It was just a kiss, but a kiss is hardly "just a kiss" when it truly means something and it could never be "just a kiss" when it means so much to both parties.
That's what Loki had decided when Thor kissed him. It honestly came as a big surprise- this handsome teenager kissing an already-jaded college kid.
The high-school upper class man had needed extra tutoring for his writing class, and Loki, having been ever-so elegant with his words ever since he was a young boy was the obvious choice. It also helped that their families, although not related, were completely like family to each other.
But this was too close- past the familial bonds that had been formed long before either of their births.
Loki pushed the teenager away, stunned, thin lips shining with saliva. Thor tried to kiss him again, eyes half-lidded, want written all over his face. Loki watched the powerful muscles in his arms ripple as he moved forward again, one hand behind Loki's opened legs, the other between them. Their lips met, but the man pushed the boy away.
"What are you doing?" Loki asked, green eyes flashing with a mixture of lust and confusion. "I want you- have wanted you." Thor whispered, moving in close again till their lips were mere inches apart. "For such a long time." He admitted, sealing the distance away, tongue snaking into the other's mouth.
Pale hands raised shakily, wanting to yet again force the boy away, but he gave up, giving in, resting them on strong shoulders, pulling him closer instead of further.
Their tongues tangled shyly, then excitedly, and Thor became possessive, pulling Loki into his lap, hugging him around his waist as he ran a hand through raven locks, crushing some in his fist as he tried to push their faces even closer.
The English homework was long forgotten on the edge of the bed as sighs of pleasure and moans of utter bliss were flung about the room. Clothes were discarded and skin became the new clothing, something strange and exotic, something wonderfully foreign to grab and lick at. Taste, touch, smell, and sight were completely welcomed, becoming the new form of speech.
Sensations unlike any other replaced the boring repetitive essay structures.
Backs arched, hands clenched, eyes opened, toes curled, sweat dripped. Mouths gaped as disbelieving groans left them, not at all familiar with the feeling of another being so intimately linked to them. Hair was grabbed, limbs were tangled, hips rolled up and against each other.
Green on blue.
Tan on pale.
Black on blonde.
Muscular on lean.
Words on actions.
Gold on silver.
The moon on the sun.
And it all started because of a "just a kiss" kiss.
A/N: Wrote this last night for no real reason. I was listening to Lana Del Ray's Summertime Sadness and this was born. Oh, and I just "discovered" her music. Like, I knew about her, but I'd never listened to her music. Pretty fond of the nostalgia that her music emits. It's good for writing ANGSTYOHMYGOD fanfics, but this isn't angsty.
So.
My first drabble on here! Yay!
Yeah, I made Loki older here. Hope no one is uncomfortable with the slight by-definition-pedophillia since Loki is like 20+ and Thor is like 17-ish. But whatever man, it's all good.
It's alllllll good.
Love ya,
yakisoba~
