Adventures in Baking: Chapter 2

The kitchen was a mess, batter and frosting and dirty dishes everywhere.  That was going to have to wait for tomorrow, though.  Clint wanted cupcakes, and Tony, and bed.


Tony set aside the bowl of frosting, wiping his hands off as best he could, and headed to the door.  Whatever was outside, it couldn’t be dangerous, or Jarvis would have informed him, but he swore he heard something….

Tony pulled the door open……and there was Clint, arms full of food.

Clint stared at Tony with wide eyes, taking in the sight of the man.  Tony was a mess, his jeans and t-shirt covered in cake batter, not to mention frosting, and there was chocolate batter spattered across his face, his arms, even in his hair.

Clint’s lips twitched; Tony’s eyes narrowed.  “Don’t even think about it,” he warned.  But it was too late.  Clint burst into hysterical laughter.  Tony pursed his lips.  “Yea, yea, laugh it up.  Asshole.”

Clint struggled for a breath.  “…oh my God.  Ha.  Fuck Tony.”  He looked Tony over again, huge grin on his face.  Tony just glowered at him.  “……you really made a mess of yourself.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Clint laughed.  “No.  Dumbass.”  He stepped in and kissed Tony softly.  Tony, ever the stubborn one, resisted for a moment, but only a moment, quickly softening into the kiss, opening to Clint.  Clint pulled away with a happy noise.  “…you taste like chocolate.”

Tony smiled.  “I was baking.  Tasted the batter a couple times.”

Clint chuckled, kissing him again.  “Well, I think we should get some real food into you.”  He shut the front door, giving Tony another cursory glance.  “…….maybe get you cleaned up too.”

Tony laughed.  “Oh yea?  You think?”

“Mm.  Probably a good plan.”  Clint set the bag down on the counter.  “Here.  I’m gonna go run you a bath.”

“Oh, a bath, huh?”

“Yup.  Gonna scrub you down.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that.”

Clint’s laughter could be heard as he headed down the hall.  Tony moved to the bags, inhaling deeply.  Chinese.  He smiled.

Clint returned, moving up behind Tony, arms slipping around his waist.  “Okay?”

“Fucking perfect.”

“Good.”  Clint nuzzled behind Tony’s ear.  “….c’mon.  Grab the food and let’s go.”

Tony turned to Clint, surprised.  “….what?”

Clint grinned.  “We’re taking the food in the tub.  Dinner and a bath.  Sound good?”

Tony laughed.  “You’re crazy, you know that?”

“Oh yeah.”  He tugged at Tony’s shirt.  “C’mon.”

Shaking his head, Tony grabbed the bag, smile on his face.  “Coming.”

The tub was nearly full when they reached the bathroom.  Tony stared at it, turning to look at Clint with a surprised smile.  “Bubbles?  You made me a bubble bath?”


Tony grinned.  “You’re adorable.”

“Shut the hell up.”

“No.  You are.  Dork.”

“Shut up or I won’t feed you.”

“Yeah you will.  You’ll feed me or I won’t give you any cupcakes.”

“Oh, you asshole.”

“Hey, you started it.”  Tony shrugged out of his shirt.  He grinned at Clint.  “Your threats mean nothing tonight.”

Clint gave an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head.  “Damn cupcakes.”

Tony laughed.  “Hey, those cupcakes are gonna be epic.”

“I know.  That’s why it sucks.  I have to behave or I won’t get any.”

“Damn straight.”  Tony climbed into the tub, sighing happily, eyes slipping shut in ecstasy.  “Mm……feels nice.”  There was clicking sound and he opened his eyes.  “……what was that?”  His voice was suspicious.

Clint grinned.  He had his phone in his hand.  “Nothing.  Just taking a picture.”

Tony’s eyes widened.  “You did not.  Clint, you fucking asshole.”

Clint just burst into laughter.  “Come on…I had to.  You look hilarious.  And adorable.”

Tony glowered.  “I hate you so much right now.”

“You do not.”  Clint sat down beside the tub and began unpacking food.

“Wanna bet?”

“No.  No point.  I’ll win.”  He handed over a carton and some chopsticks.  “Now eat.

Tony’s face lit up.  “Kung po chicken!”

Clint chuckled at his excitement.  “Yeah.  There’s some crab Rangoon here, too.”

“Oh man, you’re the best.”

“Ha!  What happened to hating me?”

“……..shut up.”

Clint just laughed, digging into his lo mein.    Tony really did look cute as hell, surrounded by bubbles, chocolate smudges still on his face, hair a mess.  Clint was glad he’d gotten a picture.  He wondered when the hell he had become such a sap.  Dammit, Tony.  It was all Tony’s fault for being so damn loveable.

