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Clint hopped into the car, and immediately Tony leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek. Clint had to laugh. “Hi.”
Brooklyn Park was full of people that day, and between Clint parachuting into the middle of the park and Tony driving his car right through the park, the two men really had managed to catch everyone’s attention.
“We should probably get out of here before the cops come.”
Clint still sounded a bit strange…..not quite like his normal self……but Tony figured he could get to the bottom of it later. They had the whole day. He reversed the car, pulling a 180 turn, and roared out of the park and back towards home.
Clint was incredibly silent the entire ride. It was truly strange. Tony glanced at him. “…….you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“No, you aren’t. And we’re gonna talk about it when we get home.”
Clint didn’t object, just fell silent again. He was silent the entire way home, and for once, Tony didn’t push him, just let him be. Until they got in the house, the door shutting behind them with a loud ‘click’.
“Okay, now what’s going on.”
Clint was avoiding Tony’s gaze. Tony sighed, grabbing Clint’s hand and dragging him down onto the couch. “Come on…..talk to me. What’s the problem?”
“I……..nothing. Just…….” Tony was waiting expectantly and Clint made a noise of frustration. “Goddammit, how do you deal with this?!”
Tony looked taken aback. “….deal with what?”
Clint couldn’t continue to sit next to Tony. He rose to his feet, crossing the room in about two steps, arms folded in discomfort. “……..I just…….I can’t…..fuck. I’m not used to being jealous, okay?”
Without even looking, Clint knew exactly what the expression on Tony’s face looked like. The surprise that would register in those beautiful brown eyes that he loved so much. “….jealous?” That same surprise was evident in his voice. “You’re jealous?”
“Shut the hell up.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not meaning to sound judgmental or anything.” Tony was moving closer, slow and quiet. “Jealous of what, though? Of Pepper?”
Clint felt that stab of jealousy flare through him. “Yes.”
“Because of that one photo I have?”
“Yes, okay? Yes, Goddammit. I know it’s stupid and I have no right but I can’t help it and FUCK, how do you do this?” He spun to face Tony, who still looked surprised, almost comically so.
“…….how do I do what?”
“You! You get jealous all the time! Fuck. How do you handle it? I think I’d fucking die. It’s impossible to think clearly like this.”
Tony smiled. “Well, first of all, I’m a genius.”
Clint couldn’t help it; he laughed. Tony’s smile grew at that, obviously relieved to see Clint beginning to calm down.
“Secondly, I’m rich, so when I’m in a bad mood, I can just go somewhere, break tons of shit, and it won’t matter, cuz I can just pay for new shit.”
Clint stared at him. “……spoiled fucking bastard.”
Tony laughed. “Yup.” He stepped in to wrap his around the other man, and Clint let him. Tony kissed him. “But we’re very fucking lucky that I’m the one who gets jealous more. In your line of work, you need your concentration more than I do.”
“…..yeah.” That made Clint feel somewhat mollified, but he still hated this feeling. Tony seemed to understand, and didn’t push the issue further.
“C’mon.” He softly stroked Clint’s hair. “You wanna watch a movie or something?”
“……you aren’t busy with work?”
Tony waved the suggestion away with his hand. “Nah. I was tinkering with some stuff, but it’s nothing important.”
“Tony, I don’t want to pull you away from your work…”
“Look, how about a compromise. We’ll put the movie on downstairs. That way we can watch it while I work. Deal?”
Clint smiled. “Deal.”
Tony pushed open the door to the lab, holding it for Clint to step through. The room looked vaguely as if it had been ransacked.
“Wow. This place is even messier than usual.”
“Yea, well, I was looking for that picture.”
Immediately, Clint glowered. “Yeah……that. Where is it?”
Too late, Tony realized what he had said. “Oh…..um…..over here.” He moved to one of the tables, but Clint beat him there, picking up the photo.
Tony hadn’t exaggerated about the pajamas. The negligee Pepper was wearing left barely a thing to the imagination. Her ample breasts nearly spilled from the top, and the skirt didn’t even cover her backside. She was posed with one of Tony’s cars, one knee and the palms of both hands up against the hood, bent over the car like a 1950s pin-up girl, her barely-there panties clearly on display.
Clint looked up at Tony, the photo still clutched tightly in his hands. Tony was trying very hard not to look concerned, and failing miserably. “Clint……can I have the picture back?”
Clint could think of a thousand different answers he would like to give, but none that were fair…not when he himself still admitted to checking out women. Silently, he handed over the picture. Tony took it and, without even glancing at it, set it aside, moving instead to Clint and pulling him into a hug, kissing him.
“I love you,” Tony said. “Only you. You know that, right?”
“….yeah. Yeah, I know.”
“You better.” Tony swatted Clint on the side of his head. “Don’t make me beat it into you.”
Clint laughed. “I’d kick your ass in five seconds flat.”
“I’d still make you learn the lesson somehow.” Tony moved to put the DVD in, pausing as the TV roared to life. His head was cocked ever so slightly, and he had that look on his face that he got whenever he had an idea. Generally, this look warned of trouble ahead.
