Fic: After Effects (Supervillainess Inc. Clint/Johnny NC-17)
Title: After Effects
Universe: Earth-6941 (villianesshq)
Characters: Clint Barton/Johnny Storm (allusions to Clint/Kiera/Johnny)
Warnings: M/M sex, anal, mentions of withdrawal (nothing too graphic though)
Disclaimer: Marvel owns anyone else pops up from the regular Marvel U. I do not make any claim on any of them. I make no money from this little endeavor.
Author's Note: So, ladydeathfaerie made reference to the threeway relationship dynamic between Clint, Kiera and Johnny after leaving the supervillainess hq island and how the boys figured all that out. Did it happen when they both got back together with Kiera? Or was it before that? Well... my mind (in a hunt for smut, no doubt) decided they worked some of it out before Kiera showed up again. This is that story. :) (In other words, this is set before Say Your Good-byes.)
Johnny brought it up first, the moment they were alone together after getting home. They’d just barely gotten off the jet when he grabbed Clint’s arm. “We need to figure this out.”
There was no denying that, of course. Things had happened on that island that neither of them had expected. But before they got a chance to examine any of it, the need to simply stay alive and conscious took over. Withdrawal wasn’t conducive to figuring out if you were really attracted to your buddy or not.
Once the tremors, nausea and pain faded, they both spent a good deal of time with their fellow captives. Neither of them had had a particularly difficult time recovering from the drugs they’d been exposed to, and as a karmic thank you to the universe, they both did what they could for those who hadn’t been as lucky. It had been that stretch of time that had started Clint’s mind turning over everything that had happened. Actually, Matt was the one that started it.
At first, he hadn’t thought anything of Matt spending as much time as he did with Tony. They’d both been close to the Emerald Rose and he suspected they’d had a similar arrangement to the one that he and Johnny had with… Chill. That’s what cued the thought up. Matt was there because he cared about Tony. Maybe he wasn’t the only one questioning how much the drugs had changed things.
He still could think of her as ‘Kiera’. If he did, he wasn’t sure what would happen. He was sure he had to be absolutely sure everything was out of his system before he thought about her again. But even when she crossed his mind in passing he felt… something. Something that he wasn’t about to share with anyone who would likely write it off as Stockholm Syndrome or that he wasn’t as over the drugs as he should have been. There was one person who might get it… if anyone would.
That’s how he found himself at the Baxter Building waiting for Johnny so they could go get a drink and talk all this shit out. Ben came out first though. “Hey,” He smiled. “How ya doin’?”
“I’m good.” Clint shrugged. It was his standard answer nowadays. He knew Ben had been in on everything that had happened during everyone’s recovery. “Still not sleeping really, but that’ll pass.”
Ben nodded a little. “Matchstick’s havin’ the same problem, I think. He ain’t sayin’ anything but…”
“Yeah.” That didn’t really surprise him. As far as he knew, everyone was having that problem. If the 3am meetings in the kitchen at the Avengers mansion said anything about it, no one who had spent time on the island was sleeping at all. It made him wonder for a moment though if Johnny was spending those sleepless hours the same way he was; thinking over everything that had happened with her.
Clint was a little surprised by the warm hand on his shoulder. “You ready to go?” Something that looked vaguely like concern flashed in Johnny’s eyes for a moment.
“Yeah,” Clint sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, sorry. Guess I spaced out.”
“Happens to the best of us.” Johnny smiled and turned toward the elevator. “Come on, there’s a great little pub a few blocks over. Let’s get a beer.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Clint shook off his thoughts as they made their way to the pub. Less than a half hour later they were both staring into their pints and not talking about the one thing they both needed to talk about. Clint finally made up his mind to break the silence. “Ben said you aren’t sleeping.”
Johnny shrugged and took a sip of his beer. “You get caught in the kitchen at 3am a couple times…”
“I’m… I’m not really doing much better.” Clint spun his mostly full glass in his hands. “At least I have company.” A dry laugh left his lips.
“How’s Tony doing?” Johnny’s brow crinkled a little.
Clint shrugged. “He’s getting better.” That wasn’t really saying much. Tony had gone through hell and back after leaving the island. He’d begged to stay, apparently and the combination of the drugs leaving his system and the pain of being dragged away from a woman he thought he loved… well, none of it was sitting well with Iron Man. “Should be good to go by the time that fundraiser rolls around. I think he’s given himself enough lead time.”
“So…” Johnny’s voice trailed off and he took another drink. “Are we going to ignore this or are we going to talk about it?”
“That’s blunt.”
“You wanna dance around it for awhile? Fine. We can do that.”
“No, I don’t.” He felt himself frown. “This is just… weird.”
“Well yeah.” Johnny shrugged this time.
That caught Clint off guard. “I… I kinda got the impression that this wasn’t anything all that new to you.” He tried to shut down the memory of Johnny moaning softly as he…
“Doesn’t mean I was ready to start thinking about one of my friends like that.” Johnny’s cheeks flushed a little. “But…”
“But?”
