Chapter 12: Words To Me

Clint breathed a sigh of relief the second the rest of their friends left in the elevator. Not that he didn't love having them around, but after what happened during Hood Ornament there was only one thing he wanted to do. He turned around and was immediately kissed deeply by Tony. Okay, make that two things. Clint wrapped his arms around Tony's waist. He angled his head and let Tony's tongue claim his. Normally when they kissed Clint fought for dominance, but at the moment he didn't feel like putting up much resistance. Clint's eyes rolled up. As corny as it sounded, Clint loved to kiss. Whether with Natasha or Tony, he found himself in paradise whenever he locked lips. Clint raised his eyebrows when Tony pressed harder, forming an airtight seal with their mouths. He pushed their lips apart when he started feeling lightheaded. He grinned and chuckled as he sucked in air.

"Jesus, Tony. I need oxygen remember?"

Tony blushed and cleared his throat.

"Sorry. I just needed to finish what we started earlier before Loki interrupted. But that's a different thing."

Tony gently grabbed Clint's hands and stared at his wrists. They still had pink rope marks on them. Clint had blocked it out before but now he could feel how much they stung. Not that he showed any signs of being in pain of course.

"Are you sure you're okay, Clint?" Tony asked softly.

Clint exhaled heavily. He had sweat stains on his collar and pits and a light layer of dirt clung to his clothes.

"Truth is my mind is still reeling from all this. Right now all I really wanna do is take a shower if you don't mind."

Tony nodded and reluctantly let go of his hands. Clint smiled and tugged on Tony's back pocket as he walked past him.

"You're joining me, T."

Tony's eyes lit up as he threw off his jacket.

"You bet your ass I am."

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Clint thought he was going to fall asleep standing up. When he and Tony stripped and got in the shower, Clint had to fight off a very handsy boyfriend. Clint loved being naked with Tony, but he wasn't feeling very sexy at the moment. He genuinely just wanted to take a shower with Tony, but of course the millionaire kept getting frisky. When Tony caught on that Clint wasn't in the mood, he thankfully backed off trying to fuck him. That didn't stop him however from washing Clint's back and sensually rubbing his shoulders from behind. Not that Clint had a problem with that. He closed his eyes and moaned quietly. The stress was oozing out of him with every tug and pull of Tony's very talented fingers.

"Mmmm. Tony Tony Tony. What you do to me." he whispered.

"Just relax, Clint. Let me work my magic, okay, baby? I'm a tinkerer which means I'm very good with my hands." Tony cooed in his ear.

"Yes. Yes you are."

Clint felt the absence of Tony's hands for just a second as he stopped rubbing his shoulders and reached off to the side for something. He was about to ask why he stopped until he heard a bottle cap snap open.

"Tony, what are you doing?" he asked opening one eye.

"Didn't I say relax, Clint? I got you."

Tony then dug his hands into the back of Clint's hair, lathering it with shampoo.

Oohhhhh, that's what he was getting.

Tony's fingers slipped and snaked their way through his blond hair, massaging his scalp and smoothing out the clumps his sweat made in his spikes. Clint closed his eyes again and leaned back further into Tony with a heavy sigh.

"Tony,..." he moaned out, but he couldn't find any other words to say.

He felt Tony's chest vibrate against his back as he chuckled and kept scrubbing his hair.

Jesus Christ. When did hairwashing become so euphoric? Tony fucking Stark, you talented, sexy, charismatic, sweet, smart, loveable, dynamite-

"Wow, Clint. You think I'm dynamite?" Tony asked all of a sudden.

"Hmmm?" Clint asked as Tony continued bunching his fingers through his hair.

"You thinking out loud?"

Clint shrugged.

"I guess I am. Sorry."

"The fuck are you apologizing for? Honestly Clint, I'm touched that you think that highly of me."

Clint chuckled and reached behind him, feeling the back of Tony's head.

"Oh please, Tony. You ain't shit." he said playfully.

Clint moaned again when Tony leaned forward and gave his earlobe a lick. The hot water wasn't the only thing making the shower steamy now.

"Oh really, Clyde? Then why are you here with me?"

Clint felt the inevitable hardness of Tony's erection pushing itself against his lower back. It was okay though. Clint was getting half hard himself.

