Chapter 17: My Eyes Are Green pt2

Thor was kept well occupied for the majority of the late afternoon. After school he had a short meeting with Coach Cage and rest of the team about a very big game coming up. When the meeting was over, Thor walked to the gym to try and work out some tension. After going a few rounds in the boxing ring with one of his teammates named Trip, Thor grabbed a quick bite to eat at a nearby Burger King. He planned on satisfying his munchies before freshening up at home then going to see his lady Jane. While finishing off his fourth double cheeseburger, Thor's phone began to ring. He smiled at the name on screen. Steve was calling. He put down his burger and quickly answered.

"Friend Steven. Hello."

"Hi, Thor. Uuuuum, slight problem."

"What would that be, dear friend? Would I be able to assist?"

Steve blew a long sigh, and Thor prepared himself for the potentially bad news.

"I hope you can. I'm here at Clint's house."

"Is he well?"

Steve sighed again.

"Relatively speaking. I came by about an hour or so ago. You know, just to check on him like we talked about. Clint's okay but uh, Loki came by a few minutes ago. He claimed he just wanted to apologize, but all he really did was get Clint peeved."

Thor pinched his nose and suppressed a groan.

This cannot be happening already.

"Damn. Well, what exactly did my brother say?"

"In a nutshell, he doesn't feel remorseful about everything else but he was sorry Clint almost got seriously hurt."

Thor swallowed. He knew it was a long shot Loki would feel anything for him. Thor was there, too. They ALL could've been hospitalized!

"Right. And I am predicting Clint did not take too kindly to that?"

"He didn't. Ohhhhh he really didn't. You should know Thor, Clint threatened to beat him up in front of you and your family if he pulled another stunt like yesterday again."

Thor curled his fingers into a hard fist. Loki was really doing this. Literally the day after his arrival he has people gunning to hurt him. Thor felt guilty that his first thought wasn't to be mad at Clint for threatening his brother.

"Thank you for informing me, Steve. I shall see what I can do."

"Thanks, Thor. I haven't seen Clint mad before but I imagine it's kind of...you know, like that day in the kitchen."

Thor nodded in comprehension. They didn't see what happened that morning but Clint snapped and struck Tony when he apparently chose the wrong words to say. Sure they were good friends now, but admittedly part of Thor feared Clint and what he was capable of. Another disturbing thought came to mind all of a sudden and he knew he had to go see Loki as soon as possible.

"I must depart. I will talk to you later, Steve."

"Okay. See you later."

"Aye."

Thor hung up, wolfed down a few more fries and quickly walked home.

Thor arrived at the house about twenty-five minutes later. He saw his car was in the driveway which meant Loki was home. Thor cursed himself for allowing Loki to use it while he was busy. He should have known Loki wouldn't have gone straight home. Next time he would have him wait. Thor walked into the house, threw his bookbag in the corner and marched straight to Loki's room. In such a short amount of time the younger Odinson had already gotten his room to smell heavily like peppermint and hair gel. Loki was on the bed, lying on his back and listening to something on his headphones with his eyes closed. Thor knocked on the wall, gaining his attention. Loki opened his eyes and rolled them at the sight of Thor. He slid off his headphones then slapped his hands on the mattress.

"What?" he asked rudely.

"Loki, I am not in an arguing mood. Just answer me this one question and I shall be on my way."

Loki arched his brows and sat up in the bed.

"Alright. What is it?" he asked with less attitude.

"I was told of what you did today at friend Clint's residence. And yesterday you were staring at him strangely. Tell me brother, what is it you feel towards Clint?"

Thor thought he may as well lay his suspicions out on the table. If Loki was crushing as they say on Clint, then maybe there was something Thor could do about it before Clint lost his temper. Loki chuckled and placed his hands behind his head.

"He has heart. I like his presence. He seems like fun."

Thor frowned hard. Cryptic. Why did Loki have to be so damn cryptic?

"Loki, whatever you are thinking of doing in the future with Clint, I suggest you put an end to those thoughts."

Loki chewed on his lower lip and shook his head, making Thor's eye twitch.

Why won't Loki just LISTEN?!

"I do not think so, Thor. After all, why should that bastard of a Stark get to have all the good stuff?"

Thor balled up his fist and stepped forward threateningly.

"Excuse me? Would you care to repeat those words?"

