Adrenaline: Chapter 2

Clint’s arms wrapped tight around him, hands seeming to run everywhere….his chest, his stomach, his thighs….everywhere but where he most wanted to be touched.

So yea, this is basically pure smut.  That’s why it’s taken so long to write.  As much as I love me some smut (obviously), you have to be in the right mindset to write it.  But here it is at last.  Enjoy!^^

Link to Adrenaline: Chapter 1

https://nuwandasnicket.wordpress.com/2012/10/28/adrenaline-chapter-1/

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Clint was practically out of breath by the time he reached camp.  SHIELD didn’t have a station out here, no safehouse….all the agents were hunkered down in makeshift tents, disguised to blend in with the surrounding woodland.  Despite this, he could spot his own tent without any difficulty whatsoever, and the knowledge that Tony was inside waiting for him was driving him crazy.  Images ran through his head, the memory of the photo Tony had sent him, the video he had just watched….if he didn’t have his hands on Tony within the next minute…..

Clint threw open the canvas blanket that covered the crudely improvised doorway.  There was Tony, sitting on Clint’s cot, a glass of water in his hand and a smile on his face.  “Hey there.”

“Hey.”  Clint moved to Tony’s side.  Somehow, despite the flood of happiness and lust he felt upon seeing Tony, Clint managed to wonder where Tony’s Iron Man suit was.  Then he noticed the case at Tony’s feet, and remembered the model Tony had that folded into a briefcase.  He had never seen it up close before.  He made a mental note to ask Tony to show it to him later.

Tony held out the glass of water Clint had requested, taking in the sight of the man.  Clint was dusty, covered head to toe in dirt after spending hours on his belly, watching for the enemy.  His brow was wet and shining with perspiration, chest rising and falling with his heavy breathing.  He tipped his head back as he drained the glass of water, and Tony watched his throat working as he swallowed.  God.  Clint was so sexy like this.  Tony felt heat rolling through him.  He couldn’t refrain any longer, rising to his feet.   He reached for Clint, running his hands over him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, those strong muscles.

Clint was done drinking now; he looked down at Tony with eyes fogged over with need.  Tony’s hands fisted in the front of Clint’s shirt.  “Please,” he whispered.

That was it.  The dam broke, that adrenaline bursting forth, and Tony found himself unceremoniously deposited onto his back on the lumpy cot, Clint’s familiar, solid weight pinning him down, mouths catching in a bruising kiss.

Tony all too eagerly returned that kiss, arms wrapping tight around Clint’s neck and pulling him down, wanting more, wanting everything Clint had, wanting Clint to take out all that pent up energy on him.  “Take it you’re not too tired to fuck all that adrenaline out,” he murmured.

“Oh hell no,” Clint answered, a tone to his voice that made Tony shiver.  “Gonna make you make all your pretty noises.”

“Oh God.”  Tony was already clinging to Clint, and nothing had happened yet.  He rolled his hips up, seeking friction.  “Gonna make good on all your promises?”

“Fuck yeah.”  Clint worked his hand between them, flicking open the button on Tony’s slacks.  “You remember what I said?”

“….ah….”  At the moment Tony was having difficulty thinking at all.  He always had trouble focusing when Clint got like this.  “…..something about fucking me.”

Clint laughed, the noise rumbling low and playfully, and God, Tony was melting, toes curling.  “Something like that.”  Tony realized with a start of surprise that as they talked, Clint had been unbuttoning his shirt, was actually done doing so, and now he gently tugged it open, nuzzling his way into the curve of Tony’s throat, nipping and kissing the soft flesh.   His lips brushed Tony’s ear as he murmured “more like I’m gonna make you melt.  Fucking boneless.  Fuck you into the mattress so good that you won’t remember anything but my name.”  This promise was followed with a small nip to Tony’s earlobe, and Tony couldn’t help a long, low moan, though whether in response to the action or the words he couldn’t say.

“Haa…..yea……that sounds….somewhat familiar.”

