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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Avengers_-_Ambiguous_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Clint_Barton/Phil_Coulson
  Character:
      Clint_Barton, Phil_Coulson
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Alternate_Universe_-_Student/Teacher, High_School_AU, Plot
      What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Food_Play, Although_it's_really_just_a_lolly
      pop, Established_Relationship, Breathplay
  Series:
      Part 2 of More_generally_unrelated_high_school_shenanigans
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-22 Words: 4236
****** Sucking Too Hard on Your Lollypop ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     A boy shouldn’t be able to do this to him. He’d thought it was a joke
     when Clint had come to him one day in that cliché manner, asking for
     a higher grade. In fact, he’s pretty sure Clint had originally meant
     it as a joke, but when Phil had (to his endless shame) not pushed him
     away, Clint went down on him, and it was probably the best blow of
     Phil’s life.
     Two months later and they’re still at this, and the risk of being
     caught and thrown in jail is actually giving the teacher a few
     premature grey hairs at his temples, but that just seems to turn
     Clint on even more.
Notes
     FOR THE RECORD
     I would like it to be known that Clint is 16.
     Coulson is 31, if it is of import.
     Carry on.
That kid. That damnable kid. It was bad enough that as a teacher he's in a
relationship with a student, but he’s a minor at that. It's so unbelievably
illegal, and it should make Phil Coulson's (government 101 teacher) skin crawl.
 
Well, it does. But not in a bad way. In a really, really good way. And that
damn kid is sitting at the back of the room right now with a smug smirk on his
stupid perfect lips, which are currently wrapped tight around the stick of a
bright red cherry sucker. Phil can feel his cock throb, so he assigns book
reading and sits at his desk to keep from getting an erection in front of the
whole class.
 
Once he’s sure everyone is looking down at their books, he reaches under the
desk to palm gently at himself, trying to situate his aching package a little
more comfortably.
 
But when he looks up again, it’s right into those golden, burning eyes, and he
watches as the teen’s tongue, dyed bright red with the candy, drags across his
red-stained lips, and he nearly groans aloud.
 
Clint Barton grins and closes his lips around the sucker again, only to pull it
free with a wet, audible 'pop' that has a few of his classmates glancing over
at him. To their eyes it just looks like he's trying to annoy their gorgeous
teacher by refusing to focus on the lesson when really he's trying to drive the
door man out of his mind with want. He's doing a damn good job of it too.
Phil's so turned on Clint can practically taste it. And he will, later. He just
needs to push him a little bit farther.

Keeping his eyes locked on Coulson's he opens his mouth and slowly licks the
red cherry lolly, circling it with his tongue before popping it back into his
mouth and closing his eyes in silent satisfaction.
 
“Mr. Barton, please do today’s assignment,” Phil says, very impressed with his
own ability to keep his voice steady, despite the tremble between his legs.
 
"Forgot my book sir." Clint retorts with a smirk. He leans back in his chair,
eyes shining with smug satisfaction. He's got him. Phil never calls him out
like that unless he's really getting to him.
 
“Then share with a partner,” Phil says without skipping a beat, narrowing his
eyes such a small amount that Clint is the only one who notices.
 
Feeling daring Clint responds with a wink and another seductive lick of his
sucker.

"Can't sir. You know how I get about personal space."
 
You little fucking liar, Phil wants to say, but he just grits his teeth. “Are
you refusing to do the assignment, Barton?” he asks, voice a little tense.
 
"I'll do it when I get home." Clint answers with a shrug. He likes where this
is going. Phil's got that tone that tells him he's really going to get it
today. He can already feel it and it makes his cock throb in his jeans.
 
“This is classwork, Barton,” Phil says, his tone tightening again.  
 
"If you got a book for me sir I'll be happy to do it." Clint challenges. "Just
bring it over."
 
Phil narrows his eyes enough that the other students see it this time, but
they’re used to it. Clint and their teacher have been going at it like this all
year. It’s pretty evident Phil doesn’t like him, and Clint enjoys terrorizing
him.
 
“It’s not my responsibility to give you a book. If you won’t be accountable
enough to bring your own book, then you’ll fail the assignment, and see me
after class,” he says, and it takes every inch of his willpower not to add a
growl to that last statement.
 
Clint is silent for a moment, rolling the lolly around in his mouth before
pulling it free to smirk and roll his eyes.