Loki chuckled again, unphased by the much larger Odinson.

"Oh come on, Thor. Do you actually expect me to believe that you would hurt me? Your dear sweet little brother?"

Thor grabbed the bedrest and leaned forward, his face merely a few feet from Loki's.

"Have you forgotten my old ways in my absence, Loki? You know very well I could cause you much harm." he growled.

Thor's mind was in a dark place he hadn't been in years. A place unfortunately being brought out by a scrawny black haired Asgardian who was really asking for it. Loki held up a finger, his own features hardening in a way that made Thor nervous on the inside.

"Key word there being 'could', Thor. You could hurt me. But you won't. At least, not right away. You have grown soft during your time in America. Besides, I have learned from the past. You hurt me,..."

Then Loki smiled sinisterly, his piercing frosty eyes making Thor back up a step.

"I shall hurt you back."

Thor gulped nervously, hating himself for it because he knew Loki loved that sight. He then shook his head, remembering what he was going to say when Loki mentioned Tony. Loki never was a fan of the Stark name.

"Like it or not, Loki, Clint is Tony Stark's lover. You may still harbor sour feelings towards me, but do not think I cannot see through your plans of 'fun' with my friend. Jealousy clouds your judgment, brother."

Loki's face goes blank for a fraction of a second before his lips curve into a shit eating grin.

"Jealousy? Why, you lummox. My eyes are green because I eat a lot of vegetables."

Thor couldn't help but twist his face in confusion.

"I do not understand. Your eyes are blue, Loki."

Loki sighed in irritation.

"Of course you do not understand that. What was I thinking, saying something so clever to a giant oaf?"

Thor stomped his foot on the carpet. He hated it when people (especially Loki) thought he was dumb.

"I am not an oaf, brother!"

Loki merely waved his hand dismissively at Thor.

"And I am no longer interested in furthering this conversation, Thor. I answered your damn question now be on your way."

Thor clamped his mouth shut. Loki put his headphones back on and closed his eyes. Thor spun around and went to his bathroom upstairs. He wanted, no, needed to take a quick shower so he could hurry and go meet his lady Jane. She would surely ease his urge to bury his fist inside a wall right now.

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Tony had a headache. The business meeting with his father and Uncle Obadiah was long and boring as usual which was bad enough. On his way back home, he'd gotten a text from Steve telling him about Loki paying Clint a visit. That got Tony pissed. How dare that pasty prick show up at his boyfriend's house unannounced? He was happy to hear from Steve that Clint was fine but still, it gave Tony a headache.

Boy. Mondays are soooo wonderful.

On his floor back at the mansion, Tony grabbed a bottle of cranberry juice from his fridge. He was tempted to drink it with a nice bottle of vodka, but he made a deal with Clint. He wanted to get loosey goosey, but he thought it best he saved that for later. Going to his living room, Tony plopped down on one of his many couches, kicking off his shoes and closing his eyes.

"Fucking Mondays." he grumbled.

He took a swig from the bottle, sighing at the taste. Clint tended to smell like cranberry and cinnamon a lot lately, which gave him that sexy sweet/spicy scent Tony liked. He wished he could smell it right now. It was crazy how much Tony missed Clint when he'd just seen him the night before. Tony chuckled & put down the bottle.

"Boy I've got it bad, don't I?" he said to no one.

Before Tony could take another sip, his Starkphone started ringing. Tony's heart skipped a beat at the familiar ringtone. The song "Send The Pain Below." Chevelle was Clint's favorite band. He answered it in a heartbeat.

"Hi, baby. So glad to know your phone does work after all."

Clint chuckled on the other end. It was good to hear his voice.

"Hey, Tony. So sorry about that but thanks for sending Steve over. I assume he told you about what happened already?"

"He sure did. I wanna be pissed off right now but honestly I'm tired."

"Well uh, lemme see what I can do about that. Steve's getting ready to come drop me off. You home?"

Tony exhaled loudly but smiled.

"Yeah just got in a second ago. Come on by. I...I need to see you."

"You got it, T. I'll be there soon."

"Okay, Clyde."

Tony hung up, still feeling tired but undeniably giddy. Clint could have popped up in front of him right now and it still wouldn't have been fast enough. Quickly he put his cranberry juice away and began chewing on a piece of juicy pineapple flavored gum. He knew what his boyfriend liked.

