by Emrys Apollo
Clint was smiling. “You seem to catch me at bad times.”
Sean kissed Clint gently just under his ear. “Come on before I take advantage of you in the bathroom.” He leaned back, tugging on Clint’s hand.
Clint’s smile was still slightly shadowed, but Sean could see that the worst was over. “I don’t mind.”
Sean swallowed, ignoring that. He pulled Clint out and guided him to his bed. Clint got in obediently, climbing under the covers. Sean followed and lay down next to him.
Clint chuckled. Sean looked at him questioningly. Grinning, Clint said, “Remember I was nervous and I made you lie down with me? And you were really…” He smirked.
Sean flushed. He glared at Clint. “After I was so nice to you, this is the thanks I get? You reminding me of my-”
“Hard-on,” Clint interrupted, his eyes twinkling.
Sean gasped in pretend outrage, but his heart was already soaring. This was the Clint he wanted. Clint’s fingers were already sliding into his gently, rubbing slowly against his skin. “You are no gentleman, sir.”
Clint’s eyes were mischievous. “Then get out of my bed.”
Sean laughed. “Well,” he said, dragging out the word. “I want to be here.”
Clint took his lower lip into his mouth, smiling. “That’s what I thought.”
They smiled at each other. Then Clint tugged on Sean’s hand. “Come here,” he said.
Sean’s heart was racing as he rolled towards Clint. He buried his face into Clint’s neck, his other arm coming to splay across Clint’s chest. Clint tangled their legs together. Sean’s erection was pressing into Clint’s hip, but neither of them commented on it.
Clint’s arm was across Sean’s back, the other cupping Sean’s arm. They lay there for a while, just being quiet and luxuriating in each other until they fell asleep.
***
Later, Sean would remember Clint’s hard, blazing look of joy as they hugged. He lifted Clint off his feet, his head swimming with euphoria. Clint’s arms were hard around him and Sean was sure he was aching everywhere, but it didn’t matter because he had Clint in his arms, and they were in the semi-finals!
The emotions were extreme mainly because of the manner in which they’d won. Penalty shootouts was never anyone’s favorite business, but it made the joy even sweeter.
It was a blur of happiness. There was a lot of singing, dancing, jumping around in the locker room. There was a lot of hugging, and there was Clint, laughing, dimples on full show, abs shining and rippling as he sang and hugged everyone.
Sean couldn’t take his eyes off Clint, off his beauty, off his joy. He felt a powerful want rise in him, almost overwhelming. They sat next to each other, skin touching, thighs brushing and he felt his head reel in pleasure and love and lust.
But it was mainly lust. He wanted Clint so badly his mouth watered. His hands were burning with need, wanting so desperately to touch Clint’s naked skin, he almost moaned out loud from it.
Clint’s eyes were glittering, his hair was rumpled and he smelt of sweat-and all of it made something primal and ferocious come out in Sean, some need to mark him, some need to have him.
Their eyes met and perhaps some of Sean’s need came across to Clint because he froze, looking at Sean. They stared at each other and Sean felt his cock throbbing in his shorts and he almost reached for Clint, instead balling his fist into his thigh.
Clint’s gaze moved to his fist and when he looked back up, his eyes were dark, hot, and blazing. Sean swallowed, a tiny rush of air escaping his lips. He stood and made his way carefully to the showers, his heart pounding in excitement, so hard he was leaking.
He could feel Clint’s eyes on him as he moved away, but he didn’t glance back, knowing it was dangerous, knowing he was just inches away from publicly kissing him. He stepped into the showers in relief, turning the water on ice-cold.
It was like being dunked and shocked all at once. He gasped. It helped almost immediately, cooling his senses, his erection dying away. He stood under the freezing water for a few minutes and then soaped up quickly, feeling calmer.
But there was also a thrumming excitement in his veins. Something was going to happen tonight.
He had seen it in Clint’s eyes.
***
The way back was nothing short of torture. He made sure not to sit next to Clint, but he could feel Clint’s eyes watching him, dark and hot. Clint was still laughing and celebrating, but there was an intensity about him that Sean could see-an intensity that made Sean’s skin burn just a little from want.
