Chapter 10: Sunday pt2

Tony was unsure how to feel. He was pissed at Clint and Natasha for hitting him, but deep down he knew he deserved it. He just wished Clint would've hit him before their frotting instead of after. Tony had no idea why he was losing all of his self-control with Clint. He had been flirting with Clint non-stop since the boy came on his bus, and cooking breakfast with him was fun. He didn't remember the last time he had that much fun doing something so simple. What made him lose control that morning was seeing Clint in this new light. He was just so loose! They were there alone in the kitchen, just being carefree and making breakfast for their friends. Clint danced with him. Laughed with him. Showed him how to properly mix eggs. It was freeing. Clint wasn't so wound up and steely eyed, and it just drove Tony crazy.

He knew Clint liked him back. There was no way around it. Tony knew all Clint needed was the right push, so Tony tested him. He flirted with Clint, cornered him against the counter and brought their bodies together. If Clint really didn't like Tony back, he would've socked him in the jaw the second he started stroking his shoulder. But nope. Clint was just nervous. Tony kept riling him up with sexy talk, and Clint was fighting to give in. Tony had to admit the boy had some damn good restraint, but when he pointed out Clint's erection, it was over with. Tony dryhumped him on the counter, and it was the hottest thing he'd ever done. He'd had full intercourse with pornstars before, and yet fucking Clint in the kitchen with their clothes on was the sexiest thing he'd done so far. When they kissed, Tony forgot how to breathe. Clint was using tongue. Heat. Passion.

Tony lost himself, and he ended up cumming in his pants from the friction alone. Clint was two seconds behind him with that. Tony almost got hard again just watching his face as he came close. Then Clint snapped. He yelled at him and punched him in the forehead before leaving. Tony was just so confused. It was infuriating and arousing all at once, and Tony hated that he was the one blamed. Natasha was just jealous. She hit him out of jealousy. Tony was a danger to their relationship, so she smacked him and threatened him. He wasn't the one to blame. Right? Sharon left with Bruce, and Tony's feelings were only hurt more. Sharon was supposed to be a sweetheart, and he really liked Bruce. Yet there they were, just walking out on him. Just like Clint. Just like Natasha. Rhodey. Pepper. Steve and Thor stayed there doing their best to comfort him, and he wanted to cry. Poor Thor was just so lost by the situation, and Steve tried to solve the problem like usual. Steve may have been a goodie two-shoes pain in the ass most of the time, but Tony had to admire the guy's character. When Steve asked him what was wrong, all Tony could say was "I messed up, Steve."

Steve and Thor helped Tony clean up the eggs Clint threw against the wall. They ate the breakfast, not wanting it to go to waste. Tony was worried about leftovers since he prepared it for seven people, but Thor's appetite thankfully took care of that problem. Then they went back to Tony's floor and watched some movies. All of the Three Kicks To The Head movies. Steve was insisting on Tony refraining from drinking. At least for the rest of the day, so he compensated with big dumb action movies. Tony was tempted to give Steve the bird and down a bottle of whiskey out of spite, but he knew Steve was just trying to be a friend. Damn him and that Texas sized heart of his. Hours passed, and Tony was feeling a little better. Still, he couldn't fully invest himself in the movies, and he had no other plans for his guests. In the evening, he insisted on them both going home. Steve was hesitant, but Tony promised him he wouldn't have a drink until tomorrow. It was barely night time, but Tony couldn't think of anything else to do. He took some of his dad's sleeping pills with another pineapple smoothie and dropped like a rock in his bed.

In his dream, Tony relived his party. From the moment he picked up his friends at Steve's house, to dancing for hours, to the game of Truth or Dare. Clint was there during all those times. Clint pole dancing on the bus. Clint grinding with Natasha on the dance floor. Clint laughing like a heyena during Truth or Dare. Clint kissing him. Clint this! Clint that! Fuck, when is this gonna stop?! Tony awoke with a start the next day. He was gripping his sheets and pitching a tent in his boxers. Great. Just freaking great. hethought as he got out of bed. He didn't know what time it was, but the sun was shining bright in his room. It had to be late morning at least, which meant Tony slept for over ten hours. Holy shit. No wonder Howard takes those damn pills.

Still aching hard, Tony went to the bathroom, hopped in the shower, and took care of this problem the only way he knew how. With the steaming hot water running over his body, Tony cupped his balls with his left hand. His shaft with his right. He jerked himself hard, fantasizing about the things he wanted to do with Clint. If they just made out and dryhumped again that would've have been fantastic, but of course Tony wanted to go further. To be naked with Clint. Taste every inch of his skin. Find out which spots on his body drove him crazy. To be inside of Clint. Have Clint inside of him. To claim him. To make him his. To call out his name when he-

"Oh shit!" Tony cried.