“It was good.” Johnny’s cheeks got a little redder and he shrugged. “I don’t know if it was the pheromones or if it was because of… her. But-”
“Yeah. It was good.” Clint watched some of the tension drain from Johnny and realized that he’d probably thought that Clint would shut him down as soon as he broached the topic. It was a fair estimation really. He’d never really seriously considered any of the guys he was around as anything other than friends. There had been that one time, after a bottle of wine that Bobbi brought up a threeway, but they’d never actually gotten around to deciding one way or the other on that one. And now that door seemed wide open. “So what do we do about it?”
“Well…” Johnny took another drink then raised his eyes to Clint’s. “We could…”
“Try it without the pheromones?” Clint felt his heart rate pick up. He wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not.
“We’d know one way or another then.” Johnny shrugged.
The tension was starting to gather again, and Clint’s instinct to break it kicked in. He chuckled softly. “Do I have to buy you dinner first?”
Johnny smiled. “Tell you what. You buy this round and you’re good to go.”
“Alright, good to know.” Clint smiled back and took a drink. “So, where…?”
“I’ve umm… I’ve got an apartment.”
“Oh, so I get to see the booty call apartment?” Clint smirked across the table.
Johnny nodded and his blush started to fade. “I’d be an idiot if I took anyone back to the Baxter Building.”
“Yeah, you would be.”
“Alright then,” Johnny smirked back. “Makes it a necessity then, doesn’t it?”
“Yup, I guess it does.” Clint took another drink. “Drink up, genius.”
Johnny laughed. “Fuck you, Barton.”
“Oh, that’s not how this is going to go and you know it, Storm.” Clint’s smirk morphed into a full blown grin.
“Yeah, I don’t think I have the patience to get you that drunk. At least, not tonight.” Johnny grinned right back at him.
“Should I be flattered?”
“Yeah, I think you should be.” Johnny took another drink. “You think I do that for just anyone?”
Clint’s glass stalled half way to his mouth and Johnny’s blush came back in full force. “Wow…”
“Can we just forget I said that?” Johnny took a gulp of his beer before meeting Clint’s gaze again.
“Sure… I guess.” Clint took a long drink too.
“I mean it could still be all the…”
“Yeah, right. Right, don’t worry about it.” That awkward silence from the beginning of the night crept back between them. “Actually, no. I don’t think I can.”
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it the way it came out, okay? I just… I mean…” Johnny ran a slightly shaky hand through his hair. “God, this was so much easier with Ki…” his voice dropped off before he could actually get her name out.
“Yeah, I know.” Clint sighed and started spinning his glass again. “At least then I could pretend it was just her…”
“Thanks.”
“Hey, you want me to open up first, fine.” Clint finished his beer before he spoke again. “Yeah, this freaks me out. I never… this wasn’t something I ever really saw myself actually doing. But yeah, I’m attracted to you. And yeah, I want to know if its something left over from… everything or if this is something we should actually consider doing.” He let out what was left of his breath and spun the glass again. “There. I said it. It’s out there and now we can just fucking deal with it because it’s driving me crazy.”
“Me too.” Johnny sighed. “I mean… all of it. Me too. It’s driving me nuts. Even just sitting here, I can’t…” his hand went through his already thoroughly mussed hair. “Is this a really bad idea?”
Clint stared at him for a moment before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. He slapped some money down and grabbed Johnny’s arm. “Come on.”
“What…?”
“We’re getting out of here before we talk ourselves out of this.”
The cab ride was a bit of a blur, both men caught up in a strange mix of adrenaline, anticipation and nerves. When the apartment door closed behind them, they simply stared at each other for longer than either of them thought possible. “So,” Johnny locked the door and took a moment to kick off his shoes and drop his keys on the table beside the door.
Clint handed over his jacket and took a second to look at the apartment. “Nice place.”
“Yeah, well,” Johnny shrugged. “It serves its purpose.” His eyes met Clint’s a moment later. “We don’t have to…”
“Yeah, we do.” The taller man took several steps forward. “Unless you’ve got a better idea on how we can figure out if this is real.”
Johnny shook his head before grabbing the front of Clint’s shirt and pulling him into a kiss. It was a tense couple of seconds as they both tried to rediscover the dynamic they’d had before. But when Johnny moaned softly into the kiss and Clint’s fingers tangled in his hair, there was very little question about the attraction between them being a left over side effect of the pheromones.
When they both pulled back, they were both breathless. Clint stared at Johnny for a moment, taking in the other man’s slightly disheveled appearance; shirt slightly crinkled, pupils blown, lips kiss swollen, jeans a little tighter than they had been a minute ago; though he wasn’t quite ready to deal with that just yet. He took a deep breath before speaking again. “How far do you want this to go tonight?’
Johnny blinked and licked his lips a few times before he answered. “I don’t know yet. I say we just go with it.”
