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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"Consider that a blessing." But that statement gets the smallest hint of pink to grace his cheeks. He hopes if only to make a lasting impression on the people who mean the most to Scott. He knows it wont be effortless but that's the thing about Phil.

He's worth the effort.

"Within reason, I mean my life is literally an open book but what I do for me, and only me, is different." And Phil is only for him, at least when they're together.

"So long as they can't break in and listen. Because the things they'd hear." He teases offering a coy little smile to the other. "I had enough of people spying on my life for one lifetime."

"It's working out pretty well for me so far." Phil brings their joined hands up and presses a kiss to his knuckles. It's soft and sappy but also true. Scott Lang is turning out to be a good risk to take.

No relationship is without effort, especially one between two superheroes. Phil doesn't consider himself one. He's still just a very important secret agent. It means they both have tight schedules and not much free time. They'll have to work at this to make sure that it keeps working for them.

"They won't break in," he reassures him. "Not unless they think I'm in danger and they know I'm not. There's a panic code I can put in my phone to call for a rescue. No one working for me is spying on you."

Not anymore. The days of SHIELD constantly monitoring the Avengers are over. Phil doesn't have the manpower and the Avengers aren't exactly SHIELD agents. He can use his limited resources in other, better ways.

"If I want to see you I'll call you and start a video chat. I don't need to use the fancy satellites."

"Oh yeah?" He lets his arm go loose as the other takes it to place a kiss there. He has the same feeling about Phil Coulson. It wont be easy, it wont be easy at all. But he doesn't expect it to be. Thankfully he's gotten somewhat used to working around the 'super' lifestyle. Be it directly or indirectly.

"Well, you're in danger. But not that kinda danger." He chuckles giving the others hand a right squeeze. He's thankful for the fact that he at least doesn't have to worry about that aspect. There's a part of him that knew that but, he just sort of had to confirm it.

"Any time you'd be willing to call, I'll answer. Unless... Well..." A laugh and a shift so that he can lean in closer to the other. "You know why. And that's one of the nice parts about this."

"Mmhm." Phil lets go of Scott's hand so he can put his on the back of his neck and pull him the last few inches across the table to kiss him. Because he can. He's careful to not knock over his coffee or Scott's but it's a small table which makes it easy enough.

He lets him go with a soft peck on his lips and settles back into his seat, the perfect picture of innocent domesticity. Comfortable. That's what Phil is right now. These moments are rare in his life, especially since coming back from the dead. It's nice when they sneak up on him.

"If you can't answer your phone I'm pretty sure I'll be aware of the situation before I call. When you're busy I'm busy behind the scenes." The Avengers could handle things but Phil liked to be aware and ready in case SHIELD was needed. He hadn't given up on defending the world even if his main work these days was tracking down all the Hydra traitors still lurking.

He lets the other close that distance with ease. Leaning into the kiss, letting the other take control of it. To dictate its pace and depth.

It's light, and easy. Just like all of this feels. He's thankful for it in every sense of that word.

"Oh yeah? You out there making sure I'm safe?" He teases, though there is a part of him that sees that. There's always someone behind the scenes, making things work. Funnily enough though Scott has always been somewhat removed from the whole Avengers thing, he may be a member of the team but even now he's almost like an independent contractor. It was nice in some senses because it gave him time to do what he needed, be it X-Con or the work he'd been doing with Reed Richards furthering the whole time research stuff he's started with Bruce and Tony.

They all had their roles to play but right now, in these moments together. It was just Phil and Him and a big ol' pot of soup. And he wanted nothing more.

"You and everyone else in the world."

Phil's behind the scenes work had kept a lot of disasters from happening. Many things that could've grown into an Avengers level crisis were handled by his team and others around the world. The things he knew were... heavy.

But in Scott's sunlit kitchen he could forget those things. He could relax and laugh and trade kisses back and forth. Hell, if they wanted, they could drag each other back to bed and spend the whole day lounging there.

"Though I have a vested interest in keeping your ass safe," he flirts because he can. "It's currently my favorite."

"Mmm, my hero." They do important work, Phil and his team. He will never fault the other for doing what he has to.

But right now Scott wants the full attention on him. Not work, not the world, just... Them. And they can do whatever they want which is why Scott is going to shift in his seat and move closer towards the other, this time dictating the tone of the kiss.

He hooks a hand into the others button down shirt tugging him close and meeting the others lips in a firm kiss. They stay like that for a while until finally Scott lets them both up for a breath of air. "Who said my ass is safe when you're around?"

