Chapter 6: About Time

The next day,...

Tony dipped a strawberry in the bowl of cream and popped it in his mouth. He closed his eyes, loving the taste. It was around one in the afternoon, and he was in the big kitchen on the lower floor waiting for his friends to arrive. Tony knew they were just going to have a simple get-together, so all he really did when he woke up was set out a bus load of snacks, tidy up his lounge and make sure his dad was out. He was dressed up in a black button up shirt, an open black leather jacket and black skinny pants, his red shades covering his eyes. He hadn't gotten a lot of sleep last night, and he was a little hung over. After his little spat with Clint, Tony had a very long and weary Saturday. Multiple meetings with his father and Uncle Obadiah. A doctor's appointment. Time at the lab dealing with new prototypes of tech that needed his input. A stressful and revealing phone with Rhodey he didn't even want to think about. When he was finally able to go to his floor and relax, he drank a few glasses of Jack Daniels before calling it a night. Tony sighed. He missed Clint. He slept over with Clint for the first time the other night, and it was great. He liked the fact that Clint was a fighter and a badass, but seeing him so relaxed and at peace while he was sleeping was something Tony enjoyed witnessing. Tony sighed as he chewed on the strawberry.

Part of him felt guilty for walking out on Clint yesterday, but he knew his patience had limits. Tony tried talking to him, but Clint's notorious attitude reared its ugly head. Again. It was a shame because Clint could actually be very (and Tony couldn't believe he was thinking this) sweet. Their first date together, Clint held hands with him and leaned into his arm while they were at the movies. When the movie was over, Clint didn't say anything but he kissed him softly. Tony was enjoying Clint's time and company much more than he ever thought he would, which was why he was pissed that Clint kept acting so on and off with him. He popped another strawberry in his mouth. He got a message from Sam saying that he, Steve and Bruce would be there within the next ten minutes or so. Thor told him half an hour at most. That was all well and good, but he naturally wondered most about Clint. As irritated as he was with him, he still hoped Clint would show up. His personal driver and assistant of sorts Happy came into the kitchen.

"Mr. Stark, one of your friends has arrived." said the pudgy older man.

Tony rolled his eyes. Another pet peeve of his was being called "Mr. Stark". Save that formality for Howard, not me. He motioned "come here" with his hand, signaling Happy to let the guest in. Happy nodded and went back to the front door. Tony turned back around to the counter. He grabbed another strawberry, dipping the fruit deep in the thick sweet cream before taking a nice big bite. His eyes fluttered, a small moan escaping from his lips.

"Hey, stranger. Those things that good?" asked a voice.

Tony spun around, surprised to see none other than Clint fucking Barton there leaning against the doorway. Speak of the fuckin' devil! He was wearing an open blue denim jacket, a pukka shell necklace, a faded maroon t-shirt, and khaki shorts. The top of his hair stylishly spiked. He was grinning at Tony, but Tony couldn't get a good read off of him. Tony continued chewing his strawberry, looking down a little.

"I have a big sweet tooth," he defended.

Clint already knew that though. Welp, there he is. What do I say? Clint chuckled, still standing in the doorway.

"I'll bet you do," Clint replied coyly,

"But that's a different thing."

Tony swallowed the strawberry, not sure what to say next while Clint kept grinning at him. Clint took a few steps forward. A little slower than usual Tony noticed.

"I uh, I guess you don't feel too bitter about yesterday, huh Clint?" Tony asked.

Clint cocked his head as he approached him, frowning a little.

"I'm sorry, do I know you? Who's Clint?" he asked with a smirk.

Tony arched an eyebrow, an unfinished piece of strawberry holding in his jaw. What the fuck is he doing?

"What is this?" asked Tony.

What angle was he going for? The dark blond just kept smirking, the space between them nearly closed. Clint gave his lower lip a lick, and Tony's pulse quickened. Clint knew Tony found it hot every time he did that.

"Just me making casual conversation with a hot stranger." Clint replied.

Tony chuckled, backing up into the counter. Ohhhh. Now I see what's happening. This is getting me kinda hot.

"I see. Well I'm uh, I'm happy to oblige." he said.

Clint looked Tony up and down, biting on his lip and grabbing at his belt loops. A wave of heat fell over Tony. He had no idea Clint could get any sexier than he already was.

"Tell me, a cutie like you seeing anybody?" asked Clint.

Now wait just a damn minute,...Tony puckered his lips and lowered his brows.

"That's a good fucking question." he said.

Clint could try and rile him up all he wanted, but that didn't change the fact that he was still upset with him for-

"Cuz I am." Clint said, interrupting Tony's thoughts.

Tony cocked his head to the side.

"You are?" he asked.

Clicked licked his lips and slowly nodded.

"Mmhm. I have a boyfriend."

Tony's eyes bulged. Whoah! What did he just say? What the fuck did he just say?! He coughed, almost choking on the piece of strawberry he forgot was still in his mouth. He swallowed it hard, blushing when Clint chuckled at him.

"You have a b-b-boyfriend?" he stammered, hoping to god Clint wasn't playing around.

Clint took a step closer to him, now only an arm's length apart.

"Sure do," he said, licking his lower lip again.

"He's about 5"9. Black hair. Big doe brown eyes. Great sense of style and humor. Kind of a diva, but irresistibly charming. There's rarely a time when he's not on my mind."

Another wave of heat washed over Tony. Suddenly his tight pants began to feel even tighter. Hearing a description of himself like that through Clint's mouth was...quite frankly very sweet. And hot. If Clint kept this up Tony was sure he was going to cum in his pants from words alone.

