had apparently found lean beef, rolls, and some good vegetables and was content.

Tony turned to look at him and promptly (and very maturely) stuck his tongue out at Clint with an obnoxious noise before going back to picking through his pasta. Steve, meanwhile, was eating his food contentedly. His plates were very full as well, as he was another one who ate a ton to keep up with the strength of his body. He didn't seem to be complaining, and neither was Bruce who was sitting next to him. The scientist was eating slowly, but surely. He seemed distracted though, and interestingly enough, it seemed to be by Steve. He would glance up at the super-soldier every once in a while, but would immediately avert his gaze back to his food if Steve turned to meet his eyes.

Clint grinned as he watched, because it looked to him like somebody had a crush. He'd have to tell Thor when they were alone later, and warn the god not to mention it in front of anyone. He wondered idly if Bruce had told Tony, since the two were close friends. Probably not, he decided. He certainly wouldn't trust Tony to keep his mouth shut about good gossip like that, and Bruce had a higher IQ than Clint so he would clearly know better.

"Do we, uh, have plans as a group tonight, or is it every man for himself?" Clint asked around a mouthful of potatoes. At a look from Natasha, he corrected himself, "Every man or woman for himself or herself, as the case may be?"

Tony gave Clint a grin at the question "Don't worry Legolas, we'll give you and Sparky your space tonight. As if we don't know what you want to get up to," he said, taking a large gulp of his soda. "Though I can't promise I won't be somewhere… nearby…"

Natasha rolled her eyes at him then sighed. "Yes, Clint. Just… take Thor and go when you're ready to deal with all of that," she said, finishing up the last of her chicken. "And remember what I told you. If I hear even the tiniest sound, I'm bringing out my pistol. So go far away."

"Yes, ma'am," Clint responded, smirking as he finished his food as well and took both their plates to the dish station. On his way back to the table, he rerouted to the dessert table and got himself and Thor each a piece of cheesecake with raspberry sauce. "Here, babe," he said as he put one plate in front of Thor, rather impressed that his boyfriend had almost finished all four of his plates of food.

Thor smiled wide as he was handed a piece of cheesecake, and he immediately dug into it eagerly. "Thank you!" he said, eating the entire slice of cake in just a few bites before sitting back and patting his stomach, satisfied. "Ah, I feel better now," he said, in a very good mood now that his stomach was full, and because he knew what was going to happen in not too long.

"Looks like he's ready for a different sort of 'dessert'," Tony piped up with a smirk, standing to take his own plate to the dish station.

"All in due time," Clint informed his boyfriend, eating half of his cheesecake before deciding it was too rich to eat anymore and giving the rest to Tasha. "Did anyone forget anything? We can stop by a drugstore if people need toothpaste or deodorant or whatever before we park in the RV camp for the night."

Everyone shook their heads at the question, all of them having come fully prepared to their knowledge. "Don't worry about us, Clint," said Bruce, who then smiled slightly at Steve as he soldier picked up his plate as well as his own to make his way over to the dish station.

Thor grinned. "Then it's settled! Everything is prepared, so now we go!" he boomed, slamming a palm down excitedly on the table, making a few cups rattle with his strength.

Clint put everyone's cups away at the dish station before following the group to the RV, beginning to get a bit excited about getting outside and having nasty rain sex with Thor, though, to his credit, he didn't show his excitement in the slightest, instead looking content as he sat on the couch for the three minute drive back to the RV park.

Thor, meanwhile, was impatient and it showed. As they drove to the RV park, he stood in the front and watched Natasha drive, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement. As soon as they'd stopped for good for the night, he was rushing out of the vehicle with a grin. "Clint! You had better come out here," he called out, then smirked. "I think I feel a storm coming on," be purred, his eyes flashing for a moment, sparking with both mischief and arousal and his power.