He braces one hand on Scott's thigh as he leans into the kiss. Phil's smiling against his lips before he returns the kiss. His thumb strokes slowly back and forth while they kiss.

"It's perfectly safe," he murmurs against Scott's jaw. "I'm keeping a very close eye on it."

Phil kisses his pulse before he pulls away. He smiles warmly at Scott. "I could stop and guard other parts of you if your ass needs a break."

There's that teasing, warm tone again.

"I'll take a break when you fly out for the week." He's thankful to be able to kiss the other without and hold backs. A whole morning of stolen kisses and soft moments leading up to one of the best situations he's ever been in.

That warm tone brings a smile to his face and he leans back into the kiss. This time around nosing at the other before taking his lips back into his own. This time around the kiss lasts twice as long fingers working to undo buttons as he distracts the other with hungry laps and playful nibbles. Breaking only when they both close use a breath of fresh air.

"Course if you want a break we could just lay in bed the rest of the afternoon and make out?" He teases his hand slipping underneath the now undone shirt.

Scott has very clever hands and a distracting mouth because Phil doesn't notice his shirt being undone until he slips a hand inside. It makes him chuckle. That was pretty smooth, he'll admit.

"Let me check to see how the dough is rising and then I will absolutely do that with you." He runs his fingers through Scott's hair and then down the back of his neck. Phil kisses him firmly before he gets to his feet to check on how the dough is rising.

Aren't they lucky he thought ahead and made a simple dough that won't take long to bake and doesn't need too much babysitting? He does take a second to punch it down a little then covers it again.

He offers Scott a hand. "Come on. You promised me making out."

Scott just about chases him out of the chair not completely satisfied with the firm parting kiss if only because Scott wanted it to last forever. But he eventually does let the other go to tend the bread in the corner of the kitchen and Scott takes a moment to tidy up their space popping some of the things in the dishwasher so they'll have less to take care of later and he sets two timers to keep them on track. One they can skip and one they have to do. It's Scotts way of trying to pretend as though he's some sort of responsible soul.

"Well I always keep my promises." He offers taking the others hand and giving it a firm squeeze before pulling the other in towards him placing that hand on his own hip. "But first I am going to kiss every square inch of that body so next time you tease me at the market when we go I can bring it up." He just about purrs out leaning in to nibble playfully at the other mans neck kissing up the length of it until he finds Phils lips and starts to walk him back towards the living room finally finding the couch and just about pushing the other man onto it before climbing on top of him with playful little chuckle.

He knows by now he wont get away with being so pushy for long but for now he's going to use his straddling position to his advantage fumbling with the rest of his light dress shirt until he has the others chest fully exposed to him. He kisses down his neck, lingering around one of his collarbones for longer than a friendly second, before he finds his way down towards the scaring that lingers from his brush with death. He's incredibly gentle there, for a number of reasons, taking his time to truly do what he said he's going to lifting his lips off the others skin for mere seconds as he travels across to one of his nipples the gentleness fading as he distances himself from those scars and finally finds the other mans nipple and takes it into his mouth with a hard suck and a following a firm playful bite, moaning against his skin as hands slip under his shirt and to the large of his back to keep him right where he wants him when he starts teasing, repeating his playful mouthing.

"Oh? Was I teasing you at the market?" Phil schools his expression into flawlessly innocent and politely interested in what Scott's saying. Like he didn't know exactly what he did at the market and didn't do it on purpose. It's one of his favorite ruses, pulled off again and again until perfect.

The expression doesn't last long once Scott starts kissing him. Phil slides his hands around Scott's waist and follows him towards the living room without any hesitation. It's cute that Scott thinks he's in charge just because he's in Phil's lap. Very cute. But he wants to see what Scott does when he's given free rein to do what he wants. Phil will change things if he needs to.

Phil draws in a breath as Scott mouths at his chest. The scar itself has no feeling but the skin around it is very sensitive. He drops his head back against the couch as he slides a hand into Scott's hair. His grip right now is loose, petting his fingers through Scott's hair but he could tighten it at any moment to take control.

He spreads his legs a little and slides down on the couch offering his chest and scars up to Scott's mouth. Until he tightens his fingers in Scott's hair and pulls him up so that he can kiss him. Phil is terrible at being a passive participant in things. He slides his tongue into his mouth and his hands under his shirt.

"Overdressed," he murmurs against his lips.

