Chapter 4- Welcome To The Show
A/N: Slight warnings for some light smut stuff...
Most of the Avengers did other things in their spare time.
Tony obviously worked on his latest inventions.
Natasha did her own thing which nobody actually knew about, but it kept her pretty busy.
Clint taught a few classes at a school for the deaf a few times a week, which he loved to do and it kept him extremely happy.
Bruce carried out experiments more often than not, with or without Tony's help depending on what the other man was doing at the time.
Thor was between worlds a lot; sometimes making sure things on Asgard were running smoothly and sometimes keeping the peace on Earth. The rest of them wondered when Thor had time to relax or if he had any hobbies that didn't involve peacekeeping.
But Steve was a mystery. He would randomly disappear on certain nights and not return until four or five in the morning with a glow on his face and a flush that would spread all over it. Only Tony and Clint were really awake at that time and neither of them understood where Steve went all of those times. Together, they were determined to try and figure it out.
"Vampire?" Clint suggested, shrugging, adjusting his hearing aid slightly.
Tony frowned. "I'm not sure. Can you really Captain America with bloodstains in his teeth?"
Clint nodded. "Good point. Is he seeing someone?"
"Nat would know, wouldn't she? She's like a bloodhound being able to sniff out relationships."
Clint smirked. "She's only ever missed one."
Tony put his arm around the archer tightly. "Are you sure that you don't just want to tell her?"
"Soon, I guess, but I kinda like it how it is. All the sneaking around makes it that much hotter. I mean, when we stay apart in front of everybody else and then come together on our own, it's amazing, Tony."
"True. See, this is why I keep you around."
Clint raised a perfectly trained eyebrow. "Not the only reason. You'd go crazy without me around to keep you in check." Clint ran a finger down his boyfriend's face. "Imagine if the world knew that superhero billionaire genius whatever Tony Stark was actually a submissive bottom."
Tony shivered at the touch. "As much as I want you to throw me down and fuck me into the sofa, we have a mystery to solve."
"The Nighttime Whereabouts Of Steve Rogers."
Tony looked down at his phone and blinked several times before thinking about something that made the most sense. "I think I know where our mystery man goes at night."
"Oh, just like that? Absolutely not!" Clint moaned. "We have to search his room and find torn out journal pages and things like that before we actually crack the case."
"Well, I'm sorry, Velma, if I want to skip a few steps. If I'm right, we can solve this and come back and have sex."
Clint debated this briefly. There wasn't much that needed to be thought about. Finding out Steve's secret plus sex with Tony? If pizza was involved that would be a perfect way to spend the night. "Okay, let's go!"
Tony chuckled at Clint's lack of rebuttal. "Jarvis, have a car ready for us in ten minutes. And let's use George this time, he's the best at pretending that we're not feeling each other up in the backseat."
Clint reckoned that if Jarvis was a real person, he would be blushing and choking on his words. But the AI just replied with a "Certainly, sir" and did his thing. Clint was just grateful that he had the opportunity to get frisky with his boyfriend with somebody watching. Yes, Clint was a little bit of an exhibitionist and he especially loved it when Tony's car drivers were watching them through the rearview mirror, trying to show discretion at their boss giving his boyfriend a hand job in the backseat.
"So where are we actually going?" Clint wondered as they drove through the city streets, the sky still dark and the lights illuminating the world around them. Clint never really appreciated how beautiful New York looked at this time of the morning. He was always much more interested in how beautiful Tony looked at this time of the morning with the shadows dancing across his face and that signature grin plastered all over it. Then Tony would do his thing with his hand and Clint would fail to see anything at all.
Tony smirked. "Think about it. The last place in the city that you'd expect to see Captain America."
And as they walked through the double doors twenty minutes later, Clint did indeed think about it. He thought about it a lot, actually.
The pounding music swelled around them and Tony grasped Clint's hand, already seeing eager looks pointed their way. Tony nudged past the crowd and leaned on the desk at the back of the room.
"I'm looking for someone," Tony murmured as the woman in front of him smirked and rose from her seat to listen to him.
"Well, you've come to the right place. What about blondie here?"
Tony squeezed Clint's hand harder. "Mine. Listen, this guy's six three, built like a house. Blond."
Her eyes lighted considerably. "I know who you're talking about. I can tell you where he is, but it'll cost ya."
Tony rolled his eyes and handed over forty dollars. "That enough?"
She shrugged. "Sure. Go down the hall over there and knock on the first door on the left. He'll be in there."
As Tony led Clint away, the latter stared in bemusement. "I feel like I've just witnessed a drug deal. Seriously, how the fuck did you find him so quickly? And here, of all places?"
Tony tapped his nose. "Just wait. If what's behind the door is what I think it is, we're about to be in for something special."
Clint gaped as the pieces finally fit together. "Tony…should we really?"
"Come on! Chances are he'll kick us out. Just maybe, he says yes. Let's go find out, shall we?"