Speaking of Tony……  “You’re really putting that away.”

Tony looked up at Clint, uncomprehending.  “Hmm?” he asked, mouth full.  Clint shook his head.

“You’re gonna make yourself sick eating that fast.  When was the last time you ate?”

Tony was silent, that pensive look coming over his face, and Clint sighed.  “You’re impossible, you know that?

“Hey, I’m sorry!  I don’t think it was THAT long ago…..I’m just really hungry.”

“Yeah well for you, not that long ago could mean a week.”

“Hey, be fair.  You haven’t been gone a week.  You’d know if I hadn’t eaten in a week.”

Clint gave Tony a punch to the shoulder.  “You know what I mean.”

“Well you’re being ridiculous.  You’ve only been gone….what…..a day and a half?  Obviously it hasn’t been THAT long since I’ve eaten.”

“…….Tony.  If the last time you ate was the muffin I practically forced down your throat before I left Tuesday morning……”  Clint shook his head.  “You’re such a fucking pain in the ass.”

“Hey, you have to admit, it’s better than I usually do.”

That was true.  Still….  “Yeah, but that’s only because I came home so soon.  If I hadn’t come home, you probably would’ve gone another five days.”

“……….you don’t know that.”

Clint growled in exasperation.  “Fucking dumbass.”

“Hey!”  Tony splashed water at Clint.  “I’m brilliant.”

“And a dumbass.”  Clint set aside his carton of lo mein, nearly empty now.  “Honestly, I don’t know how Pepper put up with you for so long.”  He reached out, his thumb brushing away a smudge of chocolate batter from just under Tony’s eye.

Tony smiled, watching as Clint licked the chocolate from his finger.  “No one does.”

Clint took Tony’s empty food carton, setting it aside.  “She’s seriously some kind of saint.”  Rising, he began shedding his clothing.

“Don’t know about that.  I mean, she’s good, but she can be a pretty big pain in the ass, too.”  Tony watched Clint strip.  “… joining me?”

Yeah, I’m joining you.  Gonna clean you up.”

Tony smiled.  “Sounds good.”

Clint stepped into the tub.  “I thought so.”  He settled down into the tub behind Tony, wrapping his legs around the man’s waist, arms around his chest, pulling him close.  With a happy noise, Tony wriggled back against him.  Clint kissed his cheek, resting his chin on Tony’s shoulder.

“Mmm,” Tony hummed happily.  “This is nice.  We should do this more often.”

Clint chuckled.  “What…..baths?”


“Well, you’ve got a big enough tub for it.”

We’ve got a big enough tub for it,” Tony corrected.

Clint smiled.  “Yeah….we.”  He stroked Tony’s hair, running his fingers through it.  He dipped his other hand into the water, cupping a handful and raising it to Tony’s cheek, gently beginning to wash his face clean.  With Tony pressed so tight against him, Clint could feel as well as hear his chuckle.  “What.”

“Nothing.  You’re just wonderful.”

“Damn straight.”

Tony laughed at that, snuggling even further back into the curve of Clint’s body, relaxing against the man as Clint continued to carefully wash all the cake batter off.  Once he was done, Clint moved on to Tony’s hair, gently wetting it and scrubbing it with the soft, sweetly scented shampoo.  He quickly had Tony purring as he ran his fingers along the man’s scalp, massaging.

“God, Clint.”


“Nothing.  Just.  Love you.”

Clint chuckled.  “I love you, too.  Watch your eyes.  Gonna rinse.”  Tony already had his eyes closed, but he obediently kept them shut.  Even so, Clint shielded them with one hand as he used the other to pour water over Tony’s hair, making sure to get out every bit of shampoo.  Afterwards, he leaned in to kiss Tony’s temple, murmuring “There.  All clean.”

Those brown eyes opened, and Tony looked over his shoulder, smiling at Clint.  “Thanks.  You’re amazing.”

“Mm.”  Clint leaned in to kiss Tony.  “You’re welcome.  Now….”  He stroked some of that wet brown hair out of Tony’s eyes.  “….what do you say we get out of this tub and go try those cupcakes of yours?”

Tony smiled.  “Sounds good.”  He climbed carefully from Clint’s lap, taking the archer’s battle-calloused hands and helping him to his feet.  Clint wrapped Tony in a towel, unable to resist kissing him again.  Tony looked totally adorable when he was soaking wet.  He always did.

“Why don’t you go get in your pajamas,” Clint suggested.  “Your clothes are a mess, and it’s getting late, anyway.  I’ll grab us each a cupcake and meet you in the bedroom.”

“Sounds like a plan.”  Tony kissed Clint.  “See you in a minute.”  And he left the room, looking deliciously wet and tousled.