“Oh?  Only somewhat?”  Clint’s hand moved lower, stroking teasingly light patterns over the bare skin of Tony’s chest.   “….I guess I’ll have to refresh your memory.”  He lightly palmed Tony’s crotch, and the answering cry was so loud that they had to have heard it outside, they had to.  But Clint didn’t seem to care, and there wasn’t a chance in hell Tony did.  His hips rolled upwards, seeking more of that touch, and Clint didn’t disappoint him, stroking him again.  Tony whimpered, rocking into that touch again and again.

“Fuck, Clint…..please.”

“Please?”  Clint gave a particularly rough stroke, the heel of his palm pressing hard against Tony’s cock, and Tony’s hips bucked so hard he felt he would fly out of his skin; he shot up, hands gripping Clint’s shirt.

“Fuck!”  He clung to Clint.  “Dammit, Clint!  Stop teasing!”

Clint chuckled.  “Hnn.  What do you want, darlin’?”  His thumb stroked along Tony’s lower lip, red and swollen from biting it.  “Said earlier on the phone that you wanted to suck my cock.  You still wanna do that?  Or you just wanna be fucked, huh?  Good and fucked.”

Tony was a mess.  He simply stared up at Clint, face flushed with desire and a hint of confusion in his eyes, as though he didn’t understand what Clint was asking, didn’t understand why Clint would ask him to choose between two such wonderful options.

“….I…….what?”

Clint couldn’t help it; he full-out laughed that time.  Even moreso when Tony pouted at him.  The look wasn’t at all effective with those flushed cheeks and already pouty lower lip.  He leaned in and kissed Tony.  “Guess it’s my choice then, huh.”

Tony looked miffed at being laughed at, looked as though he wanted to make the choice just to spite Clint, but he was clearly still too caught up and, after a moment, biting his lip, he nodded.  Clint leaned in, smiling, and kissed Tony.  “Okay, then.”  He crawled on all fours over Tony, undoing his uniform pants.  Tony’s eyes widened, and he didn’t give Clint a chance to get any closer.  He slid out from underneath the man and in one move, had him shoved flat on his back.  It was Clint’s turn to feel that rush of lust as Tony finished undoing the catches on his pants, tugging them down.

“Eager, are we?” Clint breathed.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Clint still had his boxer briefs on, his erection straining against the fabric, slightly damp with pre-cum.  He waited for Tony to pull them down, waited to feel the air hit his skin.  It didn’t happen.  Instead he felt Tony mouth his cock through the fabric.

“Holy shit!”  Clint looked up at Tony.  The man smirked up at him.

“Problem?”

“You devious little shit.”  Tony just laughed, mouth teasing over Clint’s cock again.  Clint groaned, head falling back against the mattress.  “Fuck.”

Tony smiled to himself.  It was nice to be able to drive Clint out of his mind like this, especially when Clint was already so out of control.  Then he felt hands in his hair, gripping tight.  “Tony…Tony.  Stop, Tony.”

Tony pulled away, looking up at Clint with a question in his eyes.  Clint sat up, and Tony could immediately tell that something had changed.  It hadn’t been far off when Tony had thought to himself of driving Clint out of his mind, for that’s exactly what Clint looked like.  He looked half out of his mind with need.  His hands cupped Tony’s face as he kissed him hard and deep, nipping at his mouth.  Tony moaned, arms going about him, fingers digging into his back.  He soon found himself being practically manhandled, quickly divested of the rest of his clothing, spun in Clint’s arms until his back was pressed tight to Clint’s chest.  Clint’s arms wrapped tight around him, hands seeming to run everywhere….his chest, his stomach, his thighs….everywhere but where he most wanted to be touched.

“…Clint…” he managed, the words somewhere between a moan and a whimper.

Clint’s hot breath ghosted across his ear, a smile in the words.  “Got a promise to fulfill, don’t I?”

Tony felt a spike of heat shoot down his spine as the words of earlier ran through his head.  “I’m gonna make you melt.  Fucking boneless.  Fuck you into the mattress so good that you won’t remember anything but my name.”  He shivered.  “…ah…..yea.”

