They hadn’t made it very far from the field before Clint yanked Tony behind the stables and shoved him up against the wall, kissing him hard.
Link to Chapter 1: https://nuwandasnicket.wordpress.com/2013/02/22/polo-chapter-1/
Even from the air, wasn’t hard to spot Clint. By now that blonde hair was as recognizable to Tony as his own face. He landed mere feet from the other man, face plate opening to smile at Clint. “Hi there.”
“Hello.” Clint moved in and gave him a soft kiss. Tony felt surprise flooding him. Clint really didn’t do this often…..show affection in public. He would guess this was as a result of the discussion they had just had. He hoped Clint wasn’t doing this just because he felt guilty. He pulled away, eyes searching Clint’s face for a sign of his feelings, but all he saw there was happiness and love, no sign of guilt or embarrassment. Clint was smiling. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Tony smiled back at him. “Me too.” He dared to give Clint another kiss, a quick peck on the lips.
“Found me easy enough.”
“Don’t I always?”
“Heh. Yeah. You do.” Clint looked Tony up and down. “So….do I get to see these un-snuggleable clothes of yours?”
Tony laughed. “Oh yea.” The gears on the suit began clicking as it opened. “I never said they were un-snuggleable……just not very snuggle-ready.” And then the suit was open and off, folding into its briefcase.
“…..oh my God.”
Tony grinned. “You like it?” Beneath the suit, he was clad in head to toe formal wear that one might wear to watch a polo tournament: crisply pressed white pinstriped dress slacks with a matching jacket, a blue button down shirt and an ascot. A freakin’ ascot, for God’s sake.
Clint stepped closer, running his hands over Tony’s chest. “You look amazing.”
Tony smiled. “Thanks.” He adjusted the ascot ever so slightly. “One of those outfits I keep tucked away for when I need to attend an event like this. I rarely ever do. But I thought I’d pull it out today. Thought maybe you’d like it.”
“Oh, I do.” Clint’s hands were still on Tony’s chest, tracing the soft jacket. Tony laughed.
“I can tell.” He stroked Clint’s cheek. “C’mon. Let’s take a walk. Got some time still until the match.”
Briefcase in one hand, Tony looped his free arm through Clint’s and they headed off, strolling across the grounds.
“So…..what’ve you been up to this whole time?”
“Not much. Read a little bit more on the rules of the game.”
“Oh yea? Where’d you find those?”
“One of the groundskeepers was nice enough to give me a manual.”
“Oh, that was nice of him.” They had almost reached the playing field now. “Does it make any more sense now?”
“I think I understand it a bit more, yeah.”
“Good.” Tony grinned at Clint. “Let’s just hope Thor and Steve figure it out.”
Clint laughed. “Even if they don’t, it’ll still make for a great story to tell.”
“That’s for damn sure.” Tony gazed out at the field. “Damn.”
“Nothing. Just been a long time since I played. A LONG time. We’re talking over twenty years.”
Clint grinned. “Old man.”
“Hey!” Tony laughed. “Brat.”
“You love me.”
“I do. Lucky bastard.” Tony shook his head. “Anyway, you said a few minutes ago that I’m perfect.”
“You are.” And even though he was smiling, the look on Clint’s face was utterly sincere. “Absolutely perfect.”
Tony couldn’t help himself. He leaned in, catching Clint’s mouth in a deep kiss before he was really even aware of what he was doing. He pulled away with a flush to his cheeks. “Sorry. I just…..fuck. I love you.”
“I love you too. So much.”
Tony grinned. “Still gonna love me when we lose?”
Clint laughed. “Hey! ‘When’?”
“Oh, come on. Like we have a chance.”
“Shut up. Let me delude myself a while longer.”
Tony laughed. “Okay baby, if that’s what you want.” He ran his fingers through Clint’s soft golden hair, a loving smile on his face.
Both men turned at the interruption. Striding towards them was a man that could only be the one who had challenged Clint to the match. Tony’s eyes immediately narrowed. Whoever this guy was, Tony didn’t like him. Not only had he given Clint a hard time all day, he had made totally uncalled for comments about Clint being violent. Tony was going to get him back for that.
The man gave Tony a once-over as he approached, obviously intrigued by the ensemble. “I take it this is part of your team?”
Tony held out a hand to the man. He may not like the guy but he would at least be civil……or pretend to be. This man wasn’t getting away without a lot of insults hidden behind the façade of politeness. “Tony Stark.”
The man’s brows shot up, but he gave no other sign of recognition. “Agent Rob Standish.”
“Agent?” Tony arched a brow at him. “Agent of where?” He knew it wasn’t SHIELD….Clint would have told him.
SAFE…..Strategic Action for Emergencies. It was the United States’ answer to SHIELD. They’d had some relatively good success at dealing with threats within the United States, but that was all they dealt with.
Tony nodded his head, feigning approval. “Good organization.” The man looked pleased. “Not as good as SHIELD.” The smile faltered. “But then again, very few people are good enough for that kind of employment.” Tony rested his hand on Clint’s shoulder as he spoke. He was positive he heard Clint attempting to stifle a laugh.
Now Agent Standish looked outright angry. “Well some people have a background that suits them for SHIELD’s specific type of action.”
“Yea, I heard that you called my boyfriend violent.”
Again, the man’s eyebrows shot up; he looked completely shocked. “….boyfriend?”
Tony continued as if he hadn’t heard the man. “But then again, to a pussy like you who can’t even handle losing a single hand-to-hand combat match, I suppose anything would seem violent…..wouldn’t it.”
Standish sputtered. “You……I didn’t…..”
But Tony didn’t wait for an answer. He linked his arm with Clint’s. “C’mon. Still have a bit of time until the game.” Squeezing his hand, Tony led him away from the playing field.
They hadn’t made it very far from the field before Clint yanked Tony behind the stables and shoved him up against the wall, kissing him hard. Tony was surprised but not about to object, his hands slipping into Clint’s hair and pulling him closer.
Clint was breathless when he pulled away. “Fuck, Tony.”
“You…..God. You’re the best.”
Tony smiled. “I know.”
For once that didn’t earn him a smack or a roll of the eyes but instead, another kiss, and Clint didn’t stop there; he nuzzled Tony’s throat, face buried in Tony’s hair as he murmured “I can’t believe you said all of that to him.”
“Of course I did. You’re mine and you’re amazing and he doesn’t have any right to talk to you the way he did.”
Clint pulled back so he could look Tony in the eyes again. “I love you.”
Tony stroked his cheek. “I love you too. More than anything.”
Clint caught Tony’s wrist, gently turning it so he could get a good look at the watch that adorned it. “….2:50.” He glanced up at Tony, smile on his face. “We’ve still got a bit of time.”
“Well, then.” Tony’s free hand slid around Clint’s lower back, tugging him closer, their bodies pressing flush together. “We’d better make the most of it…..hadn’t we?”