Chapter 13
"Little runner boy"
(To love somebody – Nina Simone)
Day 8: Friday, December 18.
CLINT & PIETRO
Pietro left his sister’s room when she finally fell asleep between sobs and tears. He thought about going to Vision’s room and probably punch him, but deep inside he knew that he shouldn’t mess with that. He sighed heavily as he laid on his bed, unable to sleep at all.
He left his room and his feet guided them to Clint’s room.
He put his head against the door, hoping to hear the radio on or the TV, after a few beats he took a deep breath and entered Clint’s room. He could listen to the water running on the bathroom so he decided to wait for him outside.
Clint kept his room in order, unlike Pietro’s room that was a complete mess, it was strange the tidiness of the room since he always imagined Clint as sort of a hoarder, He snorted at that thought, you couldn't blame him though, he had lived with the man the past few months in his farm. In the middle of the bed there was a worn out sweatshirt he had seen the archer use plenty of times during training.
Pietro grabbed the sweatshirt and took it to his nose, inhaling the musky smell that emanated from it, it was a weird thing to do, but he like the smell Clint left on the clothes, on the bed and even in Pietro’s skin after they…
“Pietro” Clint said once out of the bathroom.
Pietro stood and left the sweatshirt aside, “Hey” he said, “I was… I was waiting for you”
Clint nodded, walking towards his closet, a towel around his hips, his chest and hair still dripping, “You alright?”
Pietro nodded, “Wanda”
Clint stared at him for a few seconds and then he understood. He had heard things being thrown in Wanda’s room, right after he saw Vision flying away, it was enough to paint a picture. He dressed under the younger man’s lost gaze. Pietro spaced out constantly, like he left somewhere inside his mind where he felt safe, secure. The thought of the young man needing that and not him made him feel useless sometimes. He liked to believe he was Pietro’s anchor, that his embrace was his safe heaven.
“You are staying?” Clint asked, once dressed in his pajamas.
Pietro shrugged, he didn’t want to bother Clint, he hadn’t let him sleep the night before.
“Yes or no” the man said, he was sitting on the bed with his back against the bedframe.
“Can we talk?” Pietro asked finally.
He looked at Clint who looked worried all of sudden, he relaxed after Pietro smiled softly at him. Clint shrugged and nodded, waiting for Pietro to speak.
“Natasha she…” Pietro started, “She knows”
Oh.
Clint nodded, “Is that a bad thing?”
“That’s the thing” Pietro said, “It isn’t”
Clint frowned.
If it was not a bad thing then why did Pietro looked so troubled. He examined the young man’s face, and then he realised what was going inside that head of his’. It hit him all of sudden. It was fine because Pietro, the beautiful, wicked, smart mouthed, young man infront of him wanted everyone to know. Because what they had was, in fact, right.
“Oh” Clint said dumbly.
“Yeah” Pietro smiled.
“Oh” Clint said again.
Pietro then climb the bed and sat infront of Clint. He leaned in and kissed Clint’s cheek. It was something he never had done before. When they first started what they had he had skipped straight to kissing on the lips. He then looked at him, just looked, like he was searching for something in Clint’s face or eyes, perhaps doubt or rejection and when he didn’t find it he kissed his lips softly.
Clint closed his eyes, letting him do whatever he wanted.
He made a trail of kissed from his face to his neck and then he returned and kissed him on the lips, Clint ran a hand through his soft silver hair, resting his hand on the nape of his neck and kissed him deeper. Pietro kissed him eagerly until they were both breathless.
“You do know I’m way older than you” Clint said jokingly.
“I don’t care” Pietro said.
“And that Wanda is going to freak”
“She’ll get use to the idea” Pietro shrugged.
“And that-“
“Clint” Pietro rolled his eyes, “I don’t care”
Clint smiled widely, “I guess you are staying then”
“As long as you’ll have me” Pietro whispered.
The younger man kissed him slowly, running his hands all over Clint’s chest. He then pulled back and took his shirt off, while Clint did the same. It was the same they have done before but this time it felt different, like there was more. Like it was more. And it was.
Pietro bit his lip and slide a hand between their bodies, stroking Clint over his pajamas. The older man groaned feeling his cock starting to fill under Pietro’s touch. He noticed Pietro was already half hard and pulled him in for another kiss, pulling from the waistband of his pants, Pietro got the message and pulled his pants down, letting Clint cup his ass cheek with one of his hands. He rolled over him and Pietro threw his legs around his waist without breaking the kiss.
He panted hard when Clint dip his fingers between his ass cheeks searching for his entrance, and Clint pulled back from the kiss staring at him.
“You…” Clint said, his eyes turning darker with desire, he groaned and hid his face in the crook of Pietro’s neck.
“I wanted to… I wanted to be ready for you” Pietro whispered.
“You are going to be the death of me, kid” Clint said and kissed him again, two of his fingers entering Pietro easily.
He turned Pietro on his belly but the silver haired man shook his head, looking at him at the eyes. Clint nodded, understanding what his lover wanted, yearned. He reached for lube on his nightstand and poured a generous quantity on his cock now fully hard, he smirked when Pietro licked his lip.
“Next time” Clint left a kiss on the younger man’s lips.
He accommodated between his legs while Pietro opened them as far as he could. He smiled leaving a kiss on his hip, feeling the hard muscle of his tight. When Clint entered him he panted against his lips, nodding at him.
That was making love, Clint thought.
This is making love, Pietro smiled.
They laid next to each other for a while until Clint felt Pietro snoring against his chest. This was fine, he thought, having him next to him every night, he kissed the top of the younger man’s head and closed his eyes falling asleep in seconds.
“You don't know what it's like to love somebody the way I love you”