Clint Barton (greatestarcher) wrote in chances_rpg, @ 2022-02-06 16:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | marvel comics: clint barton, umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves |
WHO: Clint Barton and Klaus Hargreeves
WHAT: Making New Friends 🙂
WHEN: Saturday, January 29 - Backdated
WHERE: The Speed Friending Event
WARNING/STATUS: High, but not NSFW (so much innuendo it's not so much innuendo anymore)
Klaus hadn’t exactly been closed off or unfriendly in the months that he’d been here. But when Ben and Allison showed up, and he started his own sobriety journey, he had been more focused on his family and his own life. Klaus had decided last minute to put himself into the speed friendship group, mostly cause Ben and Allison were doing it too and well, what was the worst that could happen. Klaus couldn’t help the smirk that fell over his face when he received his pairing for the night. Clint. His boyfriend Clint. He clearly needed to get to know the other person better. Klaus was tempted to grab them both alcohol– it was still an impulse for him when he was running on autopilot and not consciously thinking about his decisions.
Instead, Klaus got them both some virgin mocktails (shirley temples, of course) and plopped down over to their assigned table. He set the drink in front of his boyfriend, and then extended a hand to him in the handshake.
“Hey, My name is Klaus,” He said intentionally sending Clint a flirty wink, “I hope this isn’t too forward, but god you are hot.”
Between this, that, and the other, Clint hadn't actually been paying attention to his "dance card", so imagine his surprise and delight when faced with his first five-minute-friend of the evening. He was suddenly very glad he hadn't ordered a drink yet, since he was trying his best to be conscious and respectful of Klaus's sobriety, and he didn't hesitate to pull the bright pink drink toward him to immediately fish out a maraschino cherry. If he put on a little bit of a show with it, swirling it around his tongue before popping it in his mouth stem and all well, that was between him and his tablemate.
After a few seconds of seemingly bashful silence, he pulled the tied stem from his lips and put it innocently on the table between them. "I hope it isn't too forward to offer to take you home and make you see god either." He grinned and extended his hand. "I'm Clint. I know this is supposed to be a 'friends' event, but how do you feel about benefits?"
Klaus was more than happy to stare at Clint’s lips while he tied up the cherry. He smirked as he pulled a sip from his drink. “I would be lying if I didn’t say it made me absolutely curious about what that tongue can do.” He admitted.
“I get the feeling that you and I are going to become quite good at this… friends thing.” He smirked, “Benefits included.”
"Aw, shucks, mister." Clint ducked his head and affected the best innocent look his could muster. It actually wasn't half-bad. Oh, the things a person could learn from a highly trained Russian spy—especially an eager student, like Clint had been back when he first started running around with his lovely Widow. "You sure you don't wanna get to know me a little better before we get to know each other a little better in the biblical sense? Seems to me, there's a bunch of good questions on this list right here. Like… How would you like your day to end?"
Klaus grinned, taking the straw of his shirley temple very carefully into his mouth and sucking while making very poignant eye contact with his boyfriend. “I suppose you are right,” Klaus admitted with a wink.
“How would I like my day to end?” He repeated, pretending to mull the question in his head as he absently stirred his drink. “I’m thinking… in bed. With you as naked as the day you were born. Perhaps on top of me in a very compromising position.” He grinned playfully. But, he looked carefully over the question list. “What would your talent be if you were Miss or Mister World?”
A hot pulse went through Clint's entire body. He swallowed half of his sweet pink drink in one go as his face blazed, and then set it carefully down. The last thing either of them needed was a bar glass mishap. Too much attention, especially as he extended his leg under the table and let it come to rest against Klaus's calf. "Really loving that imagination you've got there. You paint a very… potent word-picture." Clint chuckled, warm and husky, like something barrel-aged. "Now, see, most people might assume that'd be archery, and maybe for an event like that it would be, but that ain't the only talent I have. Now if there was such a thing as an Adult Miss or Mister World, I could really show off my assets."
He glanced around them and then leaned in. "If we were the only people in this room, what would you do to me right now?"
“Oh?” Klaus said a predatory smirk settling over his features. “And what assets would those be?” He let his eyes slowly rake over the other man’s features. He stretched his own legs with a grin.
“I would slowly strip you… for a proper inspection of course. Slowly. Tasting your skin. Until there was nothing left for me to take.” He teased him, “I could come up with some… interesting things to do with this ice, I bet.”
What with the way everything went hazy around the edges, Clint knew his eyes were blown black. His level of turned-on was frankly absurd, and he wasn't even sure he'd be able to stand up without drawing some stares and maybe getting kicked out for indecency anyway. His gaze drifted to the ice, and his imagination kicked into overdrive. He licked his lips slowly and nodded. "Yeah," his voice came out a low croak. Clint swallowed to try to clear it, for the little good it did. "Yeah, let's do that. Like, right now. But not here. Obviously. Yeah."
“Who needs to meet new people anyway? I’ve got enough friends.” Klaus teased. He grabbed his drink and took a very large chug from it. He smirked and reached out his hand towards Clint, “Your place or mine?”
Clint matched his smile right back, but the way he took his hand spoke volumes for the real warmth behind what was otherwise a throwaway gesture. "Take me anywhere, handsome stranger. I'm all yours."