My Insides Are Copper (Chapter 6)
Clint Barton/Phil Coulson | 12,000 words (this part) | NC-17
So they were friends now. Phil wondered if he should tell someone to make it official; the whole school was aware of their supposed hatred, and now things were different. Maybe. Sort of. He was pretty sure friends didn’t spend entire weekends obsessing about the feel of their other friends’ dicks in their hands.
You can track this story here, at my tumblr, or on AO3.
Clint Barton/Phil Coulson | 12,000 words (this part) | NC-17
So they were friends now. Phil wondered if he should tell someone to make it official; the whole school was aware of their supposed hatred, and now things were different. Maybe. Sort of. He was pretty sure friends didn’t spend entire weekends obsessing about the feel of their other friends’ dicks in their hands.
You can track this story here, at my tumblr, or on AO3.
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