“Alright then.” Clint smirked, pulled the shorter man against him and claimed his lips again. They slowly moved into the living room and Johnny backed Clint toward the couch. The archer lost his balance and let out a soft ‘ooph’ as Johnny landed on him. “Graceful, Storm.”
Johnny smiled. “You could have let go.”
“Oh yeah, I’d never hear the end of that.” Clint stared up at Johnny as he moved to straddle his hips. His hands moved on instinct, resting on Johnny’s thighs. When Clint pulled him into another kiss, it was slower, less frenzied, their hands moving slowly under clothes in a search for bare skin. Johnny’s hand ghosted over the bulge in Clint’s jeans before he reached for his fly. Clint grabbed his wrists. “Bedroom.”
“Right… yeah.” Johnny backed off, getting to his feet and helping Clint up. Tension started to creep back in as they moved down the hall toward the bedroom. As he opened the door, Johnny looked back. “You really want…”
Clint cut off the question, pulling him into another scorching kiss and pressing Johnny as tightly against him as he could. He could feel how hard Johnny was against his thigh and he knew Johnny could feel how hard he was against his stomach. “Yeah, I really want this.” Johnny kissed him again, deeper this time and he moaned softly. “God… I want you.”
Johnny backed into the room and pulled Clint along with him. “That’s all I needed to hear.” He reached for the hem of Clint’s shirt and tugged until he could get it off. The next moments were a blur to both of them as clothes were scattered on the floor. They continued to kiss as they moved through the room; soft moans breaking the silence.
When they finally reached the bed, Johnny scooted up toward the headboard. Not willing the break the kiss, Clint followed, crawling over him. Johnny’s head fell back against a pillow as Clint’s lips moved down to his throat. His hips bucked up as Clint reached a tentative hand down to stroke him. “God…” His eyes closed and his mouth fell open. “Are you always this much of a tease?”
Clint smiled and let out a soft laugh. “Are you always this easy?”
“You’re making jokes now?” Johnny smiled a moment later. “And no, I’m not.” Clint moved his hand again in a long stroke, and Johnny moaned. “God… fuck me!”
It felt like the joke broke the tension; like they’d been holding back for fear of tipping the scales in one direction or the other. Once that tension was gone, it was surprisingly easy to find the rhythm they’d developed with… her. It was different, of course. Clint wasn’t sure if it was because they were relatively sober or if that little something that seemed to be missing was… well, her. “Gonna need a few things before we get to that.”
Johnny waved vaguely toward the bedside table. “Top drawer.” He sat up and reached over, pulling out a half empty box of condoms and a small bottle of lube. He handed both over to Clint and pressed another kiss to the other man’s lips. “Just… go slow, okay?”
Clint felt something like affection wash over him as he looked at his friend. Behind Johnny’s obvious hesitation, he caught something similar in pyrokinetic. “You… you weren’t kidding, were you?”
Johnny’s brow crinkled. “About what?”
“Earlier… in the bar.” Clint scratched the back of his neck. “That thing that we were going to forget about.”
“If I’d been joking I wouldn’t have wanted to forget about it.” Johnny ran a hand through his hair again. “It’s making this weird, isn’t it?”
“No, god, no.” Clint leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to Johnny’s lips. “It just means this is… a little more complicated.”
Johnny smiled and let out a bit of a laugh. “I don’t want you to be my boyfriend or anything, Clint.” That got a laugh from the other blond. “I just think… I mean, we’re obviously past the point where it’s just poker night and kicking the crap out of bad guys now, right? So, maybe… we do this too.”
Something about how Johnny had worded it clicked in Clint’s mind. This wasn’t, he realized, going to completely destroy the friendship they had. This was simply a new aspect to it. Albeit a huge, perspective changing aspect, but he was starting to think it was doable. “I think…” he smirked at the other blond for a moment. “I think we should actually do this before we start picking out curtains.”
Johnny laughed. “I kinda figured we’d kill each other inside a month without-”
“Yeah, probably.” Clint leaned in again, his hand resting on the back of Johnny’s neck. “But it’ll be fun while it lasts. So,” he reached over, picking up the bottle of lube. “You still want to do this?”
Johnny nodded before he kissed Clint again. This time his hand wandered; skimming over Clint’s abs and wrapping around his cock, stroking it slowly and undoing what the conversation had done. When the taller man pulled back to try to catch his breath, Johnny smiled. “You ready?”
Johnny had always been amused by how quickly Kiera would give in when Clint used that tone; the one that clearly said he was going to fuck her until she passed out. But having that tone turned on him… that wasn’t something that had happened in their time on the island. Those two words… two simple words sent a shudder through him and made him hard all over again. “Lay down.”
Johnny obliged slowly, watching as Clint coated his fingers in lube. A moment after his head hit the pillow, Clint reached forward. Johnny bit his lip and felt himself tense as Clint’s fingers circled his ass. He moaned as one finger gently started to slide into him. Any sense of pride or worry about what any of this was going to mean slid away as Clint added a second finger.
