Clint—MAY CONTAIN AVENGERS ENDGAME SPOILERS

[nola_beast]

Because Zach's salary was tony, his apartment was tiny. In turn, so was his bedroom, and much of it was taken up by the bed itself, which was a modest full that didn't leave a ton of extra space.

So he definitely, definitely noticed when someone climbed in with him in the middle of the night.

"Clint?" he sleep-mumbled, because if it wasn't Clint, he was going to be extremely alarmed.

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[nola_clint]

"Yes," he said. Then he pulled back, hunching a little into himself. "No."

[nola_beast]

Zach immediately curled around him. "It's okay, Clint. You're emotional." That could be the only explanation, right?

[nola_clint]

"I'm sorry," he said. "I just--you feel good, you always feel good, and I wanted to feel good too."

[nola_beast]

"Are you mixing up your senses of 'good?'" Zach asked, unsure.

[nola_clint]

"You feel both kinds of good," he amended. "But it's not like it's a secret you're ridiculously hot so that part's a given."

[nola_beast]

"What?" It had been a secret to Zach!

[nola_clint]

Clint just gave him a look.

This felt a hell of a lot better than before. It was keeping his thoughts engaged on Zach and away from everything else.

[nola_beast]

"I look normal!" Zach protested. "You've always been the hot one."

[nola_clint]

That was practically an invitation, right? Clint shifted his weight to one knee and straddled Zach's hips, settling over him. It wasn't even an unusual pose for them--Clint was always clamboring on Zach or perching on him. But it sure felt different now. "You think I'm hot?" he asked, voice dropping low as he leaned in, hands braced on either side of Zach's head.

[nola_beast]

"It's common knowledge," Zach said, trying to sound unaffected. He was very much affected, though, and since he'd never really considered this for them before this very encounter, it was overwhelming.

[nola_clint]

"But somehow you don't realize you're hot?" He shifted over Zach, eyes studying his face. The air was supercharged between them--hot itself, and incredibly dangerous.

[nola_beast]

He couldn't do this. He wanted to do this.

Clint didn't know he was Hawkeye. Would knowing Zach was jocular old Beast, everyone's favorite blue short-time Avenger, change Clint course here?

Zach couldn't do this.

So he tried to slam his hand on the kill switch. "Maybe it's the resemblance to Esther."

[nola_clint]

That? Ended up being more of a dare than a kill switch, unfortunately.

"Esther doesn't have one of these," he said, pointedly shifting back his weight to press against Zach's cock. He kept his hands where they were, but the pressure was brief and intense and left sparks behind his own eyes. "O-or eyes that blue."

[nola_beast]

"Clint," Zach whispered, a plea and a moan all at once, without even realizing it. Clint was the one who felt good.

[nola_clint]

"I want to kiss you again," he said as a warning, breath speeding up a tick.

[nola_beast]

"In the morning you won't," Zach said. But all he wanted to do was try it again. "You'll regret it, because it's me and that makes it complicated."

[nola_clint]

"Will I?" He didn't think he would, but then, his emotions were a complicated mess. Half of him wanted to curl up here, next to Zach, and never leave. The other half wanted to just...run. Run, hide, never look back. Maybe if he ran fast and far enough, whatever this was inside of him would stop. "You're smarter than me, so."

[nola_beast]

"That's not true," Zach said instantly. They were each smarter than the other, just in different ways. "But I do think you'll regret it." He pushed at Clint's shoulder gently. "Come on."

[nola_clint]

"Well, I already did it," he pointed out, leaning in again--close enough to press their foreheads together, butting lightly against Zach's with pure affection even as his breath was hot against his cheeks. "Might as well have a couple of minutes of fun out of it so at least there's something worth regretting."

[nola_beast]

"Well, I don't want to regret it. Off," Zach said, more firmly and pushing hardly.

[nola_clint]

He slid back with a sigh, doing as he was asked--and crawling out of the bed. "Okay," Clint said. "Okay."

[nola_beast]

Zach sat up, hair disheveled and face flushed. He looked like he'd been having sex, but without the fun. "Don't be mad at me."

[nola_clint]

"Of course not," Clint said immediately, surprised Zach could think he was. "Why would I be mad at you? You're perfect."

[nola_beast]

Zach's shoulders slumped. "I'm not perfect. I don't want you to think that I am, because it just means I'm going to disappoint you."

[nola_clint]

"In that case," he said, "you'll be perfectly disappointing." Clint rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to let on just how embarrassed he was feeling. It muddied up the emotion from before, both making it far easier to separate from himself (just a stupid movie) and more cringey to think about. "Are we good?"