"Whatever you say Mr. Coulson."
 
Now that he knows he’s going to get off, Phil can relax (more or less) and he
starts to grade papers. He’s doing well until he comes to Clint’s paper, and he
nearly groans as his thoughts turn to that boy again. He looks up briefly to
make eye contact again, and watch that sinful tongue trace that lucky little
red candy, before flushing and looking down again.
 
A boy shouldn’t be able to do this to him. He’d thought it was a joke when
Clint had come to him one day in that cliché manner, asking for a higher grade.
In fact, he’s pretty sure Clint had originally meant it as a joke, but when
Phil had (to his endless shame) not pushed him away, Clint went down on him,
and it was probably the best blow of Phil’s life.
 
Two months later and they’re still at this, and the risk of being caught and
thrown in jail is actually giving the teacher a few premature grey hairs at his
temples, but that just seems to turn Clint on even more.
 
In the back of the room Clint turns to look out the window and continue toying
with his candy. He almost wishes he had brought his book so he had something to
do because the waiting is killing him.

He risks a glance over at Phil and almost smiles. He couldn't believe it when
the teacher hadn't pushed him away and had actually given him the chance to
bring him pleasure. He hadn't really wanted a higher grade. He doesn't really
need it since he's nearly failing all his classes and plans on dropping out as
soon as he turns seventeen. But he'd been aching to get into Mr. Coulson's
pants since the first day of tenth grade, and he'd taken a chance.

Now they're two months into a relationship that had started as a shot in the
dark. Sort of relationship. They don’t do more than fuck but that's enough for
Clint. He admires and lusts after Phil and being able to spend an hour or two a
week with that gorgeous cock up his ass and his teacher's hands on his body is
more than enough for him.
 
Half an hour later, the class is finally clearing out, but Clint stands at the
teacher’s desk obediently. A few kids bid Clint farewell (and good luck,
everyone knows that Coulson can be brutal) and finally the door closes behind
the last student.
 
“Go lock the door,” Phil orders, snapping Clint to attention from where he’d
been innocently rocking back and forth from his heels to his toes and sucking
on the candy.
 
Clint grins and hurries over to the door, nearly tripping over his own feet in
his excitement. He locks it and pulls down the shade over the window so they
won't be disturbed.

Once that's done he turns slowly and makes his way nonchalantly back to Phil's
desk, like he doesn't know he's about to bent over it and fucked senseless.

"You wanted to talk to me, Mr. Coulson?" he asks sounding as innocent as he
possibly can.
 
“Don’t play stupid,” Phil says, standing up and snatching the candy right out
of Clint’s mouth. He leans up against the front of his own desk, crossing his
ankles and twirling the candy between his fingers. “Get down on your knees.”
 
It’s impossible to miss the bulge at the front of the teacher’s trousers, and
the sight of it makes Clint’s mouth water. He falls to his knees and
immediately reaches forward to undo the teacher’s belt, only to get his hands
smacked away.
 
“I didn’t tell you to do anything but get on your knees,” he says firmly.
 
Clint drops his hands and his eyes dutifully, waiting for his next orders. They
play this game sometimes, Phil giving orders and expecting Clint to follow them
to the letter, pretending to get angry when he doesn't. Sometimes Clint thinks
he might really be mad so he never pushes too far, not wanting to risk being
told to leave.
 
"You were a little pain during class today," Phil says with a growl and he
pushes his thumb into the boy's red stained mouth, listens to him moan, and
lets him suck on the finger. "Weren't you?"
 
Clint groans and nods, refusing to take his lips away from Phil's finger. He
licks and sucks the invading digit just like he'd been doing to the lollypop
all through class, hoping to please Phil and earn his reward.
 
Phil closes his mouth around the candy for a single suck before pulling it back
out and twirling the red, sticky lolly over the boy’s bottom lip. He pushes it
in and gives Clint one suck before he pulls it back out again, and watches as
he chases after it, desperate for something to suck.
 
"Please, Mr. Coulson," Clint whines. He drops back down again but keeps his
head up, eyes large and pleading as he looks up at his teacher. "Give me
something. I promise I'll be good if you do."
 
"What, this?" Phil asks, grabbing the back of the boy's neck and grinding his
face into his clothed erection. Clint groans, biting his lip and gripping
Phil's thighs to keep himself from mouthing at the man's cock through his
pants. He wants it so badly but if he leaves any evidence on his lover's suit
he'll be in way more trouble than he can handle.
 
