Avenger FIC: Teen Stuff to Do (2/?)
Title: Teen Stuff to Do
Author: Last Winter Rose
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Mainly Phil/Clint but guest starring the other Avengers and Fury.
Word Count: 4,891 and growing
Warnings: Right now only explicit sexual content but with later chapter, there be more.
Spoilers: Not really, take place in an AU MCU, where they all move into the Tower after New York.
Author's Notes: This was written in reply to a prompt at the avegnerkink community. Thank you to the person who posted it, whoever you are. :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers or any of the characters in any way and am not getting paid for this.
Summary: After a movie night gone wrong, Phil decides to help Clint experience something from a normal childhood that the archer never not to have.
~*~
Phil moved about the Tower, after talking to Clint last night Phil had a idea that was sure to make Clint happy but for it to work he needed to find the archer. When he couldn't locate Clint on the helicarrier, he figured that he had disappeared into the vents at the Tower to get away from everyone. Most people would have given up at that, figuring that if Agent Barton was in the vents then there would be no way to find him but Phil knew of a way. Even if his boyfriend was walking around above everyone's heads, there was still one place that the archer liked to go.
Phil smiled as he entered his office and saw the small bump in the vent, showing that there was something or someone up there. “I thought I would find you here.” He watched as Clint moved to the vent's door and pulled it open. Clint then slowly dropped down from above. “You know the others are looking for you too, not sure why though.”
“Well, I'm not in a talking mood right now.” Clint said crossing his arms.
“Great! Why don't you come with me then?” Phil linked his arm with Clint's and pulled him towards the door.
“Where to?”
“I've been assigned a look out duty and I need a partner that won't talk during the whole thing.”
“Well, I guess.” Clint didn't seem too happy about it but he didn't fight Phil either.
~*~
They walked together down to the parking level, luckily no one tried to stop them. Most SHIELD agents knew that unless you had a reason to stop Agent Coulson and Agent Barton, don't. Chances are that they were doing something for Fury or Avengers stuff and you didn't want to waste their time. Clint was thankful though, he wasn't in the mood for talking and if it was anyone else asking him to go on a look out assignment with them, he would have told them to go jump off the Tower.
They left the elevator on the parking level and moved along the lines of cars. “Wait here,” Phil said as he left Clint standing next to one of SHIELD's black SUV. “I have to go check out the keys.”
Clint nodded as Phil walked away. He leaned against the side of the vehicle and waited, he guessed that since this was the one that they had stopped by, it was the SUV that they would be taken but he was in shock as Phil came driving around the corner in what looked like a hippie's van and stopped next to him.
“You have got to be kidding me.” Clint said as he leaned through the driver window. There were only the two front seats, the others have been ripped out to make way for what look like a gipsy's tent. There were blankets and pillows spread out on the floor and fabric hung along the side to hid the van's wall.
Phil just grinned, “Come on, hop in.”
“Really?”
“It's for the mission, it'll help us blend in where we're going.”
“Where that? Woodstock?” Clint joked as he moved around the van's front and got in.
Phil just shook his head and stepped on the gas.
Clint just sat in the passenger, wondering where it was that they were going. They had been driving for a while, the day was already ending with the sun setting in the rear view mirror, and Phil wasn't giving him any hints on where they were heading.
It's been a while since the older agent had gotten a look-out assignment but he might have done something to piss off Fury, so, Clint didn't question it. He was beginning to question though just where this assignment was as Phil pulled into some kind of park. “Where are we going?”
“Almost there,” Phil said as he pulled the van off the marked road of the park and through the trees. The trip suddenly became a little bumpy and it took a while before Clint realized that they were heading upward onto a small hill. At one point Clint was sure that the van wasn't going to make it. He was going to asked his handler for some more information about this assignment when Phil stopped the van and turned it off. “We're here.” He undid his seat belt and turned in his chair so that he was facing Clint.
Clint was really confused now, he couldn't see any building that they needed to be watching nor did he see a camp site or anything of that kind. He glanced out the window and was surprised to see another van. It was a ways off from them and hidden among the trees but it was there and it was...shaking.
Clint suddenly had a idea of where they were at and turned back, about to ask Phil what he was thinking but was silenced by Phil's lips on his. He let the kiss go for a few seconds before pulling back as far as he could in the van. “Phil? What?”
Phil gave a shy smile. “You would so upset last night about never being to a make-out point that I wanted to change that.”
Clint chuckled, “So, I take it there's no real assignment?” Phil nodded. Clint looked out the window again and back at Phil, “Do I even what to know how you knew about this place?”
