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Clint was used to closing up the gym alone, his clients always seemed to run later than the rest of the personal trainers, which was fine, Clint liked the quiet of the empty building. He locked the deadbolt and switched off the main lights on his way to the locker room and it wasn’t until he heard one of the showers running that he realized he wasn’t alone. He spotted Phil Coulson in the communal shower area, his back to the room, head hanging as the water beat down on his back. Phil was new to the gym and was still adjusting to the life of a physical trainer, even if he usually worked with the older crowd, working out for eight hours was exhausting.
He made sure to make a little noise as he opened his locker, he didn’t want to surprise Phil with his presence but he wasn’t sure if conversation would be welcome. They’d been dancing around each other for a few weeks now. Clint would catch Phil watching him when he was stretching, his eyes lingering on Clint as he moved. Clint would pretend not to notice then send Phil a little smirk or a flirty wink. He was giving Phil to the end of the month to make a move or he was going to do it himself.
Shoving his sweat soaked clothes into his gym bag he wrapped a towel around his waist and headed towards the showers. Gym etiquette said; eyes up, be respectful. But there was so much of Phil on display. The breath of his shoulders and the slope of his back ending in an ass that Clint would literally kill to get his hands on. He allowed himself to look, just once, before pulling his eyes up and forward. He left an unused shower head between them before he hung his towel on the wall and turned on his own water.
The shock of the cold water on his heated skin perked him up, but as soon as the water started running warm he let himself relax into the spray. He loved his job but he had too many shifts in a row without a day off in sight.
“Long day?”
Clint hadn’t forgotten Phil was there as much as he was forcing himself not to think about it. Because sneaking a peek was one thing, but popping a boner in the communal shower was another. He didn’t lift his head from the spray, wouldn’t tempt himself like that, instead just laughed, “You could say that, I had to pick up some of Steve’s clients today. The look of disappointment on their faces was almost comical. I’ll be glad when he’s back and I can finally get a day off. What about you?”
He wasn’t going to peek. Really, he wasn’t. But when someone talks to you, you give them your attention. And when it’s a guy you’ve been crushing on for a few weeks and he’s naked, well sometimes your attention slips a little farther south. He’s only human after all.
Rationally he knew Phil was speaking. He could hear words over the sound of their showerheads. But his vision had narrowed and all higher functions ceased to operate because Clint had never seen a dick as big as the one he was currently gawking at. And gawking was the only word that could be used, Clint’s eyes were bugging out of his head and he swore he felt himself salivate like one of Pavlov’s dogs.
Some part of his barely functioning brain was screaming at him to stop staring. Phil was going to catch him. This was so inappropriate that it bordered on creepy and if he ever wanted a chance to actually date Phil he couldn’t be caught acting like a predator.
Very slowly he lifted his eyes from Phil’s dick, followed the path of the water around Phil’s navel, up through his chest hair and finally looked him in the eye. It was immediately apparent that he’d been caught. But instead of anger or disgust or even embarrassment, he found Phil wearing a smirk of his own. He crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his hips towards Clint as if to say, had your fill or do you want to keep looking?
“I…” Clint had no way of talking himself out of the hole his eyes had dug, especially not with the way that his eyes kept going down between Phil’s legs and back up to his eyes again, “I should apologize.” His eyes darted down again, there was no way that thing was real. Fuck he was soft and he was bigger than most of the porn Clint watched. “I know I should.” He said, still staring at Phil’s dick so it seemed like he was addressing the organ and not the man, “But fuck I want to blow you so bad.”
Now it was Phil’s turn to look surprised, that definitely wasn’t the response he was expecting. Maybe one of those flirty winks, or a one-liner Clint seemed to produce that skirted the line between appropriate and outrageous. Anything but a proposition. Phil was now the one stumbling over his words, “I… what? I mean… what?”
Clint was never shy about going after what he wanted, and all he wanted at that moment was Phil’s huge cock so deep in his throat he could feel it in his heart. He stepped a little closer, not into Phil’s personal space because he wasn’t sure if he was welcome, but close enough to show that he was serious. “Please Phil.” He was shocked at how thick his voice was, how hard his own dick had gotten. He licked his lips, water running down his body, clinging to the eyelashes he was looking up at Phil through, “I want it inside me, I’ll beg if I have to.”
