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Natasha’s preschool class was in full swing when Clint entered the studio. “Up on your toes little ones. Stretch those muscles, lift those fingers. Good, good.” Her smile was genuine and she barley acknowledged Clint before leading the little trail of girls all dressed in pink in an exercise that involved pointing and flexing their feet. Clint flashed a smile to the moms who were appraising him in the corner and set to work prepping his next lesson. He was in the supply closet pulling out gymnastic rings when music started seeping in from the auto shop below. It was Black Sabbath or something equally as loud and not suitable for little girls in pink whose mothers watched them while they pirouetted around the room. “Clint?” Natasha stuck her head in the closet and asked with false cheer, “Would you mind?” Clint nodded, rolling his eyes in the direction of the floorboard.
He ran down the narrow staircase and burst through the side door to the shop. “Tony! Would you turn that shit down?”
“Why, is interrupting all the little ballerinas?”
There was a smudge of grease underneath Tony’s eye and he twirled a clamp between his fingers for second before it clattered to the floor. Clint generally liked Tony, the mechanic was often loud and annoying but he rented them the space above his shop for cheap and let Clint putter around the shop and work on his bike for free whenever he felt like it. “Tony, Nat’s teaching a class right now of little girls and…” Suddenly, the music cut off.
“Sorry, thought that class ended half an hour ago.”
“Nah it runs till three. Thank you.”
“Well you owe me the rent.”
Clint winked and moved to head back upstairs, “We paid up for three months last Wednesday, Tony, you just want me in the shop more.”
“Well Stark Motors and Lube could always use just a little bit more of making people think about different kinds of lube.”
“Ew, god, ew. I’m going upstairs now. See ya later.”
“Yeah see ya at Nick’s”
Clint stretched after Natasha’s class was through, on one of the blue, relatively new and clean, mats, warming up for his class that started at four. “I’m going to Steve’s my littlest one.” Natasha crouched down in front of him and kissed his cheek. “He needs to work on his speed and I told him I’d give him some pointers. Are you going to the Old Country after your class?” Clint hmmed and rubbed at the leg that wasn’t tucked underneath him. “So yes. Tell Thor ‘hello’ for me.” Clint switched legs. “Just be home for dinner.” She kissed his other cheek and headed out the door, leotard half hanging out of her duffle bag.
He was teaching middle and high school boys acrobatics that afternoon. Most of them were in one of Natasha’s ballet classes as well and had signed up for his class as a way to gain more upper body strength to help do the lifts. Others were there because they were nerds, Clint assumed, because who just decided to learn acrobatics? Most of the moms stayed and watched and pretended to not play games on their phones and gossiped about the other moms. By the end of class Clint was happy with how the kids were coming along and even more happy that the class was over. He loved teaching but something about these boys got under his skin. He stacked the mats as everyone filed out and acted like he couldn’t hear the women telling her son to go wait for her in the car. When he turned around the women stuck a piece of paper with her number on it into the waistband of his sweat pants. She was wearing way too much eyeshadow. He feigned innocence and she got huffy and told him he was too good for Natasha. Clint hoped she’d keep bringing her kid and helping pay rent on the studio.
Tony was already closed for the day when Clint locked up the studio and the door that opened to the staircase. Classes always left him keyed up, itching to do something. That was the worst part about teaching, sometimes you got to do stuff, but most of the time you were just teaching other people how to. The Old Country was only two storefronts down and Thor knew to be waiting on him when the bell above the door clanged as Clint walked in. The Old Country was a bookstore that specialized in old books. Some were actually old and some were reprints but Thor did pretty good business for the location. The shop smelled of paper and cinnamon and looked clean and organized without looking like a public library. Books were stacked in random places and maps hung at odd angles on the wall. The shelves were a maze and none of the bookshelves matched.
“Thor?” Clint called out. Thor usually sat in his spinning office chair behind the counter near the front of the store, usually carving wood or reading. Clint headed deeper into the shop passing the stairs and considered running up to see if Bruce was in or if he was pretending to not be watching for Natasha at Steve’s. But then he felt Thor’s massive hands pulling at his waist and back against Thor’s hard chest.
“How was your class?” Thor asked against his neck before placing sucking kisses against it. “I know it was good because you would not be here if it was not.”
“Is Bruce in?”
“No, he headed out a few minutes ago and I just closed the shop. No one will be able to hear you scream if that’s what you’re worrying about.”
The kisses had turned to bites and Clint felt himself melting. Slowly, Thor backed them up and manhandled Clint so he was sitting on Thor’s desk. “Stay here.” Thor commanded, his whiskers tickling against Clint’s ear. Thor pulled the blinds closed, flipped the lock on the front door, and started to strip as he walked back towards the desk. They had been hooking up for months and Clint had yet to discover if the impressively large man before him was actually named Thor, or if he had just told people that when he had moved in and opened the store, to add to the appeal. “What do you want, sweetheart?” Clint allowed himself to be moved around as Thor removed his t-shirt and stopped to thumb over Clint’s nipples.
“Wanna ride you.”
