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Who: Clint Barton and Dylan Dog
What: A stolen moment on a happy day
Where: On the outskirts of the party
When: 10/23/2021, during the WandaVision wedding reception
Status/Warnings: Complete/Low, just sweet

The wedding was actually really beautiful, and Dylan was moved by how welcoming the couple had been inviting everyone in their odd little community. The setting was perfect, even if he did give the waves a couple of dirty looks at first. He hadn’t been down here since his mishap, but the ceremony had soon made his mood shift to a more happy one. Clint had stolen his attention the moment Dyl had laid eyes on him in his groomsman suit. He scrubbed up ridiculously well and Dylan had waved back like a smitten kid as his Archer had passed back down the aisle. Clint’s responsibilities had kept him away for quite a chunk of the day, but Dylan didn’t mind too much. He was being sociable with other guests and the champagne helped ease the discomfort in his shoulder, (and the rest), but by the time the sun started to dip toward the horizon he was starting to feel tired. Lucky came and found him at that point, sitting beside him on the grass a little way from the festivities while he regrouped.

The best ring bearer in the world have a tired "whumpf" and set his head on Dylan's thigh. Clearly he, too, needed a break, but desired more pets and attention from the person who'd been spending time with his person. And speaking of his person— Clint’s job was mostly done, since he'd made it through a toast that started out a little awkward, but wound up making people laugh and cry in all the right places. He grabbed a couple of pieces of cake and wandered in the direction he thought he saw his boyfriend go. His circus years and a keen sense of balance helped keep the whole thing incident free, although he had to stop and glare at his dog. "Are you two-timing me? The both of you? With each other? At my friends' wedding? For shame."

“Hey, you tired too?” Dylan petted Lucky’s head, scratching behind his ears and then stroking down his back. “You’re especially soft and glossy coated today, did you have a bath?” He kept up his petting, letting Lucky relax against him as much as he wanted. The pup was the cutest, and had been a very good ring bearer. Just like his person had been a very good Groomsman. The speech was spot on, despite the nerves at the start and Dyl was proud of his guy.

Looking up at Clint’s approach, he smiled, laughing quietly at the accusations thrown their way. “What can I say? I like blonds? I like ones in suits carrying cake best though.” Offering to take the plates while Clint sat, Dylan leaned in to kiss his boyfriend as soon as he did. “Hey, Honey.”

Clint snorted, and then hummed into the kiss before he turned to sit on the side of his boyfriend that wasn't occupied by his dog. "Quality save, babe." His teasing smirk softened at the pet name, the one that left him feeling all gooey inside. "Hi. How're you holding up?"

His hand smoothed carefully over Dyl's back, the other picking up a forkful of cake—not for himself, but for Dylan. It might have been a bit of an apology for what was coming next. "I think I gotta be social for a little while longer, but most of the big moments are out of the way. You don't gotta stay, if you don't want. I already got my dance with the bride. And you." Clint's eyes glittered in the fairy lights and turned heated as they looked their fill. "Can't believe someone so good looking was my date. Suit looks like it was made for you."

"I know, I'm so good at those." Dylan chuckled, leaning his head on Clint's comfortably solid shoulder. "I'm okay. Meds are wearing off but the champagne probably is holding its own in keeping me numb. It's bearable. Y'know?" He didn't want to put a damper on things, or make his boyfriend feel like he needed to stay and look out for him. They'd had their dance, which had been slightly awkward as Dylan couldn't keep his hands from wandering and a wedding definitely wasn't the place for that sort of thing. At least not in view of all the guests.

Lifting his head as the cake was offered, he took the bite and hummed, both at the taste and the gentle touch to his back. "I want to stay, but I think I should go back. Don't worry, I know you have your Groomsman duties, I wouldn't expect you to leave early." Dylan smiled, shaking his head the tiniest bit at the compliment though the expression in his kohl lined eyes was equally heated. "I was thinking the same about you. Guess we both lucked out. You look insanely good in blue and I'd love to help you out of it when you get back."

