from_a_distance | Happy birthday, Phil

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Happy birthday, Phil

Clint was not very good at presents most of the time. He was good at trinkets or silly things he found on a mission that reminded him of someone, but he was not good at pre-meditated, thoughtful gifts. He really wanted to do Phil's birthday properly, but he always worried that he wasn't going to be able to make that happen.

This year, though, he had a great idea. If he could make it happen.

He was waiting for Bucky outside the range, figuring he could catch him alone there.

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Bucky laughs a little at Steve saying he was never a Boy Scout and gives the blond a playful bite to the shoulder.

When Phil puts it like that his pupils get a little bigger and more blood starts flowing to the south.

"He's horrible at following orders in the field..." Bucky smirks a little nodding to Steve. "But I'm up for following some orders." He gives Clint and Phil a wicked grin.

If he's honest he's worried about losing Steve to one of these men, men with less scars and two human arms, and as far as he's concerned a whole lot less issues to deal with.

Bucky didn't need to worry anymore now than he did about Howard. Phil and Clint wer a safe bet because they were both already taken and Steve loved Bucky. There was no question about it.

He scoffed and shook his head at Bucky, then grins a little at Coulson, "That's because I'm usually giving them but I think I'll make do just following this time around."

Phil, for his part, wasn't worried about losing anyone and was only mostly-jokingly worried about the heart attack. Mostly he was worried about getting in the way of whatever Bucky and Steve had managed to put back together, but considering that they were both here and apparently okay with this, he wasn't going to let himself worry about that too much.

He slid an arm around Clint's waist, tugging him close even as he turned back to the pair on the bed, "If anyone has a problem at any time, even if you just need to take a breather, say so, we'll work something out. Is that clear?" He waited for agreement on all sides before the smile returned, brow arching, "Now which one of you did he ask about this first?"

Clint relaxed a little when Phil pulled him closer, leaning into the familiar warmth of him. His arm slid around Phil's shoulders as he murmured his agreement to the first question, leaving the other for Bucky or Steve to answer since it was directed toward them.

Buck gives a mock salute to Phil about the break thing and a slight nod, before his arms move back around Steve for a moment.

Bucky smirks and raises his hand, "That would be me." He says easily, "Technically he asked if he could borrow Steve... but we're a two for one kind of deal." He says easy and warm, falling more at ease with things.

Trust Coulson to think of all the angles and Steve appreciates it, but he's not worried either. As fun as this promises to be, it's not something he plans on happening often.

"Which is what I would have said anyway," he tells the other two. "Bucky came to talk to me after Clint asked."

Phil made a thoughtful little sound in his throat, fingers having wormed their way up under the hem of Clint's shirt, just resting against warm skin, "Well I was going to say that gives you first dibs, but if it's all or nothing you're just going to have to share."

He turned his head to brush a kiss against Clint's temple before giving him a nudge towards the bed, "Go on, make sure our guests feel welcome." He shed his jacket once he'd let Clint go, stepping out of his shoes, but for the time being, that was all.

Clint shivered just a little, leaning into the touch until Phil nudged him along. He grinned at the man as he made his way to the bed, toeing off his shoes as he went. "That is the blandest way anyone has ever said, 'go fuck,' babe, you know that right?"

He was not at all displeased, though, more amused than anything.

Bucky laughs and shifts a little to make room for Clint to join him and Steve. "Yeah that was kind of bland way of saying I wanna watch the three of you fool around." Buck laughs, the arm not around Steve reaching out to Clint.

He feels a little like he's just along for the ride but that's okay by him. It's going to take a little to get used to four bodies in the bed but three he knows he can do. Steve kicks his shoes out of the way and scoots back on the bed a little, grinning a little at Clint as he approaches. His eyes flick Coulson briefly and then he leans over to give Bucky a nice solid kiss. He figures his boyfriend has dibs on first kiss here.

"Not very specific orders either," Steve teases but hey, he can improvise.

Phil clicked his tongue, shaking his head at Clint's statement, having to bite back a smile at the rest, "There's no need to be crass, Clint. If 'go fuck' was what I meant, then that's what I would have said."

