Chapter 2: Good Morning

Clint's sleepy eyes blinked open, hearing the voice of somebody close talking. Slices of sunlight cutting through the window shades were shining on his face. He yawned quietly, feeling the warm presence of another body next to him in his sheets. A body that smelled like expensive cologne and pineapple. Clint's eyes fluttered at the scent. Pineapple. That meant Tony slept over last night. Then Clint's eyes bulged. Oh my god, he slept over last night! Not moving his body, he looked to his left. Tony had his back turned to him, laying on his side and talking on his Stark-Phone. Clint narrowed his eyes. Tony was only wearing a red and gold jersey and a pair of tight black briefs. No pants.

"You can't be serious," he heard Tony say,

"Don't get me wrong I'm sad he's leaving but he waits 'til now to tell us? And you said he's going on Monday?...Yeah huh...No it's okay, I can understand that...Yes, yes, I know, Steve, but you know I have to throw a party, right?...No, not today. I've got things to do today, but you tell him he better not dare make plans for tomorrow...Well of course the rest of you are coming...No. No, not this time. Don't worry, I know that's not his thing,...okay...okay, see ya later, Steve. I'll letcha know what happens,..K, bye."

Tony turned over and faced Clint. He jumped when he saw Clint's open eyes looking at him.

"Tony, you slept over." Clint said, his voice flat.

Tony arched an eyebrow.

"That a problem?" he asked.

"I didn't say you could."

Tony gently stroked Clint's bare chest, swirling his index finger around his pecs.

"Yeah well, after my um, service to you last night, you passed out almost immediately. I didn't get a chance to ask you."

Clint couldn't help but chuckle.

"So you slept over anyway?" he asked with a smile.

Tony smiled back.

"I couldn't help it. I liked seeing you sleep. You always look so peaceful when you do. I was tired myself so bam, I slept over."

Clint grinned at him.

"That sounded a little tender there, T. Careful. I might think you wanna propose to me or something."

Tony chuckled, cupping Clint's face with his soft hands.

"You're an asshole, Clyde."

"An asshole you put to sleep with great head last night. Great, great head."

Clint lifted his head up and pressed his lips into Tony's, loving the taste of his ever potent pineapple flavored chewing gum.

"So, are you mad that I slept over? Before last night, it's something I haven't done with you." Tony asked when he pulled back.

Clint closed his eyes and shook his head.

"No. Just concerned. Sometimes Barney likes to check my room at night and make sure I'm actually here."

"I thought you said Barney was okay with us." said Tony.

Clint bit down on his lip.

"No, Tony. I said Barney found you and me tolerable. By just the tiniest bit. As much as I hate to admit it, this is my brother's house and I know he'd be pissed if he saw you in my bed."

Tony gave Clint his signature shit eating grin.

"I love it every time you admit there's a 'you and me'. You fought it like a son of a bitch at first."

Clint rolled his eyes and sat up in his bed. He yawned and rubbed the sleep out of his lids.

"Don't make me throw up, T. Anyway, what were you and Steve talking about just now?"

Tony leaned back against the bedrest with him. He scratched the back of his hair and looked down.

"Oh yeah, that. Um, turns out Sam's moving back to Harlem Monday morning."

Clint's eyes widened.

"What?!"

Tony nodded.

"Yup. He's actually been preparing to move for over a month now, but he chose today to tell. I don't know if you heard that last part but I wanna throw him a party."

Clint raised an eyebrow at him, and Tony shook his head.

"Not a Stark party, Clyde. Just a little get-together to give him a proper send-off. You."

Tony gave Clint a small kiss.

"Me."

Another small kiss.

"Birdie. Captain. Brucie Boy. Hammy. Bonnie. Maybe a couple other people. What do ya say?"

Tony gave Clint another kiss, this one longer and deeper. Clint's eyebrows raised when he felt Tony slip his tongue inside his mouth. Then he shrugged and let their tongues mingle. Still kissing him, Tony straddled Clint, pinning him against the bedrest. Clint placed one hand behind Tony's neck, the other on his bare thigh, kissing him back hard. He just woke up three minutes ago, yet again Tony had gotten him all riled up and wooden. Tony broke their kiss, grinning at him. His warm, pineapple breath lightly hitting Clint's face. Clint licked his lower lip and brought his mouth to Tony's ear.

"I say 'yes', but that's a different thing. Before you do anything else, you need to take care of me. Right now. You know how crazy it makes me every time you shove your tongue down my throat."

Tony smiled, trailing his fingers down Clint's navel to the front of his purple sweat pants under the sheets.

"I do, my hawk. I do."