A little hum of concern left him, and Clint turned his face to kiss the top of the head on his shoulder. As far as pain med alternatives went, champagne didn't sound so bad. Still wasn't ideal, however. He was way more than pleased with Dylan's choice to stay, which fueled his leaning in and kissing the sweet wedding cake taste from his lips. His face warmed under his boyfriend's comments, making him shift slightly as he reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, It's a component of purple, so I guess it tracks." Clint chuckled softly and inched his hand into the one not occupied with petting Lucky. "But I'd like that too. Maybe you heading back to get some rest ain't such a bad idea, darlin'. Haven't been able to keep my eyes off you all night. You look so good. And your eyes. I'm gonna be dreaming about 'em for weeks, if I'm lucky."

God, if Clint kept up these kisses Dylan wouldn't have the willpower to leave early and a tiny noise of disappointment left him as his boyfriend moved away again. "Yes," Dylan nodded, and gave a smile which was a little on the goofy side. "Impeccable logic, sir." Curling his fingers around Clint's, he stroked his thumb across his boyfriend's palm and leaned a little closer. The way his voice drawled darlin' sent a little thrill skittering down his spine and his expression turned sultry, "Mmm so do you, fairly certain you noticed how bad I was at keeping my hands in check while we danced. I'm sure I can be well rested for your return." He brushed his lips against Clint's neck, just above the crisp collar of his shirt, "You like the eyeliner, hm? I'll have to put some on for Halloween too."

Between the soft, goosebump-causing caress against his hand and the promise of the kiss against his neck, Clint couldn't hold a single thought in his head. All he could do was tilt his head in both request and offer. Down this path, he should not have tread, because it was a recipe for opening the floodgates. Look at all those mixed metaphors. Yup, his brain was definitely leaning toward going offline. "Dancing, Halloween, good. Or not good. Best. God, all I want right now is to peel you out of that suit and have my wicked way with you. But I gotta take after Lucky and be good, I guess."

“Be a good boy now and you’ll get your wicked way as a reward later.” Dylan practically purred against Clint’s exposed neck, placing another kiss there to emphasise his point, before pulling himself away. If he didn’t stop now, he never would. “The cake is almost as delicious as you are.” Pausing his Lucky pets for a moment, he took another bite of his own, then offered Clint a forkful.

A full body shiver went through him, hard enough to make Lucky pick his head up with a quiet whine. Clint couldn't help but laugh as he ignored the cake for now and leaned over his boyfriend's legs so he could hug his dog and nuzzle their foreheads together. "Sorry, buddy. I'm okay, promise. That was a good shudder, and you're the best boy for being worried."

His smile was lopsided when he pulled back again just enough to snag the not-at-all-forgotten bit of cake and then give Dylan a lopsided smile. "Want me to see if Kate can take him for the night? Or do you want him to keep you company until I can?"

Watching Clint and Lucky’s interaction left another smitten smile on his face and he patted the dog’s shoulder gently before turning his attention back to his cake. The slice his boyfriend had brought for him already a third gone. It really was delicious, and he eyed Clint’s slice as his archer sat upright.

“I’ll take him back with me if he wants to go. I wouldn’t mind having company. But if he wants to stay with you I won’t drag him away. Might be boring for him if I’m having a power-nap.”

Clint looked at his dog again, critically this time, and smiled in sympathy. "I have a feeling this party pupper might be edging toward pooped. Just pat your leg when you go and see if he wants to come along." As if he'd seen the slightly covetous look in his boyfriend's eye, he set his untouched plate on Dylan's leg and kissed his cheek. "Save this for me? Or leave it for later so you can get nice and sugared up. It's past time we made good on the promises we made to each other in our various states of distress, wouldn't you say?"

“Bless him, he’s had a big day.” Dyl smiled at the pupper in question and nodded, he’d let Lucky decide whether he was ready to go on not when he set out. His eyes tracked Clint’s movements and a tiny smile pulled at his lips when the cake was entrusted into his care. “Of course. I’d say it’s definitely time to keep those promises.”

Warmth spilled across Clint's cheeks, and he took his boyfriend's hand again, giving it a squeeze while he settled back at his side, their arms flush with each other. "Can't wait, babe. Well, have to, but you get the idea." He looked out over the party and its glittering lights. It seemed to swim a little, but he ignored it. Weddings got him all emotional. "I'm really happy you're here, Dylan."

Leaning against his boyfriend’s side, he lifted his hand, turned Clint’s face toward him and gave him a far gentler kiss than he thought it would be to start. “I’m really happy you’re here too.”