Thor pushed him back on the desk and quickly stripped him of his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. “You are going to scream for me aren’t you baby?” Thor asked from between Clint’s spread legs. “Especially when I get my tongue on your needy little hole?”
“Yes, sir!”
Clint’s cock was completely ignored as Thor kissed down form Clint’s hipbone to his rim. He could not stop the truly desperate and embarrassing noises as Thor licked over him, tongue barley probing into his entrance. Thor’s hands tightened on his thighs and dragged him forward. And he did scream when Thor’s tongue pushed inside the muscle. It didn’t take long before Clint was trying to hold onto the slick surface of the desk and trying not to buck his hips. Thor moved his mouth back with a slurp that almost echoed. He placed gentle kisses above Clint’s kneecaps in a sharp contrast to where his mouth his just been.
The office chair creaked slightly as Thor half spun mindlessly as he watched Clint spread his ass cheeks and prep his hole with the lube Thor always kept in his desk. After a minimal amount of time Clint felt like he was stretched enough and he used the excess lube to slick up the condom on Thor’s cock. Thor gripped Clint’s hips with one hand as Clint straddled the bigger man, the other guiding his cock into the waiting hole. His cock was huge, the biggest Clint had ever seen, and the first time they had fooled around Clint hadn’t been sure he could ever be stretched enough to take it. Clint never did take the time to prepare himself as much as he knew he probably needed to. He liked the burn of it, how Thor always made him take, how his own whimpers sounded.
Clint muffled his screams against Thor’s shoulders but by the time he came, all he could let out was a gasp. He came untouched, for some reason Thor never touched his cock and he never could remember to reach down and jerk himself off. He went lax when he was done coating their stomachs in his come and Thor picked him up, placed him over the desk, and thrust back in, before Clint even became aware of the loss. It hurt now that he was oversensitive but he didn’t mind and after a few moments Thor spilled inside of him. They panted for a minute, Thor pressed snugly against Clint’s back. The cheap paper towels from the shop’s bathroom scraped a bit as they used them to clean up the mess and the buried the condom under the pile of them in the bathroom. Thor relocked the store as they headed out together into the twilight.
On their way the past by Days Gone By Boxing Ring and met up with Natasha, Steve who owned and managed the place, and Bruce. All the gossip surrounding Bruce said that he had a doctorate degree in something but now he ran a yoga studio above Thor’s bookstore. The five of them all walked to Nick’s. According to the neon sign above the door Nick’s had a totally different name but nobody called the diner that. It had always just been Nick’s. Nick knew all of them by name and rented the apartment above the restaurant to Clint and Natasha. Everyone who lived and/or lived on the block called Nick “papa” when they were certain he couldn’t hear them. All of them had waited or busted tabled for him when they were short on cash. He’d always hire them for the day with no questions asked.
The rest of their group was waiting in the diner when they walked in. Tony and Sam were at one end of the table lost in discussion but Sam still managed to catch Clint’s eye and wink at him when Thor pulled out his chair. Rhodey was texting. He always sorta felt like Bernie from Rent to Clint. He had connections to the group and worked on the block but he didn’t belong here like the rest of them did. Sam and Rhodey, or James as he kept trying to tell them, ran the recruitment and VA center for the area. Tony slept in the apartment above with Sam. Rhodey lived in an actual apartment complex. Steve, Thor, and Bruce lived above Steve, so everyone considered Rhodey very lucky to not be living above some sort of place of business.
Clint found himself sitting in between Steve and Thor. The two were almost stereotypically bros but Steve was always a little tense when he knew that Thor and Clint had just been fucking. Not that Steve would have ever used that word in that context. When Clint started to realize that his dry streak could not continue and that he would never find the time to go to bar and that he needed to start hooking up with one of his neighbors, Steve had been at the top of his list. The man was absolutely gorgeous but he gentle and sweet and maybe even wanted a relationship and Clint had backed off and started to sleep with Thor who was much more his speed. Thor was demanding and dominant and Steve was as much of a sub as Clint knew he himself was.
For the most of the meal he watched Bruce and Natasha flirt. If it could actually be called flirting. He winced most of the time but at least they were amusing. Tony and Rhodey had started to fight and Steve and Thor were talking boxing stances and Sam was being hit on by the waitress. She was a sweetheart and had been working there since she started college a year ago. She knew all their names but Sam was the newest and apparently feeling Darcy’s breasts push against your arm as she refiled you glass was some new sort of hazing ceremony. Clint remembered the feeling well.
The table shut up instantly when Natasha shushed them and pulled out her ringing cell phone. She nodded for a moment, listening, answered a couple questions. Everyone waited expectantly for what the call had been about when she hung up. “I’m getting a new student.”
“That’s all,” Tony laughed, “It sounded like you were getting interrogated.”
“Her dads just a little overprotective is all.”
Eventually everyone finished eating, squared things away with Nick, and headed out. Clint and Natasha helped Darcy clean the table before heading up the back staircase to the place they had made home. “Love you, Clint.” Natasha kissed his forehead.
“Love you too, Tasha.”
And they went to bed.