Johnny started babbling, begging and cursing a few moments later as the tips of Clint’s fingers brushed his prostate. “Fuck! Please… again, please!” A distinctly wanton groan slid from his throat when Clint obliged. He was so caught up in the pleasure, he barely registered it when Clint added a third finger, slowly stroking them in and out and over that spot that… “Oh, fuck me!”
A soft chuckle forced Johnny’s eyes open. Clint smirked at him. “That is the idea here.” He twisted his fingers and Johnny’s breath caught in his throat.
“Just…” he swallowed thickly, trying to think past his body’s response. His hips lifted as he tried to get more. “Just… fuck! If you don’t I’m gonna… oh god… you are a fucking tease, you know that?” Johnny let out a breathy laugh.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Clint pulled back before leaning in and pressing a kiss to Johnny’s lips. “You’re sure about this, right?”
“If you back out now, I swear to god, I will fucking end you.”
“Would I do that?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’m not going to.”
Johnny smirked at him for a moment. “Good. Can we stop talking now?”
“Oh, fuck yes.” Clint kissed him again, stopping the conversation.
Johnny reached out blindly, finding the box of condoms and fishing one out while trying desperately not to break the kiss. He finally pulled back, breathless. He fumbled for a second with the package before getting it opened and slowly rolling the condom onto Clint’s cock, relishing every little groan as he coated him in lube.
Johnny crawled up into Clint’s lap, thighs straddling the other man’s hips and claiming his lips again. Clint’s hands moved lazily up and down Johnny’s back as he sank down, taking just the head of Clint’s cock into himself before biting his lips. “Just go slow.” Clint whispered as he kissed along Johnny’s collarbone. “There’s no rush. Breathe.”
Johnny moaned as he took a little more and Clint wrapped a hand around his cock. “Fuck…” the word came out as more of a breath than anything else, but a soft chuckle followed it. “Forgot… mmm, how big you are...”
Clint kissed him again. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Several minutes later, Johnny was trembling and moaning with Clint buried completely inside him. He tried to rock his hips against the other man, but Clint’s grip on his hip stopped him. “Just wait…” Johnny blinked down at him. “You know, you’re pretty fuckin’ hot like this, Storm.” Clint smirked at him.
Johnny let out a breathy laugh. “You’re not so bad yourself, Barton.” Clint chose that moment to tentatively roll his hips up into Johnny, driving a low groan from the shorter man. “Oh, fuck…. Do that again!” He cried out when Clint obliged; the head of his cock rubbing over his prostate.
“God, you’re pushy!” Clint nibbled on Johnny neck for a second.
“You already knew that.”
Clint gripped Johnny’s ass, driving a gasp from his throat. “I do, and I also know how to deal with it. Remember?”
Johnny nodded, remembering vividly how Kiera’s pushier tendencies had been curbed. He felt his hard on twitch at the memory but any smart ass commentary on that vanished from his brain a moment later as Clint’s pace sped.
“Oh god…” Johnny bit his lip again, eyes squeezing shut to keep some semblance of control over himself. Clint’s hand moved over his shaft and he groaned. “You keep doing that and I… fuck, I’m gonna…” Clint claimed his lips again, swallowing the long groan that bubbled up.
“Just…” Clint’s head fell back. “God, I’m so close…”
Johnny leaned into him, his mouth right next to the archer’s ear. “God… it’s so good…” he murmured to him between moans and gasps. “Come inside me… please, god, I want to come with you. Please…” His grip tightened on Clint’s shoulders and he cried out. “Clint, god…!” his words dissolved into formless pleas as his body tensed and he came hard; his body tightening around Clint and dragging the other man over into the abyss with him.
They collapsed back onto the pillow, both panting and desperately trying to remember how to breathe. Johnny was vaguely aware of it when Clint climbed out of bed to clean up and when the archer came back, Johnny rolled over to face him. “So… it’s still pretty damn good.” He smiled.
“Yeah.” Clint stared at the ceiling for a moment. “Yeah it is…”
“But?”
“But…” Clint’s hand found the space in the bed that lingered between them. Space enough for the curled up form of a petite redhead. “It’s not that I didn’t… I think I got the answer I was looking for tonight.”
“And?”
“And… I think we should keep doing this.” Clint smiled at him. “But you should know…”
“I do.” Johnny rolled over to stare at the ceiling. “I… I still miss her too.”
“I could write it off as… well, whatever until now. But yeah… it’s not the same without her.”
“It’s still good though.” Johnny propped himself up on his elbow. Their eyes met and something passed between them, something more than just trying to figure out what was left over pheromones and what might be something real. There was an understanding that while this whatever it was between them was good, and it felt right, it was part of something bigger that neither of them were sure they’d get back. And even if they wanted to, neither of them were sure they knew how to get it back.
Clint smiled and barely held back a yawn as he pulled Johnny closer. “Yeah, firebug. I think I can get used to this.”