Clint rolled his eyes. "Okay, even I was planning to wait like ten minutes," he muttered to Tony, who just grinned and shook his head. "Yeah, it's going to get a little stormy out, so you guys had best hole up for the night. See you in the morning!" he called out before stepping outside and dragging Thor away from the RV to a secluded spot by the woods. He didn't want to get caught by security or, worse, Natasha. "Have you got lube?" he asked, not wanting to have to go back to the RV and get that. Tony would laugh in his face, and Steve would blush cherry red.

The god grinned a little. "Yes, I came prepared!" he said cheerfully, bringing out the bottle of lube. "But I must say that I am not quite ready to start a storm," he said a little playfully, stepping close to his boyfriend and dropping the bottle on the ground for the moment to wrap his arms around Clint's waist. "But perhaps you can help me with that," he added a bit huskily, leaning in to press his lips to Clint's.

"Mm?" Clint asked, enjoying, as always, teasing his boyfriend. "Tell me just what sort of help you need, baby. I know you can always bring a storm in battle, so should I go get my bow and start firing around you to scare you a bit?" He knew perfectly well that Thor wanted some foreplay-though he was curious if that actually had an affect on his storm powers or he was just bullshitting to get some-but he wanted to hear the god say it out loud.

Thor laughed at that. "That was not quite what I was thinking. That usually summons storms of the painful variety," he said with a grin. "But since that would be so dangerous, perhaps we should not do this after all," he mused, teasing back. And it was obviously teasing, because there was absolutely no way Thor was going back into that RV without having been properly laid first. With the super-charged libido of a god, he would be driven crazy if he weren't able to properly be with his boyfriend after he'd been thinking about it this long. Especially since Clint was right there and could be so easily thrown to the ground… but he would take it slow. For now.

"Then what were you thinking?" Clint asked, waiting for Thor to talk dirty to him about exactly what he wanted. "Should I do interpretive dance? Or give you a blowjob? Discuss politics?"

The god tilted his head and hummed thoughtfully. "As interesting as interpretive dance sounds, I think I would like you on your knees," he said-too cheerfully, considering what he was asking. Thor was still not completely versed in the tone dirty talk should take on. "So you can suck me." He reached down and started to unbutton his jeans slowly.

Clint grinned up at his boyfriend as he sank down obediently. "Mm, I'll be glad to suck you if you make it pour. Let me take out my hearing aids first, though," he said, grabbing a waterproof case from inside his pocket and quickly stashing the tiny electronics in it. "Sorry, babe, they aren't waterproof." He flashed a smile up at Thor. "C'mon, let's get physical."

Thor smiled, "Yes, let's. And we will see what comes of it," he purred slightly, even if Clint couldn't hear it. His eyes sparked a little again as it suddenly got a little darker. Clouds were moving in above them. He unbuttoned his jeans completely, then took his hands away, planning to let Clint do the rest.

Glancing up at the sky, Clint's smile widened. "Looks like you're already getting pretty excited there, sweetie," he muttered, then bent his head down and reached his hands up, pulling Thor out of his pants and licking at him teasingly. "That enough, baby?" he asked, smirking.

A groan was Clint's first answer, along with fingers tangling in his hair and pulling slightly. "D-definitely not," he said, rolling his hips forward a little bit and trying to get his boyfriend to take more of his swelling, twitching cock into that wonderfully hot mouth. The sky grew darker still, but there was no rain. Not yet.

Clint grinned as Thor gently pulled his hair. "You can push me around harder than that, Thor," he purred before opening his mouth once more and leaning in to suck at his boyfriend. He felt as though he were about to start vibrating with excitement as he waited for the feel of thick raindrops on his skin. God, it was going to be so intense with his hearing aids out. No sound, just the sight of a wet Thor and the feel of his cock and hands and the rain… fuck, Clint stiffened up in his jeans just thinking about it.

Thor moaned softly and gripped Clint's hair tighter obligingly, bucking up a little harder into his boyfriend's mouth as he started to suck him. He knew that Clint couldn't hear him, but he still groaned his name softly as his cock swelled to full hardness in his lover's mouth. Thunder rolled above them, unbeknownst to Clint now that his hearing aids were out. But as a reward, Thor finally let loose a little more, and a light rain began, getting slowly harder.

