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The water is nice and cool against Clint’s skin. Normally, his shower water would be hotter than the blazing sun, but he’d just been out in the blazing sun all day, so he needs to give his skin a rest. He sighs as the water rushes over his throat and shoulders, down his chest and to the rest of his body. He shifts on his feet, making himself more comfortable, and hums as the cold water washes away the heat of the sun and the sand still sticking to him.
Clint takes half a step forward and leans his head forward, pushing himself under the stream of water and letting it run over his hair and the back of his neck. It does make a small shiver run down his spine, an involuntary response to the sudden temperature change.
Having a beach day is definitely what he needed. Kate being there to help with Lucky was definitely a good call, and it helped keep her away from his and Bucky’s shenanigans on the sand and in the ocean. Sam and Natasha had even dropped by to hang out for a little while. It had been nice—a bit of a reunion for all of them, in one way or another, and a time for them to relax without worrying about villains coming after them.
Clint wiggles his toes in the water, attempting to dislodge the sand from between them, and pulls his head back up as he runs his fingers through his now wet hair. He turns around to let the water roll down his back and startles when he opens his eyes, staring wide-eyed at Bucky in front of him.
“Jesus, Buck,” Clint mutters, grinning as he reaches his hands out to him. “You scared me.” He taps just under his right ear with a finger. “I don’t have my aids in.”
Bucky snorts softly, his hands briefly touching Clint’s hips before he lifts his hands up. He doesn’t need to sign—Clint can read his lips with no problem—but it’s appreciated, either way.
“I figured,” Bucky says, lips curling up some. “I called your name several times before I realized you couldn’t even hear me.”
Clint chuckles as he leans in to kiss Bucky’s cheek. “Should’ve just snuck up on me like usual.”
“And have you slip and crack your skull? No, thanks. I’m not explaining to Natasha why you’re in the hospital over that.”
Laughing, Clint wraps an arm around Bucky’s shoulder and pulls him in, turning their bodies in the small space of the shower until the spray of water is hitting Bucky’s back.
“Aw, so there’s no chance for frisky touching right now?” He wriggles his eyebrows, running his fingers through the ends of Bucky’s hair.
Bucky stares Clint down as he lets his hands finally fall, settling against his hips again as he steps back a bit further under the water. Then, he rolls his eyes and squeezes Clint’s hips.
“Even if I told you ‘no’,” Bucky mutters, leaning in to press a kiss to Clint’s lips. “You’d just find a way to go through with your scheming ways.”
More laughter leaves Clint as he kisses Bucky back, grinning against his mouth. He slides his hands down the front of Bucky’s chest until they reach the dips of the V-line of his waist. “We might want to wait until I can hear before we get into all the fun.”
Bucky snorts softly as he pulls back, half-smirking, a rather dangerous glint in his eyes.