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It’s a little strange to be dressing up so much, but tonight is special. Steve hasn’t realized just how casual he’s become since waking up in modern times until he pulls on a pair of black trousers and puts on a white shirt with tiny buttons and French cuffs. A new pair of leather dance shoes are on his feet, and he’s trying to decide if he wants to wear the vest or coat. There’s a good chance that he’d end up losing the coat, so he decides to go with the dark blue vest. He puts some product in his hair and steps back to check himself out in the mirror.

“Not bad, Rogers,” he murmurs, posing a little before he does a few dance moves to make sure the clothes are going to work on the dance floor.

“You’re supposed to have a partner for that, babe.” Clint sounds amused, and Steve nearly trips from the surprise of being interrupted.

“I was just test--wow.” Steve can’t remember seeing Clint in anything but jeans or sweats in the months they’ve known each other. Tonight, he’s wearing gray slacks, a light purple shirt, a dark purple vest, and a fedora. He’s also wearing the new dance shoes they finally bought after Nathan kept teasing them about wearing sneakers to dance class after so many lessons.

Clint slowly smiles. “Wow, huh? And you can’t even see the suspenders.” He winks before pushing himself away from the doorframe and stalking Steve. He’s definitely stalking. That’s not walking. “You look delicious.”

“I didn’t get suspenders or a hat.” Steve thrusts out his bottom lip. “And I’m the one who actually lived in that time period.”

“Google is love.” Clint leans in to kiss him. “I’ll let you borrow my hat, if you want.”

“No. It looks good on you, sweetheart.” Steve reaches up to tilt the hat slightly. “Very dashing.”

“Do I look like an extra in a Bogart movie?”

“Were you trying to?”

“Well, I know what a crush you had on Bogie, so it seemed the best example to follow.”

“I didn’t have a crush on Bogart. I just admire his acting. I’d say you could easily be in a party scene in a Sam Spade movie.” Steve smiles. “You didn’t have to go to so much trouble, you know?”

“Of course I did. We’re going out dancing, and I want to look the part. We don’t want to embarrass Nathan and Sylvia, after all. They’re our teachers, so our ability will reflect on them some.”

“It’s a good thing we’re so damn good,” he says, unable to stop smiling. They’ve attended multiple swing dance classes, but this is the first time they’re actually going dancing. He can’t help but think of the missed dance with Peggy while also being grateful for the chance to experience this with Clint.

Clint nods. “I agree. I’m looking forward to this. Shoes feel a little weird, but I like the look. Not sure Nikes would go with the suit too well.”

“You’re very handsome.” Steve leans down for another kiss. “I love you, you know?”

“Huh?” Clint blinks at him before he grins. “Yeah, I know. Feel the same. About you.”

“Good.” Steve kisses his nose before rubbing their noses together. “I know I haven’t really said it, but I wanted you to know.”

“Steve, you say it all the time. Just not with words.” Clint shrugs. “I don’t need the words, not when everything you do tells me how you feel. But no take backs now that you’ve said them.” He licks his lips before he says, “Love you, too.” He sighs after, smiling sheepishly. “Okay. I managed to say it. Wasn’t sure. Haven’t said it before, not like this.”

“I shouldn’t admit how happy that makes me, to know I’m the first one hearing it, but I can’t deny it.” He shrugs before stealing another kiss and pulling Clint closer. “We should go before I suggest we just stay here.”

“No staying home, babe. I want to show you off, and the Frim Fram Jam awaits us.” Clint pats his ass. “We should probably make a break for it before Tony gives us a curfew. He always gets twitchy when we’re out too late. Yet he says we’re the parents. Ha!”

“Sylvia says it only lasts until one, so we won’t be out too late anyway.” Steve isn’t worried about Tony or curfews. He’s flying high tonight, and it’s not just because he blurted out how he felt without even thinking about it. Really, it’s not like they need a perfect moment or that this moment isn’t as good as any.

“We can get pancakes after. I’m craving pancakes. Topped with fruit and lots of syrup.” Clint follows him out of his room and down the hall to the elevator.

“If you can wait for breakfast, I’ll make some blueberry pancakes in the morning. Bruce bought some fresh blueberries from the market, and they’re not going to last through the weekend if we don’t use them.”