Moaning around his boyfriend's erection, Clint shook a bit in anticipation when he felt drops of rain hitting his skin, starting out small and getting bigger, pounding deliciously on his skin. "Fuck," he groaned, pulling off of Thor after a minute. "God, just… naked. We need to be naked. Right now."

The god bucked up again into Clint's mouth with a small gasp as his boyfriend moaned around his cock, sending vibrations through the shaft. He groaned when Clint pulled off of him, but then nodded with a grin at the words. He started by grasping the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it off and over his head before fumbling slightly in kicking off his shoes and wriggling out of his jeans and boxers. He shook his head to get his now damp hair away from his face and watched with half-lidded eyes as Clint undressed as well, a single bolt of lightning streaking through the sky due to his anticipation.

Clint stripped down efficiently, peeling off his clothes and throwing them a few feet away. "Position?" he asked breathlessly, not getting up off his knees. Thor would be getting down on the ground soon, so he contented himself with distributing gentle bites and kisses over the god's powerful thighs. "Mm, can I be on top so I can feel the rain all over?" he asked hopefully. "I mean, me riding you. Not me fucking you. Unless that's what you want." He grinned. "It's sex with you, I'll do any damn thing you please right this second if you find a way to tell me."

Thor growled softly in approval at Clint's words and at the little nips to his thighs before finally lowering himself to lie down on his back on the ground, head craned up to look at his boyfriend with sparkling, arousal-filled eyes. He still wasn't completely versed in sign language, especially regarding sexual terms, so he settled for grasping at Clint's hips with his large, powerful hands and tugging him forward, nodding and grinning to tell the archer that he was indeed fine with being ridden.

Smiling widely, Clint moved to straddle Thor's hips, erection hot between their stomachs. "Open me up?" he requested in a low, arousal-filled voice. "I can't hear you talk dirty so you'd better find another way to keep me interested, hadn't you?" he added, wanting Thor to kiss him or bite him or find a way to show him how hot this all would be. "You don't want me to get bored and run off, do you?"

A hand fumbled out in a search for the bottle of lube, and when Thor finally managed to grasp it, he opened the cap and squeezed some of the gel onto his hand, coating his fingers thoroughly in lubricant to prepare his lover. He then set the bottle aside again and grasped Clint's hip with his clean hand, squeezing it harder and growling under his breath when his boyfriend teased about running off if he got bored. Deciding to take Clint's assurance that he could go harder to heart, the god tilted his head forward and nipped hard at the archer's neck before sucking at the same spot, effectively leaving a mark on the sensitive skin. His other hand, meanwhile, wasted no time in thrusting the first finger straight in as Thor grew more and more eager. The lightning overhead reflected his excitement, as did the slight increase in the amount of rain, the drops now fat and soaking them completely as they fell.

"Yeah, that's it," Clint moaned, tilting his head to give Thor more access to his neck. "Come on, baby, go crazy." He immediately thrust his hips down when Thor pushed a finger inside. He'd been rimmed already that day, and he could always take a single finger easily. "Come on, prep me fast. I need you to fuck me, Thor…"

Thor was obviously not a fan of being rushed when he wanted to be in control, because with every word out of Clint's mouth, he growled obviously against his boyfriend's neck, sending vibrations through the skin before nipping hard at it, traveling up to his jaw with them. His grip on Clint's hip tightened as well as punishment, and deciding that if his lover really wanted him to hurry it up, he would oblige him. It was one finger that pulled out of Clint, and three that pressed back in, preparing him more quickly.

Clint shuddered excitedly as he felt Thor growling against his neck. Fuck, he loved how possessive and intense his boyfriend got during foreplay and sex. He could give as well as he got, though, and in hopes of getting some more of this rough loving, he leaned down and bit Thor right back. He opened his mouth in a loud gasp, though, when the god shoved three fingers into him. "Fuck, yes," he whispered, eyes shutting as he rocked back on those thick, penetrating digits, feeling the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain shooting through his system.