He's going to argue that but he's distracted by the fingers dancing through his unkempt hair, it's a weak spot for him and as they dance around there playfully it encourages him to explore the other side of Phil's chest mapping a similar route across his chest focusing the same attention to the other side in a similar fashion.

He enjoys as the other melts somewhat into that playful mouthing. But soon the others grip in his hair tightens and he lets out a soft moan as he lets himself be hauled towards the others lips. He catches them in a deep kiss that's all tongue, lips, and just a hint of teeth. When the other just about sighs out the word 'overdressed' Scott smiles against Phil's lips.

"And just what do you want me to do about that?" He mouths out against the others lips rolling hips and leaning into those hands as they snake under his shirt.

"You can help me take it off you," Phil suggests with a soft bite to Scott's lower lip.

In reality Phil could probably use a little more force to get it off. Sure, it isn't something he can just rip off in a very dramatic and passionate fashion. But he could still manage something if he was desperate. At some point in the future when Scott's in the right shirt it could absolutely happen. It's not quite right for a nice peaceful afternoon like this where the mood is more playful and fun.

"I think you want to take it off too." He spreads his hand across Scott's stomach, fingers just brushing against his chest. "Unless you're worried about being caught shirtless making out with your boyfriend in the living room. What might the neighbors think?"

His smile is playful and warm. If anyone's looking in on them the neighbors are going to see a normal, happy couple having a very pleasant time. He's almost certain none of Scott's neighbors pay attention to him anyway.

Oh Scott has plenty of one hole wonder shirts that are just begging to be ripped off him. He is such a dude about the things he wears around the house sometimes. Though he is a jeans and a t-shirt kinda guy through and through but some of them he's had since college and some of them are getting paper thin.

But this shirt is not one of them, a simple light gray shirt to match his dark blue jeans. Something nice enough to be coupled with Phil's own 'sunday best' but casual enough that it just screams 'Scott Lang'.

"I think they'll think that there's a very lucky man, with a very lucky man, about to get very lucky." The good news about San Francisco is that people don't really bat an eyelash at two dudes. It's pretty commonplace out this way and Scotts neighbors don't pry at all. Mostly because he's so weird they don't really want to be a part of it. After all, who really wants to admit they live next to a man who talks to ants, as a profession.

He shivers as that hand dips under his shirt and shifts around, purposefully rocking his hips against the other as he hooks fingers under the loose fabric of his shirt before yarding it up and over his head tossing it aside carelessly. "What do you think they're gonna do when they hear the noises you're about to make me make...?" He teases leaning in for another claiming kiss.

"Good boy." Phil takes a moment to admire Scott who is in much better shape than he is but also just a guy. Not built like Thor or Captain Rogers but built well. The best part was he could touch all he wanted.

Before he can make some sort of clever response about how exactly he could stop Scott from making noises they were kissing again. Something Phil would never say no to. He kissed him back deeply, turning things slow and possessive. It's thorough and intense making sure every second of the kiss is felt.

He slips one hand into the back pocket of Scott's jeans and squeezes his ass. His other hand ignores Scott's chest because he's a terrible tease and goes back to petting through Scott's hair.

"If I want you quiet I'll have you get on your knees and suck my dick," he murmurs against Scott's mouth. Kissing is a great way to keep Scott quiet but other methods were also a lot of fun.

One of the only good things about prison was the habits it formed, especially in the working out department. He worked hard to set a gold standard for 'dad bods' everywhere.

And he really liked when Phil explored it. Leaning into the touch until the other takes it away transferring that touch to other parts of his body. There's complaints in his soft moans but they're quickly replaced, he doesn't know how long those new touches and squeezes will last but for now his body will simply drink them in while it can.

"What if I sort of like being in your lap?" They don't part lips as they speak, neither one of them unable to really keep hands and lips off one another. Scott was really trying to behave himself but it was so damn hard to keep his hands off Phil.

"Only sort of?" Phil hopes the eyebrow raise comes across in his tone. From the feel of where they're grinding together Scott's enjoying his position a lot. He gives a slow roll of his hips upwards. "I've got no problem with you being here."

There are plenty of reasons to urge Scott to his knees between his legs but Phil doesn't want to. Not yet, at least. Scott's very good with his mouth and Phil's pretty sure he'll never refuse a blowjob if offered but he's enjoying himself right where he is making out with his boyfriend.

He licks his way back into Scott's mouth until the need for oxygen makes him draw back and stop. He rubs his nose against his cheek, breathing hard.

