Chapter 14: Dummy

Tony felt on top of the world right now. Clint still wasn't talking as the two of them made their way to the front door, but he figured that was just the result of a job well done. Hell, the boy looked high because of what they just did. Clint's face wasn't so hard anymore. He didn't look so intense and on edge like usual. His eyelids were halfway down and the corners of his mouth were turned up, and Tony couldn't help but smile ear to ear. Their session in the bathroom was something else he wasn't planning. After his helpful chat with Natasha (God dammit was she scary) Tony decided to brave up. He got her message instantly and went to ask Clint straight up how he felt. Tony wasn't sure he would be able to make it through with all of the tension between them, but then Clint attacked him and the rest is history. Tony pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth. The taste of Clint was still very much there. Tony was proud of himself. Clint shot so much repressed baby-gravy into his mouth that he was worried he wouldn't be able to swallow it all. But he did, and it was awesome. They went outside to the front steps, and Clint was still letting Tony take him by the wrist. Tony saw two security guards there who immediately tensed when they saw him and Clint. Tony wasn't worried, though.

"Hey! What're you two do-" one of the guards started, but then he saw it was Tony.

Tony winked at him and the guards looked the other way, letting them pass to the parking lot. He didn't skip school all that often, but when he did he was rarely ever meant with resistance. He's Tony fucking Stark, and if he wants to leave early that's exactly what he was going to do. He saw Clint roll his eyes but continue to smile softly. Tony led Clint to his shiny red Corvette, snapping his fingers and opening the door automatically. Tony went around to the driver's side while Clint stared at the passenger seat with raised eyebrows. Tony put a piece of pineapple chewing gum in his mouth and smiled at Clint's reaction.

"Sexy, right?" he asked, loudly chewing his gum and hopping in.

Clint slowly slid into the passenger seat, startled slightly as the seatbelt began to hook itself around him. Clint looked at Tony as he started the car. Tony blew a big bubble and popped it, his grin still there. He slammed his foot on the pedal and sped out of the parking lot, drinking in the sight of the security guards who stared in awe. The loud roar of his vehicle was music to his ears. Being a millionaire certainly had its perks every now and then.

"Let's do something fun. Wanna see a movie or something?" he asked.

Tony didn't hear a response. He looked to his right and saw Clint leaning his head against the window. His eyes were distant, staring at the outside blurring by.

"Clint?" Tony asked.

The dark blond turned his head towards Tony. He closed his eyes and shrugged. Tony furrowed his brows. Why isn't he talking? Tony kept up his grin though. Clint was still with him and he didn't look upset. They seemed to have similar tastes, so he asked,

"Hey, have you seen the Three Kicks To The Head movies?"

Clint gave a closed mouth smile and nodded. Alright. Now we're getting somewhere.

"Part Four's out. Wanna go see it? Ya know,...together?" asked Tony.

Clint nodded again, leaning his head back against the window. Tony beamed and picked up his speed. He felt excited and nervous at the same time. The person in the car next to him may not know it yet, but they were going out on a date. Tony sighed at the thought. I'm going on a date with Clint fucking Barton. Monday, funday!

The Stark name had very few places where it held no influence. The second Tony stepped up to the ticket booth at the theater, the lady there recognized his face and gave him two free tickets. It was the same at the snack counter. Tony got two jumbo drinks and an extra large bucket of popcorn for him and Clint to share. Clint. He still hadn't spoken a single word. When Tony got bold and decided to grab his hand as they walked to the movie room, Clint grabbed back and grinned at him. Tony's mile wide smile popped up. He was holding hands with Clint fucking Barton! Wow!

They sat in the very back of the room, not wanting to be bothered with the other movie goers. While the previews were playing, Tony glanced at Clint. His steely-blues were focused straight ahead, taking in every detail of what was happening on screen. He wondered what makes him do that. What goes through his mind when he does so. He was just so full of mystique that it was driving Tony crazy all over again. In a good way. Tony slowly slung an arm around Clint's shoulder. Careful in case Clint tensed up again. Things were going okay so far and he hoped he wouldn't do anything to mess it up. His arm reached all the way behind Clint, and Tony's heart raced at the touch. Clint took a quick look at Tony's hand on his shoulder before looking back at the screen. Tony couldn't help throwing a small fist pump in the air with his other hand. So far, so good. He had butterflies in his stomach, and he felt like a middle-schooler all over again. This was Tony's first date in years since he broke it off with Pepper, and the first one ever with a guy.

