Porn: Chapter 2

The walk to the exit felt like a dream.  Clint couldn’t get his mind off the image of Tony at his apartment, on his knees between Clint’s legs, that hot mouth on his cock. 

https://nuwandasnicket.wordpress.com/2012/06/29/porn-chapter-1

(This takes place before Tony and Clint move in together, though I think that should be obvious.)

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Clint entered the house, looking around.  “Tony?”  Silence was the only response.  “You still in the bedroom?”  He headed down the hallway.

Tony was lying on the bed, eyes shut, obviously pretending to be asleep, but it was a very dramatic sort of sleep.  He was posed like some kind of heroine in a romance novel.

Clint laughed at the sight.  “…..Tony…….what are you doing.”

Tony’s lips barely moved as he spoke, obviously wanting to keep up the charade of sleeping.  “I’m broken, remember.  I need a magic kiss to fix me.”

Clint shook his head, grinning.  “You are so ridiculous.”  But he leaned in, stroking Tony’s cheek softly, and kissed him.  Tony’s lashes fluttered, brown eyes opening to smile up at Clint.  Clint smiled back.  “You fixed now?”

“Mm.”  Tony reached up to cup Clint’s face, pulling him in for another kiss.  “….think so.”

“Good.”  Clint gave Tony another quick kiss.  “Cuz I’m hungry.”

Tony laughed.  “Yea, yea, okay.  Let’s go get you some sushi.”

Clint grinned.  “Sounds good.”  Taking Tony’s hand, he tugged him up off the bed.  “C’mon.”

“Coming.”

Tony slipped on his shoes and jacket, and they headed to the garage.  Tony moved towards the Acura, then paused.

“………you wanna drive?”

Clint stared at him.  “…..you………are you serious?”

“Yea, I’m serious.”

“………you’d let me drive your car.”

“Yea.”

“Your Acura.”

“Yea.”

“Your baby.”

“Clint, take the damn keys.”

Clint was still staring; a smile slowly spread across his face.  He held out his hand, and Tony handed over the keys, smiling back at him.

Clint slipped into the driver’s side, hands admiringly stroking the wheel, the smooth, sleek dashboard.  He saw Tony watching him, grinning at him, and he shook his head, smiling.  “I can’t believe you’re letting me drive your precious car.”

Tony laughed.  “Hey.  Asshole.  I trust you.”

“Yeah?  With your baby?  Really?”  Clint knew that Tony trusted him, but it was still surprising.  Tony was ridiculously protective of his cars.  True, Clint had driven the Audi before, but that was at the Abbington Gala, when there’d been no choice.  Tony had been drunk.  Well……he had THOUGHT Tony was drunk.  Turns out he’d been pretending.

Yea.  Really.”  Tony punched Clint’s shoulder.  “Idiot.  I trust you more than anything.”

Clint smiled.  “Yeah?”

Tony gave him a look.  “You are SUCH an idiot.  Don’t make me punch you again.”

“Hey!”

“I trust you with my life.  You think I’m not going to trust you with my car?”

Clint laughed.  “Okay, okay!”  He gunned the car, enjoying the feeling of the engine roaring to life.  It really was a gorgeous car.

Tony rolled down the windows.  It was sunny out, and breezy, and Jarvis let Clint know what roads to take before he even had to ask.  Before too long, he was turning into the parking lot of a Japanese restaurant.  The sign read ‘Brushstroke’, and it looked pretty fancy.  Clint immediately wondered if he was underdressed.  He saw Tony looking at him, and could tell Tony knew exactly what he was worrying about.

Tony shook his head, grinning.  “You look fine.”  He leaned in, hand cupping the back of Clint’s head and pulling him in for a soft kiss.

Clint pulled away, smiling.  “Okay.  If you’re sure.”

“Positive.”

“Okay.”  Clint found Tony’s hand, giving it a squeeze.  “C’mon, then.”

At the door, they were greeted by a woman in full geisha dress.  Clint’s eyes widened…he couldn’t help it.  He’d never been to a restaurant where the waitresses went to such extravagant lengths.