They went up in the elevator with the rest of the teammates and Sean studiously avoided Clint’s gaze, instead comforting Roger on the penalty miss. He wondered if he was making any sense at all because he was hardly paying any attention to the conversation.
Avery, Paxton, Clint and Sean exited the elevator together, making their way to the end of the hallway where their rooms were facing each other. Sean’s heart was pounding so hard, he wondered if anyone could hear.
They hugged good night and Clint was the one who opened the door. As soon as Sean stepped in, Clint shut the door quickly behind him and pressed Sean up against it.
Clint’s mouth was on him quickly, hard and fast and hot. Sean moaned instantly, unable to stop himself, his hands fisting in Clint’s shirt. Clint’s kisses were different tonight, a hint of desperation which Sean had never sensed before. The knowledge that Clint wanted him made his head swim in pleasure.
Still kissing, they moved clumsily to Clint’s bed and fell in, Sean lying half on top of Clint. Sean pressed his cock against Clint’s thigh, moaning at the sensation. Clint moved his head back, breaking the kiss and nipped Sean’s lower lip.
Sean leaned in, trying to kiss him again, but Clint’s mouth moved to Sean’s neck. Well, this was an acceptable alternative. He felt his body growing weak at Clint’s tongue licking gently on the sensitive skin under his jaw and Sean shivered.
“Please,” he whispered, already going crazy.
Clint’s hand went to his hair, tugging Sean’s head up and they kissed again, tongues licking hotly into each other’s mouth, the kiss sloppy and rough.
Sean slipped his fingers under Clint’s shirt and tugged. Clint broke the kiss again, then allowed Sean to pull it over his head. They shed Sean of his shirt too and tossed it, resuming the kiss with increased desperation.
Sean was by now going mad, grinding hard into Clint’s thigh. Clint was panting and kissing him, but he was still in control and suddenly Sean wanted to break Clint of that, wanted to make him beg, wanted to mark him all over.
It was Sean’s mouth that went travelling now. He kissed down Clint’s chest with purpose, finding his nipples and licking it. Clint seemed to be surprised by the sensation and he arched a little, inhaling sharply. Sean smiled against Clint’s chest, confidence growing.
In all things, Clint had the upper hand. He was the one who held all the cards, who had all the control-because Sean had been in love with him for years. But in this-in the bedroom, Sean was the one with experience. Sean knew what to do with a man’s body and he knew what he could do with his mouth.
He licked and kissed down Clint’s stomach. Clint’s belly jumped under his, tensing.
Sean moved up, kissing Clint gently on the mouth. He slipped his hand down to Clint’s shorts. “Can I?”
Clint nodded, but his eyes were nervous. He swallowed hard and it made Sean smile. Sean kissed him again slowly, sucking on Clint’s lower lip. He pushed the shorts down with his hands, though it was made a little awkward by the position.
“Up,” he said against Clint’s lips. Obediently, Clint lifted his hips and Sean pushed it down. Sean broke the kiss, sliding down on the bed. He pulled the shorts off completely, leaving Clint only in his underwear. He could see Clint’s erection now and the wet spot on the white material.
It made Sean’s mouth water and his cock throb. Intent, he moved back up to Clint’s mouth, kissing him slowly, drawing ou
t the moment. Clint was breathing very harshly, but he was still in control, and Sean was determined to put a stop to that.
The problem was that he himself was losing control a little at Clint’s body. He hadn’t seen so much of Clint’s nudity in a long time and it was driving him crazy. The new diet had made Clint lean and hard, muscles rippling everywhere and it took Sean’s breath away.
His hand slid slowly down Clint’s stomach and when he finally closed it around Clint’s cock, touching him through the underwear, Clint sighed. Sean felt a rush of triumph through his veins and kissed Clint harder, tongue running over Clint’s lower lip.
Clint nipped his in response and Sean smiled. He couldn’t take much more of this, but he was willing to try. It was Clint’s first time with a guy and he wanted him to never forget it.
He pushed Clint’s underwear down and this time Clint needed no prompting, lifting his hips for Sean to slide it down. Sean moved away from Clint’s mouth, removing the underwear and tossing it aside. He paused and looked at Clint, flushed, chest heaving.