Clint headed to the kitchen.  The room was a mess, batter and frosting and dirty dishes everywhere.  That was going to have to wait for tomorrow, though.  He wanted cupcakes, and Tony, and bed.  He took two cupcakes and put the rest into a Tupperware container so that they wouldn’t get stale, and then moved to the bedroom.

Tony was in his Pokemon pajamas.  They were covered in Psyducks.  Clint really had no idea where he found these things.

“Here,”  Clint tugged back the blankets.  “Under the covers.”  Smiling, Tony obeyed, slipping into bed.

“You’re gonna come to bed too, right?”  Tony watched as Clint slipped into a pair of his own pajamas.

“Yeah.  Cupcakes first, though.”

“Of course cupcakes first!”  Tony held out his hands, and Clint handed over a cupcake, sitting down beside Tony, finally taking a moment to get a real look at the cupcake.

Tony really had done a damn good job on them, especially considering how terrible Tony usually was in the kitchen.  His omlettes were a disaster, and omlettes were a meal that sort of looked like a mess in general.  Somehow Tony made them even uglier.  But these cupcakes were a work of art, the frosting a delicate flowery swirling pattern.

Tony was watching Clint, gauging his reaction.  Clint smiled at him.  “They look amazing.”

Tony smiled.  “Yea?  Really?”

“Yeah.  Seriously… did you make these?  You’re sure you made these?”

Yea I’m sure!”

“Seriously?  Cuz usually when you cook, it looks like you dropped it.  And stepped on it.  And maybe sat on it.”

Tony glared.  “Asshole.”

Clint laughed, leaning in to kiss Tony.  “I love you.”

“Still an asshole.”

Clint grinned.  “Yeah, but you knew that.”  He peeled the paper off the cupcake, taking another moment to look at the swirling pattern of chocolate and yellow cake.  Tony had done an amazing job on that, too.  Then he took a bite.  “…….oh my God.”

“Good?”  Tony sounded slightly anxious.

“Hell yeah, good!  Damn.”

Tony looked relieved.  “Fuck.  Awesome.”  He took a bite of his own, smiling.  “…….awesome.”

“Yeah.” Clint smiled.  “You did a good job.”

Tony grinned.  “Yea, well……told you they were gonna be epic.”

Clint laughed.  “And you’re so modest.”

“Oh, always.”  Tony finished off the cupcake.  “……y’know, I think we should always have cupcakes before bed.”

Clint laughed again.  “Oh yeah?”

“Yea.  New tradition.”

“Mm……guess you’ll be doing a lot of baking, then.”

“Ha!  Okay, maybe not every night.  I don’t have enough time to do that.  But yea…..cupcakes in bed.”

Clint smiled.  “Sounds good to me.”

“Cupcakes and snuggling,” Tony said pointedly.

“Oh?  Snuggling, too?”

“Yea.  Now get your ass over here.”

Laughing, Clint crawled into bed next to Tony, tugging the covers up over both of them and pulling Tony into his arms.  “There.  Better?”

“Mm.  Much.”

Clint stroked Tony’s hair, still damp, and kissed his forehead.  “Sleep,” he said.

Tony chuckled.  “Okay, okay.”  He snuggled closer to Clint, trying to bite back a little yawn.  “Love you.”

Smiling, Clint kissed Tony.  “I love you, too.”


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  1. I love it! So sweet lol its awesome and cute! Love you and this!!!

  2. Jo

     /  August 1, 2012

    Now I have a craving for cupcakes 😀

    • LOL then I have done my job. XD

      Yea tho, that’s sort of where this one came from. Most of these stories begin with something that either J2 or I are doing at the time, and I really wanted a cupcake. And I did in fact make the Tony cupcakes. And they were very pretty. Though in my mind, his still look prettier. XD

  3. paisley15

     /  November 12, 2012

    I love this one! My fav part was, oddly enough, at the beginning when it said that Clint’s lips twitched and Tony narrowed his eyes. I don’t really like BDSM or any stories where one person in a relationship is terrified of angering his significant partner, but I do like when that one person is kinda wary sometimes. As long as it doesn’t hinder they’re relationship.

    What fic was it that Clint texted something and Tony was all like, “Wrong answer”? Cause that’s kind of what I mean.

    • I think you’re talking about Chapter 1 of “Repression”, though I’m not certain. And did you mean that’s an example of what you like or don’t like?

  4. paisley15

     /  November 13, 2012

    It is Repression! Thanks! It’s an example of what I like.

  5. Windstorm124

     /  January 19, 2014

    I’m still laughing at the thought of Tony covered in cupcake batter. (grins) The ending though, was absolutely adorable. In so many ways. And now, I want a cupcake. (sighs)


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