tasernanny | Dream of Californication

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Dream of Californication

It’s a gorgeous California spring day. The sun is shining, the air warm and softly scented with flowers. And fresh produce. The farmer’s market sprawls across the lush manicured lawn of a city park. There’s a gazebo in the center with a live bluegrass band. Honestly, it’s a perfect morning straight out of a movie.

Phil has a travel mug of coffee in one hand and Scott’s in the other, fingers laced together because Phil is a sap. He likes holding hands. And after putting Scott through his sexual paces last night it’s nice to be sweet and gentle with him.

“You know,” he says, studying the market through the lenses of his sunglasses. “I should bring something back for the team.”

They were very curious when he said he was taking leave for the weekend but he also refused to say where he was going and what he was doing. He imagined it was driving them all crazy back at base.

They’d better not use the satellites to spy on him. Phil’s told them not to abuse the tech. He’ll worry about that on Monday. When he goes back.

He smiles at Scott. There are a lot of stalls to see. Somewhere someone’s selling bread. He can smell that in the air but they only just got here and Phil doesn’t want to rush.

“You’ve got to have a vendor you always visit.” Phil’s guessing but he has a good read on Scott. The man would absolutely pick favorite vendor who’s fruits and vegetables were better than anyone else’s.

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"You know I've never tried it with roast corn. That's a good idea." Leave it to the other man. He usually keeps it very light but its turning into a delicious veggie heavy soup and he's for it and he's even more down for Phil's strawberry ideas. They're on the same wavelength.

"Or both I mean, we get a couple of cartons and the worlds our oyster." He teases, they're perfectly local ones. Small and sweet with just a hint of tartness that only the little ones can offer. "Me neither. Actually baking in general. I don't have much patience for measuring, I like to measure with my heart." Which doesn't work in baking. He makes it work for bread, because he loves it and its somewhat forgiving, depending on the bread, but when it came to sweets? Scott left that to the experts.

"That's why my science is engineering. It's far more forgiving than chemistry; just ask a ninja turtle."

"You like to do a lot of things with your heart," he says with amusement. It's actually one of the biggest reasons why Phil likes Scott. He believes and feels so strongly about the things he does and the people in his life. He's passionate and warm and almost painfully honest. It's really nice.

Phil gets three cartons because he's feeling indulgent and he likes making Scott smile. Even before they start to walk away he takes one out and holds it out to Scott to eat.

And as soon as there's just a hint of strawberry juice at the corner of his mouth Phil leans in and kisses him, tongue darting out to taste the juice. He hums appreciatively when he draws back.

"Mmm, those are good."

"That's fair. I'm heart over mind for sure. It's how I get myself in trouble." He admits, but truthfully he wouldn't live any other way. It's gotten him in a lot of trouble but it's also seen him through a lot.

He's fully set to find the guy with the roasted chilies that Scott was talking about earlier cause he usually does corn too but then there's fresh fruit being presented to him and he can't help but partake.

He's a sucker for fresh fruit, as Phil has already discovered.

He's also a sucker for being swept up in a kiss. Unable to stop himself from grabbing at the others arms to keep him there for longer than he ought to. Deepening the kiss so they can both partake in the flavour of the berry. When they finally part Scott has to take a deep breath almost forgetting how to breathe for a moment there. "I'll say." He almost purrs out, his voice soft and hazy.

Phil smiles softly as he rubs his nose against Scott's for a second. He really is the sweetest thing Phil's had in a long time. "I figured one box could be for now while we're shopping."

They had a good breakfast but who could resist snacking on fresh strawberries in a farmer's market? Phil likes strawberries because they're good but it's clear that Scott loves them and he wants to make him happy. Scott's even handsomer when he's happy.

"You said something about chilies?" His tone turns playful and warm as he tugs Scott back to walking but he keeps the carton of strawberries in one hand so that they can snack and walk.

As tempting as it is to make out with Scott in the middle of a farmer's market Phil's aware of the eyes on him and how quickly social media could spread news of an Avenger making out with a dead guy. It's a complicated way to date but worth it.

All he can do is soak up that light, happily returning the nosing before taking the others hand and guiding him to some roasted chilies. Dipping into the carton with the free hand. "Oh yeah, he has this like ancient spinner. Makes a fire and everything. It's very California." He teases.

