The next morning was not an early start for Loki and Clint. With the sun shining through the curtains, lighting up the room in a yellow glow, Clint awoke with a cloudy brain, images of naked bodies fading in and out of his head, and he was sure he was hard, but he couldn't account for the pulsing strain on his cock that squeezed and released. He peeled his eyes open to see green eyes right over him and he gulped before gently clearing his throat.

"Insatiable," he grunted, and Loki chuckled, running his palm over the underside of his length where it lie against his belly.

"I'm not the one who was hard in his sleep with no stimulation."

"I like morning sex."

"Yes, I know."

He cupped Clint's face, laying a kiss on his lips, and Clint responded gently, returning it with deep breaths through his nose. He threaded his fingers into Loki's hair, letting his thumbs drag along the edge of cheekbones as he devoured his mouth. He was almost disappointed when the god broke away but he let it slide when Loki moved lower, catching the skin at his collar with his teeth. The rubbing on his cock had ceased, Loki putting both hands to work over his pecs, feeling his skin as he trailed further down, biting and kissing his muscles. He put his weight on him, squishing Clint's length under his chest as he licked at a nipple with the flat of his tongue.

Clint couldn't believe he felt so out of breath from just these little touches the god left on him. The pressure of Loki's body stemmed the movement of his hips, and jolts of pleasure surged to his arousal with Loki's lips and tongue on his ribs. He looked down his body to watch the pink tongue dart out, and it made his eyes roll back. The silk of Loki's pajamas was just as sensual on him and he couldn't help the hand that went to Loki's shoulder, applying the gentlest pressure to tell him exactly where he wanted that tongue.

While Loki refused to be moved along, he did press his palm over his erection again, giving him a firm rub as he flicked his tongue over Clint's groin, tantalizingly close. Clint was as hard as he could get, throbbing against Loki's jaw until the god just barely turned his face to it, warming it with his breath. Clint was almost panting when Loki touched his mouth to his shaft, dragging his lips up the side to let him feel the slick of the inside. He stopped just as his lip caught on the head and suddenly sucked it in, laving his tongue across the slit. Clint inhaled sharply and his eyes shut for a moment, pleased and relieved to feel the wet muscle curling along the tip of his cock. He hummed and sat up to watch again, resting on his elbows and using all his control to not move his hips. He wouldn't take his pleasure this time. He intended to let Loki give it all to him, work his entire skill set to make him come. He grazed his fingers over the sleep-tangled locks that brushed the tops of his thighs, resisting the temptation to grab them and force Loki down on him. He found that the sight of Loki's wide open mouth, tongue long and flat lapping up his length, was so much better than that.

While Loki worked him slowly, his hand had wandered down, pressing the pads of his fingers into Clint's package and massaging the soft skin. Clint sighed when the god cupped him while he still licked on all sides of his cock, wetting it to take his long fingers without drag. Loki nosed at the base of his cock, pumping him slowly as he pulled at the pliant skin with his lips. Clint hissed, wary, as he set his hand on top of Loki's head. The god glanced up at him briefly before carrying on.

"Please be careful down there," Clint muttered. "I've... had some bad experiences."

Loki hummed disappointedly at the notion and tentatively flicked his tongue at him, letting Clint settle and pull his hand off his head. He lazily stroked the shaft, squeezing on occasion just to change it up. But it wasn't all about his dick this time. Loki sucked on the loose skin of Clint's package, using only his lips and tongue. He didn't want to scare his lover out of this. Holding it on his tongue, Loki pulled one globe into his mouth and rolled it, drawing out a quiet hum from the archer. He moved on to the next one and repeated his motions, suckling on the soft skin before pulling it behind his lips. Clint was enjoying it immensely, keeping a low hum of a moan in his closed mouth. He loved the treatment- his wet shaft being pulled, his sack massaged, and all he had to do was lie there. Loki was kneading his flesh again and Clint had closed his eyes, rubbing his thumb along his own jutting hip bone.

When he felt gentle fingers touch under his knees in a light, upward pressure, Clint bent his legs, feet flat on both side of the god. He was confused about it for a moment until Loki's warm tongue slid down the back of his package to his entrance. Clint jolted and his eyes flew open just to stare at the ceiling, exhaling harshly. Loki was delicately swirling the end of his tongue back and forth against Clint's hole, his reactions making it tense and relax, tense and relax. The movement made Clint's hips roll, moving with every retreat of the wet muscle in an unconscious effort to feel it on him again. He was near constantly sighing, almost chuckling at times because he couldn't believe it could feel that good.