"You okay?" he asked Clint.

Clint ate some popcorn and nodded, leaning back further into the crook of Tony's arm.

He and Clint walked out of the movie two hours later. Tony was shaking with excitement, his ears still ringing from the last few explosions before the credits started. He had already seen the movie two weeks before its theatrical release, but something about watching it with Clint made him feel like he was seeing it for the first time again. Clint still wasn't talking, but he was smiling and even chuckling here and there. Tony grabbed Clint's hand as they walked to his car, and again Clint let him. This made Tony so happy he almost giggled like a little girl. Clint was a very tough guy with a hell of a right jab. Everything Tony was doing to him, Clint was letting it happen. The two of them ate the entire bucket of popcorn together, and Clint was now sipping his drink. Tony looked closely at Clint's lips. They were stained red somewhat from his fruit punch. Tony licked his lips. I'd like to have a taste of that. Tony looked at the time on his watch. School was still in session for another hour or so, yet there he was leaving the movie theater with Clint. To think I could be taking some pointless test right now. Ha! They hopped back in his Corvette, and Tony laughed when he saw Clint jump again at the seatbelt buckling itself.

"So that movie was fucking awesome, right?" he asked, hoping for an actual vocal response from Clint this time.

Clint only looked at him and licked his lower lip. Why is it so sexy every time he does that? Clint set his drink in the cupholder, leaned across his seat and locked lips with Tony. Tony chuckled as he kissed back. This is a pleasant surprise. Mmm. Fruit punch. Clint then pulled back, grinning sideways at him as he looked forward. Tony bit down on his lip, smiling like an idiot as he sped out of the parking lot.

Tony didn't have any particular destination in mind as he drove away from the movies. He didn't feel like going home yet and he wasn't ready to drop Clint off back at his house. Some ten-fifteen minutes into their aimless drive, Clint's silence was now starting to bother him. Tony was a talker, so it was only natural. Clint's broody quiet thing might be okay with Natasha, but if they were gonna keep spending time together (and boy he hoped they would) Clint was going to have to open his fucking mouth. He chuckled some as a funny subject came to mind.

"Hey Clyde, do you know that we've had two sexual encounters before we've had our first date?"

Clint seemed to cringe at the word 'date', and Tony was beginning to regret opening his mouth. Then, to Tony's surprise, Clint put his head in his hand and laughed quietly.

"Fuck." he said lightly.

Tony almost jumped at finally hearing his voice after what, two and a half hours? More, maybe? Tony looked at Clint and chuckled.

"I like how you say 'fuck'."

Clint arched a brow at him.

"Oh really?" he asked, intrigued.

Tony nodded. It was another little thing about Clint that added to his crush on him.

"Fuck you." Clint said playfully.

"Fuck me?" asked Tony with an arched brow of his own.

Clint grinned.

"Fuck you." he repeated, giving his lower lip another lick

Tony shifted in his seat, focusing back on the road. Was Clint trying to turn him on? He laughed a little.

"No empty promises, Clyde." said Tony with a wink.

Clint scratched his scalp, looking thoughtful.

"Tony, why did that just happen?"

Tony looked hard at Clint.

"What, our date? Or me giving you great head in the bathroom?"

Clint stroked at his mouth, still looking thoughtful.

"Both I guess." he replied, his voice going quiet.

Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me! Tony gripped the steering wheel tightly, sighing hard with irritation. He pulled over to the side of the road and abruptly stopped the car. He looked at Clint and threw his hands up in the air. Clint looked back at him, his expression confused.

"What?" he asked.

Tony smacked the dashboard hard, making Clint jump in his seat. Then he vented.

"Do I have to fucking write it on a flag and wave it front of your face, you purple loving bastard?! Why else would I kiss you in front of all our friends? Dryhump you in my kitchen! Suck your dick in a bathroom stall at school! I like you, you dummy!"

Clint went rigid in his seat, narrowing his eyes at Tony.

"What did you just call me?" he asked, his voiced raised an octave.

Tony grew nervous of Clint's thoughts, but just like Natasha when she threatened him earlier, he stood his ground. He unhooked his seatbelt and leaned in forward to Clint, their lips not quite touching.

