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[beenunmade]

Phil must have had the patience of...someone who really knew how to put up with bullshit. It was all Clint could think to himself during the past couple days that were leading up to the full moon. With every passing day he was growing more and more irritable, angrier. If he snapped at Phil it wasn't on purpose, mostly. He would apologize a little while afterwards and snap at him again after ten minutes. Rinse, repeat. In his mind he was going to make it up to him somehow. He just didn't know how as of yet. As quiet repentance for snapping at Phil which was usually on an hourly basis at this point when Phil was home. He cleaned his apartment. Ordered him Chinese food in case he didn't show up before Phil got home from work before doing some scouting for better locations for the next night. As much was he was looking forward to being locked in the apartment on the full moon, somehow he doubted how everything would be able to stand up to the full force of him as a werewolf.

His bed 'the sofa' would probably end up dead before the night was through. He didn't want to get into what might happen to Phil if he was there too. Accidents happen(ed). He really didn't want to deal with the outcome of an accident happening in Phil's home or rather an accident happening to Phil. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if that were the case.

The search came out a bust for anything in walking distance before doubling back, hands tucked in his pockets and staring down at his feet as he walked before heading up to the apartment and stepping inside before kicking off his shoes. It happened usually like clock work for him. He was waiting for Phil to come home, already a little moody because he couldn't find a place to hide out that was safe and secure enough for him and possible individuals who were stupid enough to go close to somewhere that was secluded. Of course he wasn't happy. He always believed the day before was worse than the day of because his skin felt too tight, too hot, he was getting ready to shed his humanity once more and he absolutely hated every moment of it. When he heard the front door open he did everything not to roll his eyes and scoff.

"Yanno, 've got no idea why 'm still here. This place fucking sucks." In lesser jerky terms, it went more like: I couldn't find somewhere to hide out tomorrow night. Help me, Phil-wan.

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[beenunmade]

Clint saw the intimacy quite easily. He had given Phil everything that he didn't give anyone else. When it came to the mental, emotional things that people seemed to yearn for. Physically, it was lacking. But Clint didn't see a problem with that typically. He was good with that. He was good with the little touches and watching Phil as he went about his normal life like some guy didn't just decide to camp out on his couch like some sort of homeless person or best friend people didn't like to have over. What Clint was most okay with was the fact that Phil didn't make him feel like he was a burden on his existence. Like he wanted the other man to be there with him. It's why he was so emotionally drawn to him at this point in his life.

A smile tugged at his lips when he felt Phil's breath hitch a little after he nuzzled him before sliding his lip along the top of the other man's ear. This was a little easier than he thought it would have been. If he was in his usual state of mind, he probably wouldn't have been as forward. But who was putting that into the equation, really.

"Not really...I am pretty damn good lookin'." Clint's body felt like it was on fire the moment Phil's hand rested on his bicep. There was really nothing good going to come out of this, he could already see it forming in his head before he shifted a bit in his place next to Phil before pressing against Phil a little more. "I don't see how she doesn't see that she has two incredibly attractive guys living above her though."

[theshield_agent]

Intimacy didn't normally come easily for Phil, but this... this wasn't difficult for him. The camaraderie, the feeling of being in this situation together helped form a bond, he supposed. It was easy to just go with it. It was easy to let Clint in. Everything else seemed to just be falling into place and Phil couldn't find a single reason to not want that.

He closed his eyes at the feel of Clint's lips. He wasn't sure if Clint was teasing him or trying to get somewhere, but Phil wouldn't fight him, either way. It was embarrassing how easily he wanted to follow Clint into whatever he wanted. Maybe Phil was a just a sucker for a pretty face, but he didn't think that was really all there was to it.

"You're a little distracting." Phil knew that he was attractive, but he also knew that Clint was downright hot. Honestly, between himself and Clint, there was really no contest as to who the downstairs neighbor was going to notice and Phil really couldn't blame her. His arm tightened around Clint as he pressed closer.

[beenunmade]

A smirk tugged at his lips as he just seemed to focus purely on the other man before him. Screw everything else at the moment as he studied him for a brief moment. This was just the tip of the iceberg of what he could possibly do to the other man and he was being affected just by little touches. It was a little nice to know his effect on another person who he respected more than someone he just wanted to get something out of. He didn't just want anything from Phil. He wanted it all at this point.