“If you want it then take it,” Phil growls, jerking back on the boy’s hair to
look him in the eye for a moment.
 
Clint whimpers and raises shaking hands to his teacher's belt. He hesitates,
afraid his hands will be smacked away again. They aren't and he grows more
confident, removing his belt and opening his neat suit pants in seconds. He
pushes the fabric out of the way and reaches into Phil's briefs, finally
getting his hands on what he's been waiting for all day.

He pushes the older man's pants and briefs down enough that they're out of the
way, freeing his erection. Clint takes a moment simply to admire it, the
familiar pillar of flesh, flushed red with blood and standing out from the bed
of dark curls at the base. It's perfect, not too long or too thick, just big
enough for him to really feel it without it hurting. Absolutely perfect.

His moment of appreciation passing he falls forward, kissing the soft skin and
licking his way from base to tip to wrap his lips around the head.
 
Phil allows himself a low groan, and he doesn't hesitate to buck his hips
forward. He sucks on the candy again, licking the flavor from his lips, and he
tilts his head back. Clint's mouth is heavenly, tight and hot and wetter than
usual after salivating with the lolly in his mouth. He curses under his breath
and fists the boy's short hair, grinding deeper into his mouth by the second.
 
Clint's hands tighten on Phil's thighs and he groans around the flesh filling
his mouth as the teacher pulls his hair a little harder. He relaxes his jaw and
throat so he can take more of Phil, letting his lover hold him still while he
grinds his cock deeper, pushing it further and further into Clint's waiting
mouth. It feels so good and he'd be perfectly content to stay there and let
Phil fuck is throat if that's what he wanted. Nothing turns Clint on more than
when Phil starts getting a little rough with him.
 
Phil puts the candy back into his mouth so he can bite down on the stick to
keep from groaning aloud. He pulls hard on the boy's hair and with a thrust,
buries his cock completely down his throat. The teen gurgles around the flesh
in his mouth and he looks up with lust in his eyes.
 
"Can't breathe?" he asks after pulling out the candy, earning another gurgle in
response. He grinds his hips forward a few seconds more before pulling back
entirely to allow him to gasp for air.
 
Clint chokes and gasps, his throat burning from the abuse and god is it good.
He gasps and fills his lungs and turns back to his task only to have Phil yank
him away by his hair.

"Please," he begs, looking up at Coulson in dismay. "Please Mr. Coulson, I can
take it. I wasn't ready, give me another chance."
 
Coulson pushes his cock past the teen's open lips again, dragging him in all
the way to the base and holds him there. He grinds, listens to the boy gag,
feels him swallow. He holds him there for almost a full minute, until he sees
his eyes begin to roll back with oxygen deprivation, and finally he jerks him
back by his hair to the most delicious moan he's probably ever heard from the
teen. He's glad for the loudly chattering students in the halls. "You like
that, do you?" Phil asks with a smirk, watching the teen gasp desperately for
air.
 
"Y-Yes Mr. Coulson," Clint coughs, his voice hoarse but a smile stretching his
lips. God he loves it. He loves it so fucking much, he never wants it to end.
"More sir, please?" he pleads, opening his mouth to the other man once again.
 
Phil gives the boy what he wants, shoving deep and hard again, grinding and
holding him there, fucking his mouth ruthlessly. "You're going to be late to
your next class," he says with a smirk and sucks on the candy again before he
pulls back to give the boy room to breathe, only to plunge right back in. The
way Clint's throat ripples around his cock is heavenly, but he won't let this
continue to his completion. He wants to watch Clint limp out of this room.
 
"J-just P.E." Clint chokes out the next time Phil gives him a chance to
breathe. He grins up at his lover, his vision too blurry with tears to see him
and lays his head on the man's knee. "Plenty of time Mr. Coulson. And I'd
really like to make up for my poor behavior today."
 
“Is that so? Then get your pants off and bend over my desk,” Coulson orders
with a growl.
 
Clint doesn't waste a second. He jumps to his feet and hurriedly opens his
jeans so he can push them and his boxers down to his knees. His cock springs
free, already rock hard and crying for attention but he ignores it. Going
against Phil's orders would not be a good idea now. So he places his palms flat
on the desk and bends over, exposing his already prepared ass to his lover.
 