"You heard me. You dummy, I like you. I like you a lot. Have for quite a while now, even beforemy party."

Tony swallowed, struggling to keep eye contact with Clint.

"Please tell me I'm not alone in this, Clint! Because I swear if our time in the bathroom and the date we just had was all one-sided then-"

Clint did it again. Before Tony could finish his plea, Clint's rough hand grabbed the back of Tony's neck and crashed their lips together. Their mouths were moving and molding together, eliciting moans from them both. Then Clint took off his seat belt, and Tony jumped when he felt Clint's hand fumbling with the zipper of his jeans. Clint momentarily stopped their kiss, his eyes darkened with lust looking directly at Tony. Tony felt a shiver go down his spine at the sight of them.

"I like you, too, Tony. You think you're the only one who's been driven up the wall here? My god Tony! I want you. Do you hear me? I want you!" he growled.

God dammit if that wasn't the sexiest thing Tony ever heard. He helped Clint pull down his zipper and tug down his pants. Clint's hands stroked up and down Tony's now exposed thighs as he resumed their kiss. Tony's breathing became frantic as he rubbed his hands all over the tight muscles of Clint's back. Clint lifted himself up, continuing to breathlessly tongue him as he unzipped his shorts and let them fall. Clint then shed his jacket, and Tony felt a small burn as Clint tore his scarf from around his neck. Tony grabbed Clint's boxers and pulled them down quickly, his eyes bulging at Clint's fully erect cock. Damn. He recovered pretty quickly. Clint broke their kiss to kick his shorts and underwear off from around his ankles.

"These windows are darkened from the outside, right?" asked Clint.

His rough callused hands felt great as he reached inside of Tony's briefs and cupped his balls.

"Ugh! Yeah, yeah." he replied, still catching his breath.

"Good." Clint whispered, and he jumped from his seat, straddling Tony face-forward.

Clint and Tony locked eyes, and Tony's own painfully hard erection sprung itself free from the slit in his briefs, skimming the underside of Clint's thigh. Tony shoved his tongue back in Clint's mouth, swallowing his lover's moans into him. He moved his hands up Clint's thighs and firmly gripped his ass. Tony bit down on Clint's lip, growing brick hard when he finally got to feel the skin of Clint's plump rear. He smacked his cheeks with both hands, making Clint gasp and break their kiss. Clint buried his head into Tony's collar as Tony smacked his ass again.

"Holy shit, Clint. Your butt is like two fleshy water balloons."

Clint bit down hard on Tony's shoulder, making him nearly shriek in pain.

"OwowowOW!" he yelled.

"If you don't want to finish this alone, don't ever fuckingsay that again!"

The combination of lust and anger in Clint's statement made Tony grind his hips into Clint's, his long hard cock brushing along the crack of Clint's ass.

"Careful, Clint. Remember I told you no empty promises." he retorted.

Clint pressed the side of his face against Tony's cheek, and Tony felt that Clint's skin was searing hot. He peppered his cheek and neck with small kisses, making Clint grind into him as well. Tony licked Clint's earlobe and the blond moaned loudly.

"Tony,...the foreplay's nice and all but we're gonna have to start fucking now." he whispered.

Tony grabbed Clint's head and brought their foreheads together. Clint's eyes were closed and he was rubbing the side of Tony's ribcage. His fingers tickled, making Tony giggle embarrassingly. Tony's hands went back to Clint's ass, giving a merciless squeeze that made Clint arch his head back and groan.

"You know I love the way you say fu-"

"Like thirty seconds ago, Tony!" Clint shouted.

Tony grinned at him, watching Clint tremble with anticipation.

"You don't have to tell me twice." he breathed.

He needed this. He needed to be inside of Clint. To be surrounded by Clint. To have him right there in the tiny cooped up space of his favorite car. Half naked and desperate. Tony grabbed Clint's hips, raised him up slightly, and positioned him over the tip of his woody.

"You ready?" he asked.

He was tapping into all pools of his self control to not take Clint right then and there. If he was going to fuck him, he needed to know for sure Clint was okay with it. Clint responded by biting down on Tony's shoulder again. Hard.

"Ow! Shit!" Tony screamed.

He could swear Clint broke some skin that time. Impatient bastard!

"Oh that's it!" Tony growled.

His hands formed an iron grip on Clint's hips and shoved him down hard on his cock, the heat and pressure from his airtight warmth nearly making Tony bust at that very second.

