Fix Him

Title: Fix Him

Fandom: Avengers

Part: 19

Characters: Coulson, Barton

Word count: 845

AN: One more after this one. Then we'll wait for Tuesday for more.

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He had just settled back into his bed, wearing nothing more than a pair of sleep pants, having forgone shirt and boxers for the night since he planned on indulging a little bit. He was horny, he needed some release and he couldn’t exactly go out and find someone to get laid since after all, he had to deal with the Avengers and random evil villians who just ran around, waiting to fuck up his day.

It was driving him crazy and he needed to just relax, unwind from everything that has been going on around him.

So with that in mind, he had pulled out his unopened bottle of lube, some wet wipes and a small file of pictures that he had gathered over the last year and few months of Barton. He was not ever going to admit to having the pictures from various missions, much less finding screen shots of him when he got those reports to go over. Never would he admit to it. Not once.

Especially not when Barton was bound to be nearby, more than likely stalking after him for whatever reason he stalked after him.

Sighing as he tucked the bottle and wipes under a pillow with his chosen pictures for the night, Coulson slid under his blankets and settled back against his pillow, crossing his legs with a hum. He reached out and grabbed his remote, flipping on his personal TV and started to flip through the channels, wondering what he was going to watch to start him off for the night. Licking his lips, he slid down a bit more and hummed to himself, eyes half lidded as he found a good channel to start off his night.

Rarely did he watch TV so late at night, except the reruns of certain shows had guys that were hot enough to start him off for a nice long session between him and his hand. Finding a good show with plenty of men that got him hot and ready for a night, he settled in and hummed as he felt his blood start to heat and spread through his body, making his prick twitch in interest.

He was half hard when the grate of his vent shake and fall open, making Coulson blink as well known legs drop out of it followed behind the rest of Barton. He groaned and shifted to hide his half hard length from the archer as the man looked around for anyone that would be in his room.

“Who the fuck did you piss of this time?” he asked, sounding quite used to it, eyes closing as he rubbed at them with a grunt.

“No one,” Barton was quick to respond. A bit too quick for Coulson as his eyes narrowed at the other man and growled.

“Don’t fuck with me, Barton,” he growled, feeling much too tired to deal with the bull shit. “Because, seriously, I am tired today and very grumpy,” he complained, jabbing a finger at the other man, not moving from the bed, still mostly hard and not wanting to give the other man an eyeful. That would be rather awkward trying to explain just why he was hard while watching some show with a bunch of hot guys. One of who looked a bit like the archer himself.

“Alright, I might have pissed off one of the night security guards by sneaking around. He wasn’t warned about me using the vents most nights so, I accidentally on purpose kind of dropped in on him suddenly and made him spill hot coffee on his lap,” Barton said, clearing his throat and rubbing at the back of his head with a sheepish look.

“Only you, Barton, only you,” Coulson sighed before pointing to his door. “I’ll talk to the guy later. But for now, can you get lost so I can go back to relaxing and watching my show?” he asked. The archer snorted and slinked out, knowing when it was best to hide away and when it was best to annoy his ex-handler. Right now was not a good time to annoy the man, the brown eyes that were usually so warm was annoyed and tired, telling him to hide away.

Once his door was closed, Coulson let his head drop back against the headboard and let out a puff of air, eyes closed as he melted into the bed, grumpy and tired. Looking down at his crotch, he grunted and glared at his now fully hard crotch with a sneer. “Oh yeah, now you’re all happy and perky, and of course he has to be back from whatever he was doing early,” he growled, narrowing his eyes down at it. “Damn thing.”

Huffing and biting his bottom lip to muffle the sounds, he was able to get himself off with a minimal of fuss, cleaned up and everything tucked away. His pictures were hidden away and he sighed once more, shaking his head. He had been really looking forward to his night to…