Then he felt Clint pressing against his entrance, one finger pressing into him.  Clint must have used saliva to wet his finger to help ease the way.  It was still tight, but better than going in dry.  Tony stroked his hands down Clint’s bare arms.  The touch helped him relax, making the way easier for Clint.

“That’s it,” Clint kissed Tony’s cheek.  “Open up for me, darlin’.”

Oh God.  If things didn’t slow down, Tony wasn’t going to last.  Clint was just pushing him too far over the edge way too fast.  Tony wrapped a hand around the base of his dick, squeezing hard to make sure he didn’t lose control.  He wanted this to last.

Clint had worked him pretty well open now.  A finger brushed his prostate and he cried out, hips bucking. “Haa!  Fuck!  Fuck, okay, okay Clint, fuck me.  Now.  Fuck me now.”

“So demanding.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Clint chuckled, but his lips brushed Tony’s ear and he murmured “gladly.”  There was a noise that Tony knew was Clint slicking himself up and then he was pushing forwards, pressing into Tony.

There was a slight burn, since they were doing this practically dry, but Tony barely noticed.  He felt like he was flying along with Clint on his adrenaline high.  He immediately shoved backwards against Clint.  “Come on,” he demanded.  “Fuck me!”

He half expected Clint to laugh again, but no.  There was a moment of just silence, and then there was this noise.  Tony had never heard Clint make a noise like that.  It was this sort of growl, desperate, needy…possessive.  His hands took an almost crushing grip on Tony’s waist, pulling Tony back with him.  He was essentially kneeling with Tony in his lap.  Tony opened his mouth to ask Clint if he was sure this position was going to work, that it was comfortable for him, but then Clint was thrusting up into him hard enough that it was pleasure bordering on pain and it was the most delicious thing Tony could imagine.  He cried out, hands flying back to grab hold of Clint.  “Fuck!”

“Yeah.”  Clint wrapped his arms around Tony, possessive as fuck, hips snapping up again, just as hard as before.

“Fuck!  Oh God Clint!”  They had barely begun and already Tony felt he could cry from overstimulation of his senses, tears catching at the corner of his eyes.  Somehow, Clint seemed to understand.

“I got you, darlin’.”  Clint nuzzled Tony’s shoulder, his mouth latching onto his throat, nibbling and kissing.  Tony moaned, head falling back against Clint’s shoulder.

Fuuuuck….”

“Yeah.”  Clint had Tony’s belly beneath one hand, kneading the strong muscles there.  His other hand slid down, wrapping around Tony’s weeping cock.

Oh!”  Tony couldn’t help it, the tears escaped now.  It all felt too fucking good.  “Clint…..Clint, I can’t…”

“Yeah.  I know.”  He kissed the spot just below Tony’s ear.  “It’s okay.  Come for me, darlin’.”

And between Clint’s soft voice whispering to him, the strong hand stroking his cock, and the thrusts that were taking his world apart, Tony fell apart completely, coming with a loud cry of Clint’s name.  He heard that noise again, that possessive growl Clint had made earlier, and then he felt one particularly hard thrust as Clint came, filling him with hot seed.

Tony remained in Clint’s lap, unable to move, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.  Tears were still running down his face.  He didn’t know the last time he had felt that much sensation at one time.  Maybe not since the first time he’d had sex with Clint and realized just how amazing sex could be.

He felt Clint laying kisses along his shoulder.  “Tony?”

“Mm?”

“You okay?”

“Mm.”

A soft chuckle.  “Here.”  Clint gently shifted Tony, pulling out of him, which elicited a tiny whine, and turned Tony to face him.  “Tony!”  Clint looked shocked to see the tears.  “What’s wrong?!”

“Huh?”  After a moment, Tony realized how easily the tears could be misconstrued.  “Nothing, baby.  Nothing.  I promise.  Everything’s perfect.  Just…” He laughed.  It seemed so ludicrous.  “So much to feel.  Overstimulated, I guess.”