He shook his head again as he tugged the dressing chair over to sit on, toes resting on the edge of the bedframe, "And you all went from 'yeah I guess' to 'be more specific' really fast. I thought I was going to have to be more persuasive."

"I think we're pretty much all on board for whatever you have in mind," Clint said, smiling over his shoulder at Phil as he peeled off his t-shirt and climbed onto the bed on Bucky's other side.

Bucky laughs against Steve's lips and kiss gets deep and dirty for a moment. Metal fingers reach out and pull Clint closer by his belt. He pulls out of the kiss with Steve and turns to kiss Clint a little, before pulling off his own shirt.

"Clint did most of the persuading already," Steve agrees with a nod as he watches Bucky kiss Clint and he licks his lips. This had definitely been a good idea. He waits a second and then reaches for the hem of his own shirt, peeling it off to toss on the floor. He shifts closer to the other two and kisses the back of Clint's shoulder, glancing toward Coulson as he does.

His brow arched and he made a thoughtful sound as the kiss passed from Steve to Bucky to Clint, but he nodded, "Alright. Let's make this interesting from the start. When I say 'hold' no one moves, except as directed, until you get the all clear again. Understood?"

Mostly he was just going to let them wear themselves out a little before joining in, otherwise he'd be completely useless after five minutes.

Clint settled himself between them as comfortably as he could, tilting back to grin at Steve when he broke the kiss with Bucky. He turned that grin on Phil when he spoke. "What, are we playing red light, green light here?"

Bucky nuzzles into the side of Clint's neck, reaching over the man to start undoing Steve's pants.

He laughs a little at both Clint and Phil, he arches an eyebrow at Phil. "What happens if we don't freeze?"

"Then you wouldn't be following orders very well," Steve answers with a smile toward Phil and if his pants are coming off, so are Clint's. His hands slide up the man's thighs and he starts to undo his pants. He steals a kiss from Bucky along the side of the archer's neck and grins again at them both.

And people--Tony--think he doesn't know how to have fun.

There was that twitch of a smile again, mostly indicative of Phil trying not to smile outright, "That, and you get to come sit with me as a penalty. No touching, just watching for three minutes."

He knew for a fact how tactile Clint was, and it would seem that Bucky and Steve were on a similar level, that not being able to participate even for a brief span, was the best punishment he could level on any of them.

Clint was having to try a little harder than he liked to pay attention to the words coming out of Phil's mouth with mouths and hands moving over him from multiple directions. If it were anyone but Phil, he probably wouldn't have managed--or bothered.

"That's just cruel, boss," he said, just a slight hitch in his voice as Steve's fingers worked open his jeans. He completed the pants-removal chain then, shifting to work on Bucky's and leaning back a little to let the two of them do whatever they needed over top of him.

"That is mean." Bucky says with a laugh pushing Steve's pants down as far as he can, and his palm passes over the front of Steve's boxers. He Shimmies the rest of the way out of his own jeans.

He smirks a little at Steve, before he trails metal fingers down Clint's chest, and human down Steve's dragging their shorts down. "Now we're getting to the good stuff."

"Guess we'll just have to behave," Steve laughs, grinning a little at Bucky, because when is the last time he's done that in bed? He groans slightly when the man palms him and extracts himself from his pants, then helps Clint. He just shakes his head at Bucky, amused.

"That is the idea behind punishments for misbehavior." Phil replied, settling himself just a little more comfortably in his chair, feet still propped up on the edge of the bedframe, out of the way of what was going on on top of the mattress.

The reply had mostly been to Clint's statement, but it worked as a response to all of them, really, and he couldn't help but smile at just how pliant Clint was already, it was a good sign that he really was alright with this.

All right with this, and getting more comfortable as things go on but still trying to focus more on Phil than on what was happening on the bed. It wasn't easy when that metal finger moved down his chest.

"Jesus," he muttered, eyes flicking over to Phil to make sure he was enjoying this as much as Clint was. He shifted to get out of his own jeans without dislodging Bucky's hand.

Bucky grins a little at Clint. He tugs down Clint's and Steve's boxers the rest of the way, he takes Steve in hand and starts Stroking while he leans and kisses Clint metal fingers wrapping around the archers cock.

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