“You just don’t want to go for food after because you’ve already got nefarious plans for my body. Don’t think I’m fooled by your concern for fresh fruit.” Clint waggles a finger at him. “It’s the vest, isn’t it?”

“Actually, it’s the hat. It’s very Bogart,” Steve says with a straight-face.

Clint laughs and shakes his head. The elevator doors open, but they’re blinded by a flash of light before they can step onto it. Tony’s standing there holding a camera and smirking at them.

“Awww. Mom and Dad going out on a fancy date! I had to get pictures for the scrapbook that Thor’s making.” Tony takes another photograph. “Now, we need you to stand closer and pose for us. The rest of the team is looking forward to seeing these.”

“If we’re the parents, can we ground him?” Clint asks, looking at Steve with a hopeful expression.

“You know I’m your favorite, Bird Boy.” Tony grins. “Now give us a kiss. We need a photo of the ‘rents kissing or the scrapbook will be incomplete and that will make Thor a sad puppy.”

“If we don’t humor him, he won’t let us on the elevator. While I don’t mind cardio, I don’t want to waste the time walking down a billion flights of stairs when we’re going to be dancing for hours,” Steve says thoughtfully. He’s actually given it thought since Tony appeared.

“Dancing, huh?” Tony lowers the camera and really looks at them. “We knew it was fancy dress because Natasha slipped and spoiled that, but she didn’t mention dancing. You both look like the old photos my dad had stashed in a drawer, which means it’s old time dancing. Is it fun? Oh! Maybe we could all go--“

“No!” Steve cuts Tony off before he can invite the entire group along with them. “This is date night, not family night. Take your pictures because I want copies of them, and then get out of our way. We’ve got an event to attend.”

“Yeah, what he said.” Clint smiles. “Besides, you’d need lessons, and those are Friday nights.”

“Family bonding trip!” Tony nods his head emphatically. “We can’t let you two go off dressed up and having fun without us. I like dancing. I’m like Fred Astaire only hotter.”

Steve clears his throat and gives Tony an impatient look. “You’ve got five minutes, Stark.”

“Threats are pointless when I can just have JARVIS shut down the elevator and use the security locks for the stairs.” Tony waves his hand in the air.

“You can’t ask him if there’s a fist in your mouth,” Steve says, arching a brow and straightening up.

“Right. Pictures then you two get to have a fun date without the rest of us. Neglectful parents that you are.” Tony actually makes them pose for photos, and Clint ruins several of the pictures by laughing and muttering about how crazy his life is now.

Finally, they’re allowed to get on the elevator. Steve glances at Clint when the doors shut on Tony’s smirk and waving hand. “I tell myself that he’s that way because he cares.”

“He’s also a bit of an asshole.” Clint shrugs. “It’s fine. I never did the prom thing, so this is close enough to satisfy any random wondering I had about that experience.”

“I’m actually looking forward to seeing the pictures. You look gorgeous, sweetheart.” Steve smiles. “What Bucky would have called a hot tamale, if he’d been into guys.”

“Maybe he was and you just never know. I mean, it’s not like you’d have expected to be having a relationship with someone like me back then,” Clint says. He looks at Steve with that curious yet slightly vulnerable look that’s so carefully concealed that it took Steve months to figure out it even existed. “Do you ever have doubts? About being with me? A guy, that is.”

“If I’d met you back then? I’m sure I would have been confused, and I honestly don’t know what I’d have done.” He can’t lie to Clint, but it’s not like he’s got an answer to the question really. “Now, though, I don’t have doubts. It was weird at first, and I didn’t really understand what I was feeling in the beginning, but life’s too short to let fear control what makes me happy. I’d never regret you, Clint. Never doubt what we’ve got together. What about you?”

“No, I don’t doubt us.” Clint ducks his head and smiles. “Like you said, I might have at first, but mostly in myself, not in you. I’m getting better at that, though.”

“I love you,” Steve says simply, finding it easier to use the words now that they’re out there in the open.

Clint leans up to kiss him. The rest of the trip down to the lobby passes quickly while they make-out in the elevator. When they reach the first floor, Steve puts Clint’s hat back on his head and straightens their vests before the doors open. He’s glad he did because Happy’s standing there.

“This way, gentlemen,” Happy says, bowing and motioning as he obviously fights a smile. “I’ve been instructed to drive the parents to wherever they’re going and wait until the dancing feet are tired.”

