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Clint hasn’t really spent much time in Brooklyn. Prior to becoming part of the Avengers, most of his time was spent traveling or on assignment for S.H.I.E.L.D., and when he wasn’t on the move, he stayed at base. Manhattan has been home in recent months, but he knows there haven’t been that many trips to the other boroughs. The few times he has been out of Manhattan were to areas of Brooklyn that Steve wanted to revisit, so he shouldn’t be too surprised that’s where Steve’s taking him for their second date.

There’s no point in asking where they’re going for their date since he knows Steve would just gloat and remind him about keeping surprises. Besides, the destination isn’t that important. Spending time with Steve is. Wherever they’re going, it’s got to be something that closes early because they left the tower a little after eleven. Steve looks good in a pair of blue jeans that fit him very well. It’s really a shame that the train isn’t crowded since he wouldn’t mind taking advantage of the opportunity to stare at Steve’s ass in those jeans. He doesn’t mind sitting, though, because they’re able to talk during the long ride into Brooklyn.

Looking at the map on the train wall, he wonders if they might be going to Coney Island. He’s never been there, but he’s heard about it. It also seems like something Steve might enjoy, even if Clint’s pretty sure it’s rather seedy and changed since the forties. When he hears Steve say it’s time for their stop, he’s proven wrong. He might have to check out what the internet says about Coney Island, though, because it could make for an interesting date if it’s still fun. He likes doing things that might remind Steve of his past since so much of their lives are totally in the here and now.

“You’re still not going to tell me where we’re going, are you?” Clint moves through the crowd as they exit the train, leading the way as usual, but he’s not sure if they need to catch another train or if this is their stop. After a quick look around, he knows it’s their stop because there aren’t any other lines that run through this station.

“It’s a surprise.” Steve smiles and ducks his head down to brush his lips against Clint’s ear. “Not so good to hear when you’re excited and curious, is it?”

“Just remember, I’ll get you back, and you’re more impatient than I am.”

“I can be very patient, Clint. You’ll learn that about me, if you don’t already know.”

“If this some reference to the rate of our physical relationship, I do know. If it’s about a mission, I know that, too. If it’s about anything else? I might have to disagree. You always ask me at least a half dozen times for answers whenever I tell you I’m planning a surprise.”

Steve pinches his ass, which causes Clint to make a startled yelp. “Be nice. I’m very patient, and you know it.”

“Fine. You’re somewhat patient. I wouldn’t choose to use the descriptive of ‘very’, though. It’s misleading and inaccurate.”

Steve sighs and kisses the side of Clint’s neck before tugging on his arm. “We’ll just have to call it a truce there. However, I reserve the right to return to this discussion at an appropriate time in the future in which I’ll demonstrate my patience in a way that suits your definition of very.”

“You know, you’re even sexier when you’re smart,” Clint says, reaching out to do a bit of pinching of his own before darting ahead to reach topside before Steve can get him back for the pinch. It was more of a grab, really, since he’s wanted to squeeze that ass for months. When he steps out into the afternoon sun, he blinks and looks around curiously. An arm moves around his waist, and he smiles. “If you’re not a gorgeous hunk of blond soldier, I’m afraid I have to decline your offer. I’m already taken.”

“You bet your ass you are,” Steve mutters. “And it’s nice to know that you think smart’s sexy. What about artistic and creative? I think I fall a little more in that category than genius, especially living with people as brilliant as Tony and Bruce.”

“Don’t self yourself short, babe. But, yes, I think creativity and talent is sexy, too. Hell, I think we both know that I just find you sexy.”

“I happen to like the way you get intense and focused when you’re concentrating, whether it’s on one of your mystery novels or a target. And your hands.” Steve makes a noise that has Clint glancing at him. “I can’t wait to feel them on me,” he says, cheeks flushing faintly.

“So, my hands, huh?”

“Great. Now you’re going to torture me by touching me and drawing attention to them, aren’t you?”

“It’ll be a sweet torture, at least.”

“You stare at my hands, too. A lot. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

“It’s no fun if you can torture me in return, Steve. It’s not my fault your fingers are long and your hands are so strong.”

“They didn’t change that much, after the serum. Just got bigger, to go with the bigger body, but I still remembered how to sketch and they felt familiar when I held a pencil the first time. Everything else wasn’t familiar. You know, there are still times when I do a double-take by a mirror because I forget I’ve changed?”

