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She Sets the City on Fire - The Idea of You

She Sets the City on Fire: A Bruce Banner Fanfic

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Rating:  E

Warning:  Age Gap, Recreational drug use (ecstasy), smut (MMF, light ds, oral sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, vaginal sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, sex while high, squirting)

Word Count:  5923

Pairing:  Bruce Banner x OFC (Summer) (Bruce Banner x Clint Barton x OFC)

Summary:  Bruce is drawn to Summer.  She’s everything he wished he could be.  Carefree, exciting, and she knows exactly who she is.  There are so many reasons a relationship with her wouldn’t work.  So why can’t he stop thinking about her?

A/N: On the first chapter.  Also POV change up.

12. The Idea of You

Clint wandered through the crowd, hands shoved deep into his pockets.  He wore a suit that was on loan from Burberry.  Which was just as well because as nice as it was with its shimmering purple blend of mohair and canvas, he felt uncomfortable in it.  Even with the assurance from Tony’s stylist that he looked ‘absolutely edible, darling’.

He stopped every now and again to admire the photography.  All the photos of people in various states of undress, often glistening thanks to the mist they’d been sprayed with or the oil they’d had rubbed into their skin.  There’s even one of him here somewhere, though he wasn’t exactly in a hurry to see it.  It had taken a lot of talking to get him to agree to sit for it and he’d felt ridiculous the whole time.  The other photos were nice though.  Very nice.  None were what you’d call pornographic, but they sat right on that line between art and porn and he was enjoying taking them in.

He walked up to a photo standing on the far wall.  Three bodies wrapped together.  Two men, wrapped around a woman.  Where one person started and the other ended was unclear.  Clint ran his thumb up and down his cock as he looked at it, just letting it stiffen that little bit to add urgency to the desire he felt as he looked at it.  He studied each figure closely.  Everyone was posed in such a way that it could easily be displayed in mainstream media.  It was perfectly decent, except somehow it was also completely indecent.  Each body was pressed so closely to the others and wrapped around them so graphically.  He studied each and every line as he absentmindedly stroked his thumb up and down his length.

The figure on the left had dark hair and was clean-shaven.  His jaw was set and his eyes dark.  It almost looked like he was ready to fight which contrasted to the fact he was in such an intimate position.  His expression was angry and hungry.  Clint’s eyes moved to the figure in the middle.  She was looking to the right, her mouth parted slightly.  Her mouth was almost the most pornographic part of the photo.  Her lips were painted a deep red and filtered in the way that it stood out against the heavily shadowed black and white of the rest of the photo.  Her lips were plump and there were droplets of moisture beading on the bottom one.  Clint could imagine them wrapped around his cock.  The look in those eyes of hers said she’d welcome it too.  Those eyes were needy and full of lust.  Her lashes were so long and thick they cast their own shadow.

Clint’s eyes moved to the next figure.  And … it was Tony.  He cursed himself for being such a deviate that he’d thought it was okay to just stroke his cock to a picture of his friend in the middle of a fucking charity event.

He moved away from the photo and headed down to where a large group of people was milling around drinking.  His intention was to get a beer and try and forget that he was apparently a massive pervert.  As he approached the bar he caught sight of Bruce and his girlfriend locked around each other.  He’d known Bruce had been seeing her for a little under a year now but he had only met her once, and fuck if she wasn’t completely stunning.  He’d been a little envious of Bruce ever since.  It didn’t help now that Bruce was here with her and Clint was completely alone.

Bruce had his hand pushed into her fiery red hair.  Hair that fell down her back in wide curls that probably took forever to perfect but just looked so naturally perfect.  Bruce’s other hand was on her waist, his fingers ever so slightly digging into the bare skin visible thanks to the almost indecent cut of her iridescent dress.  His face was held close to hers and he was speaking to her, but whatever he was saying was dotted with small kisses just under her ear.

Her hands were gripping the lapels of Bruce’s dark gray jacket and she laughed suddenly, throwing her head back.  It was such a comfortable, natural movement and it made her just that little bit more desirable to Clint.  That painful twinge of envy dug that little bit deeper.  Not that he begrudged Bruce having Summer in his life.  Bruce had earned that kind of happiness more than just about anyone else Clint knew.  Clint just wanted that too.  Not her exactly.  Just that in general.