Loki was allowing Clint's hips too move with him, his own hands down to hold the cheeks away as he started to dart his tongue against the opening. Not entering just yet, but close. He glanced up at the archer every now and then, pleased with his reactions until Clint's hand came into view, taking hold of his cock to stroke in time with Loki's licks. The god stopped and grabbed his wrist, yanking it down to the bed and settling back to Clint's opening.

"Do not touch yourself," he commanded and resumed licking at the hole while Clint grunted, slightly miffed.

With a roll of his eyes and a snicker, Loki decided it was time, and he pushed the point of his tongue into him as far as he could go, and he hummed at Clint's sudden moan.

"Oh shit..." he whispered.

Loki wriggled the muscle inside him before pulling it back and then delving in again, just as slow as the first time. Clint continued to whisper curses under the onslaught, letting his hips jerk with every twitch of Loki's tongue. The god soon buried his face between Clint's cheeks, spearing him with his muscle over and over while his hands resumed caressing Clint's arousal, leaking fluid down the length. He chuckled when the archer's hand found his head again, pushing as if Loki could get any deeper inside.

"Shit- Loki..."

The god pulled away, smiling cockily, and pushed Clint's legs down to leave room for him to inch closer and suck the head of Clint's length. He almost sighed at the taste of Clint's pre-cum, opening his jaw to take in the whole thing, tongue long and flat under the hard flesh, undulating in between hard sucks. As he bobbed his head, sliding it in and out of his mouth, his thumb pressed and prodded at Clint's wet hole teasingly, making the archer push his hips into him.

He was losing his rhythm, thrusting into the warm wetness of Loki's mouth, breathing hard. He had his fingers in Loki's hair again, rubbing his fingers back and forth on his scalp, showing how pleased he was. The orgasm built in him slowly, beginning in the globes of flesh under his cock as a warm pull, tingling up to the base until Loki's finger pushed into his entrance simultaneous to a firm suck on the head of his arousal. Clint groaned and tightened his grip on the god's hair, holding him down on his cock as he burst, splashing the back of his throat with his cum. He continued to roll his hips into Loki's mouth and Loki let him- breathing through his nose in between thrusts and swallowing down the liquid Clint gave him.

When the archer sighed and went limp on the bed, scratching Loki's head again, Loki let the softening flesh slip from his lips and he rubbed Clint's naked thighs lovingly. He scooted up the tanned body and smirked down at Clint's euphoric face- a light, lopsided smile and half-closed eyes. He hummed and skimmed his hands over Loki's silk covered legs.

"'S'that why they call you 'Silver-tongue'?"

Loki's smile disappeared and he glared, suddenly reaching back and slapping Clint across the face. Clint's post-orgasm high was gone, startled and cheek on fire with the slap. He pressed his hand on his face and looked affronted, but the god was already getting off the bed.

"What the hell was that for?!"

Loki started shedding his clothes and hastily gathering his outfit for the day. "You just called me a whore," he growled, tugging on his jeans and socks.

"Wh-What? With the Silver-tongue thing?"

"Yes!"

Clint sat up on his knees, face pulled into a look of confusion. "What does-"

"That is my realms-wide nickname for my oratory and persuasive prowess and you just used it to insinuate that I have a lot of practice using my mouth for sexual pleasure!"

Clint's jaw fell open, watching the god pull a T-shirt over his head, features purely angry. "Are you serious? It was a fucking compliment! You give great head- it was funny!"

Loki grimaced in disgust, leather jacket on and gathering his boots. "Oh, you are vile! I just swallowed your ejaculate and that's what you have to say to me?" He picked up the saddlebags and yanked open the door to the room just to step out and slam it shut.

Clint exhaled like it had been punched out of him, and he sat hunched on the mattress, rubbing his red cheek.

"Jesus."

Dressed and gear in hand, after packing up Loki's things he left in the bathroom, Clint stepped into the hotel lobby, waiting at the desk for the receptionist. It was the same girl from the night shift. She looked tired but she smiled at Clint all the same, ready to do her job even though she was clearly supposed to be off by then. He read her name tag and it piqued his interest for a moment.

"Odile?"

She smiled weakly and nodded. "My grandmother's name."

"It's very pretty."

"Thank you. Are you checking out?"

Clint sighed, exasperated but not at her. "Yeah."

Odile nodded again and typed on the hotel computer, bringing up the bill for the use of a room for one night. She glanced up at him and then over his shoulder, where Loki was waiting by the bike in front of the glass doors.

"Everything all right with you and your friend?"