Universe: Earth-6941 (villianesshq)
Characters: Clint Barton/Johnny Storm (allusions to Clint/Kiera/Johnny)
Warnings: M/M sex, anal, mentions of withdrawal (nothing too graphic though)
Disclaimer: Marvel owns anyone else pops up from the regular Marvel U. I do not make any claim on any of them. I make no money from this little endeavor.
Author's Note: So, ladydeathfaerie made reference to the threeway relationship dynamic between Clint, Kiera and Johnny after leaving the supervillainess hq island and how the boys figured all that out. Did it happen when they both got back together with Kiera? Or was it before that? Well... my mind (in a hunt for smut, no doubt) decided they worked some of it out before Kiera showed up again. This is that story. :) (In other words, this is set before Say Your Good-byes.)
Johnny brought it up first, the moment they were alone together after getting home. They’d just barely gotten off the jet when he grabbed Clint’s arm. “We need to figure this out.”
There was no denying that, of course. Things had happened on that island that neither of them had expected. But before they got a chance to examine any of it, the need to simply stay alive and conscious took over. Withdrawal wasn’t conducive to figuring out if you were really attracted to your buddy or not.
Once the tremors, nausea and pain faded, they both spent a good deal of time with their fellow captives. Neither of them had had a particularly difficult time recovering from the drugs they’d been exposed to, and as a karmic thank you to the universe, they both did what they could for those who hadn’t been as lucky. It had been that stretch of time that had started Clint’s mind turning over everything that had happened. Actually, Matt was the one that started it.
At first, he hadn’t thought anything of Matt spending as much time as he did with Tony. They’d both been close to the Emerald Rose and he suspected they’d had a similar arrangement to the one that he and Johnny had with… Chill. That’s what cued the thought up. Matt was there because he cared about Tony. Maybe he wasn’t the only one questioning how much the drugs had changed things.
He still could think of her as ‘Kiera’. If he did, he wasn’t sure what would happen. He was sure he had to be absolutely sure everything was out of his system before he thought about her again. But even when she crossed his mind in passing he felt… something. Something that he wasn’t about to share with anyone who would likely write it off as Stockholm Syndrome or that he wasn’t as over the drugs as he should have been. There was one person who might get it… if anyone would.
That’s how he found himself at the Baxter Building waiting for Johnny so they could go get a drink and talk all this shit out. Ben came out first though. “Hey,” He smiled. “How ya doin’?”
“I’m good.” Clint shrugged. It was his standard answer nowadays. He knew Ben had been in on everything that had happened during everyone’s recovery. “Still not sleeping really, but that’ll pass.”
Ben nodded a little. “Matchstick’s havin’ the same problem, I think. He ain’t sayin’ anything but…”
“Yeah.” That didn’t really surprise him. As far as he knew, everyone was having that problem. If the 3am meetings in the kitchen at the Avengers mansion said anything about it, no one who had spent time on the island was sleeping at all. It made him wonder for a moment though if Johnny was spending those sleepless hours the same way he was; thinking over everything that had happened with her.
Clint was a little surprised by the warm hand on his shoulder. “You ready to go?” Something that looked vaguely like concern flashed in Johnny’s eyes for a moment.
“Yeah,” Clint sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, sorry. Guess I spaced out.”
“Happens to the best of us.” Johnny smiled and turned toward the elevator. “Come on, there’s a great little pub a few blocks over. Let’s get a beer.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Clint shook off his thoughts as they made their way to the pub. Less than a half hour later they were both staring into their pints and not talking about the one thing they both needed to talk about. Clint finally made up his mind to break the silence. “Ben said you aren’t sleeping.”
Johnny shrugged and took a sip of his beer. “You get caught in the kitchen at 3am a couple times…”
“I’m… I’m not really doing much better.” Clint spun his mostly full glass in his hands. “At least I have company.” A dry laugh left his lips.
“How’s Tony doing?” Johnny’s brow crinkled a little.
Clint shrugged. “He’s getting better.” That wasn’t really saying much. Tony had gone through hell and back after leaving the island. He’d begged to stay, apparently and the combination of the drugs leaving his system and the pain of being dragged away from a woman he thought he loved… well, none of it was sitting well with Iron Man. “Should be good to go by the time that fundraiser rolls around. I think he’s given himself enough lead time.”
“So…” Johnny’s voice trailed off and he took another drink. “Are we going to ignore this or are we going to talk about it?”
“That’s blunt.”
“You wanna dance around it for awhile? Fine. We can do that.”
“No, I don’t.” He felt himself frown. “This is just… weird.”
“Well yeah.” Johnny shrugged this time.
That caught Clint off guard. “I… I kinda got the impression that this wasn’t anything all that new to you.” He tried to shut down the memory of Johnny moaning softly as he…
“Doesn’t mean I was ready to start thinking about one of my friends like that.” Johnny’s cheeks flushed a little. “But…”
“But?”