Clint turned and stalked away.  He didn’t want to be around them right now reminding him of the things he didn’t have.  Besides, a dangerous little thought had crept into his mind.  He thought he might find somewhere quiet and indulge in the fact that he was now a lonely deviate.

He wandered down the hall trying to find somewhere private, but not too private.  He eventually settled on a small alcove that led to the janitorial closet.  It was dark and there was a light sculpture blocking it from immediate view.

He started to think about the woman from the photo.  The red of her lips.  The little beads of moisture on them.  He pictured himself tasting those lips.  Tracing his tongue over them.  He leaned back on the wall and his head fell back, and slowly, just testing the idea out, he began to move his hand up and down his cock through his pocket.

He pictured what it would be like to have that mouth wrapped around his cock.  How her tongue would feel rolling over his length as she gazed up at him past her long lashes.

What he was doing wasn't enough.  He turned, leaning his head on his arm as he bent over a little facing the wall.  He unzipped his fly, pulled his cock free from his pants, and spat on his palm.  She stroked it over the head of his dick, lubricating it so it allowed his hand to move easily over his hardness.  He slowly stroked his hand up and down his length as he thought about her mouth.  His rhythm picked up as his breath shallowed.  Precome leaked from the head of his cock and it began to throb gently in his hand.  He rolled his palm over it adding the pre-ejaculate to his saliva, increasing the lubrication and allowing his fist to move quickly up and down.

“Clint?”

Clint startled and quickly tucked his cock back away.  Bruce’s tone was startled and slightly confused, but there was nothing accusatory about it.  “Shit, Bruce - I - I was just…”

Bruce made a choked sound and Summer began to giggle.  “It’s okay.  We saw.”

Clint looked them both over.  Or more accurately he looked her over.  She looked even more stunning up closer.  Her pale blue eyes were so bright and her lips were painted the same dark red as the woman from the photo.  His eyes moved down her body, taking in the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips.  Part of him wanted to just pull out his cock and finish what he’d already started.

She bit her lip and leaned up and whispered something into Bruce’s ear.  A pink flush crept up the back of his neck and he gave a small nod.  “Summer would like to know if she can finish you off.”

Clint choked on air and blinked at them.  “What?”  Summer moved up in front of him and raised her eyebrows as she hooked her hands into his belt.  “Y - yes.  Okay.  Please.”

Without saying a word, Summer sank to her knees and unfastened Clint’s pants.  She pulled out his cock and ran the point of her tongue up his length and swirled it over the head.

“You’ve met Summer, right?”  Bruce asked as he watched them both.

Clint went to speak but the sound was strangled off as Summer took his cock into her mouth.  He looked down at her.  The dark red of her lips contrasted so strongly against his pale skin and she was watching him, looking him directly in the eye as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft.

Bruce cleared his throat and Clint’s eyes snapped back up to him.  He had never been so confused and so turned on at once which was saying something because he was usually some mixture of both.

“I’m not sure if Tony or Nat told you, but Summer and I are in an open relationship.  And you know me, Summer is a lot wilder than I am.  She’s been getting me to relax and open up to new experiences,” Bruce explained as Summer bobbed her head up and down on his cock.  Clint was having trouble focusing and he didn’t really know what Bruce was trying to say to him.  Bruce moved, so he was blocking the space between the light sculpture and the wall and two people walked past.  He smiled at them and when they were gone again he relaxed.  “Where was I?”  Bruce asked.  “Oh, right.  I feel like… well, a different person.  I’m more in sync with Hulk.  I feel safer trying new things out.  I had thought that the fact Summer saw other people would be hard to deal with but actually, it’s almost like it takes the pressure off me to … well, perform I suppose.  And then I feel safer … performing?  Does that make sense, Clint?”

Clint groaned.  Summer was rolling her tongue over his shaft and sucking hard each time she pulled back and it was pulling Clint apart.  His breath had become ragged and his cock was pulsing in her mouth.  He couldn’t stop opening and closing his hands in her hair.