“Stark, he went to a private school not far from here and this was where all of the kids came. It seemed that they do.” He glanced over Clint's shoulder to the other van through the window.
“Yeah, Phil, kids.”
“My grandmother uses to tell me, 'growing old is mandatory but growing up is optional'.” Phil leaned over and undid Clint seat belt. “Come on, lets have some fun.”
Clint full on laugh at that, “Normally it me saying that to you.” He shift in his seat though and met Phil's lips half way between the two chairs. It started as a soft kiss, nothing that they couldn't stop if they decided to but Clint had a feeling that they wouldn't going to stop with just a kiss.
Phil was the first to back off. Clint watched as he shifted in his seat some more and started to climb into the back of the van. Clint turned around as well and smiled, “I should have known something was going on with this van.”
Phil leaned forward and grabbed the front of Clint's shirt with a tug. Clint got the picture and climbed into the back with him. Phil didn't give him a chance to fully get back there before he was locking their lips together again. This time it was deeper and when Phil ran his tongue over Clint's bottom lip, Clint didn't fight him but open his mouth, giving Phil permission to enter. A moan left him as Phil's arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer.
Clint soon needed air and broke the kiss but Phil wouldn't let him go very far. His lover and handler simply moved his lips to Clint's neck and started peppering kissing along his jawline and collarbone. A soft chuckle escape Clint as Phil placed a kiss right under his earlobe. It was one of his most ticklish spot and Phil knew it. Phil's lips spent a while playing with Clint's ear before they started to move down. It wasn't until Phil reached the shirt's collar that he pulled back.
Phil's hands slid from around Clint's neck and down his front to the first button on his shirt. Clint moved to grab his wrists though, “Are you sure this is okay?”
Phil just grinned, “You sound like a virgin coming up here for the first time.”
“Well, you don't have to worry about the virgin part but this is my first time in a van in a make-out spot.”
“Yes, it's fine. Tony said that he came up here for years and never got caught.”
“Well then.”
Clint loosen his hold on Phil's wrists and let his lover get back to what he was doing. Phil slowly undid the buttons and pulled the shirt from inside Clint's pants. He ran his hands down over Clint's bare chest and Clint couldn’t hold back the moan at the feel of his lover's touch. Phil's fingers roamed over his skin; up and down, down and up, they moved over his muscles and soon his shirt was pulled from his arms allowing Phil's fingers to move over them as well. As Phil's hands moved up and down Clint's arms, Phil shifted so that he was sitting on his knees and leaned forwards, he took Clint's left nibble in his mouth and wasted no time with sucking it. Clint gasp at the feeling, he glanced down to see Phil's lips one his chest but it was what he saw past Phil's head that made him groan with pleasure.
Clint shifted as much as he could with Phil's mouth still on him but he was able to reach his goal. He reached forward and palmed the bulge in the front of Phil's pants. That made Phil moan with Clint's nibble still in his mouth. Clint felt a shiver run through him at the vibration from where they touch and it caused the rest of his blood to run southward.
Phil finished with one nibble and moved to the other. Clint's hands moved upward and tugged on Phil's tie and shirt, “You're wearing too many pieces again.” Phil chuckled as he pulled back. He helped Clint get rid of his tie, jacket, and shirt, and went right back to attacking Clint's nibble.
Clint didn't fight when he felt Phil give a light push to his shoulders. Together they shifted and moved until Clint was laying on his back on top of one of the big pillow, with Phil between his legs. Clint moaned and arched up as Phil's mouth started moving downward. The warm lips stopped right above his bellybutton and Clint couldn't stop the laugh as Phil started playing with the skin around it. He reach for Phil's head and give a tug, trying to get the lips away from his other ticklish spot.
“No fair,” Clint said as he gave another tug.
Phil pulled back, “Who said anything about being fair?”
He sat back on his heels and started work on Clint's belt, pants, and shoes. A shiver ran through Clint as his last piece of clothe was removed and he was thankful that there blanket covering the metal floor of the van.
Phil didn't waste any time and was soon running his hands up and down the inside of Clint's thighs. He pushed them farther apart and leaned down. Clint knew what was coming but he still gasped as the warmth of Phil's mouth surrounded his length.
“God Phil,” he moaned as he felt his lover take all of him in. His right hand ran over the back of Phil's head while the other formed a fist in the blanket under him. He didn't hold tight though as Phil moved his head up and down a few times. Clint whimpered as the mouth left him but was cut short as a hand replaced the lips. He groan as the hand began stroking him and he almost came when Phil took him back in his mouth. Hand and mouth worked him over and Clint was very close to the edge when Phil pulled back altogether.