Tony chewed his gum and waited patiently on the couch, waiting patiently until the elevator doors dinged open about eighteen minutes later. Clint stepped out, and even in an oversized t-shirt with pajama bottoms and a purple bandana he was still just so fucking sexy. Tony jumped up from the couch, half running towards Clint who welcomed him with open arms. Tony hugged him tightly, pressing his nose against Clint's shoulder to get the sweet and spicy smell into his nostrils. Clint hugged him back, not saying anything but making happy sounds. Tony gently broke their embrace, looking into Clint's storm colored eyes and grinned.

"I like the bandana, Clyde. Looks sexy on you."

Clint grinned back at him.

"Thanks. It's new. I uh, take it you're not mad at me?"

Tony shook his head.

"Of course not, Clint. Well maybe a little, but I was mostly just worried about you."

Clint wrapped his arms around Tony's waist and licked his lower lip. Tony couldn't stop the low moan that came out of his throat. Clint always broke through Tony's swagger whether he liked it or not.

"I know. It's just, yesterday caught up with me more than I thought. I woke up this morning and I just...I needed a day."

Tony looked away from Clint and pouted childishly.

"Well you could've at least kept your phone on. I thought you were ignoring me."

A pair of soft buttery lips attached themselves to Tony's neck, and right away he melted. Clint began kissing and licking his jugular, making him moan again. His heart raced and his veins lit up with warmth and pleasure.

"Holllllly crap. Okay Clint, all is forgiven."

"No," Clint mumbled against his skin,

"Not yet. I was a bad boyfriend today. I broke one of our ground rules. Let me make it up to you."

"Clint," Tony breathed out, but he was butter in his lover's hands.

Clint brought them down to their knees, claiming Tony's mouth with his. Tony's hands roamed all over Clint, grabbing whatever he could as they continued to intertwine their tongues. At one point he grabbed Clint's bandana and tore it off his head. He looked sexy with it on but Tony wanted to get his fingers in those spiky blond locks. Tony gasped in surprise as Clint's strong arms began pushing him flat in his back against the plush carpet. He broke their kiss, chewing on his kiss swollen lip and unbuttoning Tony's pants.

"I wanna work you, Tony. You deserve it, baby." Clint cooed.

Tony was so horny and breathy he couldn't do anything but nod. He raised his hips, allowing Clint to easily slide his slacks down to his ankles. Clint laughed at the massive boner protruding in Tony's tight briefs.

"You see what you do to me, Clint? Christ! Do you have any idea how hard it is hiding this while we're in English class together?"

Clint licked his lips, making Tony whine. He wanted, no, needed to feel those lips again.

"I do, Tony. You think I don't have the same problem? Whollle lot of dirty thoughts, T."

Clint yanked off Tony's briefs, tightly grabbing his engorged flesh rocket with both hands making him whine again. He brought down his head, flicking his tongue at the tip of Tony's leaky cock.

"I missed you so much today, Clint." Tony suddenly uttered without thinking.

Fortunately Clint only chuckled.

"Show me how much you missed me, Tony."

Then Tony's cock was enveloping Clint's hot wet mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut and arched his back, letting out shaky breaths. Clint told him in the past he didn't like sucking dick that much, but that Tony was a special case. Clint swallowed him down to the hilt, making Tony bunch the carpet under his fingers. Clint's impossibly soft lips suctioned hard on Tony's cock, sucking more and more of him down his throat.

"Fuck! Keep doing that, baby!"

Clint then slowly took Tony's cock out of his mouth with a pop of his lips. Tony popped his eyes open and looked down at Clint. He opened his mouth to start swearing at Clint for stopping when he was cut off. His lover began stroking his moistened length with a rotating hand and a very lustful stare.

"Oh no no no. I don't want you to cum that way. I was just lubing you up, T."

Tony smiled and started breathing heavy. He'd failed to notice that Clint had slipped off his own pants and briefs while he was getting his dick sucked.

"Ohhhhh. Okay. Do your thing, my hawk."

Clint slowly peeled off his shirt, making Tony's mouth water at the sight of his tanned six pack and toned archer arms. Clint crawled forward like a panther, straddling Tony like a cowboy and sliding himself down on Tony's wood. They gasped at the same time as Tony's cock pushed past the ring of muscles inside of Clint's plump round ass.