He sensed Tony watching him and turned.  “….what?”

“You better not be checking her out.”

“For your information, I was looking at the kimono.”

“Oh, right, because THAT one’s gonna fly.”

Clint opened his mouth to retort, but then he saw Tony smiling and realized the man was giving him a hard time.  “……asshole.”

Tony laughed.  The waitress was smiling, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.  Clint wasn’t sure if she had heard their conversation or if she was just confused by them in general.  “If you’ll just follow me….?”

“A private room, please.”

“Yes, Mr. Stark.”

Clint glanced at Tony as they followed the waitress.  “Mr. Stark?” he echoed.  “They know you here?”

Tony did that shrug-nod.  “I like this place.”

Before Clint could ask the question on his lips, the waitress stopped in front of what looked like one of those traditional sliding screen Japanese doors.  She knelt, just like a real Japanese geisha, and slid the door open.  It led to a small room, big enough for a party of maybe ten at most, and the table was low to the floor, like a real Japanese table, with pillows for chairs.  But when Clint moved to sit, he saw that there was an opening in the floor where the table was, so you could actually sit down like at a normal table.  It was an illusion, giving the appearance of a traditional Japanese table with the comfort of an American one.

The waitress set out their menus and, with a little bow, left, sliding the door shut behind her.  Clint just stared wordlessly at Tony.  Tony raised his brows.  “…..good?  Or bad?  What’s that face?”

“…..this is really fucking cool.”

Tony smiled.  “I was hoping you’d like it.”

“I do.  Damn.  It’s awesome.”  Clint looked around the room, at the paper screen doors, at the scrollwork art on the wall.  Tony’s voice broke his thoughts.

“You looked like you were going to say something before.  On our way to the room.”

Oh.  Right.  Clint looked at Tony.  “You said you like this place.  You come here a lot?”

Tony nodded.  “Yea.”  He looked as though he knew where Clint was heading with this question.

“……with dates?”

Tony was silent for a long moment, simply looking at Clint.  “….a few times.  But not with anyone casual.  Only with the few people I’ve been in a real relationship with….like Pepper.”  His gaze was very serious, gauging Clint’s reaction.  “…..is that okay?”

Clint thought about it and realized that yes, it was okay.  He had sort of expected it to bother him, but it didn’t.  He nodded.  “Yeah.”

“…really?”

“Yeah.  I mean….if it was just with random women, it would’ve been different, I think.  But it’s not.  You came here with people who were special to you.”

Tony smiled, happy that Clint understood.  “Yea.  Exactly.”  He reached across the table, taking Clint’s hand.  “And I’m never going to come here with anyone else again.  No one else but you.”

Smiling, Clint leaned across the table, Tony leaning in to meet him for a soft kiss.  There was a soft sound behind them, and Clint pulled away to see the waitress entering again.  She gave no sign that she had seen them, simply gave another little bow.

“Are you ready to order?  Or would you like a few more minutes?”

……oh.  The menu.  Clint hadn’t even looked at the menu yet.

“I think we’ll take a few more minutes, please.  Can we get some sake, please?  Slightly chilled.”

The woman gave another of those little bows and left the room.  Clint looked to Tony.  “Sake?  Is that that Japanese beer?”

Tony smiled.  “Wine, actually.  Rice wine.”

“…….rice wine?”

“Yea.  I mean, it’s classified as wine.”  Clint was giving Tony the strangest look.  Tony laughed.  “Trust me, it’s good.  I think you’ll like it, anyway.”

Clint was still looking at Tony with skepticism, but he shook his head.  “Okay.  I’ll take your word on it.”  He perused the menu.  It was huge, more types of sushi than he had ever seen before.

The waitress returned, carefully setting a bottle on the table, along with two of the tiniest cups Clint had ever seen.  They were even smaller than shot glasses.

“Are you ready to order?”

“I think so.”  Tony looked at Clint.  Clint nodded.  The waitress turned her attention to him.

“Ah….can I get the Dragon Roll and the Temaki?”  He sensed Tony looking at him.  “….what?”