"Cuz I ain't shit either." he replied with another chuckle.

Tony led them backwards a few steps into the range of the spraying water. When Tony finished lathering his hair, Clint let his head fall back so the water could rinse out the shampoo.

"That's not true," said Tony who was now rubbing Clint's chest.

"There's a reason I've wanted you even months before the night of my birthday party."

When all of the shampoo was out of his hair, Clint turned around and faced Tony. Clint couldn't help but smile at how serious Tony looked. It was weird but in a good way.

"You realize I was joking, right?" he asked, sliding his hands along Tony's ribs.

"I wasn't." Tony replied quietly.

Clint frowned. There was something a little different about Tony right then.

"What's going on, Tony? Why the seriousness? After that amazing scalp massage I figured we'd be jerking each other off by now."

"That was scary, Clint." was all Tony said.

Clint closed his eyes and brought their foreheads together.

"Right. The whole 'Hood Ornament' thing. Tony I told you already, I'm okay."

Tony gulped and shook his head.

"You don't understand, Clint. Seeing you in trouble like that,...I almost froze from fear. One wrong move and you wouldn't be standing here saying you're okay."

When he heard Tony's voice crack during that last sentence, Clint had had enough.

"But I am here!" he exclaimed, and Tony quieted.

"Tony, please. You agreed it's not my fault things went wrong, right? So relax. I'm here, okay? I'm here."

Clint looked directly into Tony's brown eyes and stared. Tony stared right back, not saying anything for a minute as they both just stood there under the hot water.

"I'm here." Clint repeated eventually.

His heart fluttered when Tony's award winning smile returned.

"Yeah you are. And I'm really happy about that. Clint I,..."

Clint's eyes widened and his breathing stopped momentarily.

Oh shit.

"Clint, I've been bitten. I...I think I,... Oh God, Clint."
Clint wound his arms around Tony's neck and pressed their bodies even closer together.

"Tony, it's okay. No rush. Please."

Tony gulped and nodded. Clint knew exactly what Tony was trying to say, but he wasn't ready to hear it. At least not at that moment. He was ready for something else though. His pupils dilated and blackened with lust. The massage combined with their naked bodies surrounded by steamy water had gotten him good and riled up. Clint ground their boners together and growled, eliciting a surprise gasp from his boyfriend.

"Tony, time to make good on my earlier statement. I need you. Right here. Right now."

Without waiting for a response, Clint grabbed Tony by his ass and hoisted him up, wrapping his legs around him and bringing them to the closest wall.

"Oh shit. Yes, please. Have me. Take me. Fuck me." Tony replied breathily.

Lust flooded through Clint's veins. If he was being honest with himself, that little stunt on the road had secretly made him more than a little horny. If Steve and the others weren't there, he likely would've fucked Tony on the hood of the car like a rabbit in heat.

Clint hungrily claimed Tony's mouth with his own as Tony began lowering himself on Clint's throbbing cock. The shower water had slicked Tony's hole nice and wet, allowing Clint to easily slide into him. Both of them gasped when Clint was fully seated, splitting Tony apart from the inside. Tony tightened his arms and legs around Clint, taking in deep breaths as he thrusted upwards.

"Oh fuck! Clint!" Tony yelled.

Having Tony against the wall drove Clint wild. They'd had plenty of crazy sex before, but tonight felt amplified for reasons unknown. More intimate.

"Clint, please! Please!"

Clint grunted as he thrusted again and again and again. His cock striking Tony's prostate with each stroke.

Clint used to have steamy semi regular sex with Natasha. He'd had multiple super hot encounters with a couple of guys and a girl named Bobbi who actually almost became his girlfriend. But nothing could compare to Tony. Clint lost himself as he pounded Tony hard against the tile wall, making him cry out his name and beg for more. Just like he promised.

"Fuck me, Clint! Fuck me!"

"Oh I'm fucking, T. I'm fucking."

The pressure and heat from Tony's tight ass plus the way he begged was bringing Clint closer and closer to the edge as his thrusting picked up speed.

"Clint?" Tony whined.

Clint almost wanted to laugh at how high Tony's voice raised.

"Yeah, baby?"

"No more Hood Ornament."

"No more Hood Ornament." Clint repeated.

Whatever you want Tony! Whatever you want!

