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[Open] Just a night

who: Jason Todd, OTA.
what: Jay is settling in.
when: July 11th.
where: Floor Six, and Quarantine Bar, more may be added!
warnings: Most likely just language for now, but will update!

A: Floor Six - Open

Since moving into his space on Floor Six, Jason Todd had made it a point to rarely be in. Aside from attending the meeting that had happened the day before. It was the middle of the afternoon when Jay made his way inside home to long, he had dropped a couple bags on the kitchen counter, and his phone tossed inside of a cup to make the song playing off his phone play louder while he dug around for pans and a cutting board. Considering he had eaten out most of the festival he figured he needed to save money before he blew through it all. New clothes were still something he needed to buy, so food needed to be cheaper.

The older rock tunes floated through the sixth floor, as did the eventual smell of a vegetable stew. Jason himself had hoisted himself up to sit on the counter as he flipped through the friendr app. The stew would be ready within the hour, so he was mostly killing time. He didn't want to be hungry when he leaves later to go see Dick.

B: quarantine bar - Open

It was well near midnight when Jason found himself sitting at the Quarantine Bar. He had planned to head out to Trixie, and yet, decided at the last moment to skip out on it. Eventually he had found himself at the bar, sitting by himself with head propped on one hand with his fingers tangled in his dark hair. A beer sat in front of him half empty, he was listening to the sounds of the club. He was tired but he refused to even consider sleep while it was still so early in the night. Which was why he was reading to keep his mind occupied but not wandering.

Eventually he closed the book and lifted his arms over his head, stretching and yawning at the same time. He shifted off the stool and moved to go see if there was anyone sitting around he could bother at the late hour, with little concern for the fact he would have to be at work in the morning.

C: Wild Card

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Leaning in closer, cheap beer and cigarettes on his breath, he spoke low close to Loki's ear.

"A whole night." Clearly not tonight. Tonight was nearly over.

For what, he almost asks, wanting specifics because if Loki said those words he would leave himself endless loopholes. He winces at Jason's bad breath, pretending the tone doesn't have as much sway as Jason believes it does, but ...

He remembers the other man. The good time they had.

Turning to face Jason, Loki admits, "He was kind."

Loki was smart, Jay had purposely said it that way to do just that, still, leaning in as he was, even sharing his bad breath. He was sharing an intimate space. A hand moved up to brush his thumb over Loki's cheekbone.

"You sure it wasn't a ploy?" Even as he says it, leaning back, but letting his thumb linger, he looks at Loki. Clearly, Loki's seen behind the act. "Do you think I'll be just as kind?"

Green eyes flicker to the touch on his cheek, then back to Jason. Dick's eyes are bluer, he idly notes, with Jason's a touch stormier although maybe that's just the dark lounge.

"I think little Red Riding Hood should be pickier about the wolves he wanders through the woods with. He may get hurt."

Any other Loki would immediately see him as a pawn to take advantage of, clever tactics or not.

Such was his life, a replacement for Dick, but never quiet fitting in the box. His lips quirk into a smirk at the words.

"Red riding hood doesn't fear wolves. Wolves die same as everything else." he almost made a comment about not being little, but it felt convoluted, and pointless.

He was an easy one to manipulate, it was one of his flaws, but in his tipsy state he felt he was the one running the show.

"How many people know my other identity, Loki?"

"Dunno?"

Said in an airy tone that implies he may need to get his memory inspired somehow, staring unblinkingly at Jason.

Oh he knew that kinda tone, he's used that tone before when he didn't feel like fessing up to things. Usually with B, but he was amused hearing it from Loki's tone.

He didn't wait for more of an answer, leaning in, in an attempt to kiss the other. If given the chance he would start the kiss slow and build up, if not he'd laugh it off. Either way, it was worth the shot.

The kiss is allowed, Loki's smile smeared into it as he takes the opportunity to taste the difference between the two men; no smoke on the first's breath, but there was more desire too. This Jason is a methodical kisser with a means to an end, not a bad thing and enjoyable for all, so it deserves a reward.