“……what is it.”
Tony looked back at Clint, grinning. “….you know, I think YOU should pose with my cars.”
Clint thought he must have heard wrong. “What?”
“You heard me. You should take a picture for me like Pepper did, only better, cuz it’s you. You, shirtless, with my cars.”
Clint was shaking his head ‘no’ before Tony had even finished speaking. “No fucking way. Not happening.”
“Aww, you’re no fun.”
“I am LOADS of fun. But I am NOT taking pin-up pictures for you. That is totally not happening.”
“Party pooper.” Tony kicked a chair in Clint’s direction. “Sit and watch the movie.”
‘In the Line of Fire’ had already begun playing, courtesy of Jarvis, and Clint did as directed, settling in to watch John Malkovich work his magic. Tony crouched down on the floor over……whatever the hell it was he was working on. Clint wouldn’t have been able to guess if his life had depended on it.
He glanced at the table beside him, where the photo still lay. Stupid Pepper. Stupid stupid Pepper with her long legs and big tits and………fuck it.
Taking a chance, Clint elbowed over a beaker, right onto the photo. Turned out he’d made a good guess. Whatever chemical was in the beaker was definitely not one that should have been lying around uncapped (when would Tony ever start worrying about his own safety?). The liquid began promptly eating through the photo, and Clint watched with great pleasure as Pepper’s face dissolved.
“What was that?”
Clint spun to look at him. “Um……..whoops?”
“……. ‘whoops’ what?” Tony rose, eyeing Clint suspiciously.
“Whoops’ I may have accidentally ruined your picture.” Clint watched as Tony looked at the wet mess that used to be his photo, then turned his attention to Clint, who did his very best to look innocent. “……….what?”
“Okay, now you REALLY have to pose topless with my car.”
“Wait……..wait a second…..” Clint hadn’t planned on this.
“Nope. No arguing. You’re doing it.”
“No, Clint, you’re not weaseling your way out of this one. You ‘accidentally’ ruined my one copy of that picture; you get to replace it. With photos of you.”
And somehow, within half an hour, Clint found himself shirtless in Tony’s garage, standing amidst all the gorgeous renovated cars Tony owned.
“….Tony……I feel like an idiot.”
“Yea, well, you look fucking gorgeous.” Tony was fiddling with the camera around his neck. “Okay. Now go pose.”
“……..I don’t know how to ‘pose’.”
“I’m sure you’ve looked through dirty magazines.”
“……..I am NOT posing like that.”
“Yea you are. Go to work.”
Clint just stood there, feeling so completely and ridiculously stupid, but there was no way Tony was going to budge, and in a way, he knew that he had to do this. He had told Tony that it was okay to keep the photo…..and then he had destroyed it. Though he had never been expecting to wind up in this situation because of it.
Clint was stirred from his thoughts by Tony’s voice.
“Come on. Start posing.”
Clint sighed. “You’re so evil sometimes.”
“You bet your knickers.”
“I already have my shirt off, there’s no way I’m going to risk losing my ‘knickers’, too.”
“Aww, you’re no fun.”
Clint tried to recall any of the photos he had ever seen before in magazines, but his mind was curiously blank. He decided to start with the one image that he did have in his head: what Pepper had been doing in that photo. As he posed, he heard a long, low whistle.
“Damn! And you said you weren’t into pin-up pictures!”
Clint could feel his cheeks flushing. “Fuck you, Stark.”
“Ooh, we’re back on a last name basis again, are we?”
“Just take your damn picture.”
“Pictures. Plural. You’re gonna give me more than just one.” But there was a flash as the camera went off. “Come on, give me more.”
“You fucking suck, you know that?”
“And you are showing a severe lack of imagination.” Tony took another picture. “C’mon, Clint….s’that the best you got?”
Immediately that competitive spirit roared to life. Glaring at Tony, Clint struck another pose.
“Oh, there we go! Fuck. You’ve got the most amazing body in the world, you know that?”
Tony laughed. “Here……turn a bit more to your right.” Amazingly, Clint obliged. “Yea….damn. Okay, now arch your back a little.” Clint did, and Tony swore. “Goddamn, your back!”
Clint glanced over his shoulder. “My back? Seriously?”
“Your back is fucking hot.”
“……you ARE shitting me right now, right?”
“…….you’re getting off on my back.”
“Shut the fuck up, your back is sexy.” Clint just stared at Tony, who looked defensively back. “…….what.”
“Nothing. You’re just weird.”
“Am not.” Tony moved closer, circling behind Clint, running a hand over his back, feeling the muscles shift beneath the skin. “……Goddamn.”
Clint bit back a laugh. “You’re really, really weird.”
“Fuck you.” Tony moved away, back to where he had stood before, and pulled out a stool to sit down. “Start posing again.”
Clint sighed, striking another pose. “…..Tony…….what are you going to do with these?”
Tony didn’t even pause, camera still up to his eye. “Sell ‘em on eBay.”