“It’s Manhattan. When is Tony going to realize that the subway is faster than a car?” Clint mutters, shaking his head.

“I’ll get you to your destination faster than a subway, Barton.” Happy gives him a stern look. “Now be a nice mommy and accept the loan from Stark.”

“I’d suggest not calling him Mommy if there are any weapons around,” Steve warns quietly, watching Clint’s ass as he walks to the front doors. “Nevermind. We’re talking about Clint. I’m sure he’s armed even now.”

Happy laughs and nods. “I’d be sure of it. Do you have an address for your destination?”

“Only if you promise not to tell Tony where you take us.” Steve gives Happy a serious look.

“It’s not fair forcing me to make a promise to Captain America,” Happy mutters before agreeing. Steve gives him the address of the dance studio where the jam is held then goes to catch up with Clint. The ride over actually isn’t too bad, considering the heavy traffic on the streets at such a late hour. Of course, New York is the city that never sleeps for a reason, and nine probably isn’t that late for many people.

When they reach their destination, he and Clint go to the fourth floor and find the You Should Be Dancing studio where the event is being held. He’s already feeling excited just seeing the other people who are obviously here for the dancing. He sees a man who has to be in his seventies chatting with a couple of college kids, and there are people of all ages socializing and waiting for the dancing to begin.

“Sylvia’s right. This is swell,” Steve says, grinning at Clint. “And it’s crowded. More than I expected, at least. No one is going to notice us with this many people around.”

“There’s got to be a hundred people here, if not more. Did you see that woman’s dress? The older one with the bright red sequins?” Clint nods in the direction of a woman wearing an elaborate costume that looks pretty authentic. “I totally want to dance with her. I bet she can, what did you say back then, cut a rug?”

“I bet she can.” Steve perks up when the DJ starts talking and the music begins. He takes Clint’s hand and tugs him towards the nearest space open for dancing. “She can have you later. Right now, you’re mine, sweetheart. Let’s Lindy.”

Clint winks and moves into position. They start dancing, and Steve loses himself in the music and atmosphere and Clint. The music is great, and the DJ plays the crowd well. Partners change as everyone dances, just having fun and not worrying about anything but the dancing. Steve loses track of Clint at one point, and he has no idea how many partners he has by the time he has to take a break.

“I’m getting out danced by senior citizens.”

Steve turns and grins at Clint. His vest is unbuttoned, his sleeves are rolled up, but his hat’s still on. Reaching over, he takes the hat and puts it on his own head. “Age is just a number. How’re the shoes feeling?”

“Not bad. Getting broken in for sure. Might have a blister on my left heel, but that’s because I was dancing with a guy who kept stepping wrong and so I was off beat.” Clint leans up to kiss his chin. “How’re your feet?”

“Aching, but a good kind of ache. I don’t know if I can stay until one, though. If we do, we’ll be crashing when we get home because I’ll be too worn out for necking.” Steve kisses Clint’s forehead and strokes his back. “While I’m enjoying the dancing, necking with you is one of my favorite things.”

“Well, we can always put on some Billie or Ella and slow dance at home.” Clint nuzzles his neck, pressing a soft kiss against his pulse point.

“Have I mentioned lately how much it means to me that you can actually say those names and know them?” Steve looks down at Clint and smiles. “I think that’s one of the first signs that I was falling for you, in fact. When you actually asked me about my time, instead of just forcing modern stuff on me like nothing in the past meant anything.”

“Course it means something. It’s what you know, or knew, and I like knowing about what you liked before we met.” Clint shrugs. “Doesn’t seem that special or anything to want to hear about it.”

“It is. Trust me.” Steve leans down for a public appropriate kiss. He’s seen some inappropriate kissing tonight, but he doesn’t want to draw attention to them. In a crowd this size, dressed as they are, they’re just strangers dancing and not superheroes who have been on the news and in magazines. He knows Clint isn’t that fond of being recognized in private moments, so he’s not going to do anything that makes people look at them twice.

“Think maybe we should go now,” Clint murmurs against his lips. “It’s almost midnight, and we don’t want Happy to turn into a pumpkin.”

