Chapter 4: Labels

A/N: If you've ever seen clips of Jeremy Renner singing then I think you'll like this chapter

"Mmmmmm. Yeah...I know, Da-augh!...No I'm alright I'm just-WOW!- just moving a few things around...Don't worry, Howard, I'll be ther-ah! Oh fuck!...Huh? No no no, I just,...Mmmmmm...I saw a spider. Big spider. Big big spider...Look I said I'll be there, okay? Ohhhh god!...Yeah like I said it's a big spider,...Okay...Bye Howar-woah!"

Tony hung up and threw his phone to the side. He was having way too much trouble talking to his sourpuss of a father while Clint licked the underside of his long shaft. Tasting and teasing his cock with tender kisses to the sensitive head. When Clint took all of him in his hot wet mouth and stuck a finger inside of his tight hole, Tony knew it was over with. He lifted his hands above his head, grabbing the top of the bedrest while Clint continued blowing and fingering him. Clint didn't suck him off all that often, but when he did he was fucking great at it. Tony looked down, growing an extra inch at the sight of his cock disappearing further and further into Clint's mouth. Clint then added a second finger, a welcome burning intrusion. Clint's strong fingers worked him hard, curling inside of him as he found Tony's sweet spot. Tony's eyes lolled up, gripping the bedrest tighter and tighter.

"Oh-oh my god, Clint. Oh god! Oh god!" he moaned, and Clint chuckled.

The warm breath and vibrations from his throat were too much, and Tony felt himself about to bust. Clint fucking Barton is sucking my dick! I'm still having trouble believing this. Clint shoved his fingers further into Tony, and he felt all of his nerve endings scream in pleasure every time they were struck. Tony sucked in a breath through his teeth, raising his hips. Clint used his other hand to stroke his stomach, leaving trails of invisible fire around his belly button. Tony saw spots in his vision as his body went into automatic. His thighs clenched around Clint's head and his climax came.

"Cliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiint."

Tony loudly moaned his lover's name as he shot into Clint's welcoming mouth, filling it up with thick warm liquid. His body fell into the mattress, his head to the side against Clint's pillow. He was breathing hard, his mouth feeling parched. Clint withdrew his lips, looking straight at Tony as he swallowed it all with a smile on his face.

"Fuck, Tony. Even your cum tastes like pineapple. How much of that shit do you eat?"

Tony wiped some sweat off of his forehead and chuckled lowly. It was true. Tony loved the taste of pineapple. The regular fruit, chewing gum, juice, smoothies, chapstick, candy, whatever. He knew Clint liked the smell and taste of pineapple on him, which only furthered Tony's love of it. Clint crawled forward, laying his naked body on top of Tony's as he peppered his collarbone with small kisses. Tony grinned at him.

"Clyde, do you realize it's the afternoon now?" Tony asked, stroking Clint's hard back muscles.

"Your point?" Clint asked breathily, planting his lips onto Tony's.

Tony's eyebrows shot up as Clint pressed into their kiss, tasting his own semen on Clint's tongue. He was right. Pineapple as usual. Tony grabbed Clint's jaws and gently pushed his mouth away.

"We've literallydone nothing but make out and cum ever since you woke up."

Clint chewed on his lower lip.

"Whose fault is that?"

"Hey, all I did was kiss you and jerk you off. You'rethe one who decided that we should tongue for an hour. Then you started giving me a surprise blowjob while I was on the phone with Howard."

Clint's hands skimmed Tony's ribs, and Tony could swear he was feeling Clint get hard again against his stomach.

"I can't help it sometimes, Tony. You're a great fuck."

Tony softly stroked Clint's earlobes. He raised his eyebrows, looking directly into Clint's gray-blue eyes.

"You sure that's it?" he asked coyly.

Clint's face grew confused.

"Huh?" he asked.

"I know I'm a great fuck, but is that the only reason I drive you wild like this?"

Clint raised himself off of Tony, his face going blank. Tony's eyebrows lowered. He hated when Clint did that. How he flipped some sort of switch in his brain and turned himself into a robot. A sexy, sexyrobot. Clint climbed off of his bed, searching through his organized chaos of a room for something to wear. Tony sat up, still waiting on an answer.

"Clyde? Hey, I asked you a question." said Tony, careful not to sound too demanding.

