"Phil?" Clint asked from his seat at the kitchen island as I continued to cook our breakfast pancakes.
"Yes?"
"Are me'n'Steve'n'James gonna go ta baseball still?" He asked while fiddling with his cuddly purple bird - Lucky.
"Sorry, ace. James still isn't one hundred but Steve promised he would still take you. Why don't you run upstairs and ask him?"
"Really?! Won' James be sad though..." Clint furrowed his brow.
"He will be upset that he can't take you this time but there's always next time and he would want you to go and have a good time with Uncle Steve." I reassured him; he used to ask if we would get 'mad' if he did something without us, now it's 'sad'. He's still learning that we won't get angry at every little thing but it's getting better. Thank the Gods.
"Okay. I'll bring 'im somethin' home."
"That's very kind of you. Now go check with Steve and I'll bring James his breakfast." I chuckled as he jumped off the stool and bolted towards the stairs while talking to JARVIS.
"S'Clint?" James mumbled vaguely into the pillow on our bed.
"I told him to go upstairs and check with Steve about the baseball game."
"Hmmm... Can' I jus' go and spend some time with my- Clint. Stupid fuckin' villains; ruinin' my fun..." James groaned as he turned over to face me in the bed and I laid the breakfast tray on his lap.
"You can always go next time, and it'll be nice for Steve to have some time with him. Plus Clint said he'd bring you something back?" I tried to reason with the grumpy man without reading too much into his slip up in Clint's 'label'.
"Yeah. Okay. Thanks for breakfast... What are you wearing?!" James almost choked on his pancake as he fully scoped me.
"Uh... Pyjamas?"
"Uh... /my/ pyjamas?"
"I borrowed your t-shirt. Sorry?"
"Uhhh! Phil you're killing me!" He pouted as he gripped his t-shirt on my torso.
"What? I can't wear anything vaguely 'sexy' around you, can I? I mean, last week it was my glasses!" I laughed as James continued to groan at the memory.
"Phil, babe, you don't realise how ridiculously sexy you are. Seriously. It /pains/ me some days." James smiled softly at my blush and proceeded to kiss my cheeks, forehead and nose.
"Uh. Thank you." I smiled back as I lay back beside him on the bed.
"Phil? James?" Clint tentatively knocked on the door before running right in and jumping on my lap.
"Hey buddy! I'm so sorry I can' go with ya ta the game. Are still gonna go with Steve?" James scrubbed a hand through Clint's cropped hair.
"I's'okay. Steve says we're goin'n hour."
"And when is that?" I asked showing him my watch so he can read the hands. He's excelling in his maths and knowledge skills so we're trying to continue his learning at home.
"One...two… three... One eighteen!"
"Great job ace!"
"How's your ribs James?" Clint inquired, keeping a close eye on the bandages stretching across James' torso and shoulder, the flesh one while the metal one is marked with scratches and dents.
"I'm okay bud. Just a bit stiff n' sore. I'll be back to top form by the end of the week." James smiled softly, ruffling Clint's hair and kissing his head.
"Why don't you go get washed and ready Clint and then we can take Max for a quick walk before you go?"
"Okay!" Clint bounced off of my lap and down the corridor while shouting his thanks.
"I better get changed. Eat your food and maybe you might get a treat when I get back?" I smirked while kissing James cheek.
"You're treat enough baby." James courted.
"Cheeseball."
"You love it."
"I /do/ love you..."
"I-I love you too, Phil"
That's when I realised what had tumbled out of my mouth. Oh shit. Was that too soon? We have a kid and live together... What the hell was /too soon/ anymore! I pulled my clean band t-shirt over my head completely and swivelled to observe James.
He had somehow managed to shift his way from the top of the bed to near-standing position at the end of it, right in front of me.
"You can take it back?"
"Was that okay?" We both asked simultaneously. We laughed as I lunged for James carefully avoiding his bruises and I slid onto his lap. Our kiss was searing, every touch sizzled with something new, something secret but finally revealed. His tongue battled mine until I ended up nipping at his bottom lip and he sucked on my tongue. As I ran my hands through his messy bed head, Max began to bark and Clint roared with laughter at something or other; stopping us.
"I love you."
"Love you too baby." We both whispered hoarsely, smiling like lunatics at each other.
"James, I'm back!"
"Hey! Im still in bed!"
I made my way towards our bedroom once I unleashed Max and hung up my jacket and his harness.
"You ready for your treat?" I asked quietly as I climbed onto the bed next to my injured lover.
"Ready and waiting baby…" James slurred sleepily, placing open-mouthed kisses on my neck.
"Are you sure you're okay? We can always just lie down for a bit, I know how sore you are and I don't want to hurt you anymore than you already are…" I questioned as I swept a gentle hand through his hair.
