Oh brother…

Chapter Summary: Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanova, Clint Barton, Thor and Loki Odinson are all hanging out on a Friday night when all of a sudden, Mr. Booze comes along and everyone hast to take a swig. Under pressure, Loki is forced to drink some of his own and that's where everything goes downhill.

The bottle of various mixed alcohols was passed around the group of six, rather half-witted, teenagers, all inebriated. Clint, more inane than the others and even more absurd under the influence, yells out, "Hey, hey, hey… We should play Spin the Bottle!" he laughs, slurring his words.

The others laugh, Natasha leaning on one of Clint's shoulder, "No, no! We have stuff in the bottle!" She gulps the alcohol quickly and releases the bottle from her lips, coughing, "Let's play truth or dare."

Steve, looking half asleep (I assume he is a sleepy drunk), the alcohol obviously getting to him, "I dare… I dare Bruce to wear that lampshade for a hat!"
Bruce laughs, taking the pink lampshade with the white fringe from Frigga's expensive-looking light, placing the girlish shade on his head. The sight caused everyone to laugh to the point of tears except for Steve who was so inebriated that he let out a soft chuckle, the closest thing he could do in his overly alcohol-sickened state. Someone really needed to call an ambulance for Mr. Rogers here.

Tony nudges Bruce's shoulder, "Looking good, hawt stuff," he laughs.

Bruce smirks and leans over to Tony so they're a mere six inches apart, "Yeah? Should I wear this more often?" He leans closer, so their noses are touching.

Tony whispers, "Bruce, it's your turn…"

Bruce whispers back, "Tony, truth or dare?"

Tony plays with Bruce's fingers, "D-Dare…"

Bruce smiles a little and whispers, putting his hands on Tony's waist, "K-Kiss me…"

Tony pulls Bruce close, clashing their lips to each other in a rough, needy first kiss. The others "whoop" at the sight, chucking. A few seconds later, the two break, gasping for air, both with blushing faces.

I lean back against the wall, closing my eyes, head tilted up and taking a deep breath. Dear lord, why must I be around these idiots? My legs curl up to my chest as I take deep, nearly heaving breaths. Why my brother forced me to come is far beyond my understanding. He knows I don't like alcohol and these blundering fools around us that he calls his 'friends.'

The game goes around the group and after Clint had to run around in his underwear, acting like an animal, I zoned out. It really wasn't worth listening to anymore.

I am almost half asleep when I hear my brother exclaim, "Loki! My brother, try this! It must be the nectar of the Gods!"

I roll my eyes, "Thor, the bitter-tasting repulsiveness that you call a beverage is really not worth trying." I scoff and roll my eyes. "Buffoons…" I say under my breath.

Tony looks at me and blinks, "Don't you talk like that!" he slurs. "You're just a… a stupid head, Loki!" I bet you're just too much of a pussy!" This was followed, of course, by a choir of "pussy" from the others in the room.

I, of course, with my pride as high as it is, take the bottle of vodka and chug a third of its contents and releasing the bottle with a loud 'pop.' The fiery substance trails down my esophagus and I can tell is dissolving my stomach lining. "F-Fuck…" I breathe out, mustering a tiny cough. "That was vile."

Clint nudges Natasha, busy drawing penises on a very unconscious Steve Rogers lying across the floor. "Wonder what kind of drunk Loki is," he laughs.

I scoff, not amused at these insolent—ugh! They got me to do exactly what they wanted. "Can I have a chaser?" I ask, wanting to get the perpetually massacring taste out of my mouth. Thor passes me the Mountain Dew and I drink from the nozzle greedily.

In what seemed like seconds, though must have been at least fifteen minutes, I'm drunk, that, I'm well aware. My vision is blurred, judgment impaired… Yeah, I'm drunk. And then before I know it, my shirt is off, displaying the small amount of muscle tissue I have on my lean body. Everyone starts whooping as the music turns on and I start dancing in the middle of the circle, my hips seem to be moving on their own. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Natasha handing Clint a couple of bills. I hear Thor yelling behind me, but I'm too into the music. I mean, really. Fuck him! Actually… Not one of my worst ideas.

I come down to Thor's level and straddle his lap, smirking. Everyone's eyes widen to the side of bowling balls. Panting a little from the dancing, I breathe, "h-hey…" and nearly purr into his ear and nibble on the lobe. I feel his pants tighten a little in a semi and my smirk widens. I kiss down his neck, nipping and licking the sensitive skin presented before me.

Clint laughs, "God, damn!" Loki, dafaq are you doing?"

Tony speaks up, "This shit is better than the porn I have Jarvis bring up!"

I can feel Thor's face heat up in a blush, "B-Brother…" he says as I start to rub his nether region, teasing the delicate bundle of nerves, which I am well aware is quite large. "Wh-What are you—"he moans, obviously trying to hold it back between clenched teeth. "Wh-What are you doing, Loki?"

I pull away from the soft skin, "Mmm… I'm pleasing you, Thor. I always thought you were attractive." I smirk and rip open the buttons on his shirt, revealing the well-defined muscles hidden underneath it. "Dear god…" I lick my lips hungrily, taking in the sight.

I clash our lips together and kiss him, throwing my arms around his strong shoulders and pulling him close, rubbing our crotches together, grinding on him. I moan into his mouth and lick his lips, which he finally grants me permission with. Thank god he's drunk too.

Our tongues wrestle in a fight that I end up losing, not that I really mind. God, Thor's a good kisser. He pulls off my shirt quickly and he shows me a quick glance of uncertainty, then a really, really hot smirk… He jams a hand down my trousers and grabs my organ and I moan loudly, "Th-Thor, fuck!" I close my eyes tightly and wrap my legs around his waist.

He pulls his hand out of my pants with a whine of protest I find coming from my mouth. He purrs in my ear, "Let's take this to my room." And I nod quickly, holding myself tighter on him. He grabs my ass and takes us to his bedroom where he lays me on the bed and unbuttons and unzips his pants quickly, and I do the same. Within seconds, we find each other in nothing but our birthday suits.

I look at his member and blush, "D-Do you have lube?"

He shakes his head, so I shrug and take as much of his member as I can in my mouth, sucking on it hard, bobbing my head, lubricating it with my own saliva. His hands find themselves entwined in my hair as he lets out soft moans of pleasure. I pull away from it as bits of precum dribble out of the small slit.

He puts a few fingers in front of my mouth, motioning me to suck them. I do so greedily, coating the three fingers with as much as I can. He pulls them out of my mouth and slips one of the fingers into my entrance.

I adjust easily to the one and then two… But during the third, a small whine escapes my lips, a mixture of pain and pleasure rocking my body. He moves the few fingers around, scissoring them, until he finds that magical spot, making my eyes widen and I hear myself scream in pleasure, arching my back.

He smirks and removes his fingers and before I have time to protest, jams that throbbing cock into me, within a couple thrusts, he finds the spot again, aiming for it each time, and by god, hitting it every fucking time. I scream and moan his name, crying from the pain and pleasure writhing through my body. Oh, god… Soon enough we cum in sync, my seed getting all over both of our chests, both of us panting, sweating messes, that collapse from exhaustion within minutes of touching the pillows.

Don't mind this if it's a bad smex scene owo I'm sorry, it's the first one I ever wrote, so yeah… Mind my immaturity xD