"Just a little?" Clint scowled a bit before pulling himself up so he was sitting on the other man's lap, looking into his eyes intently. He already recognized Phil as a lot of things to him. His best friend. The man who had picked him up off the streets to make sure he would be okay. The man who had seen him at his worst and still didn't see a problem with that at all as he grinned down at him. "I'd like to think I was a lot distractin'...considering, sir." Considering the fact that the only person Clint noticed was the man in front of him. He honestly couldn't care what others thought about himself.

Once again, he wouldn't be as forward if it wasn't before the full moon.

[theshield_agent]

Phil's hands went to Clint's sides automatically, but once there, he found he didn't want to move them. "Well, I find you pretty distracting. I can't really lie about that." He smiled at Clint, fingers gripping with a little more force than was strictly necessary. He had to admit that it wasn't just Clint's appearance that he liked. Everything about the man was... distracting.

"It's a little difficult to notice anyone else when you're around, you know that?" At least Phil had a hard time paying attention to anything else when Clint was an option. It would probably be creepy if he didn't know that Clint was at least somewhat interested in him. He still felt a little pathetic, the way his attention focused so intently on Clint whenever he was there, but he guessed it could be worse.

[beenunmade]

Clint smiled a bit when Phil's hands moved to his sides. Phil would be okay with assuming that he wanted them there in the first place. He wouldn't have moved onto the other man's lap if he didn't want to be touched after all. "I wouldn't really want you too. Honesty's the best policy and...crap like that." He laughed a little as he ran his hands up Phil's arms. There wasn't much of Phil that Clint wasn't interested in. The man had gotten his interest peaked the moment he met him, that interest lasted years. He wasn't looking anywhere else right now. He had what he was searching for as he pressed his cheek against Phil's, pressing a bit against him just to make sure he wasn't imagining this.

"I can imagine. How do you think I deal with it myself when you're around, Phil?" Clint knew the affect he could have on people. He hoped it was a similar affect for Phil but didn't hold his breath. What he wanted to make absolute certainty of was that Phil knew his effect on Clint. Clint dragged his lips along the line of the other man's jaw before kissing him, not like before. Before was more of a comfort. Right now it was more of a statement, something deeper than before as he shifted a bit on Phil's lap.

[theshield_agent]

Phil's hands slid to Clint's back as they kissed, pulling him closer, holding him close. He kissed back, just as hard as Clint kissed him.

He was very much affected by Clint. It was inescapable. He'd spent more than one sleepless night since Clint had arrived thinking about him, about doing this. There wasn't much he didn't want from Clint or with Clint. There wasn't much he didn't want to do to Clint or let him do to Phil.

Just thinking about it had him feeling warm. He was pretty much going from zero to turned on faster than he thought was possible at his age.

"I'm really not nearly as distracting as you are." Phil was attractive, but not like Clint. Nowhere near the way Clint was.

[beenunmade]

Clint felt more...human than he had all day. All week in fact. But at the same time, his mind was swimming with so many things. He didn't want to explain to Phil that these actions were one-half feelings for the other man and the other half just him going crazy in his own skin.

He was incapable of making a responsible decision at this point in time as he chuckled a bit against Phil's lips, a grin forming on his face. He had ideas. He had a lot of ideas when it came to Phil. What Phil could do to him and what he could do to Phil. Everything in his head was pretty much a give-or-take thing. It was pretty much on reflex when he pressed himself against Phil. The position he was in was really giving him nothing to work with as his lips traveled down to the other man's neck. If only just to have him continue speaking. Clint liked it when Phil talked. "'m not that distracting...you seem to go on fine with me 'round this place. But I could be distracting..."

[theshield_agent]

Phil hummed. "Could you?" It was half a dare and half a request. His hands traveled downward, fingers digging into Clint's skin. They stop at his lower back, but it's a struggle not to move them lower, because part of him just wants to grab Clint and pull him tight against him. He knows that Clint needs to be in control here, though, especially now. This needs to be Clint's call. All of it does.

Still, he's practically buzzing against Clint, head tipping to the side as he all but pushes closer. Without even thinking, he's baring his throat to Clint. He can't think of anything he wants more than Clint's mouth on his skin.