The roll of hips makes Scott moan. They're both clearly enjoying it and Scott returns the favor by just about dropping himself fully onto the others lap and giving a roll of his own. Encouraging the dry humping between the two.

It will do for now but, Scott will want more later. He's greedy and the best part about Phil is thus far he's been exceedingly good at telling him just what he wants. Or showing him, in most cases.

But there's something to be said about a nice, simple, Sunday morning make out session first. The duality of their relationship is part of why Scott likes this so much. Freak in the sheets, gentlemen in the streets.

Though he's still thinking about that playful bite at the back of his neck as they trade tongues for far longer than perhaps they ought to have. When Phil draws back Scott is left pretty breathless too, needing to smooth his hand across the others chest to ground himself. "Okay... I really like it." He admits with a coy smile.

"Then I see no reason to stop," Phil murmurs against his jaw. He drags his teeth a little, hinting at a playful bite. "Until you want something else more."

The couch gives them a little room to work with. They can have fun touching and teasing each other. The anticipation of more can build without there being an easy way to give into it. Though... he has no way of knowing exactly what's going on in Scott's mind.

Phil knows from their conversations on the subject Scott's usually the one calling the shots. He could have already planned something out. Not that planning is Scott's usual style. Phil's almost tempted to let him have that control just to see what he'd do with it. That's how much he trusts Scott which is a big deal.

At some point, he should say that to Scott.

"Good, cause I had no plans on stopping." He just about moans out as the other starts mouthing at his jaw and neck. Scotts weakest of spots. He's not a planner. Not at all. A sort of go with the flow and see what happens. He only had one goal in mind;

Kiss Phil.

And they were still sort of on that track. His hands slide deeper into the other mans shirt and then fingers claw at the skin he finds there arching his neck to give the other more access to it. He might be dictating the flow of the act but Phil makes him melt. He's so used to being in charge it feels sort of nice to just, let himself go. And having sufficiently let himself be comfortable with that fact he shifts to lean into another kiss. Letting the other man dictate the pace of this one.

Phil sits up just enough to shrug his shirt off since it feels a little restrictive with Scott's hands exploring across his skin. He shoves it towards to the corner of the couch just to get it out of the way. Then he puts his hands right back on Scott's ass because he is a simple man who enjoys the simple pleasures in life.

Like his boyfriend's ass.

He sighs against Scott's mouth as he settles into the kiss letting this one turn into something lazy and warm, more affectionate than lustful. Not that he's less hard or anything but he likes the tease of changing paces. The memory of hard and hot lingers just under the surface for when Phil wants it again. Or if Scott asks for it.

Being and ass man himself Scott is more than understanding of a frisky game of grab ass and when the others shirt comes off and Scott is left with more room to explore he takes full advantage of it.

There's no rush to this heavy petting session. A lazy Sunday make out session like horny little teenagers afraid they might get caught so don't quite want to get into the grit of it all.

The last time he had this sort of lazy heavy petting session is when he first got together with Maggie and that was ages ago.

And this hit so differently.

The kisses are longer and lingering. Exploratory yet light. The other man is a thing to be savored and Scott fully intends on doing that.

They could get caught. Though in this case getting caught is one of their phones ringing with an emergency. Phil isn't thinking about that and he certainly wouldn't say it out loud because that would be inviting Fate. Speak of the devil and so on.

It's the kind of lazy making out that almost makes Phil want to stretch out with a Scott shaped blanket on top of him and take an afternoon nap. Warm. Content. Happy. There's an undercurrent of happiness buzzing just under the surface of how turned on he is. That buzz happens a lot around Scott. It might just be his superpower.

His hands go from Scott's ass to his thighs rubbing slowly over them once, twice, before he slides his hands up his sides. Phil hesitates for a second...

And then gives into the temptation of tickling Scott on the ribs.

If either of their phones rang in this moment Scott would highly encourage ignoring it. He knows neither one of them could, because that is not how any of this works, but he'd at least throw the thought out there.

But they don't have to think about that right at this second.

They're in this moment happily trading fingertips on cloth then skin then cloth again and their tongues wrestle for dominance, then ease into exploration, only to become heated once more. Though its broken up slightly as those fingertips stop grazing lightly and start actually hitting him with chaotic abandon in some of his more sensitive spots. He had not been expecting the tickling, but it was not unwarranted. Scott wraps his arms around the others neck and laughs wildly. The sound almost a whole choir of joy.

"Cut it out!" He barks, not doing much to actually stop it.

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I am sorry for some slow ass time, we have family visiting from the south this week so slow af!