Loki's hands remain around his ankles, hugging his legs where he sits and leans his upper body into heat and sour slickness, noisy in the quiet atrium. Every murmur brushes his mouth under the weight of Jason's.

"He was ... clever but patient, urgent yet gentle when it mattered. I knew who he really was because I peeled him out of that suit in my own bed."

"Tell me about the suit." He spoke low. "What did it look like?" He's curious if it was really him or maybe a different time, he had changed his suit a few times, the devil would always be in the details. Knowing he'd need to pay for more information he brushed his thumb across Loki's cheek.

It was an old habit most assumed he had given it up. He had just gotten better at hiding it from most people, these days he cared less who knew, well the other's who held the mantle aside. How he thought he'd keep them from knowing, who knew. The hand on Loki's cheek moved down towards his cheek as Jason leaned in a little more to kiss him again, this time a little deeper, once more with feeling.

The angle was awkward, but he had been in worse, besides, it was kind of adorable the way the god was sitting.

Jason thinks too much when he's kissing, that's what Loki gleans as he compares these kisses (pleasant enough) with the ardent messiness that went on in his bed with the first Todd. It's not bad, just different ... and telling, as if the questions weren't unsubtle enough.

He pries his mouth away from the heat of the one on top and nudges Jason to sit back, to relax on the couch as Loki unfurls long legs from his arms and intends to crawl on Jason's lap. Nothing overly sexual; he means to knead at Jason's scalp and comb through his hair, wanting him to give up thinking so much and let go of the matter. For now.

Loki uses a deep purr under his words, coaxing agreement.

"I'll tell you when you wake up, how about that? We'll grab some breakfast and hot coffee, and wrap up in blankets to stay warm. Wouldn't you like that, Jay? You'd get to sleep first."

Loki was right, he did think to much, more so in a sleep deprived mind. He had fallen to his basic status of trust no one when it came to his roommates. They were not people he knew or choose, even if they seemed good enough he couldn't shake the distrust enough to let himself properly relax. Quick naps in the afternoon were what he was running on and his tank had been on E for awhile now.

So, as Loki eased him back and moved into his lap, his first thought was he wouldn't make it through the first round, and he didn't want that to be an issue. He looked shocked for a moment when he felt the hands in his hair, and he fell right into it. Relaxing, the tired becoming more visable as his eyes fluttered to stay away. The tired shades of blue locked on such a lovely shade of green.

He didn't care to consider the offer, as soon as he heard 'you get to sleep first.' "Your room?" He asked, clearly fine as long as he got to sleep. Taking for once, the fact the other him had to of cared or trusted about Loki, that was good enough for now.

That makes him smile, the irony of both Todds preferring Loki's personal space is a nice constant. And Tony is working (probably sleeping, too) at the workshop, so it won't hurt anyone for Loki to bring Jason home to the communal bedroom. Nothing will be happening, it's just that the engineer is incredibly sensitive and Loki would rather avoid drama.

"Sure thing, just close your eyes ..."

Whenever Jason blinks, he'll find himself in a parody of his own apartment sleeping quarters, only this one has knick-knacks from different people on the nightstands.
Loki cradles Jason's neck as he lowers him down into feather-stuffed pillows, the fur blankets soft and plush.

"You're safe here. Do you want me to stay, Jay?"

Old habits, Jay never liked taking people to a space he considered his own. Even if he wasn't happy in communal living. He would take Loki's space over his own, the other had been around longer. Yes, nothing would be happening, at least not that night. But Jason's mind was pretty much blanking by the time Loki told him to close his eyes, when he did it was almost a challenge to open them once more.

When he open them and blinks a bit trying to force them to stay open, for a moment he feels he has been tricked before he realizes things are a little different in this room. Not quiet the same. The fact hes being lowered into bed is a strange trip for one as big as he is, but it wasn't unwelcome. A hand reach, to touch Loki's cheek. A tired smile was rewarded his way, a lazy almost happy look. He let his guard down for now, trusting the other him's choice. Trusting the Norse god of mischief... He was tired okay.

