Fix Him

Title: Fix Him

Fandom: Avengers

Story: 29

Pairing: Phil/Clint

Word count: 563

AN: Another chapter down. Enjoy everyone.

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They were in Coulson’s office, both on the couch with the door closed and phone turned off for the most part. The remnants of their lunch that they had brought down from their apartment, another left over mix, sat on the coffee table before them, the containers all stacked neatly together.

Barton had come to his office with the usual bag of food, having gathered everything together and cooked it up for them, before bringing it down and feeding the ever working Coulson. After that, the two had come together in a kiss, which had led them to where they were at the moment.

With Coulson’s hands clenching at the back of the couch, legs spread, and Barton’s hands down his pants, teasing him with slow, hard strokes to his cock. He was groaning lowly, hips rocking up into the touches, eyes running over his ruffled lover, having blown his mind and gotten his own teasing in.

Barton was smirking and was about to pull the hard length in his hands out of the others pants before a chime rang in the office, telling them that there was someone coming up in the elevator and heading for his personal office. Stark had put it in as a new measure of keeping those who were lost in their work from being surprised and the surprise becoming a dead body. Or unconscious since they were only allowed stun guns and tranquillizer guns while in the office, their guns locked in a drawer.

Pulling away from each other quickly, cursing up a storm, Coulson and Barton quickly stood and started to pull their clothes back together. Barton zipped up and re-tucked his shirt before moving to a small mirror and putting his hair back into some semblance of order. Coulson had a bit of a harder time seeing as his cock was still half hard, the chime and knowing someone was coming to his office only making him lose a little of his arousal. Finally getting his pants zipped and shirt re-tucked, he grabbed his jacket and pulled it on as he sat down into his chair, hiding his groin easily.

One hand smoothed his hair back as Barton gathered the dishes and sat back, looking as unruffled as possible all things considered. Once the person was dealt with, the two lover’s shared a look between each other and smiled, laughing lowly.

“Okay, so that rather killed the mood didn’t it?” Barton drawled, picking up the bag of chips that he had brought with him along with the bowl of homemade dip.

“Indeed it did. At least you got off,” Coulson teased before picking up his new paperwork, flipping through it with a smirk. Barton smirked and dipped his chip into the dip before nodding his head with a soft laugh.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll make it up to you later tonight,” he promised, winking at his lover before they settled into do what they were doing. Once Barton was done with his chips, he gathered everything up and gave his lover one last kiss before slipping out, pouting that they hadn’t been able to finish what they had been doing while Coulson muttered about blue balls for the rest of the day.