“It was good.” Johnny’s cheeks got a little redder and he shrugged. “I don’t know if it was the pheromones or if it was because of… her. But-”
“Yeah. It was good.” Clint watched some of the tension drain from Johnny and realized that he’d probably thought that Clint would shut him down as soon as he broached the topic. It was a fair estimation really. He’d never really seriously considered any of the guys he was around as anything other than friends. There had been that one time, after a bottle of wine that Bobbi brought up a threeway, but they’d never actually gotten around to deciding one way or the other on that one. And now that door seemed wide open. “So what do we do about it?”
“Well…” Johnny took another drink then raised his eyes to Clint’s. “We could…”
“Try it without the pheromones?” Clint felt his heart rate pick up. He wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not.
“We’d know one way or another then.” Johnny shrugged.
The tension was starting to gather again, and Clint’s instinct to break it kicked in. He chuckled softly. “Do I have to buy you dinner first?”
Johnny smiled. “Tell you what. You buy this round and you’re good to go.”
“Alright, good to know.” Clint smiled back and took a drink. “So, where…?”
“I’ve umm… I’ve got an apartment.”
“Oh, so I get to see the booty call apartment?” Clint smirked across the table.
Johnny nodded and his blush started to fade. “I’d be an idiot if I took anyone back to the Baxter Building.”
“Yeah, you would be.”
“Alright then,” Johnny smirked back. “Makes it a necessity then, doesn’t it?”
“Yup, I guess it does.” Clint took another drink. “Drink up, genius.”
Johnny laughed. “Fuck you, Barton.”
“Oh, that’s not how this is going to go and you know it, Storm.” Clint’s smirk morphed into a full blown grin.
“Yeah, I don’t think I have the patience to get you that drunk. At least, not tonight.” Johnny grinned right back at him.
“Should I be flattered?”
“Yeah, I think you should be.” Johnny took another drink. “You think I do that for just anyone?”
Clint’s glass stalled half way to his mouth and Johnny’s blush came back in full force. “Wow…”
“Can we just forget I said that?” Johnny took a gulp of his beer before meeting Clint’s gaze again.
“Sure… I guess.” Clint took a long drink too.
“I mean it could still be all the…”
“Yeah, right. Right, don’t worry about it.” That awkward silence from the beginning of the night crept back between them. “Actually, no. I don’t think I can.”
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it the way it came out, okay? I just… I mean…” Johnny ran a slightly shaky hand through his hair. “God, this was so much easier with Ki…” his voice dropped off before he could actually get her name out.
“Yeah, I know.” Clint sighed and started spinning his glass again. “At least then I could pretend it was just her…”
“Thanks.”
“Hey, you want me to open up first, fine.” Clint finished his beer before he spoke again. “Yeah, this freaks me out. I never… this wasn’t something I ever really saw myself actually doing. But yeah, I’m attracted to you. And yeah, I want to know if its something left over from… everything or if this is something we should actually consider doing.” He let out what was left of his breath and spun the glass again. “There. I said it. It’s out there and now we can just fucking deal with it because it’s driving me crazy.”
“Me too.” Johnny sighed. “I mean… all of it. Me too. It’s driving me nuts. Even just sitting here, I can’t…” his hand went through his already thoroughly mussed hair. “Is this a really bad idea?”
Clint stared at him for a moment before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. He slapped some money down and grabbed Johnny’s arm. “Come on.”
“What…?”
“We’re getting out of here before we talk ourselves out of this.”
The cab ride was a bit of a blur, both men caught up in a strange mix of adrenaline, anticipation and nerves. When the apartment door closed behind them, they simply stared at each other for longer than either of them thought possible. “So,” Johnny locked the door and took a moment to kick off his shoes and drop his keys on the table beside the door.
Clint handed over his jacket and took a second to look at the apartment. “Nice place.”
“Yeah, well,” Johnny shrugged. “It serves its purpose.” His eyes met Clint’s a moment later. “We don’t have to…”
“Yeah, we do.” The taller man took several steps forward. “Unless you’ve got a better idea on how we can figure out if this is real.”
Johnny shook his head before grabbing the front of Clint’s shirt and pulling him into a kiss. It was a tense couple of seconds as they both tried to rediscover the dynamic they’d had before. But when Johnny moaned softly into the kiss and Clint’s fingers tangled in his hair, there was very little question about the attraction between them being a left over side effect of the pheromones.
When they both pulled back, they were both breathless. Clint stared at Johnny for a moment, taking in the other man’s slightly disheveled appearance; shirt slightly crinkled, pupils blown, lips kiss swollen, jeans a little tighter than they had been a minute ago; though he wasn’t quite ready to deal with that just yet. He took a deep breath before speaking again. “How far do you want this to go tonight?’
Johnny blinked and licked his lips a few times before he answered. “I don’t know yet. I say we just go with it.”