Clint immediately stopped. “I swear to God I will fucking KILL you.”
Tony burst out laughing. “You actually think I’d want to share your hot body with anyone else?”
Clint just glowered. “That’s still not something you should even JOKE about. Ebay……fucking hell, Tony.”
Tony was grinning like mad. Clint shook his head, grumbling to himself, but resumed posing.
“Nah,” Tony spoke up from behind the camera, “actually, I thought they’d make a nice Christmas gift for Coulson, spruce up his office a bit.”
“Ooh, the reaction to that suggestion wasn’t NEARLY so hostile. You not so concerned about Coulson having pin-up photos of you?”
“Tony, if Coulson ever actually had photos of me that were even REMOTELY like this, I would fucking kill him. And whoever gave them to him.”
Tony set the camera aside on a workbench, grinning. “I guess we’re safe, then. Cuz I’m never giving copies to anyone. These are for my eyes only. As are you.”
Smiling, Clint moved over to Tony was sitting on a work stool. “Yeah?”
Tony slid his arms around Clint’s waist. “Yea.”
Clint leaned down and kissed Tony softly. “Good. I’m holding you to that promise. Those pictures stay with you. ALL of them.”
Tony laughed. “I promise, I promise. No one else sees them. Ever.”
Clint opened the door to the lab and stopped dead in his tracks. All four walls were covered with framed copies of the photos he had posed for with Tony’s car. He simply stood there for a moment, staring, fish-mouthing, trying to find words, but in the end, only one came.
The man came in from the back room, seeing the shock and irritation in Clint’s eyes and immediately bursting into laughter. “I take it you like my new art?”
“NO. No, I don’t. Tony, what the fuck?! No one was ever supposed to see these!”
“And no one will but you! Who else do you think comes down in the lab? Only you.”
There was no point denying that, really, but still. “Okay, but why’d you have to hang them up everywhere, anyway?”
“They inspire me while I work!”
Clint glared, but Tony just smiled back at him, and Clint knew he wasn’t going to win this argument. He sighed, shaking his head. “……Tony…..”
“Well, I figured it was better than hanging them in the living room.”
“……yeah. Good point. Thanks for controlling yourself there.”
“Sir, Miss Potts is here to see you.”
Clint’s eyes instantly grew comically wide with horror; he whirled towards the door. Pepper was just reaching it.
“Tony, I have some papers for y…” But she didn’t get to finish her sentence, and only had one foot in the door when Clint reached her, shoving her back out into the hallway.
“NOTHING TO SEE HERE!” Clint was using his body to block as much of the view as he could, which wasn’t much, considering the doors and walls were made of glass. Pepper was completely taken aback.
“I have some papers for Tony to sign…”
“I’ll take them. He’ll get them back to you within the hour.” Clint yanked the papers from Pepper’s hands, giving her a shove up the stairs, and returned to the lab, red faced and flustered, the papers a crumpled mess in his hands. He looked at Tony, who was staring at him. “……….what.”
Tony burst into laughter. Clint’s eyes narrowed. “I hate you so fucking much.”
“No you don’t,” Tony managed through gasps of laughter. “You love me.”
Clint sighed. “Sad, but true.” He put the papers down on one of the tables and moved to Tony, fingers running through that messy brown hair. Tony let out a little sigh, eyes slipping shut at the touch. He wrapped his arms around Clint’s waist and his hands slipped beneath the man’s shirt, gently kneading his back.
Clint only really comprehended what Tony was doing when the man made a happy little noise. Then the realization hit. “…….you are SO fucking weird.”
“I am not!”
“Yeah you are! What IS it with you and my fucking back?!”
“Your back is amazing!” Tony’s fingers were dancing across Clint’s flesh, tracing every muscle. “Seriously it’s like……fuck. There are no words.”
Clint just shook his head, grinning. “Fucking freak.”
“Not.” Tony nuzzled Clint’s jaw line, his throat, eliciting a happy hum.
“Mm….so…….I bet that means you’d really like it if I fucked you somewhere where there’s a mirror, so you could see over my shoulder while we fuck, get a real good look?” Clint felt Tony freeze beneath him.
“You heard me.”
Tony pulled back to look Clint in the eye. Those brown eyes were full of hope and heat. “……………really?”
Tony’s cheeks flushed, the desire evident on his face. “…….fuck. Fuck. Yea. I’d like that. A lot.”
“Hnn.” Clint brushed a lock of brown hair out of Tony’s eyes, smile taking on a heated edge. “Well, then…….maybe we should get to it.”
In case anyone is wondering about the back fetish……watch ‘Twelve and Holding’ starring Jeremy Renner. I have a thing for backs, and that man’s back……sweet Jesus. Back porn. Here. Here’s a photo for you. (Yes, I paused it and took a picture of the screen. And it is currently the background on my ipod. Got a problem with that?) And yes, it is probably sad that I freak out more over his back than I do over his ass. Oh well. I’m a sad person. Enjoy!^^