"Ugh. It will be." Clint took cash out of his wallet and handed it to her, letting her count it out after him. "I'm an insensitive asshole and he's- heh, well, he's pinchazo quisquilloso- a fussy prick," he translated for her and she laughed. He smiled. "Now you can insult someone without them knowing. Just make sure they can't speak Spanish."

Odile shook her head and still laughed, thanking him for the info. "I'll be sure to use it. Have a good day."

Clint started to walk away, waving to her before he turned around. "Thanks, Odile. You too."

He exited the hotel and froze just outside the doors, watching Loki lean against the motorcycle and take a drag off a cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly through his nose and mouth. Seeing those green eyes through the smoke sent shivers down Clint's spine and a jolt to his cock, and he wanted to roll his eyes at himself. Of course he could get off on anything Loki did. He wanted to be ashamed of himself but he was too surprised for that.

The god turned his head to him and brought the cigarette to his lips again, holding it between his index and middle finger like he'd been doing it his whole life. As he spoke, the smoke billowed out from between his lips- a deadly dragon that needed to be soothed.

"Have something to say to me?" Loki asked lowly.

"Where did you get that?"

Loki's eyes tightened angrily. "Is this a joke?"

"You know those things will shorten your life?"

"I'm going to shorten your life if you don't start apologizing!"

Clint sighed and propped his bow against the bike, feeling like an idiot for getting caught up with the sight of the cigarette.

"I'm sorry," he said, standing at Loki's side. "I'm sorry- I'm a fucking idiot."

Loki took another drag on his smoke, looking unimpressed.

"I wasn't trying to call you a whore, or anything, it just- ugh. It just came out. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Can you put the smoke away- you're really fucking hot with it and I can't concentrate."

Loki smirked and blew the smoke out from his nose. He leaned in to the archer's space. "You just like to see my lips wrapped around something," he growled, reaching to grab Clint's hair and pull his head back. "But you fail to appreciate it when it's done solely for your pleasure." He started to pull his head back to the point where his neck could go no further. "Get on your knees," He whispered wetly, and the archer obeyed, breathing starting to speed up with the realization that they were in full public view. There were only a few cars passing on the roads; one person on the sidewalk, but they could all see him if they only turned their heads. He wondered if Odile was still behind the front desk, watching in fearful fascination as she saw firsthand what their relationship could be.

Loki was still gripping Clint's hair even as he dropped to the asphalt, straining his eyes in the sunlight to look at the god. With another pull on the cigarette and the smoke hissing through Loki's teeth, he leaned down with a grimace on his lips.

"Next time, you will have to make yourself come from the sound of my own moans while you pleasure me, or not at all. And also-" he leaned down further to nearly touch their noses- "What should you have said to me after I brought you to orgasm today?"

Clint was achingly hard and he was loathe to admit it even to himself. Loki's dominance over him, making him kneel at his feet, head held back to bare his neck- it turned him on just as the sight of the smoke billowing out of the god's lungs did. He gasped when Loki yanked his hair, awaiting a response.

"Agh! I- I love you!"

"Yes." The god glanced down at Clint's crotch and back up to his grey eyes. "Are you hard right now?"

"Jesus, yes," he wheezed, dizzy from the blood draining to his cock.

Loki snickered and released his grip, stepping away while Clint gasped for breath. "Now who is the insatiable one?"

Clint didn't answer, getting up and rubbing the back of his head where his roots were yanked on. His knees hurt from the asphalt. He sighed and adjusted the arousal in his jeans as he watched Loki flick away the butt of his cigarette.

"Feel better?"

"I believe it was that which was making me feel less angry rather than your apology, but your apology still helped a little."

"I'm sorry," Clint tried again, actually sounding repentant this time. "I love you."

Loki's face softened finally. "I love you too, but you make it very difficult some days."

"Yeah, you're no fucking picnic either."

The god smiled and set his arms over Clint's shoulders, leaning in to press his lips on Clint's, and he took it happily, holding Loki by his sides and kissing him deeply. When they pulled apart and Clint started putting the bow and quiver back on the bike, he heard a click and the sound of scraping metal. He turned to see Loki with a Zippo lighter, watching the flame with a dirty smile.

"Where the hell are you getting this stuff?"

Loki looked at Clint distractedly and flipped the lighter closed. "While I waited for you out here a man came by and he asked if I wanted a 'smoke'. He gave me this as well. He said he had two."

"You just took a cig from a random stranger?"