“She likes to talk about having a threesome or more with other Avengers.  It made me uncomfortable at first.  Like I was a stepping stone to get to the rest of you.  Or I wasn’t enough.  But she talks about all kinds of things she wants to do.  Not just that.  And Clint, the list is extensive,” Bruce continued.  “We’ve done a lot of them now.  I didn’t think I was going to be able to originally.  I thought at best I’d be this vanilla guy she went back to sometimes while she was out sewing her wild oats.  But I’ve done them and I liked them.  We’ve slept with other women together.  We’ve had sex in public places.  That’s what we were coming in here to do right now, actually.  We weren’t trying to catch you.  She’s tied me up.  I’ve tied her up.  This though, this was right up the top of her list but I had no idea how to ask any of you to do it.  I mean I knew there might be some of you who would at least consider it, but … I’m me.  I couldn’t ask.  But here you are.”

Clint was only half listening and he couldn't quite figure out the point of Bruce’s story.  He had started to move against Summer, pushing his cock just that little bit deeper down her throat.  She had started working one hand up and down his perineum as she gripped his ass with the other hand.  She sucked, hollowing her cheeks as she pulled back.  Clint groaned and gripped the back of her head and jerked forward, coming straight down her throat.  She swallowed it all, lapping her tongue up his dick like she was licking it clean.

She released him and held out her hand.  Clint took it and helped her to her feet.  She smiled and bit her bottom lip, her eyes twinkling wickedly before returning to Bruce’s side.  Bruce put his arm around her waist and pulled her close, kissing her fiercely.  Clint wondered if he was trying to remind him that Summer was his.

Clint tucked his cock away and zipped himself up, shaking his head like he was trying to clear it.

“So, would you be interested?”  Bruce asked as he finally broke apart from Summer.

“Interested in what?”  Clint asked, completely perplexed.

Summer approached him and ran her fingers up the lapels of his jacket.  “Come home with us.”

It was like the whole building fell silent.  That the only people there were him, Bruce, and Summer.  His eyes traveled up and down Summer’s body again and lingered on her mouth.  “Okay.”

She smiled and took his hand.  Clint followed the two of them out of the gallery.  The Avengers had a small fleet of limos waiting for them and the small group climbed into the back of one and sat pressed together on the back seat.

Summer whispered something into Bruce’s ear again and he looked at her seriously.  “You’re sure?”

“Yes.  Please, Bruce?”  She begged.

“Which one do you want?”  He asked, fishing into his pocket and pulling out a small baggie of pills.

She giggled and nosed at his cheek.  “The unicorn.”

He took a small pink unicorn-shaped pill from the bag and put it on his tongue.  The corners of Summer’s mouth quirked up and Bruce pulled her into a kiss, pushing the pill into her mouth with his tongue.  As the kissed Summer took hold of Clint’s hand and placed it on her knee, guiding it up under the slit in her dress.

“Is that E?”  Clint asked, not quite believing what he was seeing.  Of all his teammates he’d be less shocked to see Steve using Ecstasy than Bruce.

“It is,” Bruce answered pulling back from Summer.  Summer leaned her head back on Bruce’s arm and started to play with his hair.  She’d twirl it around her finger and pull the twisted sections down over Bruce’s brow.

“Can I try it?” Clint asked.

“Are you sure?”  Bruce answered seriously.  “You can if you want, but I know Summer and her limits.  I don’t know yours.”

“I don’t have many,” Clint said.  “I’d like to try it.”

Summer took the baggie off Bruce and began to sift through the ills.  “You can have this yellow teddy bear and…” she squeaked and pulled out another.  “There’s a purple target.  It must have been made for you.”  She placed them onto her tongue and Clint dived on her.  Their tongues clashed and he hooked hers into his mouth snatching the tablets from her.  As they kissed his hands moved further up her leg.  She shifted her legs apart and linked her ankle under Bruce’s.

Bruce kissed Summer’s throat and his hands roamed over her chest.  He pushed one hand into the neckline of her dress, groping her breast.  She moaned and pushed into Bruce’s palm as her lips continued to move with Clint’s.  Bruce grabbed the fabric on her neckline and yanked it down, tearing the fabric.  He leaned in and pulled a nipple into his mouth and she arched up moaning loudly into Clint’s mouth.