"No more Hood Ornament." Tony said again, this time clenching his thigh and ass muscles around Clint's meat.

His actions made Clint wince from the extra tightness but his fucking sped up regardless. He smacked Tony's ass, borderline bruising his prostate as he pushed harder into him.

"No. More. Hood. Ornament. Holy fuck, what are you doing to me?"

"Yes! Ayagh! Screw Loki."

"Screw Loki."

Clint grit his teeth together and gave Tony's cheeks a relentless squeeze. He was right there at the edge, and seeing the looks on Tony's face as he fucked him as well as their sexy talk was about to drive him over.

"You're my boyfriend!"

Clint's balls and stomach tightened. There it was!

"I'm your boyfriend! I'm your goddamn boyfriend! I'm your lover! Your hawk! Your Clyde! Oh Christ, Tony, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"

"Me, too!"

Tony tightened on Clint one last time as he dove into him. With a whine and a strange gurgling noise, Clint erupted inside of Tony who at the same time shot stringy ribbons of semen all over Clint's chest and collarbone. With shaky legs, Clint slowly took a few steps backwards. Tony loosened the vice like grip of his arms and legs from around Clint and carefully withdrew himself off of Clint's cock. The second Tony's feet touched the ground, he grabbed Clint's arm for balance.

"I told you I'd make you beg." said Clint who was trying to catch his breath.

His throat felt scratchy from all of their yelling. Plus, including their game of Hood Ornament, all of the physical activity and voice raising had him parched and spent.

"That you did, Clyde. That you did. Dayum."

Clint laughed and gave him a kiss and a smack on the butt. He was the one screaming and begging the first time they fucked. Most days they were versatile with who topped, but after today's events it was nice to be on the giving end.

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After cleaning themselves up, Clint and Tony stepped out of the shower and got dressed. Because the clothes he came in here still dirty, Tony lent him a purple T-shirt and faded blue skinny jeans to wear until tomorrow. Clint really didn't like skinny jeans, but he'd made due with much worse during his childhood. Tony of course wanted Clint to stay the night, but Clint insisted on going home and finishing his late work for school. He was tempted to blow it off, but he was very behind. Tony called Happy and let him know to get ready and drop Clint off. Clint drank three tall glasses of ice water before making his way to the elevator with Tony.

"That uh, that was some declaration you made there at the end of our what-what hey-hey session." said Tony.

Clint shrugged, but he was surprised himself. Both he and Tony were usually very vocal during sex, but Clint didn't expect for him to say what he said.

"Heat of the moment I guess." he replied with a smirk.

Then Tony got that determined look in his eyes and wrapped his arms around Clint's waist.

"How's this for heat of the moment; you know what I wanted to say just before we started with the what-what hey-hey. You also know my self-control with my mouth is lacking, but for you I'll hold off for now because I know how you are. But mark my words Clint Barton, one of the days I am gonna say it. Whether or not you'll say it back is all up to you."

Clint smiled gratefully at Tony and kissed him softly. He didn't want to leave Tony with nothing at all. So with a deep breath, he let himself open up again.

Alright. Time to swallow the sword.

"Tony, I may not be ready to say that right now, but I will tell you this; you've changed my life. Yes, Steve was the one who convinced me to go to your birthday party, but your bold move during Truth or Dare that night was a game changer. You...you've become a part of my life that I don't wanna fuck up like I have with some others. Please don't think I don't feel anything for you because I do. I really really do. And hopefully, when the time comes and you say that to me, I will say it back."

Tony brought Clint closer, leaned in and chuckled against his lips.

"Keep sweet talking me like that and I'll end up saying it sooner than intended."

Clint leaned in the rest of the way and kissed him gently.

"Goodnight, Tony." Clint whispered when they parted.

Tony cleared his throat and ran his hand through the back of Clint's hair.

"Goodnight, Clint."

Clint smiled as he slowly let Tony go and stepped inside the elevator. Tony flashed a goofy smile at him and slumped his shoulders. With a sigh he asked,

"Jeez, what are you doing to me?"

Clint licked his lips and giggled. He had asked that same question while doing Tony against the wall.

"Hell if I know. You're the smart one."

With that the elevator doors slid shut, and Clint smiled all the way home.

A/N: Gee, I wonder what Tony was trying to say. ;)