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but they're gonna pay me

who: loki and billy (616)
what: billy is loki's hero.
when: dec
where: trixie, the club.
warnings: gay boys play gay chicken, how can anyone lose? #moonboyfriends

[ The basement, pub, and VIP area of Trixie are all bursting at the seams tonight owing to bad weather and the enchanted nature of the building to stay a toasty hub in the wintertide months. Hygge is ongoing which means a party spirit is in the air but, for once, Loki can't be found dancing or flirting with his patrons; he sits in one of the booths upstairs on the restricted first-floor, not an ounce of merry-making beyond the half-closed golden drapes where he sits behind a low table scattered with official documents pertaining to his accounts. A laptop has a billion tabs open and a half-empty chocolate milkshake stands forgotten while Loki, with the sleeves of a smart white shirt rolled up, hunkers over bills and spreadsheets and genuinely wonders if this is a fate worse than falling into the Void.

The godling rubs his eyes and sighs, head in a hand. Not for the first time his mind wanders to a dozen other things, places, and people, restless and unwilling to cooperate because there was a reason he hired Tim Drake to do this, the guy was wired for marketing and financial nonsense. The strict, unrelenting nature of it goes against every iota in his body that tries so hard to feign interest, scripted for chaos and tricks and all sorts of things that don't help him explain tax and net incomes and EBITDA. His horned helm lies at an angle on the far edge of the table but it may as well be an omniverse away for all that he feels like he's the God of Mischief. God of Migraines, sure.

He always did hate arithmatic ... in every lifetime. ]

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... You are such a bigger nerd than anyone gives you credit for.

[ His nose dips to the nape of Billy's neck and he nips at the collar of his tshirt this time. With that warm body sinking back against him, Loki wraps an arm around Billy's waist to keep him right there. Cosy and Loki's. ]

I didn't know getting nerd credit was a thing, but I'll make sure I work to get the credit I deserve.

( he's wearing loki's helm, leaning back against him, loki's arm wrapped around his middle and mouth pressing extremely close to his neck and here they are speaking of norsemen, as if this is the most normal thing there is. )

When's the party?

Dunno, whenever Ivar finishes the preparations.

[ Loki, too, is far more interested in nosing the nape of a neck where brunette locks begin, softer and finer than the rest. And then he tightens his grip on Billy, ensuring he can't escape ...

And blows an enormously wet raspberry. ]

( if loki hadn't been holding onto him tight, he would have jolted right out of the booth. billy gives a startled yelp, jerking forward against the hand at his waist as his neck flushes a brightbright red, weight shifting forward until he's all but shoving against that arm. )

Loki!! ( sure hope no one of importance was sitting around nearby doing anything uninterruptible. )

It was very necessary, before you complain. You left yourself wide open for an attack!

[ The arm around Billy eases up as Loki laughs, unrepentant to the nth degree. ]

Constant vigilance!

[ It was either a raspberry or a kiss, so. ]

I trusted you with my neck and this is how you repay me.

( you know what! he's reaching for that coat to put it right back on over his head and moving off of loki. that's what he gets!! )

Whoa!

[ Nonono! A hop and a skip and he has his arms back around Billy, looser than before as he looms over him with the advantage of his height. His laughter bubbles in brunette locks where he stuffs his face. ]

Don't go yet, you've barely looked at me since you came and you said it yourself, I was your reason for visiting in the first place.

( escape attempts are futile--but he doesn't mind too much. he is still grabbing onto his jacket and doing his best to throw it on over his head without removing loki's helm. that's staying there for as long as loki lets him have it, thank you. which is also part of the reason why-- )

I can't exactly look at you when I'm sitting like this, you know. ( he's felt loki against him plenty, can feel the shape of him against his back, dampness on his neck where loki decided to leave his spit. that's close enough, right. )

[ His spit is a coveted source of DNA, Victor would backflip to get a quarter of that. ]

Then fix yourself up, Kaplan, there's only so much room on these couches.

[ He retreats but he takes that ridiculous coat with him, tossing it to the floor by the curtain that isn't closed. The suede booth has more than enough room for two people as Loki sits back, trusting that Billy won't bolt while he's wearing the helm; he's too polite for that. ]

( victor may backflip for it, but billy's reaching a hand back to scrub it off. like loki's got cooties or some bullshit like that.

and what does loki have against his clothes. he liked that coat. if loki's going to be insistent, then--billy doesn't get off, but he's reaching a hand out towards the curtain, pulling it closed moments before he's twisting around on top of loki and resting forearms against the other's shoulders, knees pressing against the booth on either side of loki's hips.

keeping a good distance between their faces but staring loki down as the small of his back digs into the table behind him. )

Is that better?