Summer began to card her fingers through both Bruce and Clint’s hair.   Her hips raised up against Clint’s hand and Clint began to rub her clit through the sheer lace of her panties.

Summer broke away from Clint’s mouth and kissed along his jawline.  When she reached his ear, she swirled her tongue over his earlobe and sucked on it. 

“I really liked sucking on your dick, Clint,” she whispered into his ear as she moved her hand down to his lap and traced her fingers over his limp cock.  “Did you like that too?  Is it something you’d ever thought about me doing?”

Clint closed his eyes and hummed in agreement as he thought about her mouth wrapped around his dick.  He shifted her panties to the side and pushed his middle finger into her cunt right up to his knuckle.  She was wet and running hot and she clenched her pelvic floor around his finger, moaning softly against his ear.

“That feels so good, Clint,” she whispered.  “When we get back to Bruce’s place, I’m going to let you do so many things to me.  You and Bruce can have me pretty much any way you like.  I love Bruce, you know?  He might be the one.  But even still, I like to think about all the ways three people can fuck each other and I’m glad you’re going to be the third this time.  Maybe we can start with you watching Bruce and me?  He knows what I like.  I like so many things you might not even expect.”

Clint was now completely hard under her hand.  She outlined his cock with the soft fabric of his trousers and she ran her hand - palm flat - up and down the bulge.  Clint groaned loudly and let his head drop back on the seat.

Bruce moved from Summer’s breast to her throat and he sucked on her neck, biting gently on her skin. Each time he bit down, Summer would suck in air through her teeth.

“Fuck yes, Bruce.  Mark me,” she moaned, her body clenching.  The muscles in her cunt squeezed tight around Clint’s finger.  “Mark me so that when I next show up in the tabloids they call me a slut.”

The car pulled up in the underground garage at the Avengers’ Tower and the ecstasy started kicking in.  Clint felt light and his pulse was racing.  Summer had to hold her dress in place as they got out of the car and headed up in the elevator or she would expose her breast to the world.  She clung to Bruce on the ride up to Bruce’s floor, rubbing her cheek on his arm.

When they got to Bruce’s floor, Clint caught her by her hips and spun her to face him.  She let her ruined dress go and wrapped her arms around his neck.  Her breast fell free and clint palmed it as she ran her hands into his hair, bunching it in her hands.

Bruce watched them as they just held each other, looking into each other’s eyes as they swayed back and forth, their hips pressed tightly together.

“Summer,” Bruce said gently.  “Nearly there.”

She turned and laughed, covering herself again and she reached out and took his hand.

They made it to the apartment and Summer skipped through the door, letting her dress go and began unzipping it as she made her way to the stereo.  Clint stood in the doorway watching her as she let the dress fall to the ground and just stood at the stereo flicking through her playlists on her phone while she danced to music that wasn’t even playing yet.  He began to run his fingers up and down the soft fabric of his jacket.

Bruce walked up behind Summer and wrapped his arms around her.  He kissed the side of her neck and whispered in her ear.  Clint couldn’t hear what Bruce was saying but Summer makes no attempt to keep her own voice down.  “Yes… I will be good… I am… Please, Bruce…” Bruce’s hand moved down her body and even though Clint couldn’t see what they were doing, he was pretty sure Bruce had started fingering her because she suddenly let out a low moan.

Bruce let her go and turned around putting his finger in his mouth.  “Clint?  Are you going to come inside?”

Clint shook himself and turned and pulled the door closed behind him.

“Can I get you a drink?”  Bruce asked as a slow deep baseline started throbbing through the speakers.

“Yeah, uh, a beer if you have it,” Clint answered.  A dreamy, hypnotic melody had joined the baseline and Summer approached Clint, swaying her hips to the music.  Her hair had fallen over her breasts, and the pale pink buds of her nipples would disappear and reappear as her hair shifted with the movement of her body.

She took Clint’s hands and he could feel his pulse quicken.  She led him to the couch and when they reached it, she slowly slid the jacket from Clint’s shoulder and down his arms.  Her hands carefully caressed his muscular arms.  When his jacket was off, she carefully folded it lengthways and rubbed her face on it, taking a deep breath in as she did.  She draped it over the arm of the chair and pushed him so he was sitting and climbed into his lap.

