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delicatale for those, because she was the one to shove them in my eyeballs, AND NOW I CANNOT LOOK AWAY. BECAUSE. JUST. Okay, look, y'all know what happens when I lay my eyes on a sharp-dressed BAMF, don't you? YEAH. SO. I thought these ought to be shared with the world. YOU'RE WELCOME.
...AND NOW WE SHOULD ALL WRITE COMMENT-SUIT!PORN FIC HERE. AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE, PREFERABLY ALSO STARRING PHIL MF COULSON. BECAUSE. LOOK AT HIM. I WANT TO PEEL HIM NAKED AND PUT MY MOUTH ALL OVER THAT.
delicatale for those, because she was the one to shove them in my eyeballs, AND NOW I CANNOT LOOK AWAY. BECAUSE. JUST. Okay, look, y'all know what happens when I lay my eyes on a sharp-dressed BAMF, don't you? YEAH. SO. I thought these ought to be shared with the world. YOU'RE WELCOME....AND NOW WE SHOULD ALL WRITE COMMENT-SUIT!PORN FIC HERE. AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE, PREFERABLY ALSO STARRING PHIL MF COULSON. BECAUSE. LOOK AT HIM. I WANT TO PEEL HIM NAKED AND PUT MY MOUTH ALL OVER THAT.
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Date: 2011-12-20 05:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-20 05:26 pm (UTC)But but what I'd REALLY like to think about is this: Clint walks inside Coulson's office, tugging crankily at the noose around his throat that polite society insists is necessary to look professional and Clint hates with a passion. Coulson doesn't look up; he keeps scribbling away at his report, long-hand because it's one of the too-Top-Secret ones to entrust to a server. It's all Coulson's damned fault, anyway; Steve, Tony and Natasha would have been more than capable of handling that meet-and-greet by themselves, he thinks resentfully. The least he can do is look up when Clint has come to complain peevishly about it--in a manly manner, naturally. He does not whine. (Much.)
TBC.......
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Date: 2011-12-20 05:27 pm (UTC)He clears his throat, but Phil keeps on writing, seemingly focused on his papers.
"Give me a minute."
Clint opens his mouth, ready to protest, because he's spent the last three hours in a stupid suit smiling at the most random people asking ridiculous questions, and if he's grumpy he feels he's gained the right to be. He almost says something terrible, something he'll regret, like I want to go home, or something equally childish, but then Phil looks up.
And the way he drops his pen makes Clint smile.
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Date: 2011-12-20 05:44 pm (UTC)Coulson opens his mouth, but nothing comes out; it's rare to see him so taken aback, and Clint won't lie that it sends a jolt of warmth through his stomach. Coulson's eyes run down his body, the horrible suit that Clint hates but Coulson seems to find rather interesting, if the look in his eyes is anything to go by.
"How--how'd it go?" The fact that Coulson has to stop to clear his throat is one hell of a notch on Clint's wall.
"Awful," he says, though he finds that the irritation simmering under his skin a moment ago has curiously drained out of him, leaving behind nothing more but a mischievous urge to sit on the edge of Coulson's desk and unbutton his jacket, just to see what Coulson would do.
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Date: 2011-12-20 05:53 pm (UTC)"Yeah, it was horrible. Too many people. You know how I am. I like having only one voice in my ear," Clint throws Phil another look before smiling again, licking his lips. "And this suit. I don't know how you wear one every day. Can't wait to get it off."
His fingers flutters at his neck again, but he stills when Phil groans - almost inaudible, but definitely there.
"Said something, Phil?"
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Date: 2011-12-20 06:42 pm (UTC)Phil glares at him, but there's no missing the way his eyes have darkened, pupils dilating despite the well-lit room. They're focused on where Clint's fingers hover by the collar of his shirt, skimming over his shoulders, following Clint's hand down as he flattens his tie over his chest. This is fun. Phil is so deliciously responsive, and Clint hasn't even touched him yet. This connection has been brewing between them for months now, and hey, if Clint knew that penguin wear would make Phil topple over the edge, he would have worn a suit weeks ago.
"Can't this wait for tomorrow? It's almost eleven o'clock, and even you need to sleep," Clint says, because he knows for a fact that Phil has been working late for the past six days already, and he doesn't appear to be noticing how tired he's looking of late.
