There's a spark in the night that seems to light a fire in everyone's soul.
It's the start of summer, and teenagers everywhere are more than ready. Nothing can stop them now. All they want to do is find a party with the right mix of music and alcohol and drugs to create the ultimate high. Every boy's on the hunt for the perfect lay and every girl's out for that first kiss that'll make her appropriate gossip for the ladies room when school starts back up again in the fall.
Except for the seldom few. The outcasts. The leather-jacket wearing cigarette smokers. The losers who everyone quietly envies. The party crashers. The outwardly strong and the mentally weak. The dirty crooks who are feared as much as their admired. They're the bastards to let you know exactly how full of shit they are. Every girl wants them, and every boy wants to be brave enough to indulge their rebellious side and take a card out of their book.
In strolls the group's commanding officer – the takes-no-shit man, the tough bastard, the one. Loki Laufeyson's his name and he's six feet two inches of pure sass and there's not a soul on the planet that he can't take. To his right is Thor, his brother by law but not by blood, and he's already looking around for the lucky girl he's going to make his tonight. That's the thing with these guys; they always get what they want. Next to Thor is none other than the brains of the outfit. The ultimate scum that always gets the girl, Banner is always on fire for one band or another. He always tries to see what beauts he can lift from the loser host's bedroom and tonight will be no exception.
And then there's Tony. Shy little Tony. Pretty little tanned-skin, hazel-eyes, no confidence to his name, Tony. He doesn't know what he wants – never has, probably never will. Lucky for him, he doesn't get much of a choice in what's going to happen to him tonight. You won't hear a peep out of him though. That's exactly how he likes it.
They party's already in full swing by the time they arrive. Some song is blaring loud but there's not a single lyric is being absorbed. A song like this is all about the beat and the rhythm and whether it makes you want to fuck or dance or fight and with a bit of luck it'll make you want to do all three. Loki takes his place by the counter, eyeing everyone in the room. The world and his wife have turned up and he can tell that not even half of them even know the host. He doesn't care – it's just another venue. Just another place to stay. His folks – Thor's folks – kicked him out when he was barely sixteen after a big argument with Daddy about naughty little Loki kissing other boys. He's been drifting ever since. The only thing he lives for now are parties like this one and occasional school appearances and the alcohol his friends so graciously donate to him. The rest is a blur of random bedrooms and alleyways and the lumpy old couch he calls a bed. His eyes sweep the crowd, looking for what he wants. There's only one prize tonight and he'll be damned if he's not going to win it. Tony. Pretty boy. That guy.
"Hey, Ton," he calls out strongly, his relaxed one-elbow-out pose a mere detail. The real stories behind those eyes – behind those striking icy blue eyes – but nobody ever sees them, they're constantly hidden behind those damn Wayfarers he lifted room some kids house last winter.
"Yeah, Lo?" Tony's reluctant to let his eyes land on those dark glasses. He's a wreck every time Loki's in his space – the two of them have too much history for even the best of apologies to fix. They've fought each other until death was named the prize and they've shared too many cigs to even try to count. But those kisses. Those god damned motherfucking kisses, the heavy lip-smacking, too-much-tongue make out sessions and those fleeting butterfly pecks. The pretend 'I love you's. Those are what keeps Tony around and quiet. Those are what keeps him alive.
"C'mere." He beckons the smaller boy over with a nodded of his head. The bump and crash of every other person in the room means nothing to Loki as his only possession takes his place at his hip. That's where Tony should always be. "What's the matter?" his voice is detached, he's asking purely as a formality. The cig he pulls from behind his ear is crumpled and bent but he'll be fucked if he's not getting his fix. He looks to Tony for the rest, and without missing a beat the smaller boy's lighter is out, giving purpose to Loki's cancer stick. Tony inhales deeply. It's his favourite smell, and fuck the word 'hazard.'
"Nothing 'm fine," the younger boy says.
"Good. You up for something tonight?" Loki asks, as if Tony has a choice. Loki's never forced him, no. But then again, he's never had to. Willing, eager little Tony's always up for the job, always up for being Loki's plaything on those nights when it's too cold and nothing's worth the fight and all there's to do with the night is fuck until you can't feel anything any more or until you pass out or both. Tony's good for that. He likes being roughed up a bit. That's the best part of being a chew toy. You get touched. You get noticed.