“Oh.”  Clint seemed relieved.  He brushed away the last tear.  “I’m sorry.”

Tony shook his head.  “Shut the fuck up.  That….fuck.  That was the best damn sex I can remember having in a long time.  And we have amazing sex.  ALWAYS.  Like, record-breaking sex.”

Clint burst out laughing.  “Record-breaking, huh?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t agree.”

Clint shook his head, amused.  “You’re such a dork.”

“Shut up, you love me.”

“I do.  So much.”

“Mm…”  Now that the adrenaline rush was over, Tony was exhausted.  His eyes were struggling to shut.  “Can we lie down?”

Clint smiled.  “Yeah.  Let’s get some sleep.”  He tugged back the dingy blanket on the cot and the two men wriggled into place side by side, Clint pulling Tony close into his arms.  After a moment, Tony chuckled.  “What?” Clint asked, smiling.

“Well, I do feel rather boneless, but I remember more than just your name.  So I guess you failed.”

Clint burst out laughing.  Tony just grinned at him.  “Well then, I guess I’ll just have to try again.”

“I guess you will.”  There was a pause.  “…..not tonight.”

Clint laughed again.  “Not tonight.  It’s bedtime.”

“Oh, good.  I’m exhausted.”

“Me too.”  Clint kissed Tony’s forehead.  Tony smiled up at him.

“You really are damn fucking sexy like that.”

“Really?”  Clint grinned down at Tony.  “I had no idea you thought so.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Wasn’t at all obvious.”

“I hate you.”

“I mean, I was hoping…”

“I’m ignoring you now.”

“But honestly, I wasn’t sure.”

“Goodnight, Clint.”

Clint laughed, leaning in to give Tony a long, soft kiss.  “I love you, darlin’.”

Tony smiled up at him.  “I love you, too.”

 

~fin~

 

 

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12 Comments

  1. KattyRosie

     /  August 8, 2013

    YAY for smut!!!!!! Love it. 🙂

    Reply
    • Thank you!
      I wish I was a better artist cuz this is actually one of my favorite sex scenes of theirs….the image in my mind makes me all gooey inside. DAMN YOU, LACK OF ARTISTIC TALENT!!!

      Reply
  2. fuzzyelf

     /  August 8, 2013

    DAMN!!!!! That was hot!!!!! 😉 I’m glad you are felling well enough to write again and hope you are starting to fell better. This story was freakin’ hot!!!! I liked how it also showed things from Tony’s point of view also. I like that. Can’t wait for the next one!!

    Reply
    • Yea, it started off from Clint’s POV (sort of had to) but I know people are always asking for more of Tony’s POV so I tried really hard to do that. Glad it worked lol. I usually can’t help it….I just sit down to write and whatever happens happens. And what happens is usually Clint’s POV. So I made a concerted effort this time lol.
      Glad you liked it!^^

      Reply
  3. Ok, this is officially one of my favourites now. I absolutely loved it!!

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  4. britewing

     /  August 11, 2013

    love it love it love it!

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  5. LilAlyCat

     /  September 21, 2013

    love it. This is now officially my fav of yours. Love assertive-possessive!clint

    Reply
    • Wow, thank you! The second chapter took FOREVER to write, so I’m really happy you like it! Also especially because most everyone else likes assertiveTony lol.

      Reply
  6. Windstorm124

     /  January 20, 2014

    I agree with a lot of people who already reviewed; possessive-assertive-Clint is hot! Could you have him do that more often? Maybe? Please?
    Brilliantly written (as usual) and keep up the amazing work!

    Reply
    • Lol it’s highly likely. Tony loves it as well, and goes to great length to bring it out in him, so I doubt it’ll stop anytime soon.

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      • Windstorm124

         /  January 21, 2014

        Yay! I love all your stories, don’t get me wrong, but the ones where Clint gets all….. possessive and assertive are generally among my favorites.

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