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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[from_a_distance]

"But regular people suck cock all the time," Clint points out. "Most people don't...get off on this kinda thing."

[not_a_commie]

"Clint... there are still people who say sucking cock isn't normal... and fuck em no ones in our bedroom, but us." He says easily. "A lot of people don't get off on having there ass fucked either, but we aren't freaking out about that." He adds smirking a little.

"Look I liked it, I like mixing things up for kicks, as long as we aren't hurting anyone and we're both into it." He says voice going a little soft.

"But if you don't want to do it again, it's okay I wont push it." He finishes. "I just thought since we both liked it... it wouldn't be a problem."

[from_a_distance]

"No, I like it," Clint says quickly, shaking his head. He doesn't want Bucky to think it wasn't something he'd enjoyed.

"I just..." He trails off a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. "You really liked it?"

[not_a_commie]

"Yes, for the hundredth time." He laughs a little smiling at Clint. "I liked it." He says leaning over and giving Clint a soft kiss. "No joshin', I liked it." He says leaning back a little.

[from_a_distance]

Clint bites back a smirk and moves to climb into Bucky's laugh. "If you're sure," he says, still a little wary.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky smiles and wraps his arms around Clint. "I am positive." He says kissing Clint again briefly. "We can keep it as is, play around, play it by ear." He shrugs, "We aren't gonna figure it out, if we don't talk though."

[from_a_distance]

"I don't know what there is to talk about," Clint says, still a little uncomfortable. "Like you said, we both like it, so..."

[not_a_commie]

"So..." Bucky says thinking about how to phrase this bit, because really some of this is new territory. "So is is you just want to call me daddy while we fuck sometimes, or is there other stuff you want too?" He asks and there is not a trace of color in his cheeks. Nope, not at all.

His hands start moving along Clint's back again though now that they are close enough.

[from_a_distance]

"I don't know," Clint says, fighting a blush himself. "I've never done anything else. I've never...done this with anybody I might see again." He leans into Bucky's hands a little, finding comfort in the touch.

[not_a_commie]

"We can figure it out together then, could be fun." he grins waggling his eyebrows a little, trying to lighten the mood just a bit.

"Did you really think I was gonna bolt?" He asks hands still moving over Clint in slow and easy touches. "Not going anywhere... You got nothing to worry about."

[from_a_distance]

He shrugs, settling himself against Bucky. "Everybody's got a line somewhere."

[not_a_commie]

"Yeah they do, but mine isn't you calling me daddy..." He says metal fingers carding through Clint's hair. "I mean yeah there is stuff, I wont do, don't get... but okay so what's your line?" He asks.

[from_a_distance]

Clint relaxes a little at the touch to his hair, making a soft noise of contentment. "Don't know," he says. "Haven't ever found it."

That probably says a little too much about what he's willing to put up with.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky thinks about that for a minute, "Okay so you like a lot of stuff then." he grins really trying to put Clint at ease. "I am pretty sure we can work with that." He says kissing the top of Clint's head. "There isn't much I wont try at lest once, Clint... bathroom stuff is off the table though." he says wrinkling his nose a little.

"So... cake and more birthday fun, or do we order real food and figure out what we need to pack and pick up for the trip?" He smirks a little.

[from_a_distance]

Clint wrinkles his nose as well. "Yeah, same for me." He hadn't really thought that was a line he needed to point out. "Blood too."

He presses a kiss to Bucky's throat before straightening a little. "Real food, I think. Then cake, then packing."

[not_a_commie]

"Yeah no blood." He nods humming a little at the kiss to his throat.

"Alright birthday boy want do you want for dinner?" He smiles stretching a little and leaning over the edge of his bed to grab his boxers and Clint's.

[from_a_distance]

Clint shifts off his lap so he can pull on his boxers. "Pizza?" he suggests. Man of simple tastes here.

[not_a_commie]

"sounds good." Bucky smiles shimmying into his boxers and stretching out a little to grab his phone off the night stand. "Lorenzo's or South Side?" He asks scrolling through his phone.

[from_a_distance]

"Lorenzo's, I think," Clint says, pulling himself to his feet to tug on his boxers.

[not_a_commie]

Buck calls and places their normal order and adds a few sides. He wanders out to the living room and flops down onto the couch. "Should be here in 35..." He grins

[from_a_distance]

Clint follows him out, dropping onto the couch as well, stretched out with his head in Bucky's lap. "So how are we entertaining ourselves until then?"

[not_a_commie]

Metal fingers start to pet through Clint's hairs and he lets out a thoughtful hum.

"We could veg out and watch TV... unless you have have some ideas of what to do with 35 minutes." He laughs

[from_a_distance]

Clint makes a soft noise of contentment. "Vegging out sounds good."

And it seems like that has very little chance of leading to more attempt at talking about what happened.

[not_a_commie]

"We don't get very much veg time." He nods fingers still moving through Clint's hair. "What do you wanna watch?" He asks.

He's not avoiding talking about what happened further, just giving it a rest until they are fed and packing.

[from_a_distance]

"Whatever's on," Clint murmurs, tension leaking from him with each stroke of Bucky's fingers.