Fix Him

Title: Fix Him

Fandom: Avengers

Characters: Avengers

Chapter: 32

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AN: A week later but as I said in the AN of Touch My Heart 2, I lost ALL of my files but was able to get most of them back. Ugh. So just enjoy this and I hope to see your thoughts. :D

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The Avengers had decided to have a get together for a movie night. It had been a split second decision and they had put Clint and Phil on food duty, Tony handing over a credit card to Phil to buy the food. Between the two men they had bought enough food to feed a small army, or to be more precise, the Avengers with such bottomless stomachs.

They had created dips to go with the variety of chips, vegetables and pretzels, sliced and peeled fruit, sliced meat to go with the slices of cheese and crackers that they had bought. Soda, juice and mass amounts of alcohol had been collected, which included three very large, special order kegs that Tony had ordered for Thor alone, and various mixable alcohols to. They had also bought food for the dinner, Barton showing off his culinary skills in preparing dough, a chunk of pepperoni and a block of mozzarella for pizza.

It was all sitting in the common room like area, the pizza’s just waiting for them to go to their apartment and make them for the hoard that was soon coming.

But at the moment, they were ignoring the fact that it was almost time to have a party. Coulson had been teasing Barton for far too long for his tastes, bending over and shifting things around for them. The last time he had done so, the archer had yanked his lover around and shoved him up against the table before pressing him against the wall, sliding between his legs and rubbing up against him with a growl.

They had landed on the couch, Barton on top and rubbing his thigh against Coulson’s thigh, the two men kissing and sliding their hands up and under the restricting clothing. Coulson was groaning, rocking against the rock hard thigh between his legs, feeling it shift and press with each of the archer’s movements, groaning softly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back as Barton moved his lips lower and tugged at his shirt to expose a new piece of skin to tease.

“That’s what I can hope will happen,” Barton growled, nibbling at the bit of skin he had exposed, drawing up a new mark on his lover’s neck.

“I’m sorry to do this to you, sirs, but it seems as if Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers are on the elevator heading your way,” Jarvis said, breaking through their lust induced haze. Groaning, the two men pulled apart and growled about not being able to continue what they wanted to do. Straightening up, Coulson ran a hand through his hair and worked on calming down from his need, smoothing down his shirt and fixing his pants so that his arousal wasn’t quite as noticeable. Once he had soothed his lust down, he looked to one of the cameras.

“Jarvis can you do a quick swish of the room? There’s a few of us who do have some serious sense of smells,” he said, smiling at the rush of air that flowed in and out of the room. “Thank you, Jarvis.”

“Of course, Agent Coulson,” Jarvis replied as Barton popped the top of an ale and drained half of it before flopping into a chair, looking ruffled but still himself. He looked rather comfortable and he sighed softly before pouting.

“Why is it we start this and then someone has to bother us?” Barton whined before draining the rest of his ale and putting it aside, accepting the small bowl of pretzels and the bottle of water from the other.

“Because it’s just our luck, that’s why,” Coulson snorted, shaking his head with an amused expression on his face as Tony and Steve walked into the common room with curious looks on their faces and piles of movies in hands.

“What’s your luck?” Tony asked, putting the movies down on one table where it was clear as Coulson snorted, shaking his head with a smile.

“Nothing, Stark,” he drawled, shaking his head and picking up a plate to make a bit of snack for himself. “The rest coming soon?”

“They are,” Steve replied, tilting his head, catching the sounds of the elevator moving and smiled at the other men.