He was utterly naked and glorious. Every inch of his skin was glistening with sweat from their exertions, his abs shining, his biceps tensed as he fisted the sheets. His lips were wet, reddened, swollen and parted, drawing in deep breaths, eyes dark and hot as they looked at Sean.
Clint flushed deeper as Sean looked boldly over him, but he didn’t drop his gaze. Sean looked at Clint’s cock. He’d always known Clint was big-it wasn’t that hard to miss-but this was definitely bigger than Sean imagined.
Moaning, he leaned down, licking at the underside of Clint’s cock. Clint inhaled sharply, then moved upwards, dislodging Sean’s mouth. Confused, Sean looked at him, but realized that Clint was just moving into a half-sitting position so he could watch.
Sean crawled up a little, settling in between Clint’s spread thighs, powerful and rippling. He felt he’d never be luckier than this, to have this moment, to have Clint at his mercy, Clint looking at him with desperation and need and want in his eyes, his cock hard for Sean and only Sean.
It made Sean feel almost drunk with pleasure. He leaned down and took Clint’s cock in his mouth, sucking gently. Clint made a tiny sound, but didn’t do anything else. Sean held his gaze as he slowly bobbed his head once, tongue licking as he did so.
Clint was watching as if mesmerized. Sean’s one hand was bracing himself up, holding Clint’s thigh as leverage, the other gently rubbing Clint’s balls, coaxing sensation out of him. Clint’s eyes fluttered shut as Sean took Clint all the way into his throat, but he opened them quickly again.
Sean’s gag reflex had always been very controllable and it was what made him so good at this. He started bobbing his head slowly, deep throating Clint with every stroke. Clint was panting now but he still hadn’t begged or made a sound.
Sean sucked harder, drooling now, but not caring. Because he needed Clint to break, needed Clint to acknowledge that he was desperate too, needed to hear something from Clint’s mouth.
The sounds filling the room were obscene, slurping and sucking mingling only with Clint’s pants, but it somehow made it even hotter. Unable to help himself, Sean slipped a hand down his own shorts, stroking himself quickly.
He was so close he was going to come with just a few more strokes. In sync to his own hand movements, he started bobbing his head faster, licking and sucking at Clint’s cock frantically, desperately. Clint’s hand was now in his head and he started bucking up into Sean’s mouth.
Sean’s jaw was aching, but it didn’t matter because he was so close now, so close, and as he looked up at Clint, Clint moaned and Sean came.
He groaned around Clint’s cock as he spurted onto the sheets, his cock throbbing and pulsing in pleasure. Clint’s hand was pulling at Sean’s hair painfully, but Sean didn’t care because it was so good, Clint’s cock in his mouth and his hand milking his own.
The vibrations of Sean’s groan around Clint’s cock must have put Clint over the edge because he was gasping and bucking up into Sean’s mouth even more desperately. Sean was tired, but he sucked hard at Clint’s cock now, bobbing frantically, using his hand to slide wetly up Clint’s slick cock.
Clint moaned again and Sean felt a surge of pleasure rush through him. He met Clint’s eyes and Clint gasped, “Fuck, Sean. Yes.”
It made Sean forget his tiredness, forget the ache in his jaws as he sucked Clint, drooling hard, allowing Clint to fuck Sean’s mouth frantically. “Sean, I’m coming,” Clint finally cried, trying to pull Sean’s head off, but Sean held Clint’s hips firmly, still bobbing.
Clint’s cock pulsed in Sean’s mouth and Sean felt it like it was his own orgasm, like he was coming too. The come was too much for Sean to swallow and it dribbled out, but he kept licking and sucking as Clint moaned, still bucking gently up.
When Clint was truly done, when he collapsed back, eyes closed, chest heaving, Sean let Clint’s cock slip out of his mouth. He felt emotion swell as he looked at Clint now, still breathing hard. He waited until Clint’s eyes opened. He looked drowsy.
“Come here, you have-” Clint mumbled, reaching for Sean.