They might be complicated, but damned if it wasn't wonderful. He knows he should damn well behave but if people were gonna gossip anyway, might as well give them something to gossip about.

"We are going to have a great night tonight." Not that he didn't already think that all things considered, but it was just proving more and more true by the minute. "I'll have to be good and listen more often if this is my reward." He pops another strawberry in his mouth. Leaving nothing but the little tuft of greenery which he flicks aside.

"I bet it smells amazing when he roasts them." Phil is situationally aware enough for both of them. Years of training and spy business makes him careful even around an innocent, friendly farmer's market. If someone snaps a picture he could get Daisy to get rid of it. He'll have to wait and see how this public outing, their second one, goes.

He smiles fondly at Scot who's excitement and warmth is infectious. "The orgasms are your reward. This is because I want to spend time with you."

Maybe it's hard to believe but Phil likes Scott as a person. Not just as a handsome face or a fantastic sexual partner. He likes him for who he is. Which means he's enjoying spending time with him casually.

"I'm looking forward to cooking with you," he says with the same warmth and fondness. "I'm curious to see your methods. I bet they're a little different from mine."

"Oh yeah. It's very much a situation where if you follow your nose, you'll find it." It's hit or miss with Scott. Either people know who he is, sort of? The amount of times he'd been confused for Spider-Man is insulting. To be quite honest. Or people don’t have a damn clue who he is.

But either way the only thing that matters is Phil and the mention of wanting to see Scott just because actually makes his cheeks flush wildly. He knows that in a lot of ways but to hear it is nice. Because he wants that too. "I will happily take both." He states with all earnest.

Then the other is getting him back on track with the cooking conversation. Thank goodness, and he rewards Phil in his ability to heard cats by offering up a strawberry to the other.

"Like I said I go with my heart." He chirps squeezing the others hand as he walks. "I can get really into cooking. I like to taste as I go and I get fussy about flavors. I like things to hit you in phases." So that the whole thing is an experience from first to last bite.

Phil leans forward just enough to bite into the strawberry without accidentally biting Scott's fingers while they're walking. He's very coordinated. He's also proud of himself for not sucking juices from Scott's fingers. Again, they're in public. They should avoid a possible media scandal. Even thought the temptation is there.

Luckily, he has pretty good self-control.

"Improvising can be good in cooking. It speaks to a certain level of skill," he says while chewing the few bites of berry in his mouth. "But you really have to know what you're doing or else it gets out of control easily."

Phil is willing to trust Scott's skill and take the risk with his style of cooking. It will be incredibly domestic Scott cooking soup and Phil making bread in his little kitchen. Almost normal except for the fact one of them was a superhero and the other a secret agent.

"How spicy are you planning?"

Scott stops moving for a second letting the other take that bite. It's a damn good thing one of them has self control.

There's a time and a place.

"Exactly. They haven't all been beauties. Luis suffered through a lot of duds but I had a long two years to practice and haven't ever stopped." He's found what he's looking for, the roaster~ Phil has perfect timing in his questions, he's curious if the other will have a roasted chili or not. Today he even has some stuffed ones which catch Scott's eye.

"I'm pretty agreeable when it comes to spice, I like a lot of heat personally but I also don't mind mild." He stops focusing full attention to Phil, it's important to know this if they're gonna make this sort of thing a regular habit. "So what do you like?"

There's a time and place.

It smells intense around the roaster. Phil feels a little pleasant tickle in the back of his nose, kind of like being around the herb vendor. Being apart from the real world as much as he is really has its downsides. He doesn't get enough of the smells, sounds, and tastes of every day life in the secret bunker.

Thank God Scott would get him out in the real world more.

"I like spicy. Hunan Chinese is one of my favorites along with Indian food but if we're going to get spicy later we might want to keep the heat down." Spicy food was delicious but it didn't always lend itself to a romantic evening. They could always change their plans, of course. He was here for more than mind blowing and body numbing sex. Phil is leaving the choice up to Scott.

He's not one of those people who needs to control every aspect of a relationship.

And get him out he shall. Scott never lets a moment pass him up anymore. Down for whatever, whenever. If there's an event? He'll go. If there's a band? He'll be in the front row. And if there is a farmers market he'll indulge in just about everything.

