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[loveshisbow]

[Clint had convinced himself that it wasn’t like this was a date date. It was just hanging out at Steve’s apartment with a pizza, some beer and a game on the tv. He showed up on Steve’s doorway with a super supreme pizza in one hand and a six pack since neither man were big drinkers for the most part. Clint’s recent foray into drunken depression

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[loveshisbow]

[Clint didn't tense up when the other man squeezed his knee which was surely a good sign, yes?]

Wait. Showtunes? We're gonna dance to showtunes? Because you can bet your ass I'm going to come up with all kinds of cracks Stark never even thought of if that's the case. [Amused, he raked a glance over Steve.] Didn't take you for the musical type, Cap. Let me guess, Cats is your favorite, right?

[firstavenger]

[Steve was rather pleased by the lack of tension. He'd actually expected some.]

Well, we don't have to dance to showtunes, but those and "old people music" make up the bulk of my music collection. There's some of Sam and Sharon's desperate attempts to get me to listen to more current stuff, and the Young Avengers gave me a "welcome back" selection of music that I think had the same purpose. I really hope you don't want to dance to that Lady Gaga woman, though.

[loveshisbow]

[Clint was trying here, got to give him credit for that.]

Old people music, huh? Well, I'm sure we can come to a compromise over something. [The blond archer bust out laughing at the mental image of Steve trying to dance to Lady Gaga. He probably shouldn't have but it was just too hilarious.] Oh, God....no. No Gaga for you, Cap. [Snickers.]

[firstavenger]

[Steve was actually very surprised at how well the date was going so far. Near choking incidents aside, he hadn't sent Clint running for the hills yet.]

Thank god for small favors. [Steve gestered to the corner of the room, where the music collection sat. The record player and records were still there, but he'd reluctantly added a CD player and a few CDs to the collection. There's also an iPod, which Steve will admit is good for the morning jog, but not for much else, in his opinion.]

Do you want to pick something out while I clear us some room?

[loveshisbow]

[Though thus far their activities hadn't been too far out of their normal friendly comfort zones. Eating pizza, watching a game, they'd done that hundreds of times. The test would come when they stepped out of said comfort zone though.]

It would be hilarious to watch but I don't think you're quite up for the bump and grind style of dancing. [The younger man pointed out with a smirk and wandered over to where Steve had indicated his collection of music was. Considering Steve's collection of CD's was woefully pathetic, Clint started thumbing through the records until he found an a promising looking jazz album and put it on.] How's this?

[firstavenger]

I don't really see the point of bumping and grinding for dancing, no.

[Steve scooted the couch out of the way, and pushed the coffee tables to the corner of the room while Clint thumbed through the music selection.]

[When Clint finally made a selection, Steve nodded his approval.] Sounds good.

I believe this is the part where you are supposed to take the lead?

[loveshisbow]

[Amused, Clint cocked an eyebrow at the double entendre in Steve's words.] I see, so other applications of sad bump and grinding techniques are acceptable then?

[Dear God. Was that flirting? Was he really fucking flirting with Steve? Surprised at himself and feeling a little disquieted, Clint turned his attention back to the record player and turned the volume up a little bit.]

Right you are, [Bemused as the reality that he'd actually asked Steve to dance started to sink in, the archer crossed the room and studied the super soldier with an inscrutable look in his eyes. For a moment it looked like he might lose his nerve but Clint had never been one for chickening out and stepped in close enough to slip an arm around Steve, his free hand coming to tangle with the older man's carefully.]

[firstavenger]

It's a little crude definition, but yes. Bumping and grinding in other capacities makes sense. Most dancing styles, I think people should just head home and do what they obviously want to and quit inviting the public to view it.

[Steve stood his ground and waited for Clint to make his own movements. This wasn't something he would rush, but he wasn't going to give Clint an easy out, either.]

[When Clint made his move, Steve waited for a moment, to give Clint what Steve hoped was time enough to get comfortable, before slipping his arm around Clint's waist.]