“There are some mornings when I stare in the mirror making sure that my eyes are my own,” Clint admits, stepping to the side to avoid a group of tourists. “Even after the therapy, I have nightmares about being controlled and killing you, killing Nat, torturing the others.” He glances at Steve and just sees understanding, not pity or fear. A tension he didn’t realize had entered him relaxes. “I’ve done a lot of bad shit, Steve. Before S.H.I.E.L.D., for S.H.I.E.L.D., doesn’t really matter in the end, does it? I think we all have stuff that’s happened that hits us at certain moments or that we don’t even think about because we’re used to it until bam, we get a reminder.”

“That makes sense.” Steve leads him around a corner, and Clint sees Prospect Park up ahead. “I don’t even know the full scope of the serum, you know? I have no idea just what all it does to me outside of the physical and health related issues. I get angry and happy and feel emotions, obviously, but I wonder sometimes if it has more control over me than I know about. Perfect soldier and all that. I know it doesn’t control everything, of course, but some nights I wake up from nightmares where it does.”

“When we start sleeping together, we’re going to have to talk about our post-nightmare routines. It’ll help make it easier on both of us if we know ahead of time what we need to get through that.” Clint reaches out and casually takes Steve’s hand. They’re getting into serious conversation territory for walking down the sidewalk in Brooklyn, which means it’s time for a subject change. “So, we’re going to the park?”

“We’ll do that. I like hearing when, by the way.” Steve squeezes his hand and smiles. “The zoo, actually, and a picnic in the park after is what I have planned.” He nods at his backpack. “I brought food and my sketchbook. I, uh, was hoping you wouldn’t mind if I sketched you.”

“You never have to ask that. Any time you want to sketch me, you’re welcome to do so.” He doesn’t mention that he doesn’t think he looks as good as the guy Steve sketches, all beautiful and powerful. “A picnic sounds good. The zoo is definitely a surprise. I can’t remember when I last went to one. God, before the orphanage, I figure. Thirty-something years, that’s for sure.”

“Bucky and I went to the zoo before, but it’s been a while since I’ve been. I thought it might be an appropriate second date.”

“It’ll be fun. As long as the animals are taken care of and not being neglected and caged up simply for our entertainment. If they are, we might be asking Tony to buy us a zoo.”

“He probably would if you asked him. He’d rename it to something ridiculous like Stark’s Animal Emporium, probably, but he’d buy it.”

“Eh, I don’t know. Pepper might put a stiletto down to prevent that. Hopefully, it won’t be an issue. I just can’t stand seeing animals mistreated. At the circus, some of the acts just didn’t care for their animals at all, and it always upset me. Barney said I was too soft and shouldn’t care, but he turned out to be a betraying bastard, so we know his opinion isn’t valid.”

Steve bumps their hips together. “If you get any gut feelings that this place isn’t properly handling their animals, we’ll leave and get the team involved to investigate.”

“Yeah?” Clint smiles as he ducks his head. “It’ll be fine, I figure. Too many people visiting for them to get away with that shit.”

Steve leans over and kisses his cheek. “Yeah,” he says firmly before leading them to the ticket window. He seems surprised at how much it costs for the tickets but passes the cash over to cover the two tickets.

“I’m guessing the zoo wasn’t as expensive back in the forties?” Clint takes his ticket and tucks it into the pocket of his jeans. He’d totally deny, even under threat of torture from Nat, that he’s going to keep it in an old shoebox along with various other tickets and receipts he’s been unknowingly collecting since he and Steve started hanging out.

“It was more like the thirties, and, no, not that much. I don’t see how a family with children could afford to spend a day here without spending quite a bit of money.” Steve frowns. “It’s not really fair, is it? It’s like the museums that charge so much for admission. We take them for granted because we have the money to spare now, but so many people don’t. I remember what that’s like, to scrape for every cent, and I try to remain in touch with those memories but it gets hard when I have money now.”

“Maybe what we can suggest to Tony is paying for a day at the zoo for locals,” Clint says, wanting to remove that frown from Steve’s lips. “He could use it as PR for the company, and the team can attend, out of uniform, so we can all be kids again for a day.”