"Sure. Just say when," the smaller boy shrugs, like it's no big deal. His small hands are digging in those oh-so-tight pockets and he comes out with a strawberry chap stick. His hand comes up to his lips absent-mindedly. It's supposed to be seductive but at this point Loki just wants to get it all over with. Sure he watches for a minute but it isn't long before he's grabbing Tony's hand and the lip balm has been put away.
They make their way upstairs and everyone is smart enough to pretend like they don't know what the pair get up to. Bodacious little cheerleaders and their hunky footballers step smartly out of the way like nothing is going on at all.
"Where to?" Loki asks, holding Tony's twitchy little hand still. Tony glances up and down the landing.
"Bathroom's boring," he decides. "How about here?" he jabs his thumb towards the direction of a bedroom and Loki simply nods, allowing the littler boy to lead the way.
When they're in there, Loki lays on the bed and watches Tony expectantly. After a minute, he sighs.
"Well?" he says, irritated that Tony hasn't caught on yet.
"Hm? Oh! Yeah, yeah." The younger boy grins from ear to ear like a cat that got the cream and wrestles himself out of that tight little biker jacket and wrenches his feet out of the converse sneakers. The jeans take a little more work but eventually he's down to just his boxer shorts and crumpled t-shirt. Loki grins and flashes him an encouraging wink as Tony steps out of his remaining garments. When he's down to his bare skin, he climbs onto the bed and soon has Loki naked too.
Loki wastes no time in grabbing Tony by his hips and pulling him close for a rough kiss. Tony's more than up for whatever it is Loki wants to do, so long as he calls Tony his for that short time and makes him feel that kind of special that Daddy never could.
"Y-You gonna show me a good time?" Tony whispers, and fuck, that tween drawl should put Loki off but if anything its more endearing, makes him want to crush his lips against Tony's – so that's what he does. And with a response like that, Tony doesn't need an answer. Loki fumbles, somehow removing his glasses without breaking the kiss and tossing his forgotten cigarette stub into an ashtray on the side.
The only light comes from a dim crystal lamp but that's all they need to see; Loki knows Tony's body like the back of his own hand. The kid's his muse and canvas. Tony's special, beautiful, and he doesn't even know it.
"C'mon, Ton," Loki whines. "You're so motherfucking pretty tonight. You gonna let me have you?"
His arms are wrapped maybe a bit too tightly around the younger's frame, but neither of them care. Tony nods his head once and that's all the damn consent that Loki needs. So fuck if the kid is only seventeen. Give it a few months, he'll be as legal as they come. Loki bears that in mind as he trails kisses lower than Tony's face, kissing down his neck, nipping with his teeth just to hear the kid moan for him. Tony's shivering as if it's sub-zero inside but his skin heats up more and more with every touch Loki delivers. All this foreplay BS is purely to keep the smaller boy happy; Loki could go without every single time and be no less satisfied for it. But he knows how much Tony loves it and he's got to keep his play toy sweet.
"Mmng. C'mon Lo," Tony begs, and Loki's only too happy to oblige, pulling Tony's thighs gently from each side to separate his legs, kissing down to that trail of hair that starts at his bellybutton and eventually combines with the dark thatch around his manhood. He never breaks eye contact, not for a second, and so he isn't surprised when Tony's erection bumps his chin. He giggles there.
"I love how hot you get for me," he comments, coming up to meet Tony's lips again. His hand goes over the edge of the mattress and he feels in his jacket pocket for the tiny bottle of lube that he knows is there. He places it teasingly on the bedside table, right in Tony's eyeline if he bothers to turn his head. But he doesn't – he keeps staring up at Loki with those pretty little eyes, the pupils so damn dilated that they're almost black.
"Fuck. You've been practising?" Loki asks, and Tony immediately knows what he means, what with the way he's squirming and panting for Loki's pleasure.
"Trust me, Lo. You're the only practise I need," he smirks, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. Loki's too far gone too notice though, and Tony's not entirely sure that he'd care even if he did.