"Phil, you could never hurt me. I'm just a little stiff…"
"Well there's a couple of things I could do to fix that…" I smirked at James exaggerated groans.
"You are cheesier than Tony's homemade garlic bread!" We laughed together before James groaned in pain once more with his hand clutched at his ribs.
"Hold on. I do have an idea that might actually help. Take off your shirt and I'll be back in a minute…" I could hear James do as I instructed while I rummaged through our shared bathroom. After finally locating the hamper of lotions Tony had left as a present, I made my way back into the darkened room. Thank you, JARVIS.
"What now?" James whispered as if the tiniest thing could offset the newfound peace.
"Roll onto your stomach for me," I told him once I'd finished laying down a towel across the mid-section of the king size bed.
"Is this the part where you tell me to just relax?" James sniggered as he got comfortable.
"Exactly… Lavender or Vanilla?"
"Lavender."
"Just before you say anything, I did take a course on this due to an undercover operation so try not to worry…" I smiled to myself as James sunk further into the mattress.
I warmed the lotion between my newly bare thighs, not wanting to ruin a nice pair of jeans or t-shirt but also being unable to help myself to some peaceful skin-on-skin time with James, I stripped to my boxers and kneeled by his feet near the end of the bed. With my hands thoroughly covered I started to massage the soles of James feet. With each deeply covered and James' soft groans increasing in both length and loudness, I moved onto his calves and then his thighs as I moved to straddle his legs.
"You okay?"
"Uhhh… don't ever stop…"
I smiled once more as I kissed my way up his sculpted back while applying more lotion, spending more time and care near his ribs and shoulders. Once I reached his neck and sucked soft kisses onto his neck James' moans became more pronounced and desperate.
"Turn over for me, honey," I whispered delicately into one ear before moving myself back to allow James to roll over, giving me the perfect view as to why his moans have become so wanton.
I still proceed to take my time in caressing and massaging his beautiful arms and strong hands and he lets me because this is what he needs and we have plenty of time for the more vigorous activity we know is inevitably coming.
"Oh, Phil, please…" James whimpers hoarsely as I make my way back to kissing down his chest, suckling on each nipple, licking at each bruise before I finally finish at the stretched waistband of his boxers, his obvious excitement straining them.
Without another word, I shuffle them off of his smooth body and lap at his inner thighs before licking a stripe up his leaking dick. It jumps and he groans softly, the massage not allowing for a more demanding protest in his jelly-like state. I continue my loving touches, kissing the head, kitten-licking his slit before swallowing his member whole, inch by inch. Hi body jerks into my tight heat but I leave room for it and rest my hands on his muscular hip bones before beginning to bob my head. With every other bob, I build up his pleasure, sucking at the head, pressing at his hips, grazing my teeth along the vein. The tiny whispers of pleading and my name become hoarser and straining as James struggles to speak through the atmosphere of intensity and love. I do love him, with every bit of myself that's not taken by our son and our family.
As I once more swallow him down, feeling him tighten, I swallow three times around his thick member, loving every little sound and taste as James squeaks out a high pitched noise which may or may not have been my name. But the look of pure love in his eyes as he orgasms is enough to remind me of my own problem and as I thoroughly work him through his pleasure, a couple of strokes as me releasing into my own boxers before collapsing onto the bed next to a passed out James. I can barely hear and "I love you" before the fuzzy hand of sleep takes me away.
"JAMES, JAMES, JAMES!" Clint ran through the front door horror followed by me as I waved goodbye and thanked Steve.
"WHAT, WHAT, WHAT?" James answered equally loud and excited from the couch.
"Here!" Clint handed him the signed, winning ball from the game. Somehow Clint managed to catch it and Steve asked for it to be signed for 'Clint's Dad who was injured at home'.
"Holy sh-moley! Thanks buddy! Great catch!" James gathered a grinning Clint into his arms for a hug.
I laughed at them as I shoved them over to make room for myself on the couch beside them.
"Steve told the baseball player James was my... My Dad..." Clint mentioned after we settled down for the evening.
"Well, he meant that James takes care of you, James and I are your guardians, and we are responsible for you. That's all he meant by it ace..." I tried to answer as best I could but I knew even James and I were unsure as to what to call Clint.
"What m'I suppos'd t'call you?" Clint twiddled Lucky's wings.
"Well it's up to you... You can call us Uncle Phil and Uncle James or your guardians or D-Dad or..."
"What about just Phil 'n' James?" Clint furrowed his brow at me again.
"If that's what you want, then, yeah." James tuned in from his surprised silence.
"'Kay." Clint sighed and relaxed.
"Okay?" I questioned tensely.
"Yep." Clint returned.
"Yeahhh." James squared me with a strange look before we just shrugged our shoulders and returned to yet another Disney film.