Unlike his ex Pepper who was willing to deal with Tony's...Tonyness, Clint was one tough cookie. If anything Tony said or did pissed him off, Clint would potentially knock his lights out. Tony stroked at his forehead. It had already happened before. Clint threw on nothing more than a pair of black basketball shorts with a purple waistband and a spider shaped necklace.

"I don't answer questions you already know the answer to, Tony." he said in his robot voice.

Tony looked down. Clint may be able to go robot mode, but Tony's patience was being tested constantly with their situation.

"It would just be nice to hear you say so. I'm not Natasha, Clint. I can't read your fucking mind."

Clint put his hands on his hips and raised an eyebrow at Tony.

"Still feeling a little jealous over my partner, Tony?" he asked, and Tony grew confused.

"What do you think, Clint? For fuck's sake, I feel like I'm sharing you or something."

Clint's robot mode turned off. He walked to the bed, getting down on his knees and bringing Tony into a surprise kiss. Tony wanted to keep being upset. Really he did, but the feel of Clint's soft buttery lips was always so satisfying and hot he didn't put up much of a fight. Clint pulled back, grinning at him.

"I told you T, she's not my girlfriend. You're not sharing me."

"You're a perceptive guy, Clint. I know you know why I feel that way."

Clint rolled his eyes, rubbing his thumb in circles around the corner of Tony's mouth.

"Don't start getting all touchy-feely with me, Tony. You and I may be sort of together now, but Natasha is always going to be my partner."

Tony leaned forward, his lips a centimeter from Clint's.

"Yeah yeah, Natasha is your partner. I know that. That's great. Whoopty doo, whatever. So what am I?" he asked in a whisper.

Clint gave Tony a shit-eating grin.

"You're Tony Stark. A hot pineapple loving rich boy who's a lot of fun to be around. And a great fuck."

Tony grinned back.

"You know buttering me up like that isn't going to work forever, Clyde. I'm not a piece of bread. Sooner or later, you're gonna have to define what the fuck I am to you."

Clint's grin went away but he nodded his head, and a glimmer of hope sparked in Tony. He wanted so badly to make Clint his boyfriend. Ever since he told Coulson the school counselor he finally found someone he wanted to pursue, he knew he wanted Clint Barton to be his man. To be Clint's man. To hold hands with him at school. Kiss him tenderly in front of everybody, but so far Clint was having none of that. Even in their circle of friends, Clint never showed too much affection. An arm around the shoulder or a nice hug but that was it. They hung out at each other's houses a lot, but so far they only had two dates. Both of them none too extravagant like Tony wanted.

The edgy dark blond seemed to have a thing against titles and labels. Tony had asked him if he was gay or bisexual like him. Clint only responded that he was "sexual". He and Natasha always say that they're 'partners', but that itself was already so complicated. What did they mean by that? They claim to have never dated, but they definitely act like a couple, and many couples use the term 'partners' for each other. He and Clint had been seeing each other for over a month now. Clint expressed clear interest in Tony, but whenever Tony brought up the subject of what they were to each other, Clint either shut down or distracted him with kisses and sex. Hot, hot sex. Some of the best sex Tony ever had in his life, and the millionaire had been around the block.

Clint's grin came back and he kissed Tony softly.

"I like you, Tony. Remember the first time I told you that?"

Tony chuckled. How could he forget? Right after they both said they liked each other for the first time, Clint let Tony take his anal virginity in the driver seat of his Corvette. Tony nodded, flashing a nostalgic toothy smile.

"Yup. Best Monday I ever had." said Tony.

"Nothing's changed, T. Remember that."

Clint shot back up to his feet.

"I know Barney's not here. He would've heard us going at it and barged in a long time ago if he was. How about I make us some lunch and then we can have some more...pineapple."

Tony licked his upper lip and shrugged playfully.

"He doesn't know, Clyde. That sounds a little tender to him."

Tony smirked. He knew Clint (and pretty much everybody) hated it when he talked in third person. Clint pointed a finger at him.

"Do I have to come over there and bite you again?" he mock threatened.

Tony grabbed at his shoulder, shuddering at the memory of Clint biting him their first time having sex. He knew people had kinks for that sort of thing but, no sir, not him. Clint's sharp eyes noticed his movements, and he snickered.

