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The sun was low in the sky but the night was still warm, and Phil used the hem of his t-shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow, flushing as Clint wolf-whistled at the sight of his abs. "Oh, hush, you," he muttered, and the younger teen grinned, stepping in for a quick kiss.
"Can't help it, you're too sexy," he insisted, playfully squeezing Phil's ass. Phil had been at the circus with Clint for two weeks already, and would be staying until the very last few days of summer; his parents wanted him home to take him to the station for his last trip to Hogwarts. It was the first time he'd come to visit Clint in the summer — usually Clint came to Phil's, or they both stayed at Tony's — and it had definitely been a learning experience. Clint was so different in the circus, so much more comfortable in his own skin than he was at school. Usually Phil only saw him like that when they were alone together.
Seeing Clint perform was an eye-opener, too. He hadn't realised just how incredible Clint was with a bow until he'd seen his boyfriend stood blindfolded on a galloping horse, shooting flaming arrows at a girl holding a target on a trapeze. It was actually incredibly hot; especially as Clint's costume was a sleeveless lycra and leather ensemble and fit him incredibly well. The eyeliner helped, too. "Come on, hot stuff, you said you'd help me with the horses," Clint reminded, bumping Phil on the shoulder to snap him out of his thoughts. Phil smiled, obediently following Clint towards the stables.
"I know, sorry. I was just thinking about how amazing you were in the show tonight. And hoping they'll let you keep the costume even after you graduate," he added with a smirk, watching the archer blush.
"It was just a regular show, not like the Christmas one or anything," he mumbled bashfully. Phil kissed his cheek, giving him a look.
"You're insanely talented, Clint. You know you are." Clint merely shrugged, moving away to grab a bale of hay off the pile. Phil sighed to himself, reaching over the nearest stable door for the empty haynet. One day he'd get Clint to believe in his own abilities.
The pair of them worked silently to refill hay and water, checking the horses and pegasi over for the night. It was one of the jobs Phil was confident doing; his cousins had owned horses when he was younger. Everyone at the circus seemed to do something to help out around the place, even the younger kids, and Phil didn't want to be any different. He wanted them all to like him; they were the closest thing Clint had to family.
He bit his lip as his thoughts went to the same place they had been for most of the summer, and he glanced over at his boyfriend hesitantly, opening his mouth before closing it again. Surely it was too soon; he'd ask when they were back at Hogwarts. "Spit it out, Phil. You've had that look on your face for days now; what is it?" Clint asked, sounding slightly amused as he raised an eyebrow, one hand on his hip. Phil went sheepish; or, maybe he'd ask now.
"I, uh, was looking at apartments in London, earlier in the summer," he confessed. "Ready for graduation." Clint froze, and Phil felt his heart leap into his throat at the wide-eyed look on his face. "I was thinking. Tony offered to let me stay with him and Bruce in one of their guest rooms for the first year, and then, maybe, when you graduate, we could… get a place together?" He was pretty sure he stopped breathing while he waited for an answer, Clint just staring at him in shock. "I'd understand if you want to stay at the circus for a little while after graduation," he added hastily. "I mean, it's your home and everything, and you love it here, but I—Mmph!" His eyes widened as he was tackled exuberantly back against the pile of hay bales, Clint's lips on his and the blonde's hands on his shoulders as he fell on top of him. Phil groaned, deepening the kiss and shifting Clint to be more comfortable, their legs twining .
"I'd love to move in with you," Clint breathed against his lips, eyes bright. "Hell, I'd live with you starting tomorrow if it were an option. The circus have been anticipating me leaving for a while now; they knew I wouldn't be one of the permanent ones. I just have to come back and visit sometimes." He paused, biting his lip. "You really want to move in with me?"
"Clint, I'm completely in love with you," Phil pointed out wryly. "That tends to involve the eventual spending the rest of our lives together. That would be a little hard if we were living in separate places." Clint rolled his eyes, and Phil smiled. "I'd get a place this year and ask you to move in for next summer, but I don't think I could cope with having you living with me for eight weeks and then all the way at Hogwarts for a whole year," he admitted. Clint's smile faltered a fraction at the prospect of being away from Phil, and he kissed the older teen once more.
