Caffeinated Cohabitation: Chapter 2

The teenage boy behind the coffee shop counter was regarding the two of them with wary eyes.  Tony would wager a guess that he’d been here the entire time Clint had, and had witnessed all of the archer’s sugar-high shenanigans.  He couldn’t blame the kid for being  put-off by the whole situation.


The bells on the door jangled as Tony entered the coffee shop.  Clint looked up at him, smiling brilliantly.  “Hi!”

Tony stifled a laugh.  “Hi.”

Clint held up a plastic cup filled with what Tony had to assume was this “caffeinated cookie” coffee that Clint was enjoying so much.  “You want one?”

“No, I think I’m good.”

“Pfft.  You’re silly, is what you are.”

“….silly?”  That was not a word Clint Barton used.

“Yup.  Silly.  These things are AWESOME.”

“Well, get as many as you want.”


“Yea, grab a bunch.  We’ll stick em in the fridge, you can save em for later.”

Clint looked ecstatic.  “Can I have four more?”

The teenage boy behind the counter was regarding the two of them with wary eyes.  Tony would wager a guess that he’d been here the entire time Clint had, and had witnessed all of the archer’s sugar-high shenanigans.  He couldn’t blame the kid for being  put-off by the whole situation.

He pulled out his wallet.  “Four more of…..whatever this thing is.”

The kid nodded, looking relieved as he left to make the drinks.  Tony felt Clint’s arms around him, hugging him.

“Thank you.”

He laughed.  “Gee, sugar makes you affectionate, huh.”

“Shut the hell up.”

“Well…..kind of affectionate.”  The boy returned with their drinks and hurriedly rang them out.  He obviously wanted Clint out of the shop.  Tony obliged, slipping an arm around Clint’s waist and guiding him to the door.

“……just how badly were you behaving?”

“What’re you talking about?”

Tony opened the car door for Clint.  “That guy all but kicked us out of there.  You were totally freaking him out.”

“Was I?  HA!  Awesome.”

“You ass.”

“What?  I don’t think I was doing anything really bad….” Clint paused to think about it, and his face lit up in remembrance.  “Oh!  I bought you a sandwich!”

Tony laughed.  “Yea, I remember.  And chips.  Or did you eat the second bag, too?”

Clint punched his shoulder.  “Asshole.  No.  I saved them for you.”

“Thanks.”  Tony took his eyes off the road for a moment, sparing a glance at Clint, who had all four cups in a drink tray on his lap.  “…….try not to spill those, okay?”

“Hey, my reflexes are amazing.”

“Yea, and you’re also tweaking on sugar.”

“………I see your point.”

Tony just shook his head, grinning.  It wasn’t long before they reached home.  Home, Tony thought, the word filling him with warmth and happiness.  Their home.  Not just his anymore.  Theirs.

He slid from the car, moving to help Clint out.  “Here…..give me that.”  He took the tray from Clint, and taking his elbow, helped him out of the car.  “How much longer you think you have until you crash?”

“Mmm….”  Clint squinted up at the sky as he pondered.  “……hour?  Hour and a half?”

“Well then, let’s get you inside.”

“Can I have more caffeinated cookie?”

“………I don’t know if that’s the best idea.”

“Awww!  Why not?”

Tony slid the drink tray into the fridge.  “Because you’ve had three already.  And when you crash, you’re gonna crash hard.  So if you have a fourth one, it’ll be even worse.”

Clint pouted at him.  “I hate when you make sense.”

Tony chuckled.  “Too bad.  Come on.  Let’s get you to bed.”


They headed down the hall towards Tony’s room, but when they reached it, Clint took a little leap onto the bed, bouncing on his tummy.  Tony burst out laughing.

“Oh my God, I think you need sugar more often.”

Clint rolled onto his back, grinning up at Tony.  “Why’s that?”

“Cuz it turns you into a giant twelve year old.”

“Hey!”  Clint threw a pillow at Tony, who dodged it, laughing.  “Asshole!”

“Yup.”  He bent down to pick up the pillow.

“I’m just enjoying my new bedroom.”

Tony froze, slowly looking up at Clint, who had pushed himself up to his elbows and was watching Tony, smiling.  “……bedroom?”

Clint nodded.  “Yup.  You invited me to move in, remember?”

“……I…..yea.  But you said you didn’t know if you wanted your own room or not….”

“Well, I decided I don’t.  I wanna sleep in here with you.”

The pillow dropped through Tony’s fingers to the floor, forgotten.  Tony was on the bed, kneeling over Clint, kissing him.  “I love you.”

Clint smiled, fingers trailing over Tony’s cheek.  “I love you, too.”  He tugged Tony into another kiss.