"AGHHH!" Clint cried out.

Tony's head arched back against the seat and he squeezed his eyes closed, his mind in a frenzy. Holy shit! I'm inside of Clint fucking Barton! Clint Barton is on top of my dick! Oh god, he's so tight! Jesus! Oh Jesus! Yes! So much yes! Tony surged his hips upward, making Clint cry out again.

"Fuck! Tony!" Clint shouted, and it only made the black haired teen that much hornier.

Clint was crying out his name. A mix of pain and pleasure, because of him. Tony made another rough thrust upward, and Clint slammed his fist against the window, the sound scaring him. Tony opened his eyes, stopping all movement when he saw Clint redfaced and shaking. He was clenching his teeth, looking like he was trying to fight off a few tears. Tony looked at him with a horrified expression. He had hurt his lover. Then it hit him, and Tony's fingers loosened on Clint's hips.

"Clint, are you a virgin to being fucked?" he asked, ashamed that he was still rock hard inside of Clint's hole.

Clint swallowed, nodding his head slowly and closing his eyes. Tony cupped Clint's face and brought him forward into a soft kiss.

"Look, just breathe, okay? I don't want to hurt you, but I think it's too late for us to go back right now. Unless you want to."

Tony began lifting Clint off of him. Halfway there Clint smacked at Tony's hands, surprising him. Clint kissed him again then shook his head 'no'.

"It's alright, Tony. Just,...just let me handle this." Clint said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tony silently nodded at Clint, and he slowly slid back down. The tip of Tony's cock struck a bundle of nerves when Clint came back down all the way, and both of them gasped. Clint licked his lower lip, and Tony grew an extra inch inside of him. Then, Clint slowly lifted his right leg up, positioning it straight over over Tony's shoulder, and Tony almost came again. He had almost forgotten about Clint's flexibility. It was so erotic he didn't think he could handle it. Clint smiled like a vixen as he wrapped that leg around the back of Tony's neck, bringing his head forward. Clint then ground himself on Tony's cock, moving his hips in a figure eight motion. Clint let out a grunt of pleasure when Tony finally found his prostate. Tony's cock was tingling when he hit that sweet spot, and Clint started slowly moving himself up and down. Tony's breath coming in shorts bursts every time.

"Oh my god, Clint! H-How am I supposed to last with you working me like this?" he struggled to say.

Clint reached up and pressed his palms against the roof of the car, stretching his upper body backwards while his ass kept working Tony's dick. Tony felt himself get close already. Clint stretched back further, his shirt sliding up and revealing his amazing abs and pecs. Tony ran his hands up Clint's rigid stomach, and he bit down on his lower lip so hard he almost drew blood.

"Clint,..oh guyah!" he cried out.

Clint brought himself back forward, clasping his hands behind Tony's neck as he began riding him hard like a jockey.

"Clint, you're about to make me cum in about fifteen seconds if you don't stop that!"

Clint responded by bouncing himself up and down, Tony slamming into his prostate with each stroke. They both moaned loudly, and Tony grabbed Clint's cock with his left hand. Clint continued to bounce himself fast and hard on the throbbing member as Tony stroked him with rough, relentless force. Tony saw Clint's face already start to scrunch and contort, and he smiled. He was gonna cum in less than thirty seconds but already Clint was about to beat him to it. He could feel it.

"I'm not gonna last either! Oh my god! You're so big! Oh-aghh! Gahhhd!"

"I want you to say my name when you cum, Clint."

Clint shook his head. Stubborn fucker isn't he? Alrighty then! Tony's hand jerked the length of Clint's cock mercilessly, and Clint buried his head in Tony's collarbone, his warm breath hitting his chest.

"Do it, Clint!" he ordered, wincing as Clint tightened on him like a bear trap.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! To-Toh! Tony! TONY!"

Clint screamed his name at the top of his lungs, and like a volcano he erupted. A thick pool of hot cum completely covering the hand Tony was jerking him with. Tony was driven over the edge with Clint cumming in his hand and still slamming onto him.

"Right behind ya, pal! Oh god, yes! YES!" Tony yelled, and he burst as well.