"Yeah, stay with me, Loki." And without further prompting he slipped from consciousness, letting himself relax enough to sleep.

Such a gentle, trusting request has his gaze softening upon Jason, and as the guy passes out it's just Loki in a quiet room with a vigilante snoozing in his bed. Responsible for that.

Sheesh.

He tucks him into the furs and slumps on the other side against the pillows, an arm curling around Jason's head. Now and then, as Loki plays on his phone with his free hand, he lays a cool palm over Jason's brow so that he doesn't overheat and stays the right side of toasty.

It isn't until an hour later when Loki starts to doze, then drops off too.

Jay was a lot like a human heater, putting off heat when he slept. Luckily, fate was nice that night, he was tired enough that the nightmares didn't come. He slept like the dead next to the the god. The cooling touch was also a factor in him sleeping as well as he was, he didn't have to toss and turn and kick anything away to try and cool down.

Jason turned at some point, wrapping an arm around the body close by and pulling closer without opening his eyes.

When he finally came to, the blue eyes slowly cracked open. The haze of a good sleep and semi-lucid awareness that he was not in his bed hit him before he could really do much beyond open his eyes and look around to see where he was and if Loki was still there.

Loki sleeps in a curled up ball, having been easily coaxed into Jason's arms during unconsciousness. There, he snores softly against Jason's shoulder, hair a mess and brow pinched in a vague frown owing to bad dreams of his own; perhaps one of the reasons he hugged in close at the first opportunity, to try and escape something.

When Jason's eyes fall on the sleeping form against his shoulder, he can't help a softer smile. He's a bit surprised at himself for actually falling asleep, but also that he managed to not wake from Loki being so close. The nights conversation slipped back to him as he reached out, brushing some hair from the other's face.

"Loki." He spoke, his voice tired and thick with sleep, the deep rumble of one just waking. He knew that kind of look. He spoke the name loud enough he hoped it woke him, he didn't want to have to wiggle himself free and do the walk of shame out... not that he had a reason to feel like it was a walk of shame, but the same idea. "Wake up, Loki." He repeated.

Hearing those words prompts him to shake his head and duck his chin lower, hiding against Jason's warmth. A gurgled complaint whines in his throat and the godling refuses to cooperate like a schoolboy on a weekday.

"M'sleeping ..."

Jason rolled his eyes a bit, to tired to argue yet. He yawned, which lead to a bit of a stretch in the bed, to try and get more comfortable. He'd give the godling a little longer as long as he didn't seem to be having a nightmare. It was only fair after staying in the other's bed all night. His mind buzzed for coffee but, it could wait.

The snoring that grows louder reveals that Loki may be a god but he's definitely not a morning person.

After awhile, Jason gave up. His shoulder was starting to go numb, making his arm tingle. And he needed to go to the bathroom. So, he started to careful untangle himself to slip from the bed.

That seems to stir Loki awake, at least enough that he peers up blearily while collecting the fur blankets up around himself. He peeks over them at Jason's rumpled exterior, smiling in amusement.

"Shower's down the hall."

Hearing the answer he scratched at his head a moment before giving a mock saulte off the side of his head. As if to say thank you. And he headed towards the bathroom. Once he came back he yawned again, stretching his arms over his head.

"You still want breakfast, or a rain check so you can sleep more?"

"Rain check ... too early. Catch you later, Red."

If Jason wants to leave then Loki won't stop him, bundled up like an exhausted animal who couldn't move if it wanted to. He would like to hang out more but he doubts Jason wants to stick around while he preens and washes.

"Sounds good." He walked over to the bed, reaching down and ruffling Loki's hair, his own dripping a bit from the quick shower. "Call me later, I'll come back when your ready." Only then did he turn to head towards the door. It was time for coffee and more notes on books for now.

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