“Alright then.” Clint smirked, pulled the shorter man against him and claimed his lips again. They slowly moved into the living room and Johnny backed Clint toward the couch. The archer lost his balance and let out a soft ‘ooph’ as Johnny landed on him. “Graceful, Storm.”
Johnny smiled. “You could have let go.”
“Oh yeah, I’d never hear the end of that.” Clint stared up at Johnny as he moved to straddle his hips. His hands moved on instinct, resting on Johnny’s thighs. When Clint pulled him into another kiss, it was slower, less frenzied, their hands moving slowly under clothes in a search for bare skin. Johnny’s hand ghosted over the bulge in Clint’s jeans before he reached for his fly. Clint grabbed his wrists. “Bedroom.”
“Right… yeah.” Johnny backed off, getting to his feet and helping Clint up. Tension started to creep back in as they moved down the hall toward the bedroom. As he opened the door, Johnny looked back. “You really want…”
Clint cut off the question, pulling him into another scorching kiss and pressing Johnny as tightly against him as he could. He could feel how hard Johnny was against his thigh and he knew Johnny could feel how hard he was against his stomach. “Yeah, I really want this.” Johnny kissed him again, deeper this time and he moaned softly. “God… I want you.”
Johnny backed into the room and pulled Clint along with him. “That’s all I needed to hear.” He reached for the hem of Clint’s shirt and tugged until he could get it off. The next moments were a blur to both of them as clothes were scattered on the floor. They continued to kiss as they moved through the room; soft moans breaking the silence.
When they finally reached the bed, Johnny scooted up toward the headboard. Not willing the break the kiss, Clint followed, crawling over him. Johnny’s head fell back against a pillow as Clint’s lips moved down to his throat. His hips bucked up as Clint reached a tentative hand down to stroke him. “God…” His eyes closed and his mouth fell open. “Are you always this much of a tease?”
Clint smiled and let out a soft laugh. “Are you always this easy?”
“You’re making jokes now?” Johnny smiled a moment later. “And no, I’m not.” Clint moved his hand again in a long stroke, and Johnny moaned. “God… fuck me!”
It felt like the joke broke the tension; like they’d been holding back for fear of tipping the scales in one direction or the other. Once that tension was gone, it was surprisingly easy to find the rhythm they’d developed with… her. It was different, of course. Clint wasn’t sure if it was because they were relatively sober or if that little something that seemed to be missing was… well, her. “Gonna need a few things before we get to that.”
Johnny waved vaguely toward the bedside table. “Top drawer.” He sat up and reached over, pulling out a half empty box of condoms and a small bottle of lube. He handed both over to Clint and pressed another kiss to the other man’s lips. “Just… go slow, okay?”
Clint felt something like affection wash over him as he looked at his friend. Behind Johnny’s obvious hesitation, he caught something similar in pyrokinetic. “You… you weren’t kidding, were you?”
Johnny’s brow crinkled. “About what?”
“Earlier… in the bar.” Clint scratched the back of his neck. “That thing that we were going to forget about.”
“If I’d been joking I wouldn’t have wanted to forget about it.” Johnny ran a hand through his hair again. “It’s making this weird, isn’t it?”
“No, god, no.” Clint leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to Johnny’s lips. “It just means this is… a little more complicated.”
Johnny smiled and let out a bit of a laugh. “I don’t want you to be my boyfriend or anything, Clint.” That got a laugh from the other blond. “I just think… I mean, we’re obviously past the point where it’s just poker night and kicking the crap out of bad guys now, right? So, maybe… we do this too.”
Something about how Johnny had worded it clicked in Clint’s mind. This wasn’t, he realized, going to completely destroy the friendship they had. This was simply a new aspect to it. Albeit a huge, perspective changing aspect, but he was starting to think it was doable. “I think…” he smirked at the other blond for a moment. “I think we should actually do this before we start picking out curtains.”
Johnny laughed. “I kinda figured we’d kill each other inside a month without-”
“Yeah, probably.” Clint leaned in again, his hand resting on the back of Johnny’s neck. “But it’ll be fun while it lasts. So,” he reached over, picking up the bottle of lube. “You still want to do this?”
Johnny nodded before he kissed Clint again. This time his hand wandered; skimming over Clint’s abs and wrapping around his cock, stroking it slowly and undoing what the conversation had done. When the taller man pulled back to try to catch his breath, Johnny smiled. “You ready?”
Johnny had always been amused by how quickly Kiera would give in when Clint used that tone; the one that clearly said he was going to fuck her until she passed out. But having that tone turned on him… that wasn’t something that had happened in their time on the island. Those two words… two simple words sent a shudder through him and made him hard all over again. “Lay down.”
Johnny obliged slowly, watching as Clint coated his fingers in lube. A moment after his head hit the pillow, Clint reached forward. Johnny bit his lip and felt himself tense as Clint’s fingers circled his ass. He moaned as one finger gently started to slide into him. Any sense of pride or worry about what any of this was going to mean slid away as Clint added a second finger.
