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⚠️Hawksilver⚠️

"Good Job," Clint said, slapping Pietro's behind, causing Pietro to release a unmanly sound. Clint chuckled and started walking off the elevator in his floor of the Avengers tower, leaving Pietro in the elevator blushing at the weird interaction and the fact Clint just touched his butt.
Pietro sighed as he walked to his bathroom. He and Clint had been training all day, and Pietro was covered in sweat and grime, but he enjoyed training , although Clint beat his ass every fight.

But just being around Clint made Pietro feel amazing. Pietro could never deny his attraction towards Clint. Being around him everyday didn't help with his feeling either but it didn't matter.
No one but Wanda and Pietro's friend David, whom he met because David worked with Tony, had know of his Liking of Clint. But they didn't mind and it's not like they would tell.

Pietro started undressing himself slowly, even though he could have gone super fast, but his limbs was way to sore to do it. He stood there nude as he turned on the hot shower water. He stepped in and felt the water trickle down his naked body, relaxing his muscles in a calm way. He stood still for a few moments, enjoying the feeling. He finally started washing his luxurious hair, massaging the soap into his scalp, and he began letting his thoughts wonder.

He thought about all the training and the new skills he's been learning. Or about how good Clint looks in those pants he wore today. Or maybe even the way Clint pinned him to the floor during their fight today. God, Pietro barely covered his erection through those tight spandex pants today. Just thinking about Clint had already got Pietro half hard. He reaches down and starts stroking himself.

"C-clint," Pietro moans out as he continues thrusting into his palm. He has his back pressed into the tile of the wall, and he's moaning out Clint's name, and occasionally curses.
It doesn't take too long before he feels the certain feeling in his stomach, and he finishes his orgasm.

He finishes washing himself and turns off the water. He opens the curtain and grabs his towel placed on the sink. He walked back into his room and he completely freezes as he stares at Clint, who is sitting on his bed with a brow raised.

"Can I help you?" Pietro asks, becoming a little self conscious as he looks down at the towel, the only thing keeping him from being bare naked.

"Well," Clint starts, standing up and meeting eyes with Pietro, " I was gonna come and ask if you wanna go out and have some drinks, and the door was open so I just let myself in."

"O-oh," Pietro says. He's still standing there, awkwardly fidgeting at the towel.
And then Clint starts walking towards Pietro. Pietro looks at him confused as Clint steps into his personal space.

"I didn't know you had such a thing for me, Maximoff. " Pietro could feel his breath graze his cheek, that had flushed as soon as Pietro took in the words.

"What d-do you mean?" Pietro said barley above a whisper. Clint smirked, and took another step towards the blushing quickster, leaving hardly 5 inches between them.

"Do you think of me every time you get off? Or is it just in the shower?" Clint started stepping towards Pietro again, causing Pietro to take a few steps back in return.

"I-I," Pietro stuttered, unsure of what to say, and then he felt his back hit against the wall, allowing Clint to have him cornered. Clint's smirk deepened, and he placed one hand by Pietro's head on the wall, having him trapped. Pietro gulped slightly, he couldn't admit this situation didn't turn him on, and the slight bulge began showing through the towel.

"Wow, getting excited, aren't ya?" Clint pressed closer to Pietro, Pietro groaning when he felt Clint's left knee press against his erection.

"What're d-doing?" Pietro's voice came out in that thick accent, filled with want and need.