“Get more if you want.  It’s cool.”

“Yeah?”  Clint looked at the menu again.  “Um.  The Spider Roll and the Salmon Roll.  And extra wasabi on the side.”  Tony was smiling.  “….what?”

Tony shook his head.  “Nothing.”  He looked to the waitress.  “The Kappa Maki, please, and the Hamachi.  Oh, and a side of gyoza.”  He gathered both menus and handed them over.

As soon as the waitress left, Clint reached across the table and gave Tony a shove.  “What was that about?”

“What was what about?”

“You were laughing!”

“I was not.  I was smiling.”

“You know what I mean.  What was so funny.”

“You.”  Tony smiled.  “You like really spicy sushi, huh.”

“……so?”

Tony shook his head.  “Nothing.  Just…..I don’t know.  I like it.  It’s cute.  Don’t know why.  Just is.”

Clint glared.  “It is not.  I hate you.”

“It is too, and you do not.”  Tony carefully poured each of them a tiny glass of sake.  “….just a heads up, you’re not kissing me after all that wasabi.”

Clint shook his head.  “You know, the way you’re being right now, I don’t know that I WANT to kiss you.”  He picked up the tiny glass of sake and tossed it back, just like a shot.  When he set the glass down, he saw Tony staring at him with wide eyes.  “…..what?” he demanded.

“……..you’re not supposed to do shots of sake.”

“Then why are the glasses so damn tiny?”

“You’re supposed to sip it slowly!”

“Well, that’s stupid.”

“……Clint……sake has one of the highest alcohol contents of any alcoholic beverage.”  Tony still had that wide-eyed look on his face.  Clint was starting to wonder if maybe he should be concerned as well.  “…..it’s really not a drink you should fuck around with.”

“…..um…..okay?”

“Yea…..no more shots…..okay?”

Clint gave Tony a look.  “Tony…..I’m not some college frat boy.  I know how to drink.”

Tony just stared at Clint for a moment, then shook his head with a sigh.  “Fine.  Learn the hard way, like I did.”

That caught Clint’s attention.  “…..like you did?”

“Yea.  Business trip to Japan.  Some of the clients and I hit a karaoke bar afterwards.  Damn, I don’t know what it is with them and karaoke, but they like it a lot.  These very quiet guys got progressively louder and went from cautioning me against doing shots to cheering me on.  Got a lot of vague memories of a bar or two after that, maybe three, God, who knows how many….a strip club…..some other kind of club…thing…I don’t know what it was, I just remember a fuck ton of flashing lights and loud music.  Everything gets a bit blurry after that.  And then the next morning I wake up in bed with two women I’d never seen before and the worst hangover I’ve ever had in my entire fucking life.”

Clint stared.  “………wow.”

“Yea.  The tabloids had a field day.  I didn’t read them…..half of what they write is usually bullshit, anyway……so I still don’t really know what it is I did that night.”  Tony took a sip of sake.

Clint looked at the glass in his hand.  Tony had one of the highest tolerance levels of anyone he had ever met.  If sake shots could make Tony do that….Clint wasn’t sure he wanted to know what they would do to him.  “……yeah…..maybe I should just stick with drinking it the normal way.”

Tony smiled.  “Thanks.  I……thanks.  Maybe some night we’ll get some and can do shots at home?  But when we’re out, I’d rather play it safe.”

Clint returned the smile.  “Oh?  Get plastered at home?”

“Sound good?”

“Oh, I think it sounds great.”

Tony laughed.  “Okay, then.  I’ll make sure and buy some sake.”

“Awesome.”

The door slid open and the waitress entered with their dinner, setting a plate before each of them.  “Enjoy.”  She left, shutting the door behind them, and they were alone in their little room.

The sushi looked amazing.  Clint picked up his chopsticks, lifting the first roll of sushi, admiring it before taking a bite.  It tasted as good as it looked.

He realized Tony was watching him again.  “……what.”

Tony smiled.  “Nothing.  Just….I dunno.  There’s something really sexy about you eating with chopsticks.”