Sean went willingly, letting Clint rub the come off his face. He felt a surge of tenderness for this sleepy man, this man who had come to mean so much to him, who was everything to Sean, second only to Hunter.
Clint pulled him gently down and they kissed, sweaty and sticky, mouths lazily moving against each other. “That was incredible,” Clint breathed.
Sean smiled. “I’ll do that for you every day if you want.”
Clint mouth quirked. “Why do I feel like there’s a catch?”
Sean laughed easily, their mouths still brushing. “There is. You’ll have to still be my something.”
Clint smiled, nuzzling Sean. “Deal.”
They kissed again for long minutes, enjoying the afterglow. After a while, they moved to Sean’s bed, Clint’s being deemed far too sticky. They fell asleep quickly, legs tangled, arms touching, mouths close.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The night before Clint’s birthday, Sean was in a fever of anticipation. He didn’t know why he was always more excited about Clint’s birthday than Clint himself was. As far as Sean could remember, he’d always been the one counting down to Clint’s birthday, who seemed either blissfully unaware or usually mostly amused at Sean’s enthusiasm.
Clint didn’t often celebrate his birthdays. He was low-key about most things in life, but this was one of the things that baffled Sean. So Sean took it upon himself to make every single one of Clint’s birthdays special-well, if he was around, of course, and for Clint, special was the small things. He didn’t like big to-dos, preferring instead to spend time with his loved ones and enjoying life’s small pleasures, and so Sean always tried to tone down his natural tendencies towards exuberance-trying instead to give him a quietly happy day.
During the last Championship, he’d gotten Clint a very expensive watch and generously allowed Clint to kick his ass at Mario Kart all night. He was pretty sure Clint had enjoyed the latter more than the former.
Sean never worried about getting Clint a good gift because Clint just didn’t care-he accepted everything with a smile and later couldn’t even identify who’d given him what. So usually Sean got his assistant to buy something suitably expensive and instead tried to make the day special in different ways.
But things were different this time around. Now they were… well, something and you couldn’t just throw an expensive gift at a person you were making out with, could you?
Well, you could if the person wasn’t much richer than you and totally uninterested in expensive gifts.
Sean had come to the Championship with the same mindset he’d always had and, tucked in his suitcase, was a pricey boring gift. He didn’t even know what it was this time because his assistant had packed it for him.
But whatever it was, it wouldn’t do. Because what the hell do you buy a something?
The only things Clint truly wanted we
re things you couldn’t get for money. So surely Sean didn’t have to worry, right?
But he'd been feeling a nervous excitement in the pit of his stomach all day. Lost in thought, he caught Clint looking at him, smiling drowsily in amusement, but he just grinned back.
“You’re going to be so old.”
Clint rolled his eyes. “Just a year older than you.”
Sean widened his eyes earnestly. “So old.”
Clint didn’t respond. He was lying on his stomach, already drowsing and ready to fall asleep. He was only awake because Sean had determinedly kept talking, ignoring Clint’s unsubtle comments about being sleepy.
Sean watched Clint’s eyes flutter shut again and, from his perch on his own bed, sang happily, “Clint!”
Clint’s eyes snapped open. He looked irritated and rolled on his back, groaning. “Sean, let me sleep. I don’t care about midnight birthday wishes.”
Sean grinned. “Come on. It’s just another forty-five minutes! What kind of an idiot falls asleep less than one hour before their birthday?”
Clint had covered his face with a pillow. He hated sleeping with the lights on and it was one of their constant fights, though this time Sean had tried to be as considerate as possible. “A person who wants to sleep,” he said, voice muffled and indistinct.
Sean waved his hand dismissively, not caring that Clint couldn’t see. “I know you’re old, but I mean-come on.”
“I’m warning you-”
Oblivious, Sean continued absently, looking at his phone, “I know you’re practically a grandpa now but-”
It was like a small tornado hit him. Clint had leaped from his bed with such speed, one would never have suspected he was two minutes away from snoozing. He knocked Sean down flat on his bed, tossing the phone back on his own bed and straddled him.
Sean looked staggered and slightly winded. He seemed speechless for a second, then started laughing.
“What the hell are you doing?” Sean said, still grinning.