Open Birthday Post

[from_a_distance]

For most of Clint's life, his birthday has not been a very big deal to just about anybody. When he was really little, there were cupcakes, and sometimes games and once (he thinks) friends, but that didn't last long, and the group home was not big on birthdays, and in the circus nobody really cared, and since then...well, as you get older, birthdays just stop being as big of a deal.

At least, that's what he always tells himself. And that's why he never tells anybody when his birthday is. Doesn't matter anyway. It's just another year.

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[not_a_commie]

"Just because theirs cake on the menu doesn't mean a birthday fuck has been taken off." He says easily. "Hey just because it came out a little lopsided, doesn't mean it's gonna taste bad, pal." He grins giving Clint a slight poke.

He picks up the card and hands it to Clint grinning a little. "Seriously though, happy birthday."

[from_a_distance]

"I'm sure it's delicious," Clint concedes.

He leans into Bucky a little as he takes he card. There's a brief hesitation before he opens it, and he turns to look at Bucky with a small, hesitant, sincere smile. "Thanks, babe."

[not_a_commie]

Buck grins and pulls Clint in for a small kiss. "Anything for you." But then he arches a brow wondering if Clint saw the passes or if he spaced and forgot to put them in.

"There was something other then the card in there... or did I space and forget to put them in?" He asked voice warm and amused more then anything as he takes a bit of purple frosting and taps Clint's nose with a metal finger.

[from_a_distance]

"Haven't even opened it yet," Clint says, his smile growing as he kissed Bucky again. "Give me a chance."

He wrinkles his nose, laughing, and pulls back to catch Bucky's hand and lick the frosting from it.

[not_a_commie]

"I might be a little excited okay, I like birthdays." He laughs a little as Clint licks his finger. "I have left over frosting in the bowl." He teases with an eyebrow waggle waiting for Clint to open the card.

[from_a_distance]

Clint grins as he lets go of Bucky's hand, leaning against him as he opens the card. He reads the card first and then looks at the passes. His eyebrows go up.

"Are you fucking kidding?"

[not_a_commie]

"No not kidding ... we have leave... neither of us have been." He says easily biting his lip a little grinning like a food. "Hell it wasn't even around when... well you know." He shrugs a little.

[from_a_distance]

Clint is biting back his own grin. He turns to kiss Bucky again, arms curling around his shoulders. "Seriously?"

[not_a_commie]

"Seriously, hotel fucking booked and everything." He grins a little arms wrapping around Clint's waist. "We're going to the happiest fucking place on earth." He laughs warm and easy.

[from_a_distance]

"You are such a dork," Clint says, but he's definitely grinning now, and he leans in to kiss Bucky yet again.

[not_a_commie]

"Says the man with the bluray collection." Bucky teases back, returning the kiss easily. "How many people think they can they they saw Steam Boat Willie at the pictures?" He's says making fun of himself a little.

[from_a_distance]

"Just you, old man," Clint teases in return. "But you can tell me all about it."

[not_a_commie]

"Well sonnie, I was 10 and sound was still a newfangled thing." He says with a mock old man voice. "You gonna have cake or do you have other plans for your birthday, oh our flight is the day after tomorrow he adds, unless you wanna fly us."

[from_a_distance]

"Yes, Dad," Clint says with a sage nod before smirking.

"Somehow I don't think SHIELD is gonna let us borrow a jet for this."

[not_a_commie]

Bucky's lips twitch at the title and he's not going to delve into why he likes that his hands slide a little lower along Clint's back. "Good boy." He quips back before he can even think about it.

"Flying coach it is." He laughs a little, airport security should be fun, at lest he has the damper.

[from_a_distance]

Clint doesn't think anything of it until Bucky responds, and then his eyes darken a little, and a shiver runs down his spine and he's leaning into Bucky.

"Couldn't spring for first class?" he asks, his voice a little rough.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky licks his lips and lets out a rough laugh and shakes his head, "Got the fancy hotel, had to cut back somewhere... remember I'm not used to have actual money to spend...I'm sure we can stay entertained on the flight." He hands move a little lower to grope Clint a bit.

"So good birthday so far?" He asks Clint kissing him again, slow and easy.

[from_a_distance]

"I guess I can live with that." Clint keeps his arms looped around Bucky's shoulders. His hips arch forward casually against Bucky's.

"Great birthday so far," he murmurs into Bucky's lips, his own quirked up into a smile.

[not_a_commie]

"Cake or do you have something else on your mind right now?" He grins a little leaning his forehead to Clint's, smirking. "You're birthday, your menu." He says with a playful wink.

[from_a_distance]

"You're putting something else on my mind," Clint admits, nosing along Bucky's cheek. "But that cake is pretty tempting..."

[not_a_commie]

"Welll we could have the cake and then deal with those thoughts your having.... take it with us, or just take the half can of frosting left." He says easily pulling Clint a little closer and rubbing against him a little.

[from_a_distance]

Clint tucks his face into Bucky's neck a moment, groaning quietly. "Let's take the frosting and have the cake after."

[not_a_commie]

"What ever you want birthday boy." Buck says but doesn't pull away for a long moment, but then he's pulling back to go to the kitchen and get the tub of bright purple frosting he mixed up.

He takes some onto his finger and licks it off.

[from_a_distance]

Clint grins and reaches to drag his finger through the frosting, bringing his finger to his mouth as well and making a show of licking it off as he starts to move toward the bedroom. "Coming, old man?"

[not_a_commie]

"Listen here whippersnapper I could teach you a thing or too." He laughs though his eyes have gone a little dark with lust as he follows Clint toward the bedroom. "Keep making the age jokes, kid." He says kicking off his sneakers, "Call me whatever you want but the line is grandpa." He jokes setting the frosting down on the edge of the bed to start striping out of his clothes.