He came fast and hard, squirting streams of cum against the shower door.

Tony leaned back against the shower wall and laughed lightly to himself. Cumming always felt amazing, but he knew it was probably not best to do it to the guy he probably couldn't have. Hell, he got punched by that guy. But it wasn't fair! Tony may have started it, but Clint participated. He was into it!

"Ugh! Fuck this. Steve's not here anymore and I need a fucking drink." he said to himself.

He cleaned himself and the door up and left the shower ten minutes later. It was Sunday. His father was still across the country and his house cleaners always had Sundays off. Tony grinned. Fuck clothes. Nobody's here. Still wet and in his birthday suit, Tony looked at the time on the stove clock in the kitchenette. It was a little past noon. Tony took the elevator down to the ground floor and went out to his backyard.

His backyard was surprisingly tame for a Stark home. There wasn't much back there other than a fifty foot long pool, a small jacuzzi, and a stocked mini bar by the back porch. Tony poured himself a glass of Crown Royal and sat in the jacuzzi. The hot bubbles felt great on his naked body. He took a few strong sips of the drink, loving the familiar burn in his throat when he swallowed it. He let his head fall back, soaking in the warmth of the sun. A good half an hour and two glasses of brown liquor later, Tony was feeling miles better. He stepped out of the hot water and went back upstairs.

Back on his floor, Tony got dressed in only a simple gold silk bathrobe. He still didn't feel like wearing clothes just yet. He sat back into his Lazy Boy chair and let out the leg-rest. He snapped his fingers, and "The Grindhouse Blues" played softly on the speakers. He smiled to himself. Planet Terror was one of his favorite movies. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling relaxed. Sometimes doing nothing just felt great. Suddenly the elevators dinged open, and Tony opened one of his eyes. Pepper was there, dressed in a simple knee length white dress. He closed his eye and sighed. He didn't know how to feel about her presence at the moment.

"What's up, Pepper?" he asked, tapping his feet to the song.

Pepper came closer, standing next to him by the chair.

"Tony, I wanted to come by and talk." she said.

Tony opened both of his eyes this time. He was expecting her to chew him out. He sat up a little.

"'Bout what?" he asked, although he already had a pretty good idea.

He snapped his fingers and the music ceased. Pepper stroked at the ponytail hanging over her shoulder.

"About Friday night. I uh, I wanted to apologize for leaving like that. I also wanted to explain why I did."

Tony sat up in the chair and looked at her.

"Alright, you've got my attention." he said.

Pepper blew a raspberry and looked to the side.

"Tony I was upset with you because I felt like you were toying with me. We may not be a thing anymore, but I still love you. Maybe not in that way but,...you know."

Tony's face grew serious. No time for jokes like usual.

"I do, Pep. Believe me, I do."

Pepper looked at him. She looked sad and happy at the same time.

"Tony, I know how you are, but I couldn't understand why during your dare you couldn't just be straight forward with it. I mean, you teased us. You teased me. A big part of me was flattered immensely when you crawled towards me. I thought you at least still found me hot."

"I do find you-"

Pepper held up a finger and bit the inside of her cheek.

"Let me finish. You played your little game, then you kissed Clint. I saw the way you kissed him. You liked it. I mean, you really liked it. A small part of me deep inside was hoping you'd give us a second chance, but it's clear that you want to do that with somebody else instead. I was emotional and a little tipsy, and I knew that if I stayed I would've wanted to hit you."

Tony chortled, stroking lightly at his forehead and cheek.

"Join the club." he said with a sneer.

He knew he deserved it (mostly), but he was still bitter about it. Pepper's cheeks flushed. He could tell she was trying not to laugh.

"Yeah um, Sharon filled me in yesterday. It's another reason why I came by. Are you gonna be okay?"

Tony's mouth crooked to the side as he looked down at his toes. Man he needed a pedicure soon.

"Can't tell, Pepper. I honestly can't." he replied.

"I could stay if you like. You want some company?" she asked.

Actually Tony did, but he could detect the uncertainty in her voice. He ran his head through his hair.

"No. I'll be alright. Some alone time will do me some good."

Pepper leaned down and kissed his forehead. He sighed. It felt nice. Familiar. She turned around and walked toward the elevator. The doors dinged open and Tony closed his eyes. Before she stepped inside, Pepper said,

"I'll see you later, Tony. Please, whatever you decide to do about this just...be careful. I bet you Clint is just as lost as you are."

When Pepper stepped inside and went down, Tony scoffed.

Right. Because I'm always just soooo careful about shit.

A/N: After those last few chapters I felt like adding in some fluff. How do you feel about the relationships in this story?