Phil throws him a suspicious look instead, which Clint thinks is a little unfair under the circumstances. "What?" he says defensively, crossing his arms over his chest. The suit pulls uncomfortably and he's forced to straighten again. It only makes him look more awkward.
Phil doesn't appear to think so, however, because his eyes are on Clint's chest, damn near burning through the fabric of the shirt.
"You seem terribly interested in my working habits of late," Phil says after a long moment, eyes dragging up Clint's body and fixing on his face.
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Date: 2011-12-20 07:03 pm (UTC)"So you'd rather make sure I get to bed." Clint wouldn't have taken Phil for a man to play around once it is sure to be happening (and right now there is no doubt in Clint's mind that it is happening), and he's quite appreciative of how upfront Phil seems to be.
"I've read your reports, you often say just how conscientious I am."
Phil clenches his jaw, before closing the file in front of him, and standing up, his own shirt stretching nicely over his shoulders as he grabs his jacket.
"Fine. Take me home, Barton."
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Date: 2011-12-20 07:13 pm (UTC)"Shit, Coulson, you can't say stuff like that," he complains, looking around a little wildly. "Not in the middle of the damned office!"
Phil smirks. "Why not? You can't tell me it isn't what you wanted here? Or am I reading this wrong?"
"No," Clint hurries to say, taking an involuntary step closer as Phil slips his jacket on. "Not at all. No wrong reading, I can assure you. It's just that I always thought you had 'proper behaviour at the office' rules, which I have to warn you I am going to break spectacularly if you keep going."
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Date: 2011-12-20 07:24 pm (UTC)"I've already broken all my rules for you, Clint," Phil says, soft and low. "But we really should get out of here."
Clint nods slowly, reluctantly letting go of Phil's jacket and moves away, closer to the door. He hears Phil's steps, following him, and they're off through the mostly empty maze-like corridors of the SHIELD complex. They fit side by side in the elevator, Phil pressing the button to the parking floor.
"Are there cameras in these?" Clint asks, pointing to the ceiling, and Phil shakes his head. Clint grins, and reaches out for Phil again. "Good."
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Date: 2011-12-20 07:45 pm (UTC)You two are the best!
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Date: 2011-12-20 08:05 pm (UTC)The lift dings, and the doors start to open. It's one of the hardest things Clint has ever done to step away from Phil; he has to brace himself against the wall of the cabin because his knees feel a little shaky from the overwhelming need churning in his stomach, to step back against Phil, press him into the wall and kiss him stupid.
Phil makes the decision for him, placing a warm hand at the small of his back and ushering him out into the car park. Clint goes, because he wants to, and because just that muted touch is enough to send shivers all the way down his spine. All he can think is that he hopes to god that Phil's apartment isn't too far, or they're never going to make it, and he wants Phil's big, sure hands all over his naked skin.
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Date: 2011-12-20 08:17 pm (UTC)The suit is constricting, and once again Clint wonders how can Phil go through each day wearing these kind of clothes. He looks good in them, sure enough, but Clint is moving cautiously, afraid he'll rip his pants or the back of his jacket every time he shifts.
"How do you do it?"
Phil looks startled for a second, driving fast but carefully. "What?"
"Live in suits."
"I don't. I don't sleep in them."
Clint feels the temperature climb up a few degrees in the car, just by that comment. Phil can be surprisingly single-minded, not that Clint minds.
"What do you sleep in, then?"
Clint watches Phil smirk. "You'll have to wait and see, won't you?"
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Date: 2011-12-20 07:06 pm (UTC)Second, looking at the first picture and his hands, I just want to lick the spaces between his fingers. Is that weird? (Oh, lord, I can't believe I just admitted that.) LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME, JEREMY RENNER!
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Date: 2011-12-20 07:08 pm (UTC)HE JUST ENCOURAGES THE SLUT IN ME, WHAT CAN I SAY.
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Date: 2011-12-20 11:38 pm (UTC)...HOLY SHIT!!!
I have to say, I think JRenner is a good-looking guy, but he doesn't usually bowl me over the way he does a lot of people. THIS, THOUGH. THIS IS REALLY WORKING FOR ME. UNF. ...JESUS.