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]

"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?"

[not_a_commie]

Bucky laughs and wrinkles his nose. "Yeah, and talking with your mouthful." He teases warmly pealing off a piece of pepperoni and offering it to Lucky.

"But yeah we are going to need a vacation from the vacation..." He gives Clint a wink.

[from_a_distance]

Clint nudges his ribs with an elbow. "We'll just take an extra day off after and just sleep."

[not_a_commie]

"Being in bed with you is never just sleeping." He laughs nudging Clint back... "To be far I don't do much to stop it." He grins giving Clint a kiss to the cheek.

[from_a_distance]

"I could control myself. If I wanted to." He grins.

[not_a_commie]

"Pleas never want to." He snorts a little finishing his slice of pizza and beer.

The rest of the night goes easily and so does the shopping the next day.

"Okay so I lied, about flying coach... because I don't want to deal with the TSA and my arm." He laughs a little... he had to pull a few strings to get them around security, but it wasn't that hard.

[from_a_distance]

Clint raises his eyebrows. "You got us first-class tickets?"

He is so not used to flying first class.

[not_a_commie]

"Sprung for the whole package.... you know how much back pay and hazard pay they give you when you where technically a POW for 70 years." He teases easily to brush a few things like cost off.

"Anyway I've never flown first class... kind of used to cargo holds and pilot seats..." He grins a little.

[from_a_distance]

"Yeah, me too," Clint says with a boyish grin. "I mean...and I've never done first-class."

He's not sure how he feels about a birthday present so extravagant.

[not_a_commie]

Bucky figures they deserve one nice trip, they can do something crazy and fun and nice this once.

"I've never done anything first class..." He snorts. "I am not a classy fella... I think it's okay this once though." He grins pulling Clint in for a kiss.

[from_a_distance]

"The fact that you say fella makes you hella classier than me," Clint teases.

"We ready to do this?"

[not_a_commie]

"Yeah." He nods taking Clint's hand as they board the plane, and he lets out a low whistle when the flight attendant takes them to their seat. "Damn..." He mutters to Clint grinning a little.

[from_a_distance]

Clint laughs. "Yeah, I always have to walk past these ones..."

[not_a_commie]

"Not today..." He laughs flopping down into the seat, and yeah with how he's dressed and the shaggy hair he doesn't really fit in. "Last time I was in a plane with this much room... I was jumping out of it."

[from_a_distance]

He grins and drops into the seat next to Bucky. "Let's hope this one doesn't end that way."

[not_a_commie]

"Yeah the only thrill I am looking for this trip, is sex and roller coasters." he gives Clint a wink, and snorts at the seat belt sign. He gets them for cars he really does, but no so much for planes... unless your flying into a combat zone... and even then.

[from_a_distance]

"Lots of sex, lots of roller coasters," Clint agrees, settling in comfortably before even looking at the seat belt.

[not_a_commie]

He reaches over lifts the arm rest between their seats and takes Clint's hand, leaning back in the seat a little. "Happy birthday."

[from_a_distance]

Clint smiles over at him, more relaxed than he's been in a while. "Thanks, babe."

[not_a_commie]

"It's no trouble." He grins and leans over and kisses Clint, slow and easy.

[from_a_distance]

"Liar," Clint teases and then leans in for another kiss.