Her hands went to his cheek and she stroked them down his neck and over his chest.  “I’m kind of in love with you right now,” she said in a soft, far off voice.  “But that’s not right.  I’m in love with him.  That feels different.  I’m in love with the idea of you.  Here you are but you’re not real.  Do you know what I mean?”

She started to loosen Clint’s tie.  Clint swallowed and his hands moved to her back.  “I know what you mean,” he breathed as he thought about his jealousy over Bruce being with her despite not even knowing her.  “I am in love with the idea of you too.”

Bruce came over and handed Clint his beer into his hand as he pressed a bottle of water into the middle of Summer’s back.  She shivered and turned to take it.  Bruce held it out to her, but when she went to close her fingers around the bottle he pulled it away again.  “Don’t drink this too fast,” he said, placing it back in her palm.  She unscrewed the cap and took a long drink.  “Summer!”  Bruce scolded, sitting down on the couch opposite them.  She put the lid on the water and put it on the side table before returning her attention back to Clint.  She leaned in as she and nuzzled at his neck, drawing circles on his skin with the point of her tongue as she loosened his tie.  

Clint looked over to Bruce.  He was sitting, watching them closely as he leaned back on the couch, his hand stroking up and down his cock through his pants.  He’d taken his jacket off and his tie was hanging loose hanging around his neck while the top two buttons on his shirt were undone.

Summer took Clint’s left hand and unclipped the cufflinks.  She repeated the process on the right wrist and put the jewelry on the side table next to her bottle of water.  He put his beer with her water and cradled her cheek in his hand, guiding her down into a kiss.  She hummed, but it didn’t sound sexual.  Rather she sounded deliriously happy.  Her hands traveled over his chest, flicking at his nipples and she rocked her hips against him.

“Summer.  Come here,” Bruce ordered.  Clint looked up in surprise.  He had never heard Bruce sound so dark and demanding.  The only time he could ever think it came close was when he’d threatened to kill Wanda way back when, but this - this was completely different.

Summer got up and approached Bruce.  He guided her to sit in his lap, facing Bruce and moved her hair to the side so he could suck on her neck and nip at her earlobes.  Summer smiled at Clint and for a moment he felt like he lost herself in those eyes.  The image of her gazing up at him while his dick was in her mouth flicked through his mind and he shivered in his seat.

“Did you want him to watch?”  Bruce asked.

“Yes, please,” Summer hummed as she started playing with her breasts, her nails flicking over her hardening nipples.  Clint noticed for the first time that her nails were painted the same deep red as her lips.  It was darker than the red of her hair and stood out in contrast to her pale skin and light pink nipples.

“What do you want, Summer?”  Bruce asked gently.

“I want you to be rough,” she replied, her tongue tracing over her upper lip.

Bruce’s hand went to her throat and his finger tightened around it.  His other hand bunched in her hair and he yanked her head back.  “Like this?  Is this what you want?”

“Yes, like that,” she mewled.  Her breathing had shallowed and was coming in slightly ragged.  Clint was mesmerized by the rise and fall of her chest.

Bruce shoved her off his lap and pushed her face down into the couch, pulling bother her hands behind her and holding them at the small of her back.  She groaned and looked over at Clint, biting her lip.  Clint unfastened his belt and unzipped his fly, pulling his cock out and stroking it as he watched Bruce and Summer.

Bruce yanked Summer’s underwear down and Clint watched as Bruce fucked her with his hand.  Clint tried to match the speed of his strokes with the movement of Bruce’s hand at Summer’s cunt, but the frantic speed at which Bruce moved proved to be too much.

Summer started to pant and her eyes seemed to glaze over as the sounds she made became louder and less coherent.  Clint decided he wanted to move.  Needed to.  He had to watch more closely.  There was a brief passing thought that maybe that this that’s not something you should do.  It passed quickly.  His inhibitions were gone, replaced with lust and a deep feeling of euphoria.