Tony's orgasm was intense to say the least. His legs were sprawling and criss-crossing as he shot a giant load into Clint's anal canals, filling him up with four waves of cum. His knees roughly bumped the steering wheel and his toes curled so hard he felt his socks grow a tear from his toenails. Both of them were then panting like dogs and gripping each other painfully tight. Out of breath with waves of euphoria washing over them like rain. Tony leaned upward and sucked on Clint's tongue, which has hanging out of his mouth like some dehydrated camel. Clint broke their kiss, his sweaty body collapsing on top of Tony's own. Tony held Clint tightly while they both caught their breath for a minute.

"You...you okay?" asked Tony.

"Tony,...I've just had two powerful orgasms, my ass deflowered, and I'm still a little hung over. You've worn me out." Clint breathed.

"Hung over? What were you doing last night?"

Clint raised an eyebrow at him.

"You mean Steve and Thor didn't tell you?" he asked.

Tony lowered his eyebrows. Just what the hell happened that the two golden boys who never lied or kept secrets didn't bother telling him about? Clint shook his head.

"Fuck it. I'll tell you later."

Tony hissed some as Clint lifted himself off of him.

"Holy fuck, I can't believe you came inside me. I...I think I can feel it in there. It's like you impregnated me or something." He plopped back in his seat, running a hand through his damp blond hair.

Tony let out a short wheezing laugh, impressed that Clint was joking so soon after what just happened between them. He wiped his hands off with his scarf, doing the same to he and Clint's cum slicked cocks. He then tossed the scarf down by the brake pedal. Such a shame. That scarf costed a lot. Clint looked at him with drowsy eyes as he slowly put his boxers and shorts back on. Tony did the same with his pants then rolled down the windows a little. The inside of the car smelled like sweat, sex, and hormones. As much as he secretly liked the smell, he was hot and the air inside felt thick. He turned the car on and began pulling back out onto the road.

"Hey Clint, you get some rest for a while. I'll take us back to my place and we can both get cleaned up there." he said.

Clint nodded, laying his face against the headrest.

"Sounds awesome." he replied with a yawn.

Tony bit down on his lip and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Maybe we can shower together?"

Clint just chuckled while he closed his eyes. Tony's curiosity was driving him nuts on the subject, so before Clint fell asleep he asked him,

"You didn't deny we just went out on a date and I made you scream my name when you came. Are...are you and I a thing now?"

Clint yawned again.

"Not sure about going through with it,...but I think I want to."

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Clint was woken up with a gentle nudge to his shoulder. His eyes fluttered open and he saw Tony smiling at him. He yawned loudly and sat up slowly in his seat. He had only gotten about twenty minutes of sleep maybe. He wiped at his eyes and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"We here?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse.

"Yup." said Tony.

They were parked in front of his house. Clint rubbed his forehead. On Saturday when he raged, he didn't think he'd ever willingly come back here. He looked at Tony, wondering if he still felt bitter about the punch to the head. He and Tony exited the car, stretching and yawning. Happy was coming out the front door to meet them.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Stark. I'm surprised to see you here early. I thought school wasn't over yet." he said.

"Eh, I got bored and left early. Park the car, please? And make sure nobody bothers me for the next few hours. My guest and I are going to hang out on my floor."

"Absolutely, Mr. Stark."

Happy quickly shook hands with Clint before hopping in the Corvette and driving off. Clint took a step forward and hissed at the sudden sharp pain in his tailbone. His ass still felt sore from when Tony penetrated him. He groaned at the memory. Tony was trying to make sure he was okay with it, but Clint was in too much of a hurry and it ended up hurting like hell for the first minute. Tony slung his arm around his shoulder as they walked to his house. Clint was limping some, and he felt embarrassed. I just got fucked by Tony Stark. My first time getting fucked was by Tony fucking Stark! Holy hell, what has my life come to?

"You okay, Clint?" Tony asked.

Clint was secretly touched. Tony was concerned about him. He just took his anal virginity, and even though they both had mindblowing orgasms during their act, Tony was still worried about him. Clint smiled and nodded as they entered the house.

"Five by five, T." he said.

Tony kissed his cheek and Clint blushed. His mind was still processing everything that happened but he was happy. Tony was showing affection, and Clint liked it. He was so worried that when he decided to give in earlier in the bathroom he wouldn't have been unable to get Natasha out of his mind. That wasn't the case however, and Clint felt happy and scared at the same time. Before Tony's party Natasha was the only constant in his weird life, and even then their relationship status was still complicated. He and Tony have only had three or four days of interaction. What was going to happen now? Clint laughed internally at himself. With Tony fucking Stark, something crazy no doubt.