They kissed long and slow, and Clint’s hands were everywhere.  In Tony’s hair, kneading his back, finding their way beneath his shirt, where he raked his nails down Tony’s back and made the man gasp, breaking the kiss.

“Haa!  You fucker!”

Clint just laughed, and kissed Tony again.  “Mmhm.”

“Fuck…..that was……fuck.”

“Good ‘fuck’ or bad ‘fuck’?”

“Good ‘fuck’.  Definitely good.”


“Yea.”  But Tony had stopped.  Clint tugged at him to get his attention.  “…….I think we should get you in some pajamas.”

“What?  Why?”

“Cuz then when you crash, you’ll be comfortable.  Can’t be too comfy sleeping in your uniform.  Not that I’m at ALL objecting to how you look.”


“Hell no.  You know how much I love your uniform.”

“Oh, really?  I hadn’t noticed.”

Tony gave Clint a swat to the side of the head.  “Shut up.  Asshole.”

“Mmm……”  Clint rolled slowly beneath Tony, their bodies rubbing against each other in the most wonderful way, his hands still beneath Tony’s shirt, teasing along bare skin, and he didn’t miss the way Tony shivered.  “…….can’t I just be naked?”

“….ah…… might get cold.”

“So throw another blanket on me.”

Tony didn’t say anything at first, but Clint could tell he was trying not to smile.  “Fine.  Okay.  We can do naked.”

“Oh?  ‘We’?  S’that mean you’re going to get naked, too?”

“Don’t know…..would you like me to?”


Tony laughed at how immediate the answer was.  “Well, guess I can’t argue with that, can I.”

“No.  You can’t.”  He caught the bottom of Tony’s shirt and tugged it up and off.  Laughing, Tony went to work undoing the catches on Clint’s uniform, stripping him of each piece until he was completely naked.

“Mm……I think this was a good idea.”  He trailed a hand over Clint’s bare stomach, the strong muscles there.  “Goddamn.  You’ve got the best body ever.”

“Heh.  Thanks.”

“Mm.”  Tony leaned down, replacing his hand with his mouth, tongue teasing a line along Clint’s belly, feeling hands clenching in his hair.


Wicked brown eyes looked up at Clint.  “What.  I figured I should give you a housewarming present.”

Clint’s head fell back against the pillow with a groan.  “Fuck. “

Tony just laughed, his hot breath ghosting over Clint’s skin, and then he could feel that warmth moving lower, teasing over the head of his shaft before that wet heat enveloped him .  “Fuuuuuck,” the word was almost a hiss.

Tony had the best mouth in the world.  Clint had no idea how he did half the things he did.  Was there a school for this shit?  He felt that hot tongue tease along the underside of his cock and he moaned, eyes slipping shut.  “Fuck.  Tony.”

He felt Tony take him in hand, cupping his balls, gently stroking and teasing them.  And then Tony took him in deep, all the way, and how the fuck does he do that?

Somehow he managed to open his eyes, to focus them on Tony.  It was hard to do, but it was always worth it, to see that mouth at work.   “Fuck, Tony……got the most beautiful fucking mouth in the world, you know that?” Those brown eyes opened, and Clint felt a jolt of heat in his stomach as their eyes met.  Then something rolled through those eyes, something wicked, and before Clint could really wonder about it he felt Tony swallow, his throat restricting around Clint’s cock, and he felt his mind turn to mush as he came, hips bucking hard.  And thank God for that control he had struggled years to maintain, because he managed to keep his eyes open throughout, and watched Tony take every single bit, never pulling back, even as Clint thrust into his mouth.  Fuck all if that wasn’t the hottest thing ever.

Clint knew he was on the edge of crashing and God did he regret that.  Watching Tony, all he wanted was to shove him down into that mattress and fuck him until he couldn’t see straight.  But he could do nothing more than lay there, panting for breath, while Tony licked him clean, eliciting a tiny whimper.

After a moment, Tony came into view, smile on his face as he kissed Clint.   “Welcome home.”

And looking at that smile, at those beautiful brown eyes, Clint was reminded once again that this relationship, this man, was the best decision he’d ever made in his life.  He smiled.  “Can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”


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  1. sabrina

     /  July 7, 2012

    this is great! really enjoyed this story!

  2. Mairead

     /  July 7, 2012

    Yay! More awesomness!

  3. britewing

     /  July 7, 2012

    awww wonderful=)

  4. redneckmeetsgeek

     /  July 13, 2012

    Fantastic work! Incredibly hot!!

  5. Tabby

     /  September 29, 2012

    What a great housewarming gift. That was hot, but it always is with those two.

  6. paisley15

     /  October 29, 2012

    So sweet.


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