[ Expecting Billy to stretch out on the couch and kick him or something, being straddled takes the wind out of his sails and even if it hadn't, Billy's intense stare would have. Loki bites his lip to hold in a dozen quips he knows he shouldn't make, then lightly rests his hands back on Billy's hips (hey, he closed the last curtain, who's going to see ~~as if that's what matters~~).

Docile by comparison to minutes ago, he nods. ]

Much. [ What's not an innuendo? Uh. ] You're heavier than I thought you'd be.

[ Nailed it. ]

( he's going to have to start taking notes on what gets what reaction out of loki. this, this is good. the intent had been to shut him up to an extent and that's definitely happening.

there's a upwards curve to the corners of his lips. not quite a grin, but getting there. )

You weigh at least twice as much as I do, I don't want to hear it. ( not to mention loki's several times as strong as he is and can definitely handle the weight of one william kaplan. )

Thrice, actually. Studies show Asgardians are at least three times as durable as humans, bone density and the like. Fascinating stuff.

[ His hands can't bear to stay still and they skim down Billy's thighs to hook in the bend of his knees, kneading their way back to the top. Loki never looks away from Billy for a moment. ]

Greater stamina, too.

[ That is a totally relevant fact. ]

( now the question is: who is going to win this stare off. billy doesn't break eye contact, either--rests some of his weight against loki's shoulders as he leans into him a little more. )

See? You'd crush me in an instant. ( stamina was definitely not relevant, thank you. but he'll take note of it anyway. just in case someone quizzes him on myth versus truth on asgardians later. ) And I'm not even sitting on you.

( not entirely. most his weight's still on his knees--for now. the way loki's touching them is enough to make his legs tremble, but he's doing his best to ignore that. )

[ Just in case of quizzes, sure. ]

I feel like this is all a roundabout way of calling me fat, [ fingers curl in the bend of denim-clad knees to wriggle there, tickling him in a bid to slacken the last of the tension keeping Billy aloft, ] which I find incredibly offensive.

( it works fast enough, weight dropping down onto loki's lap as billy presses his lips together to stifle any giggles. )

You know perfectly well that's definitely not what I was saying, Loki. ( he'd break eye contact and look him over just to prove a point, but that'd mean losing. ) You're very pretty.

I know. [ To both, haha.

A triumphant smirk widens his lips and he tugs on the knees still in his grip to drag Billy closer with a single sudden yank, fitting them snugly together. There's a challenge in the tilt of his chin, still staring up, perfectly content to be the one beneath Billy when some of his more prominent fantasies aren't too far off. Even if Loki loves the idea of pinning the witch against the nearest wall, being pinned sparks a whole other set of desires. ]

Nico had a thing about my chest in particular, that's where he discovered I liked to be petted. [ Belatedly adding on the minor detail, ] As a fox.

( that's. definitely close, oh wow. it catches him a little off guard, hips to loki's waist, stomach pressed snugly against the other's own, hands still on his knees and what catches him even more off guard is loki bringing nico into it.

billy hums soft under his breath, moves forearms off of loki's shoulders and slides both palms down his chest instead. )

I have a feeling you enjoy being petted regardless of whether or not you're furry.

Doesn't everyone? [ His torso tenses, relaxing under the weight of roaming hands a moment later. Sensitive. ] Don't you?

[ One palm spreads on a thigh to anchor Billy where he is. A gentle poke finds his stomach to keep the teasing light but there's an undeniable stare locked onto him and his answer as Loki tips his head back on the booth. ]

Would I let you pet my legs like that if I didn't?

( answering questions with questions is generally loki's thing, but for today, it can be billy's, too. his hands move down until there isn't any skin left, until he reaches where his stomach meets loki's own. hands pause for a moment and billy hums under his breath before he's raising them both up to thread fingers through loki's hair, just above his ears. )

Edited 2017-12-11 06:02 (UTC)

[ With his dress-shirt ruined in creases underneath Billy's hands, Loki runs his own back over those thighs at the slightest hint Billy likes being pawed there, kneading his way higher to where love handles would be on anyone but a lean eighteen-year-old. His thumbs flick under a tshirt, rubbing absently at the smooth skin beneath.