Clint looked away.  He could feel his cheeks flushing.  “……shut up.”

“No.  It’s true.”  Tony picked up his own chopsticks, slowly twirling them in his fingers, still watching Clint.  “I think it’s cuz of your hands.”

“…..my hands?”

“Yea.  You’ve got such skilled hands.  All your fighting.  Your shooting…..the guns, the archery….your knife work……your hands may be calloused from all your work, but they’re very graceful.”

Clint realized that somewhere along the line he had looked up, was staring at Tony, and his face was aflame, burning with blush.  “…..I…”  He looked down at his plate.  “…..thank you.”

And then Tony took Clint’s hand, bringing it to his lips, softly kissing it.  Clint looked up at him.  Tony smiled.  “I love you.”

Clint had to smile back.  “I love you too.”

Tony kissed Clint’s hand once more before releasing it.  “Okay….let’s enjoy our food.”  He pulled his own plate closer.  Clint got a good look at it for the first time.

“…..what are those?”

“Gyoza.  They’re dumplings with pork and cabbage.”  Tony lifted one, offering it to Clint.  “You wanna try?”

Clint pondered it for a moment, then shrugged.  “Sure.”  He accepted the dumpling, taking a bite, chewing thoughtfully.  “…….that’s pretty good.”

Tony smiled.  “I always liked them.”  The smile grew.  “You sure you like them?  They’re not spicy.”

Clint glowered.  “Shut up.”

Tony laughed, spearing another dumpling.  “You know I love you.”

“You’re still an ass.”  Clint dug into his sushi platter.  There was a lot there, but he was starving.  He knew he’d have no trouble finishing it.

Tony didn’t seem to be having any problem either.  He had already almost finished his gyoza.  Clint refilled their sake glasses.  Tony smiled.

“Thank you.”  He sipped the sake.  “Is the sushi good?”

Clint nodded.  “Yeah.  It’s great.  This is a really great place.”

“I’m glad you like it.”  Tony moved on to his sushi.  “We don’t go out enough.  We really should go out to dinner more.  Or the theatre.  Do you like the theatre?”

“I don’t really know.  I’ve never really been.”

“Would you like to?”

Clint thought about it.  “…..I’d like to try it.  I mean……I like movies, when I have the time to go……..which I never do anymore.  And I enjoyed the circus while I was there.  So yeah…..I’d like to check it out.”

Tony smiled.  “Okay.  We’ll have to look into it.  It’s not like we don’t have access to a ton of different theatres.”

Clint arched a brow.  “Oh?”

“Well, yea.  I do have a plane.”

Clint stared.  “……..you’re going to fly us to wherever in the world you find a show you think I’d like?”

“………..yea?”

Clint felt that warm fluttering that only Tony had ever made him feel.  “……..you……you are just……”

“…….just….?”

Clint leaned across the table, hands cupping Tony’s face, kissing him, pulling away with a smile.  “Just.”

Tony laughed.  “I’m guessing by the kiss that ‘just’ is a good thing?”

“In this case, yes.  There are a lot of words to go with this ‘just’.  ‘Wonderful’ is one.  ‘Amazing’.  A hell of a lot more.”

“…..because I want to take you to the theatre?”

“Because you’re willing to go to those lengths to take me to a show you think I’ll like.”

“Of course I will.  I love you.”

“Yup.  And that makes you ‘just’.”

Tony laughed.  “Ass.”  He leaned in to kiss Clint.

“Thought you weren’t gonna kiss me when I was eating all this wasabi.”

“Mm…..I reconsidered.”

“Lucky me.”

“You bet.”  Tony looked at Clint’s empty plate.  “Wow, you really polished that off.”

“Hey, I was hungry!”

Tony laughed.  “Guess so.”  Clint reached over and speared a piece of Tony’s kappa maki.  “Hey!”  Tony swatted at Clint’s hand, but it was too late; Clint already had the roll, stuffing it in his mouth and grinning.  “You asshole.”

“Mm….this is pretty good.”

“Yea.  And MINE.  That was MINE.”

“Suck it up.”