Well, no heart attack yet. That's a good sign. [He kept his voice light and teasing, but he also knew it was enough of a challenge that Clint would likely pick up on it.]

[loveshisbow]

Pretty sure it's supposed to entice people into doing just that. [Despite teasing Steve, Clint had never been a big fan of that style of dancing actually. He much preferred slow dancing. One of his few truly happy childhood memories from before his father had wrapped the family car around a tree had been their mother teaching both of her sons how to dance around the old family radio on Saturday nights . By then their father had generally drank himself into a stupor or maybe he'd be in one of his rare happy moods and he'd laughing cut in an take a turn around the family living room dancing with their mother instead

[firstavenger]

Then I wonder about the business model of the people who own those clubs. "Go home and stop spending money here." Seems strange. [True to his word, Steve let Clint do the leading. While actual relationships with men weren't something Steve was unfamiliar with, dancing was something he'd only done with two others. Mostly, he was used to dancing with women. But he wasn't complaining about this. Clint seemed relaxed enough and was close enough to touch. Those were definite pros to the dancing.]

That would be a rude and unfortunate way to end a date, wouldn't it? Though, I'd like to see you explain that to the other Avengers. "You see, he just keeled over in the middle of dancing. The jazz was just too much for his old heart to handle."

[loveshisbow]

Because a lot of them don't even make it out of the club before they start screwing? There's a reason no one uses the bathrooms in clubs. Besides, I'm pretty sure their money comes from the drinks they sell to people who need to get into the 'mood' to dance.

[Quipping with Steve was helping with the left over sense of hesitance and uneasiness still fluttering through Clint. This wasn't so bad now that they were getting into the grove of things. The distance between their bodies slowly evaporated as Clint relaxed into the dancing.] Unless you're so desperate for me to kiss you again that you fake a heart attack just so I'll give you CPR? In which case, I definitely think that would be a sour note to end our date on. Almost as much as you keeling over and me having to explain to the others how you died.

[firstavenger]

I'd like to establish that, regardless of how things turn out between us, that is something we are never going to be doing.

[Steve noticed the distance closing what what appeared to be a general lessening of tension in Clint's body, but he didn't mention it. He figured that would be a sure way to get that tension to return, and really, he was enjoying the closeness. He had no reason to want it to end.]

That's what I have to do to get you to kiss me again, Hawkeye? Fake imminent death?

[loveshisbow]

What? Screwing in some nasty club bathroom? [Clint asked a little ironically.] Somehow, I think I can live with that disappointment.

[If Clint notice the slackening of tension between them, he didn't let it on until Steve started to tease him about kissing him once more. Thankfully, it was more amusement than indignation that shown in the younger man's eyes as they rose to meet Steve's.] It's definitely one way. Though I'm pretty sure those would be some lousy kisses anyway.

[firstavenger]

Well, you can never tell what you younger generation are into these days. I'm perfectly willing to admit that there are things I need to be flexible on, but that's really not going to be one of them.

[Steve laughed softly at the imagined scenario.] True. I would hope you wouldn't be worried about kissing techniques while you were trying to revive me. That sounds like a good way to miss birthday 100 and the stripper cake entirely.

[loveshisbow]

Jesus, Grandpa. Want me to break out your walker now or are you worried you're gonna break a hip? [Clint snorted, shaking his head in exasperation at Steve's rather old-timer attitude.]

[Clint' smirked ever so faintly when the older man laughed.] Nah, that would be kinda counterproductive. Who to you take me for? A vain peacock like Stark? I'm just saying CPR ain't exactly the most sexy of kisses is all.

[firstavenger]

I don't think a walker would be very productive to battle, Clint. [Steve very neatly sidestepped the question about Tony, because all things related to Tony seemed to be a sore spot these days. Which was something Steve understood, even if he didn't return that feeling.] This conversation now has me picturing Tony doing terrible things in a club bathroom. I'm not sure I can forgive you for that mental image.