My friend wanted this.


Steve had never kissed a man before. He'd wanted to, but that was back in 1940, and he'd managed to squash that desire before he got himself in trouble.

He'd certainly never kissed a naked man before.

And he'd never kissed anyone when he was naked.

He'd told Tony spiking the mead was a bad idea. But no, Thor had to celebrate his brother finally being a free man with a party, and Tony had decided that mead just wasn't exciting enough, so the whole gang had ended up either completely trashed or sick.

Steve was one of the trashed ones. He couldn't see quite straight, and he was sitting on the floor because he wasn't able to stand without falling over, but he was entirely conscious of the fact that Loki was sitting next to him, that their lips were pressed together, and that Loki was the most attractive man he'd ever seen.

He didn't know where his clothes had gone, though. Or Loki's. He wouldn't have put is past Loki to make them disappear.

Normally, this might have thrown him off a bit. But today - tonight - he didn't care. Tonight he was drunk and kissing Loki and he didn't even care that this would have serious repercussions tomorrow.

Tonight he pressed himself against Loki and let his tongue slide into the other man's mouth as Loki ran his hands up and down Steve's back and chest, and then Loki's hands slid down past Steve's chest, and he stopped thinking.

He very much liked kissing other men. He'd have to do it again when he was sober.

Clothes optional.