Loki put the lighter in the zipper pocket of his coat. "He said I looked 'down' and offered a pick-me-up. It would have been rude to refuse. And I find I rather like these."

Clint snorted and passed the god his helmet. "Remind me to never let you have any drugs. I let you get a taste of coke and you'd never get off."

Loki squinted his eyes in confusion as Clint got on the motorcycle and waited for Loki to mount behind him. "Coke?"

"Cocaine. You snort- you know what- never mind," Clint chuckled. "Let's just go."

"As you wish," Loki assented and held on to Clint's hips. "But let's stop for more cigarettes before the day is out."

The archer flipped his visor down and shook his head, laughing to himself and agreeing that they would.

They did stop for a pack of cigarettes when they drove into the next city in Tennessee, stopping originally for another set of caverns to explore. These were huge, large enough to serve as a concert hall for bands, ballrooms for weddings, and in fact there was a chandelier hanging from the high ceiling in the main cavern. Along the walls were white crystal formations shaped like blossoming flowers the size of Clint's hand, and Loki slyly snapped a section off and stowed it in his pocket while the tour guide and other guests were looking away. Clint gave him a questioning look and Loki waved him away nonchalantly, moving on.

There was a large pool of water, a rock wall built around it to keep people from falling in, and it was lit up from inside- the water a yellow-green color. At the bottom as Loki looked in, were hundreds of coins shining and the god looked to Clint for answers. He'd seen many fountains, pools and cave waters with money littering their floors and he didn't understand it.

"Why do people throw money into water? What is the point of that?"

"It's from some old legend about a wishing well or something," Clint explained poorly. He hardly knew the story behind it either. "You throw a coin in the well and make a wish and it comes true I guess."

"These are not wells."

Clint shrugged. "Yeah well, people are people. I've seen people throw coins into mall fountains. Never said humans were particularly smart."

"The majority it seems."

The tour guide was moving along, taking the group with him, and Loki and Clint followed slowly, not really listening to whatever it was he had to say. They walked at a leisurely pace, content to trail behind and watch the drips of calcitic water from stalactite to stalagmite; listening to the echoing din of the group and sometimes the sound of a small waterfall somewhere unseen in the caves. The cavern air was cool and damp and Loki loved it. The entire atmosphere of the escapade put Loki in a better mood, having forgiven Clint for his earlier idiocy, and he coyly reached out to hold Clint's hand as they walked. Clint was surprised but pleased, smirking at the god who refused to look at him while they held hands like young lovers.

At the next destination, in Alabama, they stopped to see a canyon apparently hidden away in a forest. They walked down the stone pathways and foot-beaten paths among the looming, skinny trees, Loki smoking as they went and receiving dirty looks from other tourists. The god blew smoke in their direction and smiled sweetly as they walked away. It was close to sunset, the forest becoming a fiery blaze of oranges and yellows while the moss that covered the giant boulders remained a healthy (in Loki's opinion) vibrant green. He rubbed his fingertips along the rocks and trees where the moss grew and was intrigued by a mushroom which he ate a piece of. Clint wasn't happy about it but there seemed to be no apparent reaction to Loki's system. At the very least, he stopped the god from eating the whole thing once he said it 'tasted rather good' and offered him another cigarette instead.

They ended up at the canyon entrance, where a group of guests would begin the tour soon, the pair included. It would be a while before it began though, and Loki asked how long they had. He pulled the archer away from the people milling about, ooh-ing and awe-ing over the plant life, and went into the forest off the paths. He dragged him until they reached a huge rock-face, completely flat like it had been cut away, with moss growing along it, dripping off the edges like frozen water, ferns sprouting from any crevice. They couldn't hear the people from there and Loki grinned at Clint predatorily, hands going to his jeans and starting to unzip.

"Get on your knees," he prompted quietly, still smiling his evil smile, and Clint obeyed, heart fluttering at the thought of what he'd be doing right then.

Loki turned around and chuckled, pushing his jeans down under his butt cheeks and reaching back to Clint's head, suddenly shoving his face into his ass. Clint grabbed Loki's thighs in surprise, steadying himself and looking up at the back of Loki's head.

The god chuckled darkly again and pushed at the archer's head. "This is how you will repay me for your snotty comment this morning. Get to it."

"Mmph! Shit!" Clint's face was shoved into Loki's ass, muffled but willing. Very willing. He nuzzled between Loki's cheeks and found his entrance, beginning to rub his tongue along it flatly like Loki had done to him that morning. The god above him sighed and pushed back against him eagerly.

"Put your tongue in," he whispered thickly. "Work me open."