"Good. Then you stay here in my bed and I'll be back in a little bit."

Clint smiled sweetly at him, a skip in his step as he walked out of the room. Tony laid on his back, a weird mixture of feelings swirling around in his brain. Clint liked him. Clint was spending a lot of time with him. Kissing him. Fucking him. Talking to him to an extent. Saying that they were together (sort of), but Tony began to wonder. What was it about Clint that kept him around? Indeed they had great sex, but Tony already had great sex with busloads of other people before. Pepper was a mistake, but he thought for sure back then that she was the one. Now she hardly even spoke to him anymore. Ever since his birthday weekend, she and Rhodey have had almost no contact with him. Tony was more than happy that he finally got to (sort of) be with Clint and hang out regularly with Steve and the others. But, Rhodey and Pepper were the constants in his life for a long time before this new circle of his was solidified. He wanted terribly for them to join in on all the fun he was having, but they just keep ignoring him. He didn't even know why Rhodey was avoiding him, and that hurt the most. Pepper was an unfortunate relationship gone wrong and that was bad enough, but Rhodey had known him since they were nine. What the hell happened there?

Tony thought maybe his new relationship with Clint would help out his wounded heart, but things with them got complicated. Tony hated complicated. In a way, Clint was still fighting their bond. It was mostly understandable at first because Tony tried rushing things, but then Clint admitted liking him back and became his lover of sorts. Lover of sorts. God dammit, I shouldn't even be saying that. I don't want to push Clint away, but he better be thinking hard about what I said. Tony sat up, grabbing his jersey and briefs off the edge of the bed. He slipped them on, hoping to god his dad didn't catch on to what he was doing on the phone. Tony knew his father would probably be indifferent to his new relationship, but he still didn't want him finding out yet. Not like that. He grabbed his Stark-Phone, browsing around the web for a while. He chuckled to himself. He was Tony fucking Stark. An heir. A millionaire youth who had stayed in five star resorts in Paris and Rome before. Yet there he was in a lower middle class one story house belonging to two former circus kids. In a queen sized bed with wrinkled purple sheets. It wasn't too shabby, though. It was nice. Comfy.

Some ten or fifteen minutes later, Tony tore his eyes away from the screen of his phone and looked at the door. He sniffed the air. Chicken. I smell chicken. Tony smiled. Clint was cooking for them! He slowly got off the bed, sliding on his black jeans he left on the floor. He turned the knob of the door, opening it partially. The smell of chicken grew stronger, mixed with the scent of spices and peppers. Tony's eyes fluttered and his stomach grumbled. He wasn't kidding when he said so far he and Clint had done nothing but kiss and make each other cum. That was always fun, but food was needed. He leaned further into the hallway, hearing a pleasant surprise; Clint singing a capella to a song he hadn't heard in years. "Words To Me" by Sugar Ray.

"I look at you, and try to do, the best I cannnn,

but sometiiiiimes, it ain't that easyyy."

Clint had told him to stay in bed, but Tony was rarely one for doing what he's told. He tip-toed slowly down the hallway to the kitchen, smiling widely at Clint's voice. He was already a hell of a fighter, dancer, acrobat and bowman. Who knew he could also sing?

"If not today she said 'Then tell me when.'

I think I tried to say 'I'm sorry', then she said these words forever and,

please don't leave me hangin' on and onnn.

Dammit if Clint didn't sound just like Mark Mcgrath. Tony slowly creeped into the kitchen, covering his mouth to hide a giggle. Clint had his back turned to him, grilling diced chicken breasts and bell peppers in a skillet. He was bouncing up and down on his heels while he sang.

"I see the light in your windowww.

Look to the sky and we can gooooo away."

Tony eased forward, careful not to make any loud footsteps as he slowly made his way behind Clint. He licked his lips, staring at the way Clint's bare tanned back muscles bunched when he moved. Fuck, he was hot!

"Get up, get up, get up, I'm gonna

pick you up and take you where I wanna!

Get up, get up, get up, I'm gonna

pick you up and take you where I wanna!

La-la-la-la-la-laaa!

She sings these words to meee.

She sings these words to meeeeee."

Tony took another step forward, and Clint stopped moving. He must've felt Tony's presence behind him a little early.

"Oh god. Oh no." Clint whispered loudly.