“Don't...stop...” it was all Clint could get out through his heavy breathing.
Phil smiled as he moved back farther and for a moment Clint feared that his handler was actually going to leave him in such a state but as Clint pushed up onto his elbows he found that Phil only moved away to get rid of the rest of his own clothes. Clint moan as he saw Phil's erection freed from the dress slacks that the older agent always wore.
Once Phil set his pants to the side he moved back between Clint's legs but this time moved upward and locked their lips together in a very deep kiss. He couldn't take it though, Phil had left him right on the edge and he would probably come the moment Phil was in him. He knew that Phil was the kind of lover that loved to draw things out as long as he could but right now, Clint needed to hurry thing along.
He shifted his weight to his left arm as he wrapped his right up around Phil's neck and pulled him closer and thrust his hips up to rub against Phil's. Phil moaned into the kiss and moved to hold Clint's hips still with one hand while the other one moved upward.
Clint broke the kiss though when he realized that the hand went over his head and that Phil was reaching for something behind him. He lifted his head backward as far as he could to see what Phil was doing. His hand was digging around in the pouch on the back of the driver's seat back. Before Clint could ask what he was doing, Phil pulled the item of his quest out.
Clint did his best to prepare himself as he watch Phil open the bottle, pour some of the content over his fingers, and move his now wet hand down between Clint's legs. Clint moan as he felt a finger run over his entrance before it pushed forward.
He tensed as the finger pushed half way but stopped as Phil leaned forward and placed a quick kiss to his lips before he moved to Clint's neck. Clint soon started relaxing as the pleasure started to outweigh the pain but he knew that Phil wouldn't go any farther until he knew that Clint was ready.
He slowly wiggled his hips and thankfully Phil took the hint. The finger pushed forward a little bit more before it started to pull out. The tip of the finger barely left Clint before it started back in. Phil set a slow rhythm and when Clint started thrusting his hips, a second was added. After a while Phil added a third one and Clint was crying out under him for Phil to take him.
“Phil...I need...now.” Clint could barely talk as the pleasure washed over him and the all to familial pressure started to build in the pit of his stomach.
Phil chuckled but he didn't make Clint beg for long as he removed his fingers. Clint whimpered at the lost but couldn't wait for what he knew was coming next. Phil didn't make him wait long as he rub some lube over his length and moved to line up with Clint.
Clint did he best not to tense as Phil pushed forward but he didn't hold back the cry. Phil didn't still until he was all the way in. He leaned forward to Clint's ear, “Let me know.”
Clint couldn't talk but gave a shape nod of his head.
They had been together long enough that it didn't take as long for the pain to make way to pleasure and soon Clint was moving his hips to let Phil know that he was ready. Phil shifted his weight as he place a hand on each side of Clint's head and began to pull out. He pulled to his tip before he thrust forward.
“Fuck!” Clint cried out. It took everything he had to not come right then or when Phil pulled out again and quickly set a faster pace than normal.
It took a few thrust for Clint to match Phil. He had never done it in a car of any kind and wasn't uses to the floor beneath him shaking so badly but he soon figured it out and they started meeting halfway.
Clint was soon a mess as Phil thrust into him and he didn't care if the couple in the other car could hear him or not. He ran his hands over Phil's back as the older agent peppered his chest and neck with kisses. Clint was sure that Phil was close, his pace started faltering as sweat covered his back and chest, and Clint could see that his had started to shake. Clint wasn't too far behind him, the pressure and warmth in his stomach was at a popping point.
He shifted his hips as far as he could and lifted his legs to wrap them around Phil's waist in order to pull him in farther and quicken their speed even faster. The movement caused Phil's angle to change and on the next thrust he hit Clint's spot.
Clint screamed Phil's name as he came without even being touched. His back arched off of the van's floor as his warmth covered both of their abdomens. His muscles tensed and his legs tightened around Phil's waist, to the point that Phil could barely move but as Clint rode out his orgasm, Phil kept going. It was only a few more quick short hard thrusts before Phil was coming deep inside of him. Clint's name was a cry muffled by a kiss as Clint pulled Phil to him.
They stayed like that for a while, placing soft kisses over each others' faces as they both came down from the moment. Soon though, Phil was pulling out of him and Clint almost whimpered at the feeling.
Clint let his lover move both of them onto their sides to face each other. He closed his eyes as Phil ran the back of his hand over his cheek before he reached down and pulled a blanket over the both of them. Clint slid closer to him and buried his face into Phil's chest.