“That’s a good idea.” Steve grins, the one that makes his eyes twinkle and his cheeks almost dimple. “You can talk about the bad things you’ve done all you want, Clint Barton, but I’m on to you. You’re a good guy.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Clint leans up and steals a quick kiss. “C’mon. I want to see animals.”

They start walking through the zoo, and Clint talks about some of the animals he knew from the circus. He also mentions random facts he knows because Steve isn’t that familiar with animals. There are a few times when one or the other of them has to steal a kiss, but they keep it chaste because they’re in a public zoo with kids around and some of the parents don’t seem to approve of two men holding hands.

“I don’t believe you,” Steve mutters when they leave the reptile area.

“Trust me. A turtle can breathe out of its butt.” Clint grins as Steve rolls his eyes. “I bet you.”

Steve arches a brow and purses his lips. “What are we betting?”

“An hour of, uh, what did you call it back in the day? Necking?” Clint waggles his eyebrows. “Remain dressed, hands above the clothes, kissing and touching.”

“I don’t see how that would make either of us the loser.” Steve clears his throat and licks his lips. “In bed. I want to push you down onto my bed and neck with you for an hour. I’ll follow your rules, but I want it to be in bed.”

“Okay.” Clint cringes when he hears how husky his voice sounds. “Winner’s bed. How’s that?”

“Good. We still have a picnic, though.”

“And the rest of the zoo. I want to go back to see the red panda again, too. I feel a kinship with the things. We both like perching in trees and climbing things.”

“There’s a no animal rule at the tower, so don’t even think about asking for one.”

“We’ll just have to come back to visit the ones here.”

“Maybe we can, uh, have the picnic on the floor? Would that ruin the date?”

“What was that bragging earlier about being so patient?”

“You had to take it there, didn’t you? Fine. We’ll have our picnic and see whose resolve breaks first, sweetheart.”

“You’re so sexy when you’re stubborn and turned on.” Clint looks around before leaning up for a kiss. It’s still a little strange to be dating a guy so much taller than himself, but he’s adjusting pretty well. It’s just a little more tilt and standing on his tiptoes sometimes.

Steve returns the kiss before pulling back. “No more kissing. Not until we’re back at the tower and necking properly.”

The next three hours are some of the longest of Clint’s life. They finish their visit to the zoo, only Steve uses every opportunity to touch him or stand too close or breathe on his neck. The picnic is even worse. There’s food and Steve licking his fingers and making noises that wouldn’t be out of place in a porn film. The slice of chocolate caramel cake is delicious, but Clint isn’t going to orgasm over it. Steve, however, moans like he’s about to come. Still, Clint’s too stubborn to break. He just starts returning the favor, licking at the icing and making noises of his own.

In the end, he’s not sure which of them breaks. All he knows is that they’re finally on the subway headed back to Manhattan, sitting across from each other because he’s not sure they’ll be able to control themselves if they were sitting together. The tension is electric, and he can’t really remember ever being this aroused before. His dick’s twitching happily, like it knows he’s getting lucky, and he’s too focused on not humping Steve like an oversexed dog to tell his body to calm down because it’s not getting lucky in the way it thinks.

The elevator at the tower takes forever, and they don’t even say a word to each other as they tap their feet and Steve punches the button for their floor again as if that will speed it up. Clint bites his lip but can’t help the laugh that escapes when Steve pushes the button for the fourth time.

“Don’t say a word,” Steve warns, giving him a pouty look. “This has nothing to do with patience.”

“Uh huh. Keep telling yourself that, babe.” Clint leans against the elevator wall and laughs outright. “We’re both acting like teenagers, I swear.”

“I never acted like this when I was a teenager.” Steve laughs as he drags his fingers through his hair. “I had no idea what I was missing.”

They’re still laughing when the elevator reaches their floor. The laughter fades as they walk to Clint’s suite. It’s the closest to the elevator, but he also knows he’ll win their bet, so it’s all good. He unlocks the door and is barely inside before Steve is pushing him against the wall and kicking the door shut. “JARVIS, please lock the door,” Clint manages to get out.

“JARVIS, stop monitoring this room, please.” Steve reaches back to lock the door himself before he kisses Clint. There’s nothing chaste about it as he practically devours him, licking and sucking and biting at his lips. “I’ve wanted to do this for hours.”

