As they step inside Phil's car, Phil behind the wheel, Clint's mind reels at how confidently Phil has touched him, like he's known forever just exactly where to put his hands for Clint to keen. It's extremely erotic, and it takes all of his self-control not to grab Phil once they're in the car, the memory of Phil's hands on his hips - not enough on skin, fuck's sakes - making him want to spread his legs in the confined space of the passenger seat of the car.
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 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?"