They didn't say anything, they just laid there. Phil ran his fingers up and down Clint's arm as Clint did his best to fight the drowsiness. He had a feeling that they probably shouldn't fall asleep, at least not in the back of a van in the middle of some forest but he couldn't help but take a deep breath of the scent of their love. It made him feel safe in Phil's arms and he soon gave into the sleep.
~*~
Phil woke first. They had shifted as they slept and Clint was now facing away from him but he was still wrapped his Phil's arms. Phil did his best not to wake the archer as he removed his arms from around him. As he pulled his right arm from under Clint, the younger agent moan and shift but he fell right back to sleep. Phil sighed as he carefully moved about the van trying to find where he had put his watch. He soon found it under Clint's shirt and checked the time. He could see the sunlight through the van's windows and he was worried that they may have slept a little longer than he had planed. Luckily it was only seven in the morning, though, Phil figured that they probably shouldn't stay here any longer than they have.
He leaned over and places a kiss on Clint's cheek before he got dress in just his pants and shirt, he let the tie and jacket in the back. He moved slowly as to not wake Clint and climbed into the driver seat. He turned the key and glanced over his shoulder to make sure that the archer was still asleep before he put the van into drive and drove them out of the park.
Phil needed coffee but he didn't want to risk leaving Clint by himself in the van, so he went through a drive-through and got both of them some coffee and breakfast sandwiches. He drove a few blocks to a park and ride and pulled into a space. After adding some sugar and cream to his coffee, he took a few slips and sighed as the warm liquid ran down his throat.
He glanced into the van's back and was a little surprised that Clint was still asleep. He smiled as Clint mumbled something in his sleep and turned over. Clint looked so much younger when he was asleep. All of the stress and worry from years of being a SHIELD agent would always vanish and Phil would remember just how young Clint was when Fury found him for SHIELD. Sure it wasn't as young as Natasha was when she was trained by the Red Room but it was still young.
Phil took another slip of his coffee and it suddenly hit him. Why didn't he think of it before? It was true, between the circus and SHIELD, Clint never had a real childhood. So, if he never had the chance to make out in the back of a van at some make-out point that only the cool kids knew about. What else had he missed out on?
He glanced once more at the sleeping archer and came up with a idea. He would help Clint to experience everything that he missed out on as a kids. First thing first, Phil had to figure out what that all entitled. He undid his seat belt and leaned over to the grove box. He dug around until he found what he was looking for. He pulled the pen cap off with his mouth as he grabbed a napkin from the drive-through bag. At the top of the napkin he wrote in all capitals 'TEEN STUFF TO DO' and underlined it twice. He then started thinking of things that teens were always doing and getting in trouble for and wrote them down.
~*~
Clint awoke to a stiff back and sore legs and for a moment he forgotten where he was but as he turned over and saw the roof of the van it all came rushing back to him. He turned all of the way and was shock to find a empty spot next to him. He glanced towards the back of the van but when the smell of coffee hit his nose he turned and looked to the front. Phil was sitting in the driver's seat slightly bent over something on the wheel.
Clint was going to ask what he was looking at but the two cups in the holder next to his handler caught his eye. He pulled the blanket around him and moved forwards. He grabbed the one in the back holder and took a slip. He sighed at the flavor; Phil had already gotten it ready for him, just the way that Clint liked his coffee, a little bit of sugar but no creamer.
“Good morning Sleepy Beauty,” Phil said.
Clint smiled, “How long was I out?”
Phil checked his watch, “About a hour. I'm surprised that the van moving didn't wake you up or the smell of breakfast.” Phil pointed to a bag in the other seat.
Clint grabbed the bag and moved back to sit down behind the passenger’s seat but not before he place a kiss on Phil's cheek. As he did so, he caught a glance of what Phil was looking at on the wheel. It was a napkin and it had what look like a list written on it.
He pointed to it, “What's that?”
“A list.”
Clint rolled his eyes, “I can see that. A list for what?”
“I started thinking about what you said the other day, about not having a normal childhood.”
Clint stopped in taken a bite of his sandwich, the memory was still towards the front of his mind. He hadn't meant to yell at Phil the other night after the movie but the whole thing with Stark and the others had kind of pushed him over the line of what he was able to handle. “Look Phil, I'm sorry about-”
“You don't have to apologize, you were in the right to get mad. I was just thinking though, that maybe I could help change that.”
“What?”
“I just have a few questions for you and I want you to answer honestly. Okay?”
Clint wondered if he should be worried about this idea of Phil but he took a bite of his food and nodded his head.
Phil smiled, “Great! First question. Have you ever made out in a movie theater?”
TBC...