Tony tugged down his sweats, and Clint saw Tony's happy reaction. Clint always went commando before going to bed. Tony grabbed Clint's rock hard shaft, kissing him passionately while he stroked him nice and slow. Clint moaned into their kiss, his hips squirming under Tony's touch. His back arched and he raised his hips. Tony started jerking him faster, his hand rotating in circles every time he brought it up to Clint's throbbing head. Tony's soft, velvety hands always felt amazing on the skin of his cock. He moaned louder when Tony went back to using tongue in their kiss.

"Mmmmmm. Mmmm."

Tony picked up speed, stroking him faster and harder. He broke their kiss, and Clint squeezed his eyes closed. He bunched the sheets under his fingers and let his head fall back while Tony sucked on his earlobe. With Tony's magic hand and hurricane tongue, Clint knew he wasn't going to last long at all. The sensation of a coming orgasm at the hands of Tony Stark always felt incredible!

"Ho-holy shit. This quick? Sorry, man." he gasped.

"It's okay. I gotcha, Clint. I gotcha." Tony whispered.

Tony's hot breath in his ear was too much. He arched his back further and with a loud groan Clint came hard in Tony's hand. His body spasmed hard, legs spreading open, toes curling. Clint was about to groan again when Tony crashed their lips together, swallowing his sounds into his mouth. Their lips were glued together for thirty seconds before Tony pulled back. Clint almost whined when Tony broke their kiss. Fucking hormones! Dammit if I wouldn't kiss this guy forever!

"Careful with the noises you make, Clint. I don't know if Barney's home or not."

"Doesn't matter. Just keep kissing me." Clint breathed.

He wrapped his arms around Tony, pulling him down into another make-out session.

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Steve doubled over laughing, feeling his cheeks starting to hurt. He, Bruce, and Sam were goofing around during the late morning. After Sam's news, Bruce had decided to lighten the mood a little. They went to Steve's room with their trail mix and Kool-Aid. One thing led to another, and now there Steve was laughing hard in his computer chair. Sam was crawling like a panther towards Bruce on the ground while "Hips Don't Lie" was playing from Steve's computer. Bruce was leaning on his elbows, both he and Sam mouthing the lyrics. When the chorus hit, Sam stood up, putting his hands on his head and shimmying his body just like the South American pop star. Bruce and Steve went into another laughing session, having trouble breathing as Sam began turning in a circle and rolling his hips.

"This making you boys uncomfortable?" Sam asked, sticking his tongue out.

"Not really, but that's a different thing." said Steve, who was nearly wheezing from laughter.

"Little bit." said Bruce with a giggle.

Sam raised an eyebrow then grabbed Bruce by his elbow, pulling him to his feet.

"Oh really, Bruce? Stand up on Steve's bed and show us whatcha got." Sam challenged.

Bruce's eyes bulged, and he looked to Steve hopefully. Steve only raised his brows and gestured to his bed. Bruce groaned as Sam pushed him forward. Steve knew this was going to be good for a laugh. Bruce wasn't too bad of a dancer (emphasis on too bad). However when it came to the sexy stuff, Clint, Tony, Natasha, and Sam had that talent in spades. Bruce stood up on Steve's bed, eyes still wide as Sam and Steve looked him expectantly.

"Come on! Shake that ass, Brucie Boy!" Sam shouted, and Steve almost choked on the Kool-Aid he was sipping.

Bruce jittered forward, shaking his curls in front of his face and throwing his elbows up and down. Steve covered his mouth, struggling like the dickens to not laugh at Bruce's efforts. He looked like an eighty year old man with arthiritis. I'm no Michael Jackson but oh my GOD, even I could do better than that! Bruce saw their reactions, and just kept doing what he was doing.

"Oh my god. This is like, the second shift at the strip club." Steve uttered, and Bruce and Sam snorted with chuckles.

"I know, right? This is the late late late shift. The tired girls." Bruce added, hopping down off the bed.

"Actually this is the day shift, cuz you know if you go to the strip club during the day you don't give a damn!"

Bruce fell on his knees in front of Steve, gripping the arms of his chair as all three of them began cackling like hyenas once more.

"You know it's the truth! She got stretchmarks and shit!" Sam added.

"C-section scars." wheezed Bruce.

"Bullet wounds." Steve chimed in.

"People just there for the chicken wings anyway." said Sam.

Steve was now laughing so hard he fell out of his chair, causing the three of them to go into another round of howling. This is what I love about, you. Oh my god, I'm gonna miss you, Sam.

A/N: Honest opinion, how is the humor? I draw on a lot of real life conversations with my own crazy friends to make it seem more...real I suppose. Anyway hope you're liking so far. If so you know what to do. ;)