But Phil is probably right. Best to tone it down, so maybe sharing is the best route and stay away from the stuffed. Maybe another time. He asks the man for one of those and then grabs a couple of the roasted corn cobs. All he'll have to do is cut it from the cob, easy peasy. One of the nicest things about making soup is most of it is prep and leave. It's great.

"Oh man Indian food is the best. Especially goat curries. Though I have to say I've never actually made one, best to leave it to the experts." He nods offering up Phil the first bite of the roasted chili.

"Alright so we just need a couple more veggies, the chorizo, and of course the coffee cake. Just wait til you have a bite of this Phil. It'll make you weak at the knees." He teases leaning over to place a kiss to the others cheek before stealing a bite of the green chili before starting their journey.

"Curries aren't that hard." Phil's surprise over Scott never having made one shows in his tone and expression. "I can walk you through making one. And naan. With the right ingredients and a good sauce pan you'll do fine."

The roast chili is the right amount of heat and sweet with the smokey flavor of the fire burned in. It's actually a great contrast to the strawberries they've also been snacking on. Phil grabs one right after his bite of chili to mix the flavors even more. It's perfect.

"I have to go back to meals cooked on an airplane after this," he sighs wistfully. "It's going to be really, really hard."

His life as Director really isn't that glamorous. The Bus is nice, yes, but a full kitchen and easy access to a farmer's market are so much better. Or maybe that's just being at a farmer's market with Scott. He does improve the scenery a lot.

He doesn't claim to be a total expert, not yet. He has plenty of room to grow and he sort of likes the idea of learning something from Phil. It means eventually they'll have to just come back here and pick out dinner another night. "Naan bread huh? I've never even dreamed of attempting."

He teases before watching the other dabbling in blending savoury and sweet around. But that's coming from the man who made mango salsa so he has to smile. Their tastes are not so dissimilar.

"That just means these moments together will be so much sweeter." He offers, happily taking a few greedy bites of the green chili with a contented moan. Scott isn't just a vocal lover, he's a vocal everything. It's a bit of a thing when he has good food he tends to hum to himself, only Scott can just be so chuffed by eating a meal. "Fuuuuck that's so good today."

They have to do what they have to do for work. They're both very good at what they do, and there's a certain level of duty and responsibility to their roles. But that means that means when they do get the rare chance to escape they best enjoy it fully.

And thus far they had been.

A few people do glance over but a guy moaning over a roasted chili is typical for a farmer's market. After seeing it's nothing more than someone enjoying food they look away and go back to their business. Phil slides his arm a little more around Scott, smiling.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." He really is. Phil feels like he hasn't stopped smiling since they got here. If he has it doesn't feel like long. It's not just the lingering satisfaction from the night before. It's definitely Scott and who he is, shameless and warm and fun.

"Or just enjoying the food," he teases.

Scott's love of food is pretty well known even before this point. He talked about it freely enough. Phil did get to try the famous mango salsa and it was great. This soup is going to be the same even with the few ingredients they've gathered.

He probably should have a bit more shame, but that’s not really how Scott works. He leans into the touch and offers up the rest of the chili to Phil as he answers in earnst to the others statement.

"I am enjoying this." He smiles leaning in to place a kiss to Phil's cheek. "And maybe a little bit the food."

The sex was great and all, fantastic really, but the best part over the last few weekends had been just been spending time with the other. It was incredibly satisfying.

Phil takes the chili and finishes it with two bites. The taste and burn of it stays with him but in a pleasant way.

The sweetness of Scott's words makes him imagine May, for some reason, scoffing and rolling her eyes. She'd be pleased, though, to see him happy. Probably hiding a smile. And she would absolutely threaten Scott with horrible bodily harm if they met.

Yeah, he would make sure to warn Scott before he met the team. Just to be safe because Avenger or no, his team was protective.

"That's good to know because I am wildly out of practice when it comes to dating," he feels compelled to admit. "I actually had no idea how to flirt with you at first. I think I did it by accident."

His subconscious was apparently much better at this than Phil at first.

The dating thing causes Scott to smile. He is, admittedly, a huge flirt. Which is unlikely a surprise depending on who you talk to. He'd learned as a little kid that being charming got you out of trouble as much as it got you into it. It was just a part of who he was admittedly and half the time he almost didn't see he was doing it.

So when Phil Coulson turned on a bit of that simple charm, even if he didn't really know what he was doing anymore, Scott picked it up and ran with it.