The fact Billy is sly enough to be evasive but still go after what he wants (his fingers weaving through Loki's hair win the staring contest; Loki's lashes shutter and he parts his lips, licking them where they suddenly feel dry) is like a waking flashback to old yearnings. The whole reason he couldn't help but crush on him was that sharp wit paired with the prettiest face on a witch he could remember, the old memories he used to dip into for guidance (before becoming his own person and knowing better) never soured when it came to William Kaplan. Billy had never personally done him any wrong.

It's so attractive that Billy has not just the power of a reality-warper but the even rarer ability to tell Loki 'No'. He trusts him more because of that unshakeable core and it means more in moments like these, with Billy poured over his lap like hot cream and not complaining, because he truly wouldn't be there if it went against his morals or desires. They haven't even kissed but Loki's hips squirm on the suede couch as his cock twitches in his black jeans, trapped right underneath the seated curve of Billy's ass. He plays it off as a full-bodied stretch as best he can, yet his grip on Billy's hips is unrelenting, an anchor for which of them he no longer knows. ]

What I said about being treated like Kate? I lied. I don't want that. [ His tongue runs over his lower lip once more, slower and contemplative. Loki is so weak to his wants when they involve this man, it's almost a joke, so he intentionally keeps his voice steady as if he could be commenting indifferently on the weather. ] You can do whatever you want with me, Billy.

[ Even if "whatever" amounts to nothing more than the best unintentional cocktease Loki has ever had, he's down with that. So down. It's almost pathetic, he supposes, how easily he feels nervous and attracted in one breath. ]

( cool fingers slip under the edges of his shirt—pressing against just enough skin for billy to feel it without pushing much further and that’s almost enough to divide his attention from the task at hand. his fingers push through loki’s hair, thread their way to the back of his head taking tangles out along with the pull and he wins—the godling’s eyes slide shut, and billy momentarily celebrates his victory over the competition that hadn’t even been vocalized.

but the sense of victory doesn’t last long. not when his eyes are focusing down on loki’s mouth instead, watching his tongue slide across lips. he squirms, and billy’s flushing brightbright red at the press of—something. that’s definitely hard to not notice. there’s a moment where he starts to pull away, not uncomfortable against loki but uncomfortable with this. it sets fire to his own gut, flusters him in ways he’d never thought he’d be experiencing here, with loki. but rejection hurts even gods, and it’s—not what he’s intending. so he settles, tries not to squirm against loki too much in return because the absolute last thing he needs right now is to set himself off.

he takes a deep breath in instead, moves his fingers out of loki’s hair and sets palms down against his shoulders, uses that as his own anchor. an easy surface to push off of if he really feels the need. lips press together tight for a moment as he takes a steadying breath, before murmuring soft: ) We’re going to need to talk about this.

( billy wasn’t lying when he said the absolute last thing he’d want to do is hurt loki or teddy. but he’d be lying now if he said he didn’t want to lean forward and press his mouth against the other’s own. he doesn’t, not yet. but from the way his eyes focus down on loki’s mouth, pupils blown, it wouldn’t be hard to guess. )

[ Loki isn't so obvious about basic functions like breathing, that usually goes without saying, although he doesn't huff and puff. Each breath is shallower, steadier than the last, and ordinarily bright eyes are beetle-black with only a sheen of green around the edges as he locks gazes. ]

Can I have a minute where I touch you, before we do?

[ That's cheating, but. His fingertips glide under the hem of a tshirt to find the dip of a spine, circling in an endless infinity loop. ]

Just a minute.

( the rational part of his brain, the part that he should be listening to screams that this is an extremely bad idea, and he definitely should not tell loki yes. the other part keens at the idea of it—loki’s fingers running under his shirt isn’t helping any, tracing patterns against skin and making even the idea of telling him no seem absolutely ridiculous.

it takes a few moments for him to voice his response, head nodding as he stutters out between breaths: ) Sixty seconds.

[ Loki immediately sits up, without displacing Billy, and zeroes in on the line of his jaw with drifting lips that run all the way to the hinge, a cold delicate lick finding the tendon to a pale throat, slow and lingering. (His ears buzz with white noise, cravings deafening him
to the fact this isn't a great idea. No one on this couch cares.) Up Billy's back, black nails scrape higher with the same feathery restraint, gently scoring their way down again, lazy. As if Loki has all the time in the world, not a remaining forty seconds.

A quiet groan muffles in the curve of Billy's neck, committing every minute detail to memory, the roasting heat of his mortal body and soft hint of stubble underneath Loki's plucking teeth being his favourite. ]

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