"I'd love to get a place with you," he confirmed, voice brimming with excitement. "Damn, Phil, can you imagine having a place that's just ours? No having to kick out roommates or stop halfway through sex because Tony called emergency movie night. A whole apartment that we own together." Phil couldn't help but grin at the prospect.
"We're sort-of getting practice at that this year," he reminded. "Head Boy room." Neither of them had been surprised when Phil had received the badge along with his usual school letter. Clint had, however, been stunned by the Quidditch Captain badge in his own. Both of them were mostly looking forward to it just because, as Head Boy, Phil got his own private room in Hufflepuff Tower. No doubt their roommates would be just as relieved as Phil and Clint themselves were.
"I can't wait to christen it," Clint agreed, smirking. "And speaking of christening; let's finish up the horses so we can head to bed, hmm?" Phil hummed, hand resting briefly on the small of Clint's back to pull him closer before allowing him to get up. Holding out a hand, Clint pulled Phil to his feet, and they quickly locked up the stables for the night, both still grinning like idiots. Phil felt like he was walking on air; Clint wanted to move in with him! Sure, he knew the teen loved him, but… he'd half expected Clint to want to try out the bachelor life for a year or two before committing to moving in with Phil. Last he'd heard, his boyfriend had been contemplating splitting a place with Natasha after graduation. He supposed that if Tasha and Maria lasted the whole two years, they'd probably be looking at moving in with each other by then.
When everything was ready, the pair of them made their way over to the tent Clint shared with a couple of other teenagers, briefly waving at the two boys playing cards in the living room before ducking into Clint's room, locking the door behind them. Phil loved wizarding tents. As he turned away from the door, Clint's arm wound around his neck, and Phil easily accepted the kiss bestowed on him, hand moving to grip at the back of Clint's neck, bringing him closer. His other arm snuck around the teen's trim hips, and he smirked into the kiss when Clint's hand moved to his belt buckle, trying to rid Phil of his jeans. "Someone's impatient," he teased, tugging Clint's t-shirt over his head.
"Just making the most of having you here," Clint retorted lightly, grinning as he was walked backwards towards the bed, Phil stepping out of his jeans and boxers on the way. "I still can't quite believe you're actually here at my crappy little circus."
"Your circus isn't crappy," Phil insisted. "Everyone here has been wonderful. I expected them to hate me for seducing away their star showman." Clint chuckled, pulling away to let Phil take off his t-shirt, using the opportunity to kick off his own jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear beneath, and Phil groaned low in his throat at the sight of his naked boyfriend. It was crazy how much Clint had grown up from being the scrawny, shy thirteen year-old Phil had first fallen in love with. He was a man now, they both were, and Clint definitely suited manhood well. He was beautiful.
"Phil, baby, I haven't shut up about you since the first summer I came home from Hogwarts. Even back as a bratty little twelve year-old I thought you were the most awesome person in the universe," Clint pointed out, grinning. "Everyone here has no choice but to love you."
Phil smiled, sucking a dark bruise into Clint's neck, too high for the collar of his costume to cover; they'd have to use a glamour, and he couldn't help but feel smug about it. "I'm so glad you're not a bratty little twelve year-old anymore," he murmured, making Clint snort.
"Me too, or this would be really creepy." Phil rolled his eyes, smacking Clint lightly on the side. "Kidding, kidding. Ugh, I'm gonna miss summer. NEWTs are gonna suck."
"Tell me about it," Phil agreed, too used to carrying on conversations during sex to be put off by it as his hand closed around Clint's cock. Clint was chatty when he was horny. "I see a lot of stress-relief sex in our future. Thank Merlin for my private room."
"So proud of you for that," Clint muttered, lips dragging up Phil's throat as he bucked up into him, gripping his shoulders tightly. "My sexy Head Boy. You gonna give me detention for being a bad boy?" he asked breathily, giving Phil a heated look. Phil tried not to think too hard about 'punishing' Clint in one of the empty classrooms at night, feeling arousal shoot down his spine.