He moved behind Bruce and watched as his friend used his finger light lightning within her.  Two fingers moved rapidly in and out of her cunt, before stopping and dragging along her internal walls.  His thumb rolled over her clit, paused briefly to press down before swiping it quickly back and forth.  Clint stroked his cock and started to moan softly, creating an undertone to the graphic sounds Summer was making.

“Oh god, yes, please, Bruce,” Summer pleaded.

“Summer,” Bruce said sternly.  “You had better not come on me and ruin this suit.”

“Please, Bruce,” she cried with an edge of panic to her voice.  “I won’t be able to help it.”

“I don’t own it, Summer,” he growled.

“Please.  Bruce!  Oh god!”

Bruce let her hands go and spanked her ass.  “Alright, come for me.”

Summer’s body seemed to seize up.  Every muscle tensed and she cried out, coming explosively.  Clint has never seen anyone squirt quite like that before.  She gushed, her fluids coating the pale grey fabric of Bruce’s suit.

“You ruined my suit, Summer,” Bruce said playfully.  “I’m gonna have to pay for it now.”

Summer broke down into giggles and rolled onto her back.  “I’ll buy it for you.”

Bruce moved past Clint and put his hand on Clint’s shoulder.  The scent of her fluids on his hand called strongly to Clint and he took Bruce’s hand and put the index and middle fingers in his mouth and sucked on them.

Bruce smiled softly and caresses Clint’s cheek.  “You can taste her from the source if you like,” he said gently.  Clint let Bruce's fingers go and for a brief moment he wonders if he should be embarrassed by what he just did, but it passed quickly.

Summer watched them with her legs spread, fingering her clit.  “Clint, you should kiss Bruce,” she said.  She sounded like an excited child on Christmas and Clint just wanted to give her all the gifts she was so desperate to have.  He looked up at Bruce hopeful that he’ll comply.

Bruce leaned into Clint and they kissed.  Clint’s hand went to Bruce's jaw and stroked over his stubble.  Bruce wasn’t the first man Clint had kissed, his experience was vast and varied but he’d never once imagined that he’d be kissing Bruce Banner.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Summer moaned.  The men broke their kiss and Clint turned back to her.  She was watching them with such an expression of pure love and joy that passed from her into him.

“I love you so much, Bruce,” she hummed.

“I love you too, Summer,” he replied.  “Clint if you and Summer want…”

Clint didn’t even wait for Bruce to finish talking.  He scrambled forward, pushing his pants down as he went.  He dived straight for her pussy.  There was no slow trail of kisses up towards his intended destination.  He wanted to taste her and that’s what he was going to do.  He flattened his tongue and lapped up from her entrance to her clit.  She grabbed hold of his hair and held him in place as he drank from her and he used his tongue to explore every part of her cunt.

Bruce disappeared for a little while and when he returned he’d stripped himself of all his clothing except his boxers and he had a handful of condoms that he placed on the coffee table.  He crouched down in front of Summer and Clint gazed up at them, watching them kiss as he used his lips to draw Summer’s clit into his mouth.

Summer groaned and let her head fall back, but she kept holding on to Bruce’s hair.  “Think you might like to suck my dick?”  Bruce asked.

Summer shook her head.  “I want you to fuck Clint.”

“What?”  Bruce asked, sounding perplexed.

“Fuck, Clint.  While he’s fucking me.  I want that,” she said.

“I’m not going to fuck Clint,” Bruce said.  He sounded sweet and patient.  Like he was used to her making unusual demands while she was high.

Clint moved, crawling up over Summer.  He pressed his cock against her pussy and buried his face in her neck, nuzzling at her.  She giggled and squirmed under him.

“You’d let Bruce fuck you, wouldn’t you?”  She asked.

“Mm-hmm… that would be really nice being in the middle,” Clint mumbled into her skin as he ground down into her.

“Woah, hang on.  Let’s just back up here one second,” Bruce said.  “Clint is that what you really want?  It’s not just the drugs talking?”

“He said yes, Brucie,” Summer pleaded.  “Please.  For me.”

“Summer, there’s consent and there’s consent,” Bruce said.  “And I’ve never even been with a man before, so I need to make sure he’s not just saying yes because you’re talking him into it.”