The minute they stepped out of the elevator onto Tony's floor, Clint peeled his jacket off and tossed it on the carpet. He kicked off his shoes and socks and pulled down his zipper, letting his shorts fall. He then felt Tony's hands grab at the bottom of his shirt from behind and softly kiss the back of his neck.

"Is this an invitation?" he asked, sliding his hands around to Clint's abs.

Clint chuckled and shook his head.

"Tony I'm flattered that I make you so horny, but I already told you I'm worn out because of you."

Clint turned his head and looked at Tony, who was biting on his lip as he continued stroking his stomach.

"I can't help it, Clyde. I've got fast recovery time and you're hot." he said.

Clint turned himself around, lifting his arms up as Tony pulled his shirt over his head. He tossed Clint's shirt to the side and wrapped his arms around his waist. Tony drunk in the sight of him in nothing but his underwear and gave a wolf whistle.

"Holy shit. You are one sexy purple loving bastard."

Clint chuckled and licked his lower lip.

"Yes. Yes I am."

Clint leaned in and kissed him, sighing once more at the taste of pineapple. He may not have been ready to go another round but kissing was always nice. Clint then stopped their kiss when Tony started groping the front of his boxers. Clint grabbed Tony's wrist and shook his head, giving him a sexy smirk.

"Later, T. I promise." he said.

Tony poked out his lower lip like a little kid and Clint laughed. He gave Tony another small kiss and walked toward the bathroom. He hopped out of his boxers and turned on the shower. The hot water felt amazing. His shower back at home was faulty at times, and the water this morning was only lukewarm at best. Clint washed himself good, scrubbing at every crevice on his body. As he bent over to rub some bodywash on his lower legs, he jumped when he felt a pair of hands stroke at his lower back. He snapped up straight and spun around, relieved to see it was only Tony. A very naked Tony. A very sexy naked Tony. The millionaire was more slender than Clint, but he was plenty fit. Clint's eyes traced the outline of his flat stomach. The curve under his chest. His runner like calves. His firm, taut shoulders. How cute he looked with his wet hair hanging in front of his face like a black curtain. Tony grinned when Clint reached forward and pushed some hair out of his eyes. Tony's eyes were staring right into Clint's, looking thoughtful as the hot water continued to pelt them both.

"Clint?"

"Yeah, Tony?"

"Do you regret what happened today?"

Clint exhaled and brought him into a hot, wet kiss. He used tongue and passion, pressing his wet naked body into Tony's. Wrapping his fingers in Tony's hair. When he pulled back, both of them were giving shit eating grins to each other, and Clint chuckled when he felt Tony's half erect cock push up against his thigh.

"No. I may still be a little confused about how to feel about our situation, but I don't regret it. I wouldn't be here making out with you in the shower if I did."

Tony flashed his pearly whites and grabbed Clint's shoulders.

"That's what I like to hear, Clyde."

Clint laughed some.

"I love it when you call me that. It's funny, ya know? For some reason it's weird when you call me 'Clint' instead of 'Clyde'."

Tony arched an eyebrow and gestured at their nude forms.

"Yeah well, there's not really a lot of need for me to be formal right now. Cuz I'm a big ho."

Clint tightened his grip in Tony's hair. Pulling hard at the root, making him whimper. Then Clint yanked Tony's head to the side and brought his mouth to his ear.

"I participated, ya know. If we're gonna continue...this...that's gonna have to stop, T."

"Yow! What is?" Tony strained.

"Everything that's happened with us today, I let happen. I'm here because I want to be. You understand what I'm saying?"

Tony nodded and Clint let go of his hair.

"Oww! Holy shit, Clyde. I don't know whether to cower away from you or fuck you." said Tony.

Clint kissed Tony again and took a few steps back to rinse off his soapy legs. He threw a devilish grin Tony's way.

"When I'm revved up again later, I'll make you wanna do both."

Tony grinned back, now washing his own body.

"I'm counting on it."

Tony was loaded, so Clint wasn't worried about running up his water bill. He and Tony showered for a good forty minutes before he finally got out. Tony led him to his bedroom and Clint was surprised to see two pairs of satin pajamas waiting for him on Tony's continent of a bed. One Tony's usual red, and one purple. Clint laughed as he slipped on the pants.