And Phil was so easy. He was firm with his desires, factual about his wants and needs, and most of all caring. He wanted to take care of Scott in ways that no other relationship he'd had before had previously contained. It was so nice. "As a wise man once said; Life is full of happy little accidents."

He finds the others hand and gives it a firm squeeze. "You were a little hard to read at first. Admittedly, I'm glad I kept pressing those buttons though." He teases with a playful little wink.

Phil hums softly for a moment.

"I default to the boring, unemotional, special agent when I'm not sure what I'm doing." He shrugs though the tips of his ears are a little pink. "I wasn't quite sure what to make of you at first. I didn't think you were serious."

Because he also noticed Scott tended to flirt with everyone at the drop of a hat. It was almost breathing for him. More genuine than the sort of flirting Stark did though. There's a warmth to Scott that Stark lacks.

"I figured out eventually the continuing to flirt meant you were, at least, willing to sleep with me." The dating is still a surprise. A very pleasant one. Phil feels lighter than he has in awhile. And happier too, not just because of regular orgasms.

There's a lot to be said about that admittance, but that's too deep for the farmers market, but it's just one more thing that makes Phil so, endearing.

"Secret Agent Phil?" He sing-songs out with a wink at the end. It's likely not helping the ears, which he has 100% noticed but wont call out. He can see how it's a little hard to read on his end. But he's an open and honest person, he makes no apologies for that because he loves to love. Maggie was hard, in so many different ways. After that it felt more comfortable to just, love to be loved and love in return. It's why as much as Hope and him were awful together they were also great because no one really wanted to define rules at any point in their relationship.

It was sort of nice though that Phil was different. The flirting worked and the feelings caught a little as they ran out ahead of maybe their common sense. But they were there and Scott really liked them and as they tootled around the farmers market with Coulson things felt perfect. And he was glad he kept on flirting and Phil kept making it clear that he liked Scott and actually wanted him, and maybe only him, to stick around.

"When has there been sleeping?" And still he flirts, because Phil is worth it. "To be honest it's probably good we keep having to go back to our real jobs every week cause if we had a week of together we might have to be aware of just how long we've been at our little play sessions."

While Phil has a rebellious streak sometimes he also has a very soft, romantic heart. When he is with someone Phil commits rather... hard. He wants a relationship with Scott and that means just the two of them. Defined and clear about what they both want and need. He can be a little intense at times.

"We're both only human. I think we would exhaust ourselves before we reached the second day." And they're both a little older, comfortably so. As intense and active as their sex life together was they burned themselves out eventually.

Which was good because it allowed them time to do fun things like visit a farmer's market and cook together.

"This was a really fun time out." He smiles warmly at Scott. "I'm very jealous of your easy access to this farmer's market."

It's a comfortable intensity that Scott can 100% work with because if he knows the rules he will do his best to follow them, especially when it comes to relationships and especially when he's fallen a bit in love, not just lust, with someone.

Though he has to put on his best offended face at the suggestion of the fact that they'd only last 48 hours. Phil Coulson for shame. "Why I never. I spent months building stamina so that I could stay big. It just about killed me but I found other uses for that extra stamina I'll have you know, so it was totally with it." And that was true, it took a lot out of him to get big. He spent months and months pushing himself to his limits so that he could take that physical drain.

But it worked for other things. He wasn't super human but all that hard work coupled with an enjoyment of edging meant he'd gotten pretty good at lasting. Especially if they took their time...

But then they're talking sweet nothings again and Scott forgets his pride and noses himself into the others shoulder. "The joys of San Francisco, it's a beautiful place."

"You have worked on your stamina. I am human." Phil is willing to correct himself. Scott does have much better stamina than him. His only advantage is control. Phil has fantastic control that can outlast Scott in the right situation. "So, two and a half days."

Phil turns and kisses the top of Scott's head, hiding his smile against his hair. This sweetness is addicting. "It is. More beautiful than Tahiti."

God, Phil hates Tahiti.

"We should grab that coffee cake because while your city is beautiful we've probably only got about forty minutes left on parking." Phil knows no one can tow Lola but he doesn't want a ticket. Those are just annoying to make disappear. It's only two minutes of work but it's still work and he could spend those two minutes doing more important things.

