Right. Didn't matter. More important things were going on anyway. And once Clint remembered himself, damn, that was so much better. So no, they didn't really need to talk about what they were feeling about one another at the moment. That was definitely right out there, especially with the way Jamie's lips parted with an unspoken invitation.
The hand at Clint's shoulder idly slid down, taking in the lines of his chest. He was so fit, not that Jamie was a slacker but he wasn't that fit. Then again, he didn't do the superhero thing like Clint apparently did. Did that just come with the territory? It was definitely good territory to be in and Jamie was going to take every advantage of it.