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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]

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.]

[Complicated memories that evoked so many different emotions inside Clint, was it any wonder he generally tried to shove all those memories down and not stop to examine them? It took some getting used to dancing with Steve. The older man wasn't built with the delightful softness and curves Clint enjoyed in woman. Still, it wasn't bad and he fell into a slow step that matched the soft tempo of the jazz music spilling from the record player.] No, you're the old man after all. I think I'd be more worried about you having the heart attack than I.

[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.

[loveshisbow]

I dunno, you can use it to hit someone upside the head with. Maybe trip some idiots up. C'mon, we can rename you 'Geriatric America' No wait...that sounds kinda like some 60 Minutes special or something.

[As long as Clint was snarking, everything was okay right? It was when the younger man grew serious that you knew something was wrong.] Ugh. Totally did not need that mental image either. God, Steve. [Clint's forehead met the older man's shoulder with a groan.]

[firstavenger]

You don't like 60 Minutes? Why am I not surprised? I like 60 Minutes.

If I have to have the mental images, you have to live with them too. That's only fair. [Steve's hand automatically reached up and rubbed Clint's back in sympathy.]

[loveshisbow]

Of course you do, it is marketed to your demographic after all. [The younger man drawled ironically.]

And no it's not, it's totally unfair considering I really hadn't even been goin' for that particular mental image. [Clint's bitching was somewhat muffled by the fabric of Steve's shirt. Of course, this close, he couldn't help but notice how nice the other ma smelled. Must be his aftershave or cologne or something. And fuck what was he thinking? Clint straightened automatically and tried to ignore the prickling of heat crawling up the back of his neck.]

[firstavenger]

[Steve automatically returned his hand to where it had been, concerned that he had upset Clint with his movement.] Are you alright?

[loveshisbow]

[He couldn't exactly come out and admit he was a little turned on by whatever scent Steve was wearing, now could he?] M'fine. Just trying to remember where I left the brain bleach is all.

[firstavenger]

You sure? You seemed a little ... startled.

But if that's all... [Steve experimentally moved his hand back to where it had been.] I promise not to mention Tony and sex in the same sentence for the rest of the night.

[loveshisbow]

Nope, I'm fine. Just so long as we steer away from the topics of Tony and sex being in the same sentence. [Clint managed a halfhearted smirk. And when Steve shifted his hand back to lay against the small of his back, the archer did the same. Now they were just kind of swaying together, bodies pressed together intimately as they moved slowly to the music.]

[firstavenger]

[It was a pretty pleasant feeling for Steve, but he wanted to be sure it was one that was reciprocated.] Is this okay? Not making you uncomfortable? Perfectly acceptable first date with another man material? [I'm not going to send you running for air is the unasked question, but Steve doesn't want to push Clint quite that much.]