Jamie could only smirk when he felt the lift of his shirt, feeling a little too pleased. But they really could be on level ground. It was his turn to break the kiss, reaching behind him to grab the back of his shirt and pull it up, over his head. He tossed it aside somewhere, not really paying attention. And he didn't quite go in for another kiss. It was with a very cheeky grin that he leaned back down, leaving a trail of kisses along the curve of Clint's throat.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he realized they were probably going very, very fast but they were both adults. They could do what they pleased. And Jamie wanted to be with Clint, one way or another. He'd take whatever the other man would give him.