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]

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.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky stops on something called Freaky Eaters and arches a brow at the screen, the announcer saying something about the woman who drinks 40 cokes a day...

Bucky smiles watching the tension melt out of Clint keeping up the easy touches. "Having a good birthday?" He asks with a small grin, sometimes the archer reminded him of a large house cat instead of a hawk.

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah," Clint affirms smiling up at him. "So far it's pretty damn good."

Especially considering he hadn't been expecting anything at all.

[not_a_commie]

"Good." He smiles easily, he keeps up the fingers in Clint's hair until the buzzer on the door goes off.

He runs to the bedroom and pulls on a t-shirt and grabs his wallet. He pays for the pizza and the cheesy bread. Coming over and dropping it onto the coffee table.

"What do you want to drink?"

[from_a_distance]

"Beer?" Clint asks, pulling himself up to get plates, or at least napkins.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky nods and pulls a six pack out of the fridge and puts it on the coffee table with the pizza. He pops two open with metal fingers, and flops back down taking a long pull from the bottle.

[from_a_distance]

Clint takes the other bottle from him and settles himself against Bucky as he takes a sip.

"Thanks."

[not_a_commie]

"Anytime babe." He grins a little taking a pull from his own drink. "So what do we need to pick up tomorrow before we head to the happiest place on earth?" He smirks a little.

[from_a_distance]

"Sunscreen?" Clint suggests with a smile. "And we need to find somebody to watch Lucky."

[not_a_commie]

"Lucky's taken care off, dropping him off at Steve's tomorrow night." He says easily. "Gonna come home a fat dog." He laughs ruffling the dogs fur.

[from_a_distance]

"Then...cameras and swim trunks?" He grins, leaning down to rub behind Lucky's ears.

[not_a_commie]

"Okay sunblock, cameras, swim trunks... clothes too wear in the park... not so much the hotel room." He winks and laughs a little.

[from_a_distance]

"That's what vacations are for, right?" Clint asks around a mouthful of pizza. "Non-stop activities during the day, non-stop sex at night?"