Clint Barton; Relevant to my interests

[kellifer]

-> There is not one but TWO comment ficlets in response to my plea for awkward!Hawkeye goodness because you are all much too good to me in my time of dire need.

-> I was inspired by the hilariousness of everyone's musings so now it's ANOTHER THING I'M WRITING I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR. So basically, Clint has to pursue Phil unlike he's had to pursue anyone ever and then Phil is unashamadly dickish about it all but it only makes Clint want him more.

"Oh my god, you have to stop that."

"Stop what?"

"That... what is that? Is that porn noises? Why are you even doing that?"

Clint looks down at where Phil has gripped his thighs to stop him moving, can't even comprehend how the guy is critiquing him at this very moment. "I... what?"

"You should make noise if it's punched out of you, you can't hold it in, it takes you by surprise even. You shouldn't be making it like you're dubbing some movie about a guy who's come to clean the pool and has ended up in sexy adventures with two very surprisingly willing and busty co-eds."

"Christ Coulson," Clint grunts, makes to get off him but Phil's hands grip harder, holding him in place and he does make a noise right then that sounds the requisite punched out of him. Clint holds still for a second, before he gets it. "Are you actually getting off on telling me I'm doing this wrong?"