Everything about this situation was weird. Phil couldn't deny that, but Clint invading his personal space was something he was far from complaining about. There was something strangely intimate about the whole thing that had Phil buzzing. He tried not to show that it affected him, though. He knew that Clint could pick up on things more easily than everyone else. It was obvious just from his interest in Phil that his senses were honed on him.
Of course, not responding went out the window when Clint started to nuzzle. His breath might have hitched a little, much as he tried to cover it. It had been a while, he reminded himself, and he did really like Clint. He couldn't help little reactions like that.
The arm that was around Clint settled more firmly against the back of his shoulders as Phil's hand rested on Clint's bicep and, jeez, Phil was toned from his time in the Army, but he had nothing on Clint. "Can you really blame her?" He smiled. He'd be jealous of himself, if he was honest. Clint was hot. Phil was the last person to argue that he wasn't.
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Date: 2012-09-26 07:01 am (UTC)Of course, not responding went out the window when Clint started to nuzzle. His breath might have hitched a little, much as he tried to cover it. It had been a while, he reminded himself, and he did really like Clint. He couldn't help little reactions like that.
The arm that was around Clint settled more firmly against the back of his shoulders as Phil's hand rested on Clint's bicep and, jeez, Phil was toned from his time in the Army, but he had nothing on Clint. "Can you really blame her?" He smiled. He'd be jealous of himself, if he was honest. Clint was hot. Phil was the last person to argue that he wasn't.