Chapter 1: Late night confessions
Tony lost count of how many drinks he had bought tonight. The bartender finally stopped giving drinks; shaking his head he mumbled "It's time to go Mr. Stark. It's two in the morning and the bar is closing. I can call you a taxi." He offered. Tony opened his mouth to say something only to be interrupted by a familiar voice. "I'll get him home." Loki placed a gentle hand on Tony's shoulder. The bartender looked overjoyed and disappeared around back.
Stumbling to Loki's car, Tony realized he didn't want to go home. He didn't want to go back to the bare apartment that was once filled with Pepper's belongings. He'd rather drink away his feelings. "Loki no-" He began, struggling into the car. Loki managed to push him in without much effort. "Tony I know about Pepper." Loki admitted, shutting his own door, holding the keys tightly in the other hand. All those years knowing tony he had seen him fall off the wagon and drink again, get angry and break things, but not once has he seen him cry. Not until now anyway. He fell, sobbing, into Loki's open arms. Pepper and Tony had been together for years, and they were even planning a wedding in July. Earlier in the week they had gotten into an argument, one bigger than ever, and it resulted in Pepper tossing away the ring. Tony took to drinking again, trying to drown out all his emotions, spending all his nights at the local bar. Tony gripped the man tight, not wanting to lose the comfort. Finally Loki pushed him away lightly. "You can stay at my place for the night." He mumbled.
The drive was short, and Loki practically had to carry Tony up the stairs to his little apartment. Falling down onto the couch, Tony took the rather thin man down with him. Sitting beside Tony, Loki gave a small sigh. It was going to be a long night. Tony then noticed something had never seen before. How truly handsome this man was. He was wearing the same worn down green sweater Tony had given to him as a birthday gift two years ago. His eyes the color of jade, looking a lot darker than usual tonight, and standing out against the pale skin and dark, long strands of black hair. Then he realized Pepper had been right all along. His heart wasn't actually fully into their relationship. It was dedicated to pleasing this man. Tony would do absolutely anything for him, no matter what. All along he denied any feelings for this man, but now nothing was holding him back. Maybe it was just because he was drunk. No it couldn't have been because he had felt this many times before, when he was sober, and he didn't want to admit to it.
Loki stood, turning with a small grin he said "I'll be in the shower. Yell if you need anything." Before Tony could say anything he was gone, the bathroom door snapping shut with a small click. The window air conditioner clicked on, and for such a small thing it caused Tony to shiver. He no longer wanted to sit and dwell on his feelings, so he stumbled off into another room, noting how organized Loki actually was. The bed sheets folded back neatly, and the books organized by author. His plaid pajama bottoms set aside on the dresser; a small photo of him and his brother, Thor, at a Christmas party a few years back. Tony stared at the photo for awhile, imagining what it would be like if it were him instead of Thor. Then he noticed the small frame hidden behind the plain bottoms. It was the photo Loki had taken of him when they were at the local festival. Pepper had gone off to get something, leaving the two together, and Loki had quickly snapped the photograph while Tony was focused on the goats. He honestly had thought it was deleted, why would he keep it?
The water in the bathroom suddenly stopped. Tony quickly turned to leave the bedroom just as the bathroom door flew open. Loki stood in his towel watching Tony carefully. He took a small step towards the bedroom waiting for him to leave. He opened his mouth to speak but Tony cut him off.
"Loki, I need you." It took a moment for it to sink in. Loki shook his head lightly.
"Tony you are drunk." He reached out to pull Tony away from the room only to have his arm swatted away. Tony felt completely sober suddenly, aware of everything going on around and what he was doing, yet it didn't seem realistic.
"No, I'm serious. I've always felt this way." Loki pulled him out of the way harshly, still shaking his head. "Don't play games with me right now." He replied, but before he could shut the door in the shorter man's face, Tony had rushed up, placing a light kiss on Loki's lips. Loki didn't know whether to believe him, or to continue assuming he was way too wasted to know what was going on. Yet he went for it anyway, pulling Tony back to him, the kiss more passionate this time around. Tony reached down for the towel badly wanting to remove it. Loki shifted away a little, his expression hardening. "Tony you're drunk. I don't want to take advantage of you." He breathed. Tony made a small noise, attempting to reach for Loki once more, but was stopped once more. "Not tonight, not when you are like this."
Though Loki wanted it just as badly as Tony, he didn't want to do this when Tony was wasted. Especially not when he was hurting emotionally, he didn't want to seem like he was just taking advantage of the situation. He truly did love this man, and if Tony didn't mean what he said... he didn't want to regret any decisions made. It had been a two hours since the whole ordeal had happened, yet he couldn't stop thinking about it. He wasn't going to get any sleep tonight if he couldn't just move on. Then he heard it. The small whimper coming from the man in the other room. He was crying, and Loki couldn't bear to hear it. It was heartbreaking, hearing the man so hurt. Peering around the corner, he finally shuffled out to the living area. Lying down besides the man and wrapping his arms around him, Loki buried his face into his shoulder, trying to comfort him. Within a matter of moments the sobbing had stopped, Tony had flipped around and buried his face into Loki's chest. Rubbing his back soothingly, Loki was actually beginning to drift to sleep, and with that... everything went dark.
The sun was shining across Loki's face, blinding him, and causing him to wake rather early for his taste. He was freezing, all the blankets seemed to be kicked off to the floor. Then he realized... he was all alone. "Tony?" Loki called out as he searched throughout the apartment. Sighing in relief, he thought maybe it had just been a rather bizarre dream. Something that no one would ever find out about. The door suddenly clicked shut, Loki spun around to face Tony, who was holding two coffees. "I got coffee." He stated plainly, his eyes plastered to the floor, trying to avoid his gaze.
"Thank you." Loki reached out for one of the cups but Tony pulled it away. "Wrong one..." He handed over the other. It was exactly how Loki liked it. Dark roast with a little cream and two cubes sugar. "You know my favorite coffee?" He asked, a small smirk rising. Tony went red, looking away from, cramming his own coffee to his face.
"I may have... memorized it while watching you make it everyday at the café." He took another rather large gulp. Loki's smile widened, his own face turning slightly red. He enjoyed the fact that Tony had actually paid attention to the little details. It meant a lot, whether he realized it or not. "Tony about last night..." Loki began. Tony simply shook his head.
"I meant everything I said. Every last word." Tony took a few steps forward, placing his cup on the end table. Loki honestly did not know what to say. He knew for sure Tony was not drunk now. It was easy to tell compared to how he was last night. Loki moved towards him quickly, placing a hand on the others arm.
"Tony I don't know what to say." Tony only shook his head once more. "Say nothing." He whispered, leaning up towards Loki. Their lips met, this time more passionate than any before, and for a moment after they stood there. Staring into each others eyes, arms wrapped around one another. Leading each other slowly to the couch, Tony began lacing small kisses along Loki's jaw, his hand sliding down the others back lightly. Falling over him, Loki slowly began unbuttoning Tony's shirt, one hand sliding across his chest.
"Loki" Tony breathed, becoming impatient with how slow things were progressing. Loki merely humored him, pulling the shirt off completely, before pulling his own. Tossing the shirts aside he began for the button of Tony's pants. Biting his lip, he smirked, pulling at the material. Tony took over and practically ripped the pants off. He didn't know what had overcome him at that moment... but it had slipped out. A simple "I love you."
[At some point I will update with chapter 2 :D Soon!]