His command sent spikes of heat straight to Clint's cock, hardening rapidly, and he went to work immediately, making one last lick over his opening before thrusting his tongue in. The god moaned quietly and steadied himself with a hand on the rock face, other hand rubbing over his exposed groin next to his hard length.

Clint groaned at Loki's sounds, and he unbuttoned his own pants to release his cock, giving it a firm squeeze as he darted his tongue in and out of the god. He flicked around the outside of the ring of muscle gently, making the god tense and pant, and then he plunged his whole tongue in again to make him tremble. He squeezed Loki's thigh as he squeezed himself, moaning into Loki's ass and vibrating him.

"Ohhhh... You better not be touching yourself or I will humiliate you."

Clint's hand dashed away from his cock to Loki's other leg and the god laughed through his moans.

"Oh yes- Mmmm, I hope you're ready."

Clint was slightly afraid of whatever his lover had planned for him, but his length was still hard, and dripping even, and he continued to pleasure him despite his aching. He thrust in tongue in and out of Loki's hole quickly, huffing and straining with the increasing moans until the god's breathing hitched and then released in a harsh groan, entrance tightening around the wet muscle invading him. Clint pulled away and stared up at Loki's heaving back, letting him catch his breath.

When the god turned around, his cock was beginning to go limp, and one hand was cupped like he held a handful of water. He lowered his hand to Clint's level, still lightly panting, and showed him the small pool of cum in his palm.

"Drink it."

Clint balked, firstly surprised that the god had jerked himself off when he despised doing so, and then very nearly disgusted by the notion of Loki's command. He started to lean away when Loki held his head in place and brought his hand to Clint's lips.

"Yes, it's a horrid proposition, isn't it? Yet I did it for you this morn without complaint. Now drink it, and I will help you with yours."

Clint took a deep breath and drew his mouth into a frown, flushing in embarrassment, but he slowly opened his mouth and licked away the cum from Loki's hand and swallowed it down. Loki smirked and wiped his spit and cum-slicked hand on his jeans. He tucked himself back into his pants and did them up and told Clint to stand. Then he himself got down on his knees, level with Clint's still hard cock, and Loki dropped his jaw and let his tongue roll out, waiting. He quirked a brow at the archer when the cock in his face jumped at the sight of the god on his knees, and it was almost a challenge.

Clint scoffed in disbelief and took himself in hand, pumping his cock roughly and staring into the god's eyes, watching a line of saliva drip slowly off the end of his tongue. He gruffly grabbed the back of Loki's head as Loki had done to him earlier and held him just against his arousal. He rubbed the tip on the top of Loki's tongue, spreading his pre-cum on it as he jerked off hard, beginning to pant, and when the god curved his tongue to run a line down the underside of the head, Clint cursed and came, shooting the white liquid onto his tongue. Loki had closed his eyes and let his mouth hang open, and when Clint starting to level out his panting, he opened his eyes to watch Clint stare as the cum began to drip of the end of his tongue to the mossy ground. Clint let go of his cock and Loki rolled his tongue up to catch the rest of his lover's semen, closing his mouth to swallow it. Loki stood up and brushed the dirt from his knees and smiled as he tucked Clint back into his pants, humming contently. Clint was still thinking about the movements of Loki's tongue, watching him curiously until the god started to walk away, pulling Clint by his fingers.

"I think the tour may be starting now."

And Clint let himself be pulled along out of the thick of the forest and to the tour group, which was indeed gathering together, and Loki glanced back at him with a smirk. Their relationship was a strange one, he thought. Where Loki was in charge but let Clint take the lead. Clint would take a 'punishment' if he fucked up, but he loved Loki and trusted him not to take it too far.

The group all brought flashlights, running the beams up the mossy walls of the canyon when the tour guide did it. When the sun finally set, and they were walking in the dark, they were all commanded to turn off the lights- and watched blue glowing dots appear on the walls. It was so dark, and the number glowing bugs so dense that they could scarcely tell where the wall ended and the sky of stars began. They were really some kind of fly larvae that glowed to catch prey in their sticky strings of mucus, but they were beautiful in the dark. The tourists exclaimed over them, and even Loki and Clint were intrigued, listening intently to the guide describe them as some sort of cousin to another glowing bug in New Zealand. How true that was, Clint was sure he didn't know, but what the hell did he care?

They ended the day there in that park, having another six hour stint of driving ahead of them to the next destination, and slept in a cozy cabin on the grounds. And the next morning was another lazy start, except Clint decided not to open his mouth for any stupid comments this time.