Thor's fingers spread and curled inside of his boyfriend, stretching him completely and getting him ready for the swollen, thick cock that was currently pressed against Clint's thigh, eager and hard. Every once in a while he would curl his fingers right into that sweet spot inside of his lover before going back to just teasingly brushing at it. When Clint bit him back however, Thor immediately removed his fingers and grasped his boyfriend's hips hard with both hands, squeezing and moving him forcefully so he could line up his tip with Clint's entrance, wasting no time in pressing the head all the way in. He was obviously taking control of the situation, and his eyes flashed slightly again as another crack of thunder and streak of lightning went off overhead.

"Oh, fuck," Clint gasped out, eyes widening as he felt the thick head of Thor's cock slip inside him. He didn't wait for Thor to pull him the rest of the way down, however; he drove down as hard as he could, grunting loudly as the god filled him up completely. "Ow, fuck, yes, Thor, nngh…" He couldn't put together a full sentence. It had been ages since he had gone this fast into fucking hard, and he felt like his brain was short-circuiting. He pushed himself up and braced his arms against Thor's chest, shivering in the heavy rain as he used his legs to move up so that only the tip of his boyfriend's cock was inside. Before he could tease, though, his feet, braced on the ground, slid in the mud, and he crashed back down with a stifled scream. "Oh, God, you are so… so fucking huge oh God just… oh God… just fuck me!"

Thor threw his head back into the softening ground and groaned loudly, unable to resist the urge to buck up sharply into that maddeningly tight heat, grasping Clint's hips hard. He let out a deep, slightly hoarse cry of ecstasy as his boyfriend pulled off only to slip and come crashing back down, his cock already giving a spurt of precome. "N-nngh...yes!" he moaned out, even though Clint couldn't hear him, almost quivering in arousal as he listened to his lover cry out for him so desperately. The lightning was striking overhead over and over again, creating somewhat of a lightshow in the sky as Thor thrust up into his boyfriend, creating a hard and fast rhythm. Their bodies slid slickly against one another with the way they were completely soaked by the rain.

Clint's arms were soon shaking too much for them to really help prop him up and he fell onto Thor's chest, lips skidding around on the golden skin beneath him as he tried to kiss or bite or suck on Thor. He couldn't muster up the coordination to do any of those things, though, so he just panted against the god's skin desperately, grunting loudly with every powerful thrust from Thor's hips. "God, yes!" he cried out, scrambling his feet for purchase for a few seconds before managing a quick up and down. "Oh, fuck, yes, Thor, oh!"

An 'oof' escaped Thor's lips as Clint suddenly fell onto his chest, but the fact that his boyfriend was so wound up that he couldn't even hold himself up anymore sent even more arousal sparking down the god's spine and straight into his throbbing cock. He had his head permanently thrown back now as waves of pleasure crashed through him, and he may have been digging bruises into Clint's hips with how hard he was grasping but he couldn't bring himself to care as he bucked up harder and harder into that wonderful heat, having the presence of mind to start angling himself just right to hit the spot that would drive Clint completely up the wall. Once he'd found it, he moaned and started to pound into it over and over again, the force of his thrusts sliding them around slightly on the ground that was growing softer and looser under the force of the rain. He knew his back and his hair were probably getting filthy by now, but to hell with that also. One of his arms, shaking slightly with his ecstasy, moved from gripping Clint's hip to wrap around his back, and he arched his own back up into his boyfriend to press their bodies closer together as thunder cracked and boomed overhead. The sound was still not enough to drown out Clint's cries though, much to his pleasure.

"Oh my God," Clint screamed, shaking in Thor's arms from the pure pleasure of it all. This was literally the best sex he had ever had. Apparently bringing in a storm made his boyfriend even better in the sack and they were wet and muddy and gross but it was still so fucking perfect. "Yes, please, please!" He didn't know what he was begging for at this point. Not to come, because he never wanted this to end. "More!" There, that was what he needed, just… more. As Thor arched up, he shoved as hard as he could against him, gasping as that rubbed his cock in between their stomachs perfectly. "Oh my fucking…" Between that and Thor's continued assault on his prostate, Clint was amazed that he wasn't coming all over yet.