"Where are my clothes, Tony?" he asked.

"Don't you remember? Covered in our baby gravy. I put them in the wash before I hopped in the shower with you. They'll be ready by the time you wake up." Tony answered.

Clint yawned loudly. Last night and the past few hours had caught up with him full force. He actually wanted to stay in the shower longer, but Tony insisted on him getting out when he saw Clint swaying in his spot.

"How do they feel?" Tony asked when Clint put on the top.

Clint shrugged nonchalantly, but truth was he loved the way satin felt on his skin. He crawled under the sheets, and his eyes fluttered at the feel of the silky fabric. The way his head seemed molded into the cloud of a pillow, like it was made for him. How Tony ever got out of this bed on a regular basis was a mystery. He rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head under the pillow.

"Guess how I knew to get purple by the way?" Tony asked.

Clint rolled his eyes but smiled.

"Oh fuck you."

Tony quickly straddled Clint and brought him into another deep kiss. Clint moaned into it, but when he felt something hard poke into his pelvis he had to break the kiss and give a sleepy laugh.

"Jesus, Tony. I wanna give your body what it's waiting for, really I do, but can't you see me falling asleep here?" he asked.

"You said 'fuck' again, Clyde." Tony replied with a cheeky smile.

When Tony's smile went away and his lips went flat, Clint frowned at him.

"What is it?" he asked, struggling to stay awake.

"I think we should tell the others." Tony replied.

Clint leaned up on his elbows.

"Well Natasha is a given. Thor and Steve kind of already know, too."

"Yeah that reminds me, what were you talking about earlier when you brought up those two?"

Clint looked to his right. He scratched behind his head and sighed. He'd just had sex with Tony not too long ago, but he still felt embarrassed about yesterday.

"Um, last night I was feeling down and angry, so I hit the bottle and got a little fucked up. Drunk as a son of a bitch, I went to the store and bumped into Steve and Thor. They were nice enough to take me home, but on the way back to my house I was kind of uh,...babbling about how much I liked you and found you hot."

Rather than throw his head back laughing and teasing him about it like Clint expected, Tony only chuckled and ran his hands over Clint's chest.

"Not really helping out my issue down here." he said, glancing down at his chub.

Clint rolled his eyes.

"So anyway that's Steve, Thor, and Natasha so far. I have an older brother I live with but I'm not sure about him. Who else did you have in mind cuz,.. I don't know, man."

Tony scratched his cheek, thinking for a moment.

"Pepper. Rhodey. Those two have been apart of my life for years. Sam is a maybe. Steve and Thor have probably already told Sharon and Jane already. We'll have to see about them. Hey, can Bruce know, too?"

"Why Bruce?" he asked, curious.

Clint raised an eyebrow. He didn't interact much Bruce during the party but he liked him just fine. He then felt bad for giving him the cold shoulder earlier.

Tony shrugged.

"I like the guy. Besides he's like Thor's new best friend. Not to mention he was there at the after-party. Yeah. Yeah, everyone at the after-party can know."

Clint gave a nod.

"Okay, but that's it. No going public just yet. I'm not your boyfriend."

Tony snatched his hands off of Clint's chest and he frowned deeply at him.

"Excuse me?" he asked, clearly offended.

Clint shook his head and pulled Tony into another heated kiss. Tony couldn't resist and sighed into their liplock. Clint kissed him good for ten seconds before he pulled back.

"It's not like that, Tony. All I mean is,...I still have a lot to process with all this. I...I've never dated anyone before. Not even Natasha."

Tony rolled his eyes.

"Could've fooled me."

"Tony,...we aren't dating. Never were. She and I have had sex before and we show affection and shit like that, but no. We share a special kind of connection that we can't place under a title."

"I see. So you're more than simple fuck buddies but not quite a couple. Shit, you're right. I can't give a name to that."

Clint laughed quietly, his heavy eyelids slowly closing against his will.

"Tony, lets take this one day at a time, okay? It's just how I work. If shit works out, we can save the 'boyfriend' title for the future."

Tony kissed him one last time before getting off of him and crawling out of the bed.

"Sounds good to me, but it better be the near future. Now you go ahead and nap, because you have Little Tony to take care of the second you wake up."

Clint let out a chuckle before he finally drifted off into much needed sleep, happy his message had gotten across. I can't wait.