He looked back down and didn’t think begging would be necessary because Phil’s dick was filling out, getting longer and thicker and Clint felt a whimper leave his lips without his permission. He didn’t know it was possible to be both a grower and a shower. He bit the bottom of his lip, forcing himself to keep his hands down, since it seemed impossible to keep his eyes up. Clint had always been a bit of a size queen. He loved getting fucked deep and viciously, the kind of sex you could feel for days afterwards.
He couldn’t imagine how long he’d be feeling the effect of that monster cock.
The words, “I won’t make you beg.” barely left Phil’s mouth before Clint found himself on his knees. He hadn’t even felt himself hit the tile, another part of his body he was sure would be sore tomorrow. He pressed his face against Phil’s cock, almost nuzzling it, as if it were something to be cherished, cursing himself for not asking Phil out sooner.
“Fuck.” Clint hisses against Phil’s skin before wrapping his hand around the base, groaning when his fingers didn’t come close to touching. He licked a broad stripe up the side of his cock and lapped at the head, tasting Phil under the taste of water and the smell of soap.
His eyes slipped closed as he took Phil into his mouth, feeling his lips stretching, his tongue being pressed down into his jaw, he was feeling invaded and it was the most arousing feeling Clint had ever experienced. He felt the head brush against the back of his throat and groaned loudly when he realized he still had inches left of Phil’s dick to get into his mouth. He pulled back and sucked on the head, tonguing the slit to coax out as much precome as he could, he wanted to taste Phil, to have all his senses invaded by the other man.
He looked up through his lashes to find Phil looking down at him in awe, but not doing much else. Clint reached for his hands and put them both on the back of his head. Phil ran his fingers through the wet locks but Clint just put his hands over Phil’s, applying pressure until the other man understood what he wanted. Deep-throating was almost a religious experience and he wanted to worship Phil.
Clint was lowering his mouth back onto Phil’s cock, but this time he didn’t stop when Phil’s dick brushed the back of his throat. He relaxed his muscles the best he could and took more in than he ever had before. Until he couldn’t breathe. Until everything faded to Phil’s cock and nothing else mattered. He grabbed Phil’s hips and pulled him closer, gagging until he finally, finally felt pubic hair against his nose.
Clint couldn’t believe this was happening, he’d found his Cinderella cock.
He felt one of Phil’s hands leave his head and cup his cheek, heard, “You’re going to hurt yourself darling.” over the spray of the water.
Lungs screaming, Clint pulled back to breathe, not letting Phil’s cock fall from his lips. Instead he just looked up at Phil, held his eyes and slid back down on his dick, bobbing his head a few times before taking him back down his throat. Clint felt so full, in the back of his mind he wondered if he’d ever be satisfied by another cock again.
He imagined how he must look, lips stretched wide, drool leaking out of both sides of his mouth, eyes fluttering shut in total contentment. Phil must have liked it because Clint felt his hand on his face again, this time Phil’s thumb was brushing over the side of his mouth, feeling the stretch the massive girth was causing. “Look at you… Taking it all… So perfect.” Phil carded his hand through Clint’s hair before pushing just slightly on the back of his head, feeling Clint’s throat flutter, trying to adjust to the immense intrusion. “No one’s ever been able to take me all the way, Clint. You feel so good… So, so good.”
Clint could feel Phil’s entire body tightening up and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He dropped one hand to his neglected erection before pulling back for one last breath, he wanted to make Phil see stars. He pushed himself again, until he felt Phil’s pelvis against his lips, and started swallowing the best he could, knowing it would feel like a vice around Phil’s cock. He was so close to gagging but it was worth it, the sounds that were pouring out of Phil were sinful and Clint couldn’t get enough of them. They went straight to his own cock and he was coming seconds before Phil’s own orgasm. Clint pulled back just enough to breathe but didn’t really want to let Phil’s cock go. He could have stayed on his knees in the shower all night if Phil would have let him.
But Phil eased himself out of Clint’s mouth, his eyes wide with shock, Clint wasn’t sure if it was from Clint’s skill level, or the fact that it happened at all. He was happy either way. He stood up slowly, clearing his throat in a way that made Phil’s cock twitch, then just rasped out, “Thanks Phil.” winked, and left.