“Bed. That way.” Clint motions vaguely in the direction of his bedroom. He definitely does not let out a squeak when Steve suddenly picks him up, causing Clint to wrap his legs around his waist, and carries him to the bedroom like he doesn’t weigh anything at all. He also doesn’t whimper because, fuck, that’s hot.

Okay, he might, but he distracts Steve with a kiss to make sure he can’t tease him about it.

“Door.” Steve squeezes Clint’s ass as they bump into the door. Clint reaches behind him and fumbles around until he finally gets the knob turned. Steve crosses the room and they fall to the bed, Clint ending up on top as Steve breaks their fall. “Taste so good, sweetheart.”

Clint shifts and rolls them onto their sides. Necking is more of a side thing, he tells himself, because there’s no way that he can be on top of Steve without rutting against him. He’s hard, and there’s no doubt that Steve is too because he can feel the rather large bulge pressed against him as they move closer. When he feels warm fingers brush against the small of his back, he whines and deepens the kiss.

Steve slides his hand further up Clint’s back, and the feel of warmth against his bare skin is amazing. He wants to touch, too. He tugs on Steve’s shirt, stroking his side as he pulls back from the kiss and nibbles on his lips before sucking on the bottom lip. “We shouldn’t,” he murmurs, trying to remember his own necking rules. “God, you feel so damn good, Steve.”

“We should,” Steve says, panting as he looks at Clint. His face is flushed, his hair is damp with sweat around his forehead, his pupils are dilated and his eyes are so blue. “I’ve never…I need…I want….Clint. Please.”

“Shh, babe. It’s okay. I got you.” Clint kisses his face as he reaches down between them. He murmurs soft words, telling Steve how good he tastes and smells and feels as he begins to knead his bulge. Steve makes a noise as his hips buck forward, pressing more firmly against Clint’s hand. “That’s it. Let go. Let me take care of you.”

The noises Steve makes are unexpected but arousing. He’s vocal, which Clint finds a huge turn on. He begins to move his hips slowly, rubbing against Steve’s leg while he continues to squeeze and knead his erection. They kiss again, sloppy and wet and perfect. Clint moves his hand and shifts so that they can rub against each other. The friction makes them both gasp into the kiss, then everything just blurs together.

It feels so good. Clint holds on to Steve, enjoys the feeling of strong arms holding him close, and they both just let go. When Steve pulls back and stares at him, touching his face and his lips, Clint feels a connection he can’t remember ever feeling before. This isn’t just about orgasms. It’s about them, and he finally gets it. Gets the difference. And it’s beautiful.

He kisses Steve’s face and holds him as he suddenly shudders, making a soft noise as he comes. Clint rocks his hips, getting the friction he needs and coming soon after Steve. When he finally comes down from the high, Steve’s watching him and looks dazed yet blissful. “So that’s what the fuss is all about,” he says, voice sound wrecked and gravelly in a way that makes Clint’s dick twitch despite the fact he just came.

“Yeah.” Clint brushes Steve’s hair back from his forehead. “You’re lethal. I just broke my own necking rules.”

“They were silly rules.” Steve kisses him, soft and sweet. He smiles when he pulls back. “My underwear is sticking to me and my jeans are a wet sticky mess. Yet all I want to do right now is to get my sketchbook out of my bag so I can capture how you look at this exact moment. You look…you make my fingers twitch, you know?”

“I don’t really know, but I get it anyway.” Clint smiles. “Fine. Get your sketch done then we’ll clean up.”

“Really?” Steve traces Clint’s bottom lip with his thumb. “It’s not too weird?”

“We share a home with an alien God, a trained assassin, a man who flies around in a robot suit, and a hulk. This? Doesn’t even register on the weird scale anymore. So get your sketchbook before I end up taking a nap.”

“Clint, I think I might really be falling--“

“No words.” Clint presses his fingers across Steve’s mouth. “You never get emotional after orgasms. It’s euphoria talking most of the time.”

Steve pouts before licking at Clint’s fingers. “I’m going to sketch you, then we’re going to do more necking. Maybe we’ll take a nap at some point, too.”

Clint laughs and snuggles against his pillow as he watches Steve roll off the bed and go to get his sketchbook out of the backpack he left in the other room. Maybe they broke some of his rules, but he can’t really complain. Besides, he’s never been that good at following rules, anyway.