Thor was now thrusting up again and again, wildly and desperately as he felt the heat inside of him building up to an unbearable point. He panted and groaned and hoarsely cried out his pleasure as his cock throbbed and spurted precome in that tight, perfect inferno of Clint's body. Every cry leaving his boyfriend's lips had him seeing sparks, and it reflected in the lightning and thunder clapping and flashing all around them. He drove the swollen head of his cock relentlessly into Clint's prostate, trying to get his boyfriend to lose it so he could feel him tightening so wonderfully around his cock. "A-ah...yes, Clint...need you to..!" He was asking his lover to let go so they could both reach ecstasy, unable to help his crying out even when he knew Clint couldn't hear him. The raindrops falling heavily onto them didn't seem to take the heat away, and he felt like there was fire burning just beneath their skin where their bodies were pressing together.

Clint moved his shaky hands to Thor's shoulders, holding on tightly, nails digging into smooth skin as he gasped and grunted with each thrust. "Oh, fuck, Thor," he panted out, dragging his teeth over the god's muscled pectoral. "I… oh my God you're so fucking b-big I ju-fuck!" he cried out, clawing down Thor's arms in nearly unbearable pleasure.

The bucks of Thor's hips grew more and more desperate, and he groaned softly in approval as Clint scraped his teeth along his chest and gripped at his shoulders tightly. He couldn't take it any longer and immediately tilted his head up to capture his boyfriend's lips in a hard, heated kiss, their teeth clashing slightly in how eager he was. His hand, quivering slightly from the force of his pleasure, moved down between their precome slick stomachs to wrap thick fingers around his lover's cock. "A-ahhn… come for me!" he cried out roughly, starting to mercilessly pump along the shaft and rubbing firmly over the slit with his thumb, trying his best to drive Clint completely over the edge.

Kissing Thor was nearly impossible with how utterly wrecked Clint was from the constant, perfect stimulation, but he breathed into the god's mouth and let him do as he pleased. His eyes, which had drifted shut of their own accord some time ago, snapped open as he felt a strong hand curl around his erection and begin to jerk hard, as if that were the only thing happening to get him off. As much as he wanted to just keep at this messy, unbelievable sex forever, it was too much. Just five strokes in, he tore his mouth from Thor's to scream out wordlessly in pleasure as his tight balls finally released, covering their chests and stomachs with a large load of come and making him double over in ecstasy, his body clenching impossibly tight around his boyfriend's erection.

Thor arched his back up hard and gave a loud, deep cry of pleasure as Clint tightened hard around his throbbing cock. The pleasure that rushed through him was too much, and Thor writhed his hips as much as he could under the weight of his boyfriend, the soft ground giving way and making his movements smoother and easier. He continued to pound into his lover over and over again, that delicious friction sending him spiraling closer and closer to his own release. It was a few thrusts in before he finally lost control, bucking up hard and directly into Clint's prostate. A very loud clap of thunder drowned out the hoarse cry the god let out as hot, thick seed burst from his aching cock, filling his boyfriend as the lightning overhead danced and clashed dramatically; displaying Thor's powerful climax in the sky.

Clint grunted loudly, a little more semen dribbling from his cock as Thor managed to hit his prostate as he came. "Holy fuck," he gasped breathlessly once he felt like he could talk. "Just… holy fuck. That was honestly the best sex I have ever had in my life. God. That's it. You can make a storm whenever we fuck from now on." He lifted his head exhaustedly. "Can you stop it, though? I want to put my hearing aids back in for some pillow talk now, babe."

The mud underneath him didn't even faze Thor as he wound down from his release, panting and nearly purring in satisfaction, especially upon hearing Clint's breathless words. He was about to reply, but remembered that Clint couldn't hear, so he simply wrapped his arm around his boyfriend again and held him close. When Clint asked him to make the rain stop, he nodded and hummed as he did as he was told. Slowly but surely, the rain died away from heavy to just a light drizzle to nothing at all.