"Holy shit! Nygh. Have I ever mentioned how much I love having sex with you?" Tony asked as he ran his hands up Clint's rigid stomach.

Clint grunted as he adjusted himself on top of Tony.

"Ugh! Oh god. Yes you have. But you can tell me again if you like."

Tony struck his lover's prostate, making both of them stop breathing for a second. Fuck Tony loved being intimate with him! Clint held Tony's hands as he began bucking forward, grinding him self back on forth on Tony's cock and moaning loudly.

Tony was inside of Clint after missing him badly all day long. Clint had defended his honor and told Loki off, which in itself already made Tony forgive him. Now he was there, wearing that cool new bandana and initiating hot coitus that Tony hadn't even planned. It was too much. It was all too much. The head of Tony's cock began to pop, and he winced as Clint rode him harder and harder. Tony shook his head and gripped Clint's hands tighter.

"Oh god! You're driving me crazy! Clint, I can't! I can't last!"

"That's-that's okay, Tony. I can feel how close you are. Cum inside me you pineapple loving bastard!"

Clint's hips did a figure eight motion, and Tony couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Clint by the waist and took control, turning them over and placing Clint on his back. Tony began barreling into him at full speed. He was smiling at the absolutely gorgeous o-face Clint was making, who was jerking off while Tony fucked him hard. Looking into Clint's eyes as he continued to thrust, Tony lost himself.

"Oh, Clint! Baby! I lo-I lo-I lo-!"

Tony stopped himself at the last minute just before he gave three final thrusts and bam! Stars and fuzzies filled his vision as he climaxed hard inside of Clint, who came himself just four seconds later.

"What?" Clint asked breathlessly.

Tony shook his head and collapsed his sweat slicked body on top of his boyfriend's.

"I love-" Tony started, but he cut himself off.

He swore under his breath, angry at himself for nearly slipping up again.

"I love...I love having sex with you." he finished halfheartedly.

He then slowly withdrew from Clint, who was staring at him questioningly.

"You alright, Tony? That was...I mean that was awesome."

Taking a lesson from Natasha, Tony slipped on a mask. A happy one. He smiled at Clint and slowly stood up from the floor.

"Yeah, Clyde. Like I said, all is forgiven. Let's clean up ourselves, though. I'm in the mood for a movie."

Clint just shrugged and got up as well.

"Sounds nice. I'd like that."

Clint smiled as he walked ahead of him to the bathroom. Tony frowned when Clint couldn't see his face.

And I'd like to tell you how I really feel. But you're still not ready yet, you dummy.

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The two of them wiped themselves off with wash rags, got redressed and hung out at the foot of the couch watching Three Kicks To The Head Part Two. Tony was still tired but his headache went away and he was fully content with Clint's warm body against him. Clint sat in between his legs, letting Tony play with the spikes in his hair. Tony chuckled. Clint was halfway out of it as he massaged his scalp.

"Is this all I need to do to have you melt, you purple loving bastard?" asked Tony.

Clint nodded.

"Mmmhmm. That and other things."

"Oh really? What kinds of other things?"

Clint shrugged.

"The way you always smell like pineapple. The way we share the same type of humor. They way you fail at hiding your generosity. And…and the way you look at me."

Tony's heart sped up. What did that mean? He brought down his head and rested it on Clint's shoulder.

"How do I look at you?"

Clint closed his eyes and leaned closer against Tony.

"You talk too much sometimes. You're a real chatty Kathy and that's fine and all, but sometimes you look at me and your eyes tell me exactly how you feel about me."

Tony snaked his arms around Clint's chest and kissed the side of his neck.

"I'm so happy I'm your man. I know it wasn't something you were planning but I've wanted this for a long time now."

Clint chuckled.

"Some of the best things in life come unplanned," he said, giving Tony a chaste kiss.

"Just take your time, Tony. I'm not going anywhere. I know what you're thinking, but I am on the fast track to saying the three magic words with you."

Tony's face broke into a full ear to ear smile. His chocolate browns nearly coming to tears of joy.

"Really? You don't...you don't believe that love is for children?"

Clint shook his head and put his hand in Tony's, intertwining their fingers.

"Lemme put it to you like this; she may be my partner and my best friend, but Natasha and I don't think the same on every level."