Phil is surprised to see that the boy’s hole is already soft and wet, and
suddenly his heartbeat kicks up a notch as he realizes the boy must have
fingered himself before he even came to class in the bathroom, and sat through
the entire class open and ready. His cock throbs hard, and he nearly goes weak
at the knees, imagining Clint crouched up on a toilet seat, fingering himself
quietly, trying not to get caught.
 
“Fuck, you desperate little slut,” he growls spitefully, only because he knows
how much Clint gets off on it.
 
"Just for you Mr. Coulson." Clint replies softly, glad he got it right and Phil
isn't upset about not getting to prepare him. Usually Phil likes to open him up
himself but in this case time is of the essence and Clint wanted him to know
just how badly he needed him. Clearly his work paid off.
 
Coulson doesn’t give a breath of hesitation. He leans over the boy, claps a
hand over his mouth, and pushes right in, to the hilt. The tightness makes him
groan, and the way Clint keens against his palm is beautiful. He supports
himself with his other hand on the desk, and grinds deep and slow. If Clint
could scream he would but luckily Phil's hand keeps him quiet. He clutches at
the surface of the desk and presses back against Phil, forcing him to grind
deeper into his body. They need to be quick today but that doesn't mean he
can't thoroughly enjoy Phil's cock stretching him open and filling him up so
completely.
 
Phil hisses in bliss, dropping his head forward as he grinds even deeper. They
generally use condoms, but only because of Phil's paranoia. They don't really
need them, and Clint always prefers the way the older man feels inside him when
there's no layer of plastic between them.
 
"God, you're still so tight," Phil groans as he pulls back and surges in again,
to listen to Clint cry out against his hand.
 
Clint closes his eyes, his head falling forward onto the cheap wood desk as he
focuses all his attention on the feeling of Phil thrusting into his body and
the filth the teacher is whispering in his ear. It's so fucking good he wishes
he could scream or at least cry in pleasure.
 
"You're so tight, even though you fingered yourself right here at school.
Shoved your fingers up your ass in the public bathroom, did you bite down on
your hand to keep from shouting? Or could you not even feel your fingers after
being so used to my cock filling you, it just wasn't enough?" Phil's whispering
is bordering on deranged, and in any other case someone might be frightened.
 
Clint can only moan and buck back against Phil, the hand covering his mouth
silencing any reply. Even if he was allowed to speak he wouldn't be able to
answer, not with Phil's words making his head spin and his cock forcing the air
from his body in muffled gasps with every hard thrust.
 
The crowd is now completely gone from the halls, leaving them in moderate
silence, except for Clint’s muffled gasps.
 
“I’m going to take my hand away from your mouth now,” Phil hisses. “And you’re
going to keep quiet. Or I’m going to pull out and jerk off and come on your
back and leave you like that, do you understand?”
 
Clint nods enthusiastically, eager for the chance to prove himself. Phil pulls
his hand away slowly and Clint gets his first real lung full of air, only to
have it leave him again in another quiet gasp. He starts to moan and quickly
cuts himself off by catching his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Coulson..." he groans softly when he trusts his voice again, "Coulson
please....I'm so hard, touch me please..."
 
“Touch yourself,” Phil orders as he plants both of his hands on the desk so he
can thrust twice as fast into the willing, tight body of the teenager.
 
Clint groans. He'd wanted Phil's hand but the sudden surge in power in the
teacher's thrusts more than makes up for it. He uses one hand to hold himself
steady, already sure he's going to have bruises on his stomach from hitting the
edge of the desk so many times, and wraps the other around his aching cock,
moving it as fast as he can to try to keep up with Phil's thrusts.

He's almost completely silent now. Even if he wanted to scream he wouldn't have
the breath for it. All he can do is gasp, occasionally managing a soft
"Coulson" while Phil fucks him fast and rough, just like he likes it.
 
Suddenly craving a new position, Phil pulls out of the boy entirely, and leaves
him hanging just long enough to hear him whine, before he pulls him upright by
his hair. Coulson takes a seat on the edge of his desk and beckons Clint up to
him, helps him straddle him with one knee on the desk on either side of his
hips, and thrusts up into him without hesitation, capturing his surprised moan
with a deep kiss.
 
Clint cups Phil's face with both hands and kisses back as if his life depends
on it. He pulls away only a few centimeters to breathe before delving in again,
fighting with Coulson for dominance of the kiss and quickly losing. He resigns
himself to holding onto his lover while the man fucks him senseless and kisses
him until he's high on the taste of the other man's lips.

