jlfghldjfghsdjfgh CLINT YOU HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE TEASE. :D :D :D
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 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.