Clint sat up and looked at him, smiling softly.  The colors felt brighter and he reached over and ran his hand through Bruce’s thick chest hair.  It felt so soft under his fingers and he wanted to rub his face on it.  “Bruce, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but you don’t have to worry about me.  I’ve had plenty of sex with men.  I’ve given it and I’ve taken it.  I don’t really have a type.”

Bruce sighed and nodded.  “Come on then, let’s take it to the bedroom.”

They walked into the bedroom hand in hand and Summer sat Clint on the end of the bed.  She took one of the condom’s Bruce had arranged n the bedside table and rolled it over Clint’s cock.  Straddling his lap she lowered herself down onto his dick slowly, her eyes closed and a look of pure pleasure on her face.  When she is seated with his whole length buried deep inside her she opens her eyes and starts to rock against him.  She slowly rolled her hips and raised and lowered herself in his lap.  Her body radiated heat and as she moved sweat beaded over her skin.  Clint marveled at the control she seemed to have of her pelvic floor.  She would go from feeling soft and comfortable around his cock to feeling like she just might break it in two.  She squeezed and relaxed her walls like she was trying to milk him.

She leaned in and kissed him, her tongue tracing over the corner of his lips just before she does.  The kiss is broken quickly and she gestures for Bruce.  He came willingly, their mouths moving together like they have that particular dance perfected between them.

Clint groaned.  He was close and tempted to just finish inside her, but the love he feels for both of them is heightened and he wants them both but more than that, he wants to make Summer happy.  He picked her up and moved her onto the bed and she lay back with her legs spread.

“Clint, you don't have to do this,” Bruce said gently as Clint positioned himself between Summer’s legs.  “She gets these ideas…”

“I want to,” Clint replied, sinking back into Summer.  “I love you both.”

Bruce rolled in a condom and lubed up his cock.  Clint pulled his legs up under him and spread them a little as he continued to thrust into Summer.  Bruce moved behind him and drizzled the lube straight onto Clint’s asshole, he pressed the head of his cock against it and Clint groaned as his ring muscle gave and let Bruce in.

Bruce’s cock sunk deep into him, stretching and filling his ass as he rutted shallowly into Summer, her cunt squeezing and massaging his cock.  When the head of Bruce’s cock pressed on his prostate he groaned loudly.  “Oh fuck, right there, Bruce.”

Clint looked down at Summer.  The expression on her face was one of pure bliss.  She watched both him and Bruce closely as she panted under them.  Her legs wrapped around Clint’s waist and Bruce ran his hands down her calves.  Clint buried his face into her neck to muffle the sound of his approaching orgasm.

Bruce ran his hands up Summer’s legs and over Clint’s back.  With the drugs and the way Summer’s cunt squeezed his cock and Bruce fucked him slow and deep and their bodies moving together and how his pulse raced and her skin tasted so salty and yet sweat - it was all too much.  Clint bore down on Bruce’s cock and jerked hard into Summer, coming with a loudly.

Bruce pulled out and threw his condom away.  “Summer, open your mouth.”

Clint rolled off her and she moved to the end of the bed opening her mouth wide and poking her tongue out.  Clint moved up beside her and looked up at Bruce.  “I want it too,” Clint said, almost begging Bruce in those four small words.

Bruce groaned and pumped his shaft furiously.  Clint looked up at him and watched the way the tendons in his neck pulled tight as he got closer and closer to his release.  Bruce grunted and came in hot ropes, from Summer’s mouth to Clint’s, painting the both of them with his seed.

They both swallowed what they could and turned, kissing each other deeply and licking Bruce’s mess from each other’s lips.

Bruce sat down at the end of the bed and Summer pulled away from Clint and climbed up into Bruce’s lap and he wrapped his arms around her and cradled her to his chest and used a kleenex to wipe her face.

Clint got up and started cleaning himself up and looked around for his clothes.  “Clint, come back to bed.   You should stay so you're not alone when you crash.  Especially after all this,” Bruce said, patting the bed.

Clint crawled back into the bed and lay down.  “I’m not gonna freak out about it.  It was good.”

“Just in case,” Bruce said.  “We’ll be here to catch you.”

Clint snuggled up next to them and relaxed.  He wasn’t sure if it was the drugs or them or just everything, but at this very moment, he felt at peace in the world.

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