Once the rain stopped, Clint crawled off Thor, grumbling in disappointment at having to do so, and found his clothes, digging through the pockets of his jeans to find his hearing aids' case and take the little electronics out and stick them in his ear canals. He struggled back to his boyfriend and collapse against him once more. "You like that?" he asked hopefully.

Thor unwrapped his arms a bit grudgingly from around Clint so he could root around for his hearing aids, then smiled as his boyfriend returned and sprawled out over him once more. "Of course!" he said, the sated grin on his face giving away his pleasure and satisfaction just as much as his slightly rough voice. "This is certainly something we have to do again," he purred, rubbing circles into Clint's back as he just relaxed, not wanting to get up for the moment even if he could feel his back sliding around slightly in the mud beneath it.

"Well, I'm glad you liked it," Clint said a little shyly, snuggling deeper into Thor's chest. "I'd really like to try it again sometime, maybe on the roof of the tower? I don't know. But, uh, we're going to need some major showers after this. I'm covered in mud, and I wasn't even the one lying on the ground." He laughed as he looked at his watch. "Nobody's going to be in bed. When we go back, Tony's going to stare and make comments, Steve is going to blush and be all embarrassed, and Nat is going to roll her eyes so hard they'll fall out."

An approving growl was Clint's answer at the idea of trying it again on top of the tower. "It would involve much less mud," Thor agreed, lifting up and pushing Clint up with him and wincing slightly at the squelching sound his back made as it left the slight suction of the mud. "I will need a long shower, I think," he mused, reaching a hand back to touch the muddied skin, his fingers coming back brown. "I'm thinking that Natasha may not be happy with this. Tony will be very pleased though."

Clint groaned quietly as Thor gently pushed him into a sitting position. As hot and perfect as that had been, his ass was now beyond sore. "I don't know, Tony might be annoyed that he didn't get to join in, or at least watch," he said with a tired laugh. "Oh, Jesus, Thor, I think you broke me. In a good way, but broken nonetheless. You should carry me back so I don't have to try to walk…"

Thor nodded immediately, perfectly content with having to carry his boyfriend back to the RV. Reason one for that was knowing he'd pleasured Clint so well that he couldn't even move. Reason two was that it made him feel strong to carry around his boyfriend, who was rather powerful himself. He made to stand, planting his feet flat on the ground beneath him and pushing up with his knees. Unfortunately when he was about halfway up to a standing position, the mud made his feet slip out from under him and he landed on his ass with a grunt, getting even more saturated with mud. "This may be difficult..."

"Ow," Clint grunted as they fell back, his head slamming into Thor's chest. "Yeah, it's feeling difficult. Crap. We didn't really think this through, did we?" he asked, chucking a bit. "How about you leave me on the ground, get up and put your clothes on, and then pick me up and carry me and my pile of clothes back to the RV?"

"But it's going to be uncomfortable..." Thor complained as he glanced over at his clothes, then down at his mud-covered skin. "We can just go back like this," he decided, not one to be concerned with human modesty rules. He pushed Clint gently off of his lap so he could stand, managing to succeed this time and move out of the range of that mud. He chuckled when he saw what seemed to be like one of the Midgardian snow angels in the mud as he gathered up his and Clint's clothes. Then he crouched down carefully, trying not to slip, and hoisted his boyfriend into his arms, standing again without incident. To say that their team members would be surprised as two very much dirty and very much naked men came in would probably be an understatement.

Clint smiled and snuggled into Thor's shoulder. "You're comfy," he mumbled, a little silly with exhaustion. "I like that in a man." He yawned loudly as they began to move. "Did you grab our clothes? Maybe tomorrow night we'll stop near a Laundromat so we can wash them. Muddy clothes are gross." He wrapped his arms around Thor's neck, only letting go to open the door of the RV so Thor could carry him in.