Johnny started babbling, begging and cursing a few moments later as the tips of Clint’s fingers brushed his prostate. “Fuck! Please… again, please!” A distinctly wanton groan slid from his throat when Clint obliged. He was so caught up in the pleasure, he barely registered it when Clint added a third finger, slowly stroking them in and out and over that spot that… “Oh, fuck me!”
A soft chuckle forced Johnny’s eyes open. Clint smirked at him. “That is the idea here.” He twisted his fingers and Johnny’s breath caught in his throat.
“Just…” he swallowed thickly, trying to think past his body’s response. His hips lifted as he tried to get more. “Just… fuck! If you don’t I’m gonna… oh god… you are a fucking tease, you know that?” Johnny let out a breathy laugh.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Clint pulled back before leaning in and pressing a kiss to Johnny’s lips. “You’re sure about this, right?”
“If you back out now, I swear to god, I will fucking end you.”
“Would I do that?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’m not going to.”
Johnny smirked at him for a moment. “Good. Can we stop talking now?”
“Oh, fuck yes.” Clint kissed him again, stopping the conversation.
Johnny reached out blindly, finding the box of condoms and fishing one out while trying desperately not to break the kiss. He finally pulled back, breathless. He fumbled for a second with the package before getting it opened and slowly rolling the condom onto Clint’s cock, relishing every little groan as he coated him in lube.
Johnny crawled up into Clint’s lap, thighs straddling the other man’s hips and claiming his lips again. Clint’s hands moved lazily up and down Johnny’s back as he sank down, taking just the head of Clint’s cock into himself before biting his lips. “Just go slow.” Clint whispered as he kissed along Johnny’s collarbone. “There’s no rush. Breathe.”
Johnny moaned as he took a little more and Clint wrapped a hand around his cock. “Fuck…” the word came out as more of a breath than anything else, but a soft chuckle followed it. “Forgot… mmm, how big you are...”
Clint kissed him again. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Several minutes later, Johnny was trembling and moaning with Clint buried completely inside him. He tried to rock his hips against the other man, but Clint’s grip on his hip stopped him. “Just wait…” Johnny blinked down at him. “You know, you’re pretty fuckin’ hot like this, Storm.” Clint smirked at him.
Johnny let out a breathy laugh. “You’re not so bad yourself, Barton.” Clint chose that moment to tentatively roll his hips up into Johnny, driving a low groan from the shorter man. “Oh, fuck…. Do that again!” He cried out when Clint obliged; the head of his cock rubbing over his prostate.
“God, you’re pushy!” Clint nibbled on Johnny neck for a second.
“You already knew that.”
Clint gripped Johnny’s ass, driving a gasp from his throat. “I do, and I also know how to deal with it. Remember?”
Johnny nodded, remembering vividly how Kiera’s pushier tendencies had been curbed. He felt his hard on twitch at the memory but any smart ass commentary on that vanished from his brain a moment later as Clint’s pace sped.
“Oh god…” Johnny bit his lip again, eyes squeezing shut to keep some semblance of control over himself. Clint’s hand moved over his shaft and he groaned. “You keep doing that and I… fuck, I’m gonna…” Clint claimed his lips again, swallowing the long groan that bubbled up.
“Just…” Clint’s head fell back. “God, I’m so close…”
Johnny leaned into him, his mouth right next to the archer’s ear. “God… it’s so good…” he murmured to him between moans and gasps. “Come inside me… please, god, I want to come with you. Please…” His grip tightened on Clint’s shoulders and he cried out. “Clint, god…!” his words dissolved into formless pleas as his body tensed and he came hard; his body tightening around Clint and dragging the other man over into the abyss with him.
They collapsed back onto the pillow, both panting and desperately trying to remember how to breathe. Johnny was vaguely aware of it when Clint climbed out of bed to clean up and when the archer came back, Johnny rolled over to face him. “So… it’s still pretty damn good.” He smiled.
“Yeah.” Clint stared at the ceiling for a moment. “Yeah it is…”
“But?”
“But…” Clint’s hand found the space in the bed that lingered between them. Space enough for the curled up form of a petite redhead. “It’s not that I didn’t… I think I got the answer I was looking for tonight.”
“And?”
“And… I think we should keep doing this.” Clint smiled at him. “But you should know…”
“I do.” Johnny rolled over to stare at the ceiling. “I… I still miss her too.”
“I could write it off as… well, whatever until now. But yeah… it’s not the same without her.”
“It’s still good though.” Johnny propped himself up on his elbow. Their eyes met and something passed between them, something more than just trying to figure out what was left over pheromones and what might be something real. There was an understanding that while this whatever it was between them was good, and it felt right, it was part of something bigger that neither of them were sure they’d get back. And even if they wanted to, neither of them were sure they knew how to get it back.
Clint smiled and barely held back a yawn as he pulled Johnny closer. “Yeah, firebug. I think I can get used to this.”