"Coulson," he begs, pulling back and resting his forehead against the
teacher’s. "Mr. Coulson, please...I'm so close...please Phil..."
 
Phil relents, wraps his hand around Clint’s cock, and begins to pump fast and
hard in time with the upward stroke of his hips. He’s close himself, his cock
bulging and straining towards release with every thrust. Bliss is humming
through him, mounting, higher, sharper, sweeter and all the more painful.
 
It’s a good ache, the kind that will settle into his lower back and keep him
hot with pain for the rest of the day. The kind that will have him masturbating
in bed tonight. Twice.
 
Clint moans and arches his back, thrusting up into Phil's hand and then pushing
back down to meet the other man's cock and it thrusts all the more deeply into
him. His brain goes fuzzy and he barely remembers to kiss Phil to cover his
cries as he comes into the teacher's hand.
 
Phil isn’t far behind, but he has to be smart about this, no matter how much he
wants to come to his end as quickly as possible.
 
“Do you want me to come in your ass, and you have to hold it in, or pull out
and come in your mouth?” he asks, slowing his thrusts to deep, slow grinds.
 
Clint groans, burying his head in Phil's shoulder. He's still shaking with the
aftermath of his climax but his cock twitches a little at the thought of having
Phil's come in his ass and having to hold it in to keep it from dripping down
his thighs.

"Inside me." he whispers in the teacher's ear. "I want you to come in my ass. I
want to feel it."
 
Phil smirks, and licks the taste of cherry from Clint’s kiss off his lips.
“Alright, hold on tight. You can bite my shoulder if you need to keep from
yelling,” he says, kissing the side of the teen’s head. He knows he’s starting
to feel lethargic, so he needs to wrap this up as quickly as possible before he
starts to actually hurt his young lover.
 
He scoots forward so he can plant his feet flat and firm on the ground, hooks
one arm around Clint’s waist and holds their bodies tight together, props one
hand behind himself, and starts to thrust so quickly that Clint can barely tell
one thrust apart from any other.
 
“I’m close, I’m close,” Phil says quietly in the quivering student’s ear,
trying to soothe his desperate little whines with gentle whispers as he works
himself faster and harder, flying towards climax.
 
Clint bites down on Phil's shoulder as the man thrusts into his sore body. He's
mostly come down from his high and the thrusts aren't very pleasant anymore.
But he feels Phil tense in his arms and he knows it won't be much longer.

Phil jerks twice more and then Clint can feel it, he can feel Phil's cock
twitching inside him as he finds his release inside the teen. He can feel his
lover's come filling him up and it feels so good. He clenches around Phil's
cock to keep any of his come from leaking onto his pants, earning a muffled
groan from the teacher.
 
His orgasm comes with little more than a loud huff through clenched teeth, but
his entire lower body seems to have melted into syrup, thick and sweet and not
quite solid. He comes down after a long minute, breathing hard through his
nose, and he lessens his grip around Clint’s waist somewhat.
 
Clint slumps against him, turning his head to kiss Phil's neck and jaw in a
moment of satisfied bliss. They can't really cuddle but they can hold onto each
other for a few minutes and forget that they both have obligations and as far
as anyone else is concerned they're nothing but a teacher and student and
that's all they can ever hope to be.

"So this weekend....you wanna meet at that motel outside town?" Clint suggests
after pressing another soft kiss beneath Phil's ear.
 
“Yeah, I’d like that,” Phil says. “Seven on Saturday as usual, right?” he
gently eases the boy up and off his softening cock.
 
Clint grins and nods, clenching as he rises off the man's cock to keep his come
from leaking down his thighs or onto Phil's pants. He lowers himself gently to
the floor and stands on shaking legs, fighting to maintain his balance while he
redresses himself.

"Saturday. Our usual room." he repeats, picking up his bag. He hands Phil his
belt and starts toward the door. "I'll see you then."
 
“Hold on,” Phil laughs, grabbing the boy by the back of the collar. “Let me
write you a late pass. You miss class enough as it is, let me at least excuse
it when it’s my fault.” He scribbles a quick note and hands it to him, as well
as another kiss to his lips, before popping the unfinished candy back into his
mouth. “Now away with you. I’ll see you Saturday.”
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