Phil Coulson (
tasernanny) wrote2023-04-26 08:53 pm
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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.
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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Phil stops in the doorway of the kitchen, watching Scott work in his kitchen. He looks loose, relaxed, and happy like he had an orgasm instead of only giving one. Honestly, he's happy and handsome and sweet... and Phil adores him a lot. He is very invested in what he expected to be a casual fling that would satisfy Scott's curiosity about him and then wrap up neatly.
Apparently not.
"It smells really good." Phil washes his hands before he goes to deal with the dough which has risen to a nice size and ready for the pan and the oven. He slides it in and then searches for his phone to set a timer.
"That shouldn't take long to bake. It'll be a nice basic bread when it's done." Phil reaches out and rubs his hand across Scott's shoulders.
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Nothing is ever neat when it comes to this sort of thing it seems, especially when Scott's involved. Scott doesn't really do uncomplicated, not that he means to it just isn't his damn luck.
And now Phil is wrapped up in it.
"I am going to load up on carbs. I can't wait." He sighs contentedly. He doesn't do a lot of breads as a general rule, not for any particular reason, so he'll probably load up on bread admittedly. Especially since it's home made. He leans into the touch slightly leaning over to place a kiss to Phil's temple. "Hopefully I didn't fill up on appetizers too much." He teases finding the others ass now covered by his trousers again and giving it a firm squeeze.
He doesn't seem to be that bothered by it, considering he's still around.
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"It's one loaf of bread," he says with a small chuckle. "I don't think it'll be too many carbs for your superhero diet."
Phil's weakness is sweet things. He really likes sweets of any kind but he tries not to indulge too often. He does a careful balancing act between exercise and donuts. Man, he loves donuts.
"But if you're so very sleepy we can take a nap." He leaves his hand resting on the small of Scott's back.