"You've got enough detentions on your record without me adding to them," he teased instead, making Clint chuckle. Their movements grew more frantic, and the only sounds in the room were gasps and soft curses as they both drew closer and closer to the edge, Phil eventually coming with a strangled moan, Clint following soon after. Phil's arms turned to jelly, and he collapsed on his boyfriend with a satisfied sigh, head pillowing on Clint's muscular arm.
"God, you're amazing," Clint murmured, turning his head for a lazy kiss. Phil flicked his wand from his holster, cleaning them both up with a wordless charm — because he was of age and could do that now. "Hogwarts is gonna suck without you."
"I'll visit at Hogsmeade weekends," Phil promised, running his fingers through Clint's hair. "And you'll have Tasha and the others with you. It's only a year."
"I know, I know. But it's still gonna suck," Clint insisted, shuffling over until they were cuddled closer, tracing patterns on Phil's back and smiling when he hit a ticklish spot. "We'll have been together three years this year, can you believe that? It's gone so fast."
"Time flies," Phil agreed, letting his lips brush against Clint's slightly stubbled jaw. The archer was lazy about remembering to shave. "It'll be five before you know it. Then ten, then fifty, then a hundred and we'll both be old men yelling at brat kids to get off our lawn." Clint snickered, eyes bright.
"I bet you'll still be hot when you're a hundred and seventeen," he declared. "I mean, hell, Fury's old as balls and he's still looking pretty good for his age. You're bound to be hotter than him."
"Fury's only seventy, Clint," Phil pointed out with a laugh. "But thanks for the vote of confidence. I guess I should hope I'm still hot by then, or you might trade me in for a younger model." He smiled to show Clint he wasn't serious, but the blonde kissed him firmly anyway.
"Not gonna happen," he promised lightly. "We should go get ready for bed and whatever. Two shows tomorrow, and I'm starring both of them. I think they wanna get as much work out of me as they can before I leave." Phil nodded, reluctantly heaving himself out of bed and hunting for his boxers, waiting until Clint was appropriately covered before unlocking the door. They were both sniggered at on their way to the bathroom, but after two weeks of it Phil was unperturbed. Besides, his Hogwarts roommates had come up with worse.
All done for the night, Phil and Clint crawled back into bed together, Phil getting every light but for the low lamp on the bedside table. He would never say it out loud, for fear of sounding pathetically sappy, but he secretly loved how Clint looked in the dim half-light. The shadows made his cheekbones look sharp enough to cut glass. "Hey, my parents want to stay for a show when they come pick me up. See what a magical circus is like and everything. Is that cool?"
"Really? Awesome, yeah, I'll make sure to reserve some seats," Clint assured, smiling. "Guess I get to show off a little, huh?"
"Shooting oranges in my back yard just won't cut it anymore, it seems," Phil joked, reminding Clint of what had happened last time he'd been to visit Phil's family. Phil was still trying to convince them that Clint didn't use any magic at all when he shot.
"I look forward to it. Even if it does mean you leave afterwards." Phil frowned, kissing the younger Hufflepuff.
"It's only a couple days. I'll see you on the train on Wednesday," he said optimistically. Clint huffed, holding Phil tighter and kissing him again.
"I just want the next two years to be over with," he whispered. "Hell, three years. Then all of us can be out of school and not have to worry about being separated, it'll be awesome." Phil could hardly believe that by the time Darcy and Loki graduated, he'd be twenty. It was kind-of terrifying.
"They'll be over before you know it," he promised, leaning over Clint to switch off the lamp. "Now come on, let's get some sleep. Long day of work tomorrow." Clint hummed, moving until he was in a more comfortable position for sleeping, he and Phil still intertwined.
"Love you, baby," the archer murmured, making Phil smile and kiss his forehead.
"Love you, too. Go to sleep." He shut his eyes, concentrating on the rhythm of Clint's breathing to help him fall asleep, hoping that if he listened long enough he'd be able to imagine it on the nights Clint wasn't there.