Tony was the first to look up from whatever little machine he was tinkering with, and instantly got a fake look of shock upon his face. "Mud monsters!" he gasped dramatically before his lips curled into an approving grin, his eyebrows waggling lecherously. "Sexy mud monsters," he purred.

"Tony, be quiet!" Steve nearly squeaked out, looking down pointedly at the book he was reading and trying not to glance up at the two very nude men. His face gave away how much he had seen, though, since it was a bright red from hairline to chin.

"Really, Clint? I thought you were a little more discreet than that," Natasha said, but her lips twitched up just slightly, which Clint knew to be the Natasha equivalent of raucous laughter. "Go to the shower, both of you. We hooked up the water, so you can wash off. No shower sex, though. If the RV starts rocking, I will be knocking. And pulling your kidneys out with my bare hands."

"Yes ma'am," Clint said, grinning. "C'mon, Thor, let's get cleaned off. And stop blushing, Steve, you were in the army. You've seen dicks before."

Thor gave Natasha his most charming smile, which came out slightly nervous, "Don't worry Natasha, we will be extra quiet if we have shower sex!" he boomed, not realizing that saying that probably wasn't going to help. But he moved out of the area immediately afterwards, ignoring the stares from Bruce and the slight whining coming from the general direction of Steve.

Once he was in the little room he and Clint shared, he made immediately for the tiny bathroom, looking back as they entered to see the muddy footprints he'd tracked in. "Ah, that's not good." He mused, though he didn't seem to concerned with it as he just set Clint down and turned on the water. Once the shower was at a suitable temperature, he set their muddy clothes down on the floor with a wet 'thump' before stepping under the stream of steaming water. He sighed contentedly and tilted his face up into the stream, the bit of mud that had splattered onto his face washing off quickly. The remnants of Clint's pleasure that was coating his stomach began to wash away as well.

"Come on, Clint." Thor said, looking over at his boyfriend with warm blue eyes and beckoning for the archer to join him.

Clint took out his hearing aids, and then winced as he limped into the shower, leaning against Thor as soon as he could.

Thor lathered up his hands with soap and started to wash himself off; after he finished, he moved to wash Clint as well, making the archer hum happily. It only took them a few minutes to get clean, after which Thor dried them both off with a towel. He gave Clint time to put in his hearing aids before carrying him back to their bed and laying them down gently.

"Seriously, you did a number on my ass, babe," Clint said, a little bit of whine creeping into his voice. "It was good and all but now I just want to lie on my stomach for the rest of my life. And we totally broke Captain America's brain and it's all your fault."

Thor normally would have been upset that he hurt Clint in any way, but right now he couldn't help but grin in response, feeling rather satisfied with himself. "Mm, you were not complaining at the time. And you're tough, you will be fine soon," he said, chuckling a little at the mention of Steve. "Ah, he may not be fine soon. I don't understand why he is so prudish. It must be a Midgardian thing," he decided. "Perhaps he will even be used to it someday," he cheerfully mused as he lay down next to his boyfriend.

"Can you really imagine Captain America ever not being embarrassed about knowing we had sex?" Clint asked, snuggling into Thor's chest. "He's from the forties, and all those black and white pictures and their movies and stuff make it look like it was a really prudish time," he added in explanation. "Plus, they weren't accepting of gay people then. I don't think he has a problem with us, he's just… not used to men doing naughty things."

"It doesn't appear to me that he is used to anyone doing much of anything," Thor responded with a laugh, good naturedly picking on his teammate. He yawned and brought the blankets up over them before wrapping his arms around Clint. "I definitely had fun today. You even wore me out enough that I will probably sleep all through the night like a human!" he said happily, his voice a little hoarse from their earlier fun. He was very much comfortable where he was, snuggling into his boyfriend's warmth unashamedly and closing his eyes with a hum and resting.

"You'll see how great it is, all that sleep," Clint said with a grin, taking out his hearing aids and turning them off before kissing Thor's chest and falling asleep.

A.N.: Sorry it took so long to update! Our lives are super crazy. We'll try to get the next one up faster.