Like saving the world. Texting Scott. Bidding on ebay items. Very important things.

"There you go, that sounds a little better. At least give me my half I earned it." They walk leaned into each other for a moment, mismatching steps before they pull apart just enough to link arms. The sweetness is addicting. But not as addicting as this coffee cake will be. So he'll lead them to it, because he's both still hungry and excited to share. The one they grab for themselves will be promptly sliced, warmed, and buttered as they do up the soup for later.

"Is that a thing? That can't be a thing." He teases, sometimes company can make all the difference in the world when it comes to being in a space that's less than ideal. Traditionally beautiful or not. "She ain't perfect but damned if I don't love her. Glad you've been enjoying, theres a lot more to California to show you." And she doesn't deserve the glaring ticket either, she's too good for that.

Besides Scott's finding it harder and harder to behave himself anyway so best to quit while they're ahead. They make a quick detour at someone who has on offer a lot of fresh veggies, Scott picking up a few handfuls to finish off what will likely be their late lunch, early dinner, before beboping over towards the baker. They have a lot on offer but the coffee cakes look divine. It's clear they're popular because they have to wait their turn to grab one but they're there early enough that there's still plenty to pick from.

He lets Phil pick the two of theirs and Scott grabs an assortment of muffins for easy breakfasts for the week as usual. Once they've picked and purchased they disappear into the thrall of people again, arms hooked and paces matched. Perfectly coupled. It's nice to pretend that they're normal for a morning. As if both of them don't have huge world saving responsibilities looming just beyond the weekend. "Alright, I think that covers everything. And hey we should do this more often." Scott admits with a chipper tone. "I didn't end up with like four bags of stuff, look at you making me all mission orientated." Usually he ends up incredibly distracted and picks up things for about seventeen different meals because he can't decide what he wants. It all gets used, because Scott doesn't waste a thing having been pretty broke up until fairly recently. But it does get questionable towards the end of the week. Thank god for his cast iron gut.

While they're waiting for the coffee cake Phil wraps his arms around Scott from behind to hold him close to his chest. People aren't looking at them. They're busy with their phones or trying to see what's still available. He takes the chance to lightly drag his teeth along the side of Scott's neck and bite down softly at the the skin peeking out from the collar of his shirt.

He then rests his chin on Scott's shoulder like he's being sweet as any of the baked goods ahead of them, his expression perfectly innocent and pleasantly interested in the world.

Because secretly, Phil Coulson is a son of a bitch.

He gets two of the large sized coffee cakes because his team can be ravenous when they're given food that's not cooked in the Bus kitchen. If he's lucky they'll last a week.

"I know how to handle my assets." Phil has been described as goal oriented most of his life. "And letting any of this go to waste feels like it would be a minor crime."

There's a brief moment where he considers offering his services to distract Scott when he's shopping over the phone even when he can't be there in person. But if he can't be there in person he can't promise he can be on the phone either. Work.

"We should. There's a distinct advantage to you being in California where it doesn't snow and get bitterly cold half the year. Farmer's markets are less seasonal." Yes, he's thinking that far ahead in their relationship. It's what Phil does.

The act came as somewhat of a surprise. Not that he was complaining, in fact subconsciously he leans into that playful little nibble. Coulson is so good at taking him by surprise, he honestly should be mad about how many times he catches him so off guard but he's far from it.

He's impressed, mostly because that's usually his job.

It takes about everything he has not to let out a little moan. Everyone is busy doing whatever it is they're doing but you could almost bet money on the fact that if he were to give in and do something of that nature all eyes would be on them and as much as that thought is so damn appealing he knows, he knows they both need to be professional here.

"I have no doubt that you know how to handle your assets." He chirps out his voice low, only loud enough for Phil to hear. And then their conversation is a little more able to be openly spoken about. "Exactly, any time you're looking for that little escape." He doesn't mind that Phil is already envisioning them together further than just the now. It might be a little 'fast' to some people, but the thing about their line of work is that tomorrow they might not be here. So why not enjoy everything to their fullest. "You know you're welcome here."

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i am so sorry for my delays hardcore this weeks been like a cosmic bitchslap LOL

*snorts this tag to get a fix* I'm fine. Don't worry.

i had a jonesing bad for these bois~ hoping we're at tail end of craziness now LOL

snorts this tag to get a fix I'm fine. Don't worry.