“Don’t know if I will now…..not after you stole my sushi.”

“….what…?”  Clint stared at Tony in confusion, then  “….OH.”  He remembered their earlier conversation, how Tony wanted to watch Clint watching porn, how he had talked about getting on his knees for Clint.  Clint flushed at the thought.  Tony just smiled that wicked little smile of his.

“Regretting your actions now, are we?”

Clint gave Tony a look.  “Yeah, right.  You’re a total cock whore.”

Tony burst out laughing.  “Oh, am I?”

“Yeah, you are.  You love being on your knees.”  He was trying to get a rise out of Tony, but he was surprised when Tony did that little shrugging nod of his.

“Well….for you, yeah.”

Clint stared.  “I….what?”

“Yea, I like sucking you off.”  Tony said the words slowly, as if Clint were dim-witted and needed to be spoken to very carefully.  “A lot.”

Clint could feel heat flooding every part of his body.  “…..ah.”

Tony’s smile was wicked, his eyes full of heat.  “You like that, huh.”

“Oh, do I ever.”  Clint’s voice was no more than a whisper.

“Well, then…..what do you say we head back to your place…….check out one of those tapes of yours?”

Clint nodded jerkily.  “Yeah.  I…….yeah.”

Still smiling, Tony rose, moving past Clint, their bodies brushing, and slid the door open.  He gestured.  “After you.”

Clint couldn’t resist.  He took hold of Tony’s tie, tugging him close so that the wall concealed them as they kissed.  “Thanks.”  He released Tony, heading back out into the main room.

The walk to the exit felt like a dream.  Clint couldn’t get his mind off the image of Tony at his apartment, on his knees between Clint’s legs, that hot mouth on his cock.  Fuck.  Fuck he was going to lose it.  His pants were ridiculously tight.

Tony slid a wad of cash across the counter.  “Keep it.  All of it.”

The woman looked at the money and back at Tony, eyes wide.  “Sir, are you certain?”  But Tony was already walking away, looping his arm through Clint’s as he walked through the door.

As soon as they were in the car, Clint leaned in, kissing Tony.  “You were talking about theatre, I believe?”

Tony nodded, smiling.  “I was.”

“Then let’s get back to my place.  Think I can give you a hell of a good show.”

~tbc~      

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9 Comments

  1. Topazione

     /  August 27, 2012

    nice. i enjoyed that a lot. i love the way you explore the little details of their relationship (like letting clint drive) and keep showing them discovering various things about each other. also, i love gyoza and now really want some. *sigh*
    looking forward to a potential “going to the theater” fic…? and of course, chapter three. which i will go read now.

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    • Ohhh man, gyoza is the best. Just had some the other night for my birthday. The rest of the family had Chinese, but since it was my bday I got to have whatever I wanted, so mom picked me up kappa maki and gyoza, b/c since writing this fic, I was DYING for sushi. Seriously. It was about a full week of sushi desperation.

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  2. Windstorm124

     /  January 17, 2014

    Personally, I’m not the biggest fan of sushi. Something about eating raw fish (grimaces) wrapped in seaweed. But I do love those pork dumplings, though I never DID learn what they were called.

    This story is adorable, because it lets you see parts of their relationship that aren’t seen as easily in the other stories. Adorable and amazing as usual!

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    • Yea I usually don’t eat fish sushi, I eat kappa maki, which is just cucumber, but Japanese is something J2 and I get often, and she loves sushi, hence why Clint chose it that day.
      And yea, usually they just stay in at home because when they’re together, it’s when Clint is returning from a mission and just wants to crash at home, alone with Tony. So they usually just snuggle up together. But it’s nice to see them be date-y.

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      • Windstorm124

         /  February 1, 2014

        Kappa maki…. I’m going to have to try that sometime, maybe I’ll like it better than the raw fish. And yeah, it’s interesting to see them be date-y, as you put it.

      • Oh, it’s super yummy. And I started working on a new one today with J2 that’s going to have them be date-y again!

      • Windstorm124

         /  February 5, 2014

        YAY! I can’t wait to read it!

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