Fix Him

Title: Fix Him

Fandom: Avengers

Chapter: 28

Pairings/Characters: Phil/Clint, Fury

Word count: 825

AN: And we have another one! :D Enjoy.

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‘The vents need to be cleaned again. Hell, so do the filters,’ Barton mused as he crawled through them, wrinkling his nose at the dust that flew up around him as he moved. He wasn’t really surprised by how dusty it was around him, but really this was ridiculous. All he wanted to do was drop in on his boyfriend in his apartment office, work on his stealth skills and get laid, but he had to deal with all of the dust.

“When I can, I’m telling Stark to send a cleaner robot through these things,” he muttered before finding the right vent and dropping in with a smirk. Coulson looked up from his papers and turned to gaze at him with an amused look on his face.

“Why is it you can’t use the door like normal people?” Coulson asked, turning around in his chair and sitting back with an amused smile on his lips.

“Because I wanted to sneak in and normal people would use a window. Since your office doesn’t have a window, but a façade of one, I had to use the vents. But I like the vents,” Barton drawled as he shoved off his shoes and crawled onto his partner’s lap with a smirk. Coulson snorted and pulled the archer closer, hands coming to rest on slim hips before one slid down to tease his lover’s groin.

“Is that so?” he asked, turning his hand to cup the growing hardness that he could feel, teasing it with the ball of his hand. Barton chuckled and rocked his hip forward, smirking down at him.

“Yes, that is so,” Barton groaned, rocking into the hand again, unsurprised when Coulson tugged his pants open and slipped his hands inside with a leer. His own hands were working on following his lover’s example, opening Coulson’s pants and reaching inwards to curl around a hard cock. They both moaned lowly as they stroked each other, falling into a slow pace before shifting so that their lengths were freed and rubbing together.

Coulson growled and sealed their lips together, curling his fingers around them, stroking and rubbing to draw moans out from his archer. Barton groaned and curled his fingers over the top of the chair, rocking his hips in time with the hand that pressed his length tight against his lover’s matching hardness. The handler’s hips rocked upwards in time with the pace with Barton’s, his hand spreading the pre-cum down over their cocks, making his movements that much easier.

Shifting slightly, Coulson pulled back from the kiss and shoved Barton’s pants down with his free hand before reaching out to pull open the top drawer of his desk. Finding the bottle of lubricant that he wanted, he shook it before popping the top and pouring some of it over their lengths, making the movements that much better. Barton groaned and tossed his head back as his hips rolled and rocked, loving the friction of their pricks rubbing together, before a guttural moan escaped him as a slick finger rubbed against his entrance, teasing the muscles before slipping inwards.

“Fuck,” he groaned, rocking first back into the finger, taking it in as deep as possible, enjoying the way the work roughened finger rubbed against his inner walls, before rocking forward into the hand that still stroked them. Settling into an easy rhythm, the two men moaned and growled in time with each movement, Coulson speeding up his movements as he felt Barton tense and shudder with his impending climax.

“Come on, Barton, cum for me. I want to see you do it again,” the handler growled, working to bring the both of them off. Barton groaned again, the sound utterly filthy and rich, before he came, spilling over the moving hand and the cock that was still pressed against him, the finger in him teasing his body with knowing movements. Coulson groaned, hips twitching upwards, and he came, adding to their mess with a few more jerks of his hand.

Going slightly limp, relaxing to bask in the afterglow of their climaxes, Coulson and Barton traded a few kisses before the archer slipped off of his lover’s lap, wrinkling his nose at the mess that they had created. “Now I need to change,” he grumbled, shaking his head with a sigh before pulling his shirt off. “And so do you for that matter,” he teased, pointing to Coulson with a smirk.

“So I do. I also need to go food shopping to,” Coulson chuckled, picking up what he had been working on, showing Barton that it was a food list. “Come on. You’re coming with this time. We have some heavy shopping to do since we need to refresh our meat,” he drawled, making his lover moan in denial.

“You bring me to a world shaking climax and then make me go shopping. So mean.”