Chapter 4: The Pre-Party

It was the evening before the big Halloween party, and the two-person pre-party was about to begin. Handcuffs had been fetched from downstairs and waited on the nightstand alongside a bottle of lube and a box of condoms. Pietro and Clint had set up a strict "no peeking" policy for their costumes, meaning that while they had a general idea of what the other would be wearing (for coordination's sake), they had yet to actually see each others' costumes. Clint was in the bathroom and Pietro in the walk-in closet, getting ready for the big reveal. Pietro took one last look at himself in the mirror, gave his hat a jaunty little tilt, and opened the door a crack.

"You ready?" he called.

"Just about!" Clint shouted back. There was a few seconds pause. "Okay, I'm ready. Aaaaand, now!"

Pietro swung open the door and stepped out. He was wearing a cop costume, but the pants were absurdly tight and he had left the shirt open except for two buttons, showing off his muscled chest. He made it a few swaggering steps before he stopped in his tracks, his confident smirk changing to a look of slack-jawed arousal, and his already tight pants quickly feeling tighter.

They had decided that Clint would be playing the role of jailbird, but what Pietro hadn't expected was... well, essentially a rockstar. Clint was wearing a leather jacket over his bare chest, knee-high heeled boots, and the tightest leather pants Pietro had ever seen. His hair was gelled up into tousled spikes and he had put on a considerable amount of black eyeliner. Clint smirked, one eyebrow shooting up suggestively, and Pietro let out an aroused whimper.

"Is there a problem, officer?" Clint purred.

He clicked a button on a remote and "Back in Black" by ACDC started playing on the stereo. Pietro darted across the room and grabbed the front of Clint's jacket, pulling him roughly into a kiss. His hat toppled off, but he didn't even notice. At last, they broke breathlessly apart, both a bit dazed by the sudden ferocity of Pietro's kiss.

"I think we've just set a record for the fastest I've given you a boner," said Clint.

"Well, have you seen yourself in those pants?"

"Yeah, and I knew exactly what I was doing when I bought them."

Clint grinned smugly, sending Pietro completely over the edge. He yanked the jacket from Clint's shoulders and kissed him again, putting his arms around his waist and hoisting him up to take him to the bed. Clint wrapped his legs around Pietro's hips and Pietro carried him over, lying him back onto the mattress before crawling up after him.

"Sir, you are under arrest," he said, taking the handcuffs from the nightstand.

He leaned in to kiss him again, then took Clint by the wrists and cuffed him to the headboard. He sat back and took off his shirt and pants before going to take off Clint's boots, which turned out to be a bit more difficult than anticipated. When he finally managed to get both boots off, he turned at last to those magnificent leather pants. It would be a tragedy to take them off, but Pietro was so hard it almost hurt and the pants were all that stood between him and the gates of heaven.

He locked eyes with Clint and hooked one finger under the waistband of his pants, then slowly began sliding them down his hips. Just like with the boots, it was a bit harder to get the pants off than he had expected, but he finally got them off and tossed them onto the floor with the rest of their clothes. Pietro teased the tip of Clint's cock with his lips, then trailed his tongue up his chest, pausing to suck a hickey onto his collarbone before reaching for the lube.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes," Clint moaned.

Pietro slicked up his fingers and pushed his index finger inside Clint, finding his g-spot with expert speed. Clint gasped and clenched his fists around the chains of the handcuffs, then nodded to indicate he was ready for more. Pietro added a second finger and gently stretched him, preparing him. Clint groaned, his back arching.

"Okay, okay, just fuck me already," he begged.

Pietro grinned wickedly.

"Is that any way to speak to a police officer?" he teased.

"Oooh, you are such a punk..." said Clint.

"Hey, I thought you were the punk today."

Pietro moved his fingers inside him ever so slightly, making Clint squirm with need.

"Okay, okay," he said. "Please, officer, fuck me. Sir."

Pietro didn't need to be told again. He put on a condom and lubed up, then slowly sank inside Clint. He bit his lip, trying and failing to hold back the moan that slipped from him as he began to move in a steady rhythm. He wanted to make Clint come without ever being touched. He ran his hands up Clint's torso and to his arms, feeling every muscle in those beautifully toned arms before he reached Clint's hands and intertwined their fingers.

At last, Clint fell apart beneath him, his head thrown back as he cried out his release. Pietro finished within seconds of him, gasping in satisfaction. He pulled out and stripped off the condom, then leaned down to kiss Clint.

"So, what d'you say you uncuff me and we can wrap up our little party with some cuddling?" Clint said.

"I'd like that," said Pietro.

He sat up and reached over to the nightstand for the key, but it wasn't there.

"Uh oh."

He got off the bed and started searching the floor.

"Shit..."

"Please don't tell me you lost the key," said Clint.

"We lost the key," Pietro said.

"Well this is... awkward..."

"I'll go find out if we've got any spares," said Pietro. "And if not, I'll get someone who can break you out."

He grabbed his pants and started putting them on.

"I swear, my pants weren't this tight when I put them on earlier..."

"That's 'cause those are my pants," said Clint.

Pietro looked down and saw that Clint was right. He had grabbed the leather pants by mistake.

"Damn, I can see why you got so turned on by those things," Clint said, ogling at Pietro's ass.

Pietro rolled his eyes and grabbed a throw pillow, tossing it into Clint's lap.

"What was that for?"

"Just in case I have to get Stark," Pietro said. "Don't wanna scar him any more than necessary. He is taking us to a party tomorrow, after all."

"Good point," said Clint. "Now go get something to get me out of these things."

Pietro ran out to the living room, where he found Tony and Sam, who both looked up when he entered the room.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Tony asked, staring shamelessly.

"They're Clint's," Pietro replied. "I need some help."

"Why does Clint have leather pants and why are you wearing them?" Sam asked.

"You'll figure it out in a second," said Pietro impatiently. "Stark, you know how Clint asked about the handcuffs this morning?"

"Yeah..."

"Is there a spare key?"

"Not available, why?"

"I lost the one we had and Clint is cuffed to the headboard."

"Oh," said Sam. "That's why..."

Tony snorted, trying not to laugh.

"Lemme guess, you need me to break him out," he said.

"Yeah, kinda."

"Exactly how naked is he right now?"

"Well, I covered the important stuff with a pillow before I left," said Pietro. "But other than that, he's really damn naked."

Tony shook his head, still stifling laugher.

"Alright, I'll be there in a minute."