“Hmm. No, we wouldn’t want that. Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go home and do a little private dancing.” Steve takes his hand and leads them through the crowd, having to stop a lot because people are everywhere and he doesn’t want to get in their way. Clint passes him and just shoves people, pretty much like he does at subway stations and crowded museums. Steve follows the path he clears, murmuring apologies to anyone who actually gives them a dirty look.

Happy’s got the car parked on the street taking up two places, so he’s easy to find. He puts down the tablet he’s been reading and opens the door for them. The drive home is faster because traffic isn’t nearly as bad at midnight as it was before nine. Steve keeps his hand on Clint’s thigh during the drive, squeezing occasionally but not moving it because he doesn’t want Happy to notice him touching Clint’s dick. Fortunately, they get home before he gives in to the temptation to touch.

After thanking Happy for the car service, they enter the lobby of the tower and head to the elevators. Of course, none of them are near the first level, so they have to wait. “How are your feet?” Steve asks, glancing at Clint with a smile. “Mine are starting to feel better.”

“They’re a little sore, but that’s to be expected when we spent hours dancing.” Clint leans up to kiss the spot beneath his left ear that always makes his breath catch. “When we get on the elevator, I’m going to fall to my knees, unzip those pants of yours, and suck you off before we reach our floor.”

Steve clears his throat and licks his lips. “Um okay?”

“We’ll have to hope that no one else is going up or else we’ll stop on a floor and they’ll see you with your dick in my mouth and that flushed look on your face as you fight for control so you don’t come too soon,” Clint says, voice low and husky and sinful.

“Clint,” he groans, leaning down to nibble on Clint’s throat. “Stop trying to get me to come before you even touch me.”

Clint laughs softly. “Why should I? I know how much you like it when I get dirty. Such a naughty boy, getting hard when I talk filthy to you.”

“I’m not the naughty one.” Steve unconsciously jumps when the elevator lets out a ding to indicate it’s arrived. He’s been so focused on Clint that it startles him. As soon as they’re on the elevator and the doors close, he’s pushed back against the wall and Clint’s dropping to his knees.

“Can’t wait to have you in my mouth,” Clint murmurs, taking his hat off and tossing it on the floor before reaching up to unzip Steve’s pants. “You’re already hard for me, babe. I knew you liked the dirty talk.” He looks up and smiles smugly as his hands shove Steve’s underwear down just enough to free his dick.

“Do not. It’s all lies,” Steve says, reaching down to stroke Clint’s hair with his fingers. “Let me feel you, sweetheart.”

Clint licks the head of his dick, teasing him as the elevator begins the rise up to their floor. He doesn’t spend much time teasing, though, since he’d already mentioned his plans to get Steve to orgasm before they reach their stop. Steve gasps when Clint swallows half of him in one go. His hips buck forward, and he reaches out to find purchase by gripping the wooden bar around the perimeter of the elevator. His fingernails dig into the wood as Clint sucks and licks, taking more of him into his mouth.

“So good.” Steve still feels a little self-conscious about being vocal about his pleasure, but it’s something that Clint likes, so he’s been getting better at it during the past couple of months. He doesn’t talk as obscenely as Clint often does, but he doesn’t hold in the noises or murmurs that he feels when Clint’s making him come.

By the time they past the fiftieth floor, Steve’s thrusting forward into Clint’s mouth and so close he knows he’s not going to last much longer. When he comes, he whines softly and nearly loses his balance because his knees get weak and his body shudders in pleasure. Clint keeps sucking until he finally pulls back and stands quickly. “Love how you taste,” he says, licking at Steve’s lips as he shoves his own pants down and starts to stroke his dick.

“Let me.” Steve reaches out, jerking Clint’s dick as they kiss and the flavor of his own release is shared. Clint’s grinding against him, their fancy trousers down around their knees as they rut and kiss. A low grunt against his mouth and the feel of wet sticky warmth spilling against his fingers and thigh let him know that Clint’s come. When they finally pull back, he notices they still have three floors left before reaching theirs.

“I think I got some on your pants,” Clint says, smiling wryly. “Sorry. I got messy there in the end.”

“They’ll wash. Don’t worry about it.” Steve leans in for another kiss before pulling his underwear and pants back up. “I think we might both need a shower, though.”

“We can shower together then do a little slow dancing to Ella,” Clint suggests. “Naked dancing, maybe?”

Steve slowly smiles. “I think naked dancing could become a new favorite activity.”