Clint turned around, and Tony had trouble not laughing out loud. Clint was red in the face, gripping his spatula tightly with both hands while looking down. Tony closed the space between them, laughing softly.

"I can't believe this. I can't fucking believe this. You're flustered right now, aren't you?" he asked.

Clint looked up and wiped over his lips with the back of his hand.

"Why are you out of bed?" he asked, his voice tight.

Tony licked his upper teeth.

"Clyde, what other hidden talents do you have? I never knew you had some pipes on ya."

Clint shook his head and turned back around to the skillet.

"Don't do that, Tony." he said.

Tony prodded at the back of Clint's necklace, swirling the small chain with his index finger.

"Do what? Praise your talent? Relax, Clyde. It was sexy."

Tony kissed the back of Clint's neck, his skin warm against his lips.

"No need to feel embarrassed." he added.

"I'm not embarrassed." Clint replied, far too quickly.

Tony smiled against the nape of Clint's neck, fighting not to grope him while he was cooking.

"Oh yes you arrrrre, Clyde," he teased,

"But that's a different thing. Go ahead and keep singing though. I love that song."

"No." Clint said, harshness dripping in his tone.

Tony lowered his head, kissing Clint's right shoulder.

"Pleeeease?" he asked, purposefully making himself sound like a kid.

"Don't piss me off, Tony." warned Clint, nudging Tony off his back.

Tony took a few steps back, feeling disappointed and irritated. Why did Clint have to keep acting so inconsistent with him?

"Alright, fine. Sorry I asked. Ya stubborn bastard." he said with bitterness.

Clint set the spatula to the side and turned around, frowning at Tony with crossed arms.

"'Stubborn bastard'? Really, Tony?" he asked.

Tony raised his eyebrows and looked at him challengingly. Clint may feel a little punchy for this, but Tony felt like speaking his mind so, whatever.

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, Clint. You refuse to define what we are to each other. You refuse to let me help you go on the Senior Trip. You even refuse to let me compliment you. Yeah, you're a stubborn bastard."

Clint rolled his eyes and turned back around to the skillet.

"Just go back to the room, Tony. Lunch'll be ready in a sec."

Tony bit down on his lower lip, a huff coming through his nose.

"Clint, you said you liked me."

Clint turned back around, raising an eyebrow at Tony. Tony balled up his fist at the sight of the spider necklace. He knew what it meant.

"I do like you, Tony." he said.

Tony stepped forward, putting his hands on Clint's forearms.

"Prove it. I know you don't want us to go public yet but tomorrow at Sam's going away party, I want you to kiss me in front of all our friends. You never do."

Clint cocked his head to the side at Tony.

"You want me to kiss you in front of all our friends? Seriously? You seriously want me to give you PDA. To what, prove a point? They already know we're seeing each other. Isn't that good enough?"

Tony raked his fingers through his hair and stepped back again. Clint was going to drive him crazy. In the bad way.

"Clint, have you forgotten that you already pole dancedfor me in front of everyone? You know, before you and I got together?"

Clint threw his arms up in the air, letting them slap at his sides as he rolled his eyes.

"Alright, Tony. Tell you what, I'll kiss you. I will kiss the fucking shit out of you. I will shove my tongue so far down your throat that I'll taste your stomach lining. I will even moan and grab you by the ass if you want me to. I will make everyone there very uncomfortable. Would that make you happy?"

Tony laughed sarcastically, walking out of the kitchen and to the front door. Clint could act that way if he wanted to, but he didn't have to deal with this shit. Steve was the one with an ocean of patience. Tony? He had more of a puddle.

"You really are a fucking dummy, Clint." Tony chided, shoving his feet into his shoes.

Clint walked towards him, holding his arms out.

"Now hold on, Tony. I don't want you to leave ya know."

Tony opened the door, walking out of Clint's reach.

"You've got a real funny way of showing it. I've got somewhere to be, anyway. If you need company just call your partner."

Tony slammed the door behind him, not waiting to see Clint's reaction. Over four and half weeks of this shit. That may not sound like a ton of time to most people, but he and Clint had a connection. He knew they did. Tony didn't really know what he was doing. Hell before Clint he was a massive man-whore. He wasn't a dating type of guy, but he was at least willing to give it a try. Clint was too, but so far Tony was the only one following through.