Sam and Clint | Nap Time
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xp_logsAfter being put in 'time out' on Friday, Sam tries to go back to work on Monday. He's prevented from doing so.
Sam yawned and gripped his coffee cup tighter. He was going back to the office today. He was going to be productive. He had not slept for more than thirty minutes at a time the night before. What could go wrong?
Just as he was about to exit the suit he heard a knock at the door. Sam frowned and opened it. "Clint? I'm about to go to work, 's everythin' okay?"
"Mm..." Clint hummed low in his throat and reached for Sam's travel coffee mug. "Nope. I mean, yes, for varying degrees of 'okay,' but no. You're not going to work." He took a sip of the coffee, leaned his head back with his eyes closed, and savored the delicious nectar as it flowed into him. That small bit of divinity wouldn't do anything to keep him awake, since he'd been up most of the night before texting with Sam because Jay was having nightmares. "We're going back to bed. This coffee is really good. Glad you're using the YETI I got you."
"Clint, if I don't leave soon I ain't gonna get to work on time." Sam protested weakly, reaching for his mug back. "I gotta get back to the office eventually."
"Sure," Clint said, nodding. "Eventually. Q said 'when you're good,' didn't he? That's what you told me when I got back? And believe me, even this much glorious, beautiful, perfect coffee isn't going to help you stay awake on the drive into the city. I know how much sleep you got cause it's about as much as I got. So we," he continued, gesturing between the two of them even as he held the YETI tumbler away from Sam. "We are going back to bed. And you're sleeping."
"I told ya you didn't hafta stay up with me." Sam grumbled, although he didn't really mean it. He'd really appreciated having someone to talk to while nightmares had been keeping him awake. "Ain't you got work?"
"It's my day off," Clint said, stepping inside and carefully walking Sam back toward his bedroom. He closed the suite door behind himself with his foot, nudging with just enough force that it clicked all the way shut without actually banging. "I was planning on sleeping late, anyway. Now I'm just sleeping later."
"I have papers I oughta bring back to the office." Sam continued, even as he let Clint walk him back to his room. He held up his folder of papers as evidence. "And I was gonna take the train, I weren't drivin'. No wheel to fall asleep behind."
He wasn't sure why he was protesting. He didn't have to go back to work today, Q had been so good about him taking off to recover from everything. But if he was honest with himself, he knew why he was fighting it- he was scared of getting used to being taken care of. But Clint was warm, and his bed was inviting, and well....he usually didn't say no to Clint in his bed regardless of the context..."You're not gonna let this go, are you?"
Not batting an eyelash, Clint stole the folder with the paperwork and put it on the end table with the YETI tumbler on top of it without breaking stride. "Nope," he said. "Sleep is amazing and we're gonna get it because everything's better with it. And also, you literally look like somebody managed to give you two black eyes without breaking your nose, the bags are so heavy there. Besides. It'll be nice. We can make out before we pass out."
“Good to know you think I look like shit.” Sam said, trying to make it clear he was teasing but interrupted himself with a yawn as he kicked off his shoes. “You win, come kiss me now please.”
Reaching for the hem of his shirt, Clint gave Sam a tired smile before saying, "Yes, sir."
Sam yawned and gripped his coffee cup tighter. He was going back to the office today. He was going to be productive. He had not slept for more than thirty minutes at a time the night before. What could go wrong?
Just as he was about to exit the suit he heard a knock at the door. Sam frowned and opened it. "Clint? I'm about to go to work, 's everythin' okay?"
"Mm..." Clint hummed low in his throat and reached for Sam's travel coffee mug. "Nope. I mean, yes, for varying degrees of 'okay,' but no. You're not going to work." He took a sip of the coffee, leaned his head back with his eyes closed, and savored the delicious nectar as it flowed into him. That small bit of divinity wouldn't do anything to keep him awake, since he'd been up most of the night before texting with Sam because Jay was having nightmares. "We're going back to bed. This coffee is really good. Glad you're using the YETI I got you."
"Clint, if I don't leave soon I ain't gonna get to work on time." Sam protested weakly, reaching for his mug back. "I gotta get back to the office eventually."
"Sure," Clint said, nodding. "Eventually. Q said 'when you're good,' didn't he? That's what you told me when I got back? And believe me, even this much glorious, beautiful, perfect coffee isn't going to help you stay awake on the drive into the city. I know how much sleep you got cause it's about as much as I got. So we," he continued, gesturing between the two of them even as he held the YETI tumbler away from Sam. "We are going back to bed. And you're sleeping."
"I told ya you didn't hafta stay up with me." Sam grumbled, although he didn't really mean it. He'd really appreciated having someone to talk to while nightmares had been keeping him awake. "Ain't you got work?"
"It's my day off," Clint said, stepping inside and carefully walking Sam back toward his bedroom. He closed the suite door behind himself with his foot, nudging with just enough force that it clicked all the way shut without actually banging. "I was planning on sleeping late, anyway. Now I'm just sleeping later."
"I have papers I oughta bring back to the office." Sam continued, even as he let Clint walk him back to his room. He held up his folder of papers as evidence. "And I was gonna take the train, I weren't drivin'. No wheel to fall asleep behind."
He wasn't sure why he was protesting. He didn't have to go back to work today, Q had been so good about him taking off to recover from everything. But if he was honest with himself, he knew why he was fighting it- he was scared of getting used to being taken care of. But Clint was warm, and his bed was inviting, and well....he usually didn't say no to Clint in his bed regardless of the context..."You're not gonna let this go, are you?"
Not batting an eyelash, Clint stole the folder with the paperwork and put it on the end table with the YETI tumbler on top of it without breaking stride. "Nope," he said. "Sleep is amazing and we're gonna get it because everything's better with it. And also, you literally look like somebody managed to give you two black eyes without breaking your nose, the bags are so heavy there. Besides. It'll be nice. We can make out before we pass out."
“Good to know you think I look like shit.” Sam said, trying to make it clear he was teasing but interrupted himself with a yawn as he kicked off his shoes. “You win, come kiss me now please.”
Reaching for the hem of his shirt, Clint gave Sam a tired smile before saying, "Yes, sir."
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Date: 2024-01-16 02:13 pm (UTC)