Clint shrugged, then nodded as Tony rapped hard on the door in front of him.
"Come in…"
Clint's eyes widened. "That's definitely him."
Tony smirked and edged open the door. "Surprise!"
Steve just stared blankly at the two. "Seriously?"
Clint sighed. "Steve, we can leave…"
Steve's stared turned into a smirk. "No such thing. I'm surprised it took you this long to figure it out. I haven't exactly been subtle about it."
Steve stood, shirtless, in the middle of the medium-sized room. There was a sofa at the back and two individual four-leg chairs at the side. Around the room lay an assortment of different objects that Clint wasn't paying much attention to but, once he concentrated on them, he realised what they were.
They were sex toys.
"Well, we finally cracked the case."
Steve smiled. "As your reward, I'll give you a show. Free of charge, of course. If you want."
Tony and Clint looked at each other and nodded simultaneously.
Steve rubbed his hands together. "Okay, well, take a chair and I'll start the music."
Tony pulled out chairs for he and Clint.
Steve pushed play on the old stereo as a low electronica beat thudded around the room. "Usually I ask for no touching and no jerking off, but since it's you guys you can do whatever you like."
Clint almost drooled at the thought. He was hopelessly in love with Tony, but nobody could deny that Steve talking sexy wasn't the most erotic thing in the world.
On the other chair, Tony was thinking the exact same thing, already starting to get hard, something that was definitely not missed by Steve.
"I haven't even started yet, Tony," he chuckled.
Tony shrugged. "So, you talking about jerking off gets me hot, sue me."
Steve looked between them. "Who first?"
Tony nodded to Clint.
Clint agreed with his own affirmative nod.
Steve grinned at his silent enthusiasm, sauntering over the blond archer. Once he got there, he turned around, ripping off his sweatpants. Tony knew they weren't made to be ripped, showing Steve's innate strength.
Clint gaped at the sight of Steve's barely clad ass, it was thick and made for squeezing. He remembered Steve's invitation to touch, so he did. With both hands, he squeezed.
And then Steve dropped into his lap and Clint saw stars.
Steve grinded his ass down hard into Clint's groin, igniting sparks Clint only felt with Tony. A fleeting moment of guilt crossed his mind, until his peripheral caught a glimpse of Tony grabbing his clothed dick.
He felt his own dick start to stir at the frictional contact. Letting it do its thing, Clint put his hands on the back of his head, jutting his pelvis up against Steve's ass. Steve grinned at the pushback and decided to spin around, gripping the back of the chair for support. Legs grounded, Steve rolled his hips down.
A throaty groan escaped Clint's mouth and that turned Steve on more than anything. Glancing across the way, he realised that Tony had taken his fully erect cock from his pants and was stroking it slowly.
Tony raised an eyebrow, seeing the tent in Steve's boxers. "Feel free."
Steve glanced at Clint, who nodded wordlessly, mouth open. Leaning away from the blond, Steve shrugged his boxers sluggishly down his thighs and legs. Clint and Tony watched with rapt interest as he did so. Steve turned to Tony as he stepped out of his underwear. "Sofa?"
And Tony was already there, legs widened.
Clint stood as Steve turned to his boyfriend, popping his jeans' button and shedding them. He palmed his bulge as he ambled over to the other two. Steve stopped him beforehand.
"Allow me," he muttered, in what almost sounded like a growl.
Steve dropped to his knees and ran his tongue along the area just above Clint's underwear.
"Come on, this is torture," Tony whined.
Clint shuddered as Steve's teeth delicately grasped the material of his boxer briefs. With a moan, Steve pulled them down.
Experimentally, Steve gave Clint's cock a few pumps, twisting his wrist quickly as he did. Glancing upwards and smirking, he stood up and returned to where he had dropped his boxers. Putting them on, he turned to his fellow Avengers.
"Time's up. Slots are fifteen minutes each."
Tony gaped angrily. "I'm sat here, fully hard, waiting for you."
"I know," Steve shrugged. "But you're luckier than other customers."
"Why is that?" Clint frowned.
"Don't you see?" Steve asked.
Tony shook his head.
Steve smirked.
"You guys get to take me home."
Tony had never moved faster in his life. Clint almost fell over trying to return his clothes to their original positions on his body.
Steve just watched them with a grin, surprisingly happy about them stumbling in on his moonlight job. He didn't do it for the money, he simply loved showing off his body. He worked hard on it and people enjoyed what he did.
As Tony and Clint readied themselves, not able to will away their eager members, Steve led them out the door.
Tony turned to Clint. "We're so feeling him up in the car."
Clint chuckled. "Wait, I just remembered, I still don't know how you found him here with no clues."
Tony got out his phone. "Find my Friends. Never have I been so glad for Apple technology."
The three shared a laugh as they left the building, excited about what was to come once they returned to Avengers Tower.