"He sounds nice." said Tony, giving his own sexy smirk.

Clint came closer, placing his arms on either side of Tony on the counter behind him. Tony almost laughed hysterically. His first sexual encounter with Clint started off a lot like this, only it was him cornering Clint against the counter that day.

"What about you? You got a boyfriend?" Clint asked.

Tony gently stroked at the knuckles on Clint's right hand, his heart racing wildly. He couldn't believe this was happening.

"Yes, I believe I do." he answered.

A growl sounded in Clint's throat, and it Tony's eyes lolled up. The air between them was so thick with pheromones and sexual tension his vision was going fuzzy. The scent of Clint was a mix of sweet and spicy, and dammit if Tony wasn't reconsidering his stance on no biting.

"Tell me about him." said Clint in a low husk.

Tony cleared his throat. Where could he begin?!

"Well, stranger, if you must know. He's also about 5"9. Dirty blond hair. Killer arms. Loves the color purple."

Tony intertwined their hands, growing aching hard when Clint smiled at him doing so.

"Annoyingly hard-headed at times, but that's a different thing. He is more than worth my time."

Tony reached behind him, grabbing another strawberry and dipping it in the bowl of cream without looking. He brought the sweet fruit to his mouth, slowly pushing it between his lips. He purposefully let a dab of cream sit on the corner of his lips, licking it off with a moan. Clint's pupils dilated and he pressed their waists together. Tony chuckled as he savored the taste of the strawberry, knowing the sounds he was making turned Clint on like nothing else. The boy's arms were shaking.

"That looks good." said Clint, strain in his voice.

His warm breath hitting Tony's face smelled like cinnamon and cranberry.

"Mmmm. It is." said Tony.

Their erections were now more than evident, brushing against each other through the fabric of their conjoined waistlines.

"You want a taste?" Tony asked.

"I really do."

"Then come get one."

The two of them couldn't take it any longer. Tony grabbed Clint's ass and crashed their lips together. It wasn't a kiss. No, not this time. It was a claiming. One that Tony had been waiting to do for weeks. Clint responded immediately, growling into Tony's mouth as they both moaned and kissed each other fiercely. Waves of heat from them both barraged Tony endlessly. The taste of strawberry, cream, cinnamon, and cranberry mingled on their tongues, a mind-blowing combination. Not as good as pineapple, but a very close fucking second. Tony squeezed his eyes closed, holding in a yelp as Clint grabbed him and set him on the counter. Clint began getting aggressive, nipping at Tony's lips and bucking their hips together roughly. Tony hated that he had to do it, but when Clint started shoving his hand down his pants, he broke the kiss with a loud gasp. He whimpered and firmly placed a hand on Clint's hard chest. Clint growled again while he was clawing at Tony's back like some sexed up animal.

"Clint," Tony breathed, struggling to form a sentence with Clint staring at him like he was his next meal.

"I am loving this right now, really I am, but Sam and the others are gonna be here any second."

The animal in Clint seemed to calm down halfway and he nodded slowly while composing himself. Clint hesitantly drew his hand out of Tony's pants, gulping hard and taking slow breaths. His already tempting lips were slightly swollen from their kissing, and Tony fought hard not to attack them again.

"You're uh, you're right. But you realize later on I'm fucking your brains out, right?" he asked.

A shiver ran down Tony's spine as he wrapped his legs around Clint. Boy, he was not helping.

"You know I love the way you say 'fuck', Clyde."

Clint pressed their foreheads together.

"And you know I love it when you call me 'Clyde'. I suggest we both cut it out right now before our friends walk in here and catch us."

Tony's fingers bunched at the denim of Clint's jacket. He let out a growl of his own, not quite ready to let go of his new boyfriend just yet.

"Catch us how?" Tony asked, so aroused it was almost painful.

Clint licked his lower lip again, bringing his mouth down to the side of his head. With his hot breath in Tony's eardrum Clint whispered,

"With your pants around your ankles while my dick is in your ass. Pounding you hard against the counter while I kiss and jerk you relentlessly from behind. Making you cry out my name and scream for more."

"Oh fuck yes! I'm gonna-!"

A shockwave ran through Tony and his legs tightened around Clint, letting out a loud gasp as he came hard in his pants. The friction was almost overwhelming, making him groan loudly. His fingers dug into the back of Clint's jacket as he brought him closer and shoved his tongue in his mouth. Clint chuckled into their kiss, pulling his lips back as Tony convulsed into their embrace.

"Di-did you just cum in your pants, T?" he asked with a short laugh.

Oh my god. I can't believe that just happened! What the hell happened to my control?! Clint fucking Barton! Tony shrugged.

"Yeahhhhh, that's kind of a first for me. I couldn't help it, Clint. I...I don't think I've been that turned on in a long time. If ever." he said while catching his breath.

Clint laughed more as he let go of Tony and backed away from the counter.

"Come on. Let's hurry and get you into another pair of jeans before Nat and B get here."

Tony hopped down from the counter, his thick sticky semen feeling uncomfortable against his skin in his tight briefs. He followed Clint to the elevator then paused when he registered what Clint just said. What his boyfriend just said.

"Wait a minute, did you just say B?" he asked.

Clint nervously scratched behind his head.

"Oh...right...Ummmm, I forgot to mention something kind of important when I walked in. I didn't think he'd say yes when I invited him but uh, Barney's coming, too."

A/N: Yes! Clint DTRd at last. How do you think things will go with Barney there? More on the way!