"Is that so?" Loki guides Tony's hand down to his erection – he's hard as a rock and not about to go back now, not until he gets what he wants. Tony gasps at the contact, shutting his eyes and nodding, but that's not enough for Loki. He rocks his hips so they brush together and Tony moans.
"Yes!" it comes out as something between a groan and a scream and that's what pushes Loki over the edge. His playful smirk is wiped away in favour of a positively evil one.
"Right. Well, let's get down to it then," he says, and he slicks up two fingers.
Seconds later, he's knuckles-deep inside Tony, waiting. Waiting for the right types of moans and whimpers; the ones from pleasure, not pain. That's when he knows. When he knows Tony's ready for him. He doesn't want to hurt the kid, he never wants to hurt him – not in a bad way, at any rate. The good moans come all too slowly, but Loki wastes no time when they do. He presses his tip to Tony's entrance and bites his lip.
"Ready, babe?" he whispers, and Tony only nods. He pushes in slowly, until he's stuffed to the hilt. Tony grapples at him, using the long black hair to pull the older boy down for a kiss. Slowly, Loki's hips start to rock, pumping in and out as he tries to ignore Tony's sobs. They're just a part of the deal, they'll go away soon enough. Till then, he'll swallow as many as he can into the kiss and try his damn best to make the kid feel good.
He knows he's achieved something when Tony breaks the kiss with a gasp, gripping the sheets with sweaty palms, his toes curling.
"Fuck, Lo! That spot! Again! Fucking faster!" he pants, like he knows Loki wants him too, and the older boy is only too happy to oblige. He picks up the pace and gets that bit rougher like he knows his boy likes. He loves hearing that he's giving Tony what he wants. He knows it's all pretend, knows that they'd both get off either way, but it's nice for Tony to give permission for Loki to treat him like a punching bag; sure, he's still getting hurt, but at least now he wants it. And Tony? He just loves to be touched. He considers this kind of contact a favour. So fuck if he's being taken advantage of. Loki's perfect for him in the most imperfect of ways; both are too fucked up to fool around with anyone else and so they have each other and secretly, that's all they want.
Eventually, it all becomes too much for Tony and he spills all over both of their chests and stomachs. His scream can probably be heard downstairs, but neither one fucking cares. Loki follows soon after, releasing inside Tony's spent body much more quietly, digging his nails into the kid's shoulders so hard it's a wonder he doesn't take all the skin off.
"Fucking hell, you're great," Loki leans in to kiss Tony's cheek shyly as he pulls out of the body. "Such great taste, I've got. I've picked a good one."
The mood is lost, but that's okay. They've both gotten what they wanted and now they're going to carry on with their lives as if none of this happened, as if none of it had to happen. They've never been much into cuddling and all that sentimental shit, and so Loki simply sits up and starts to get dressed, and is shocked when Tony doesn't do the same.
"Hey, chin up," he says, tucking his fingers under Tony's chin in a pseudo-affectionate way. "Something wrong?"
"No. Nothing's wrong," Tony replies, his eyes desperate to cling to that pale-blue gaze. But he knows he has too look away, else those eyes will be in his mind all night, even follow him into his dreams.
"Good. So smile, okay? Smile, you're too pretty not to," Loki comments and for the first time that night, Tony's lips are pulled upwards into an actual smile. Loki thinking he's pretty is enough to make him smile for the rest of the night, and Loki's smiling right along with him. What he needs right now is a cigarette and some fresh air. Tony knows the drill, and gets dressed as quickly and quietly as he can. Hey, maybe if he isn't so clingy, Loki will share his cig with him, just like old times.
Loki heads to the door, holds it open to let his toy go first. Everyone they pass politely ignores them, pretending it wasn't over an hour ago that they last went up the stairs, pretending they don't know what happened, pretending the pair don't both have major sex-hair right now. They step out onto the decking and the fresh air is the rush they both need.
"Tony!" Banner's voice comes, and the tall boy is in front of the pair in seconds. "There you are! I've been looking for you for ages, Thor and I want to blow this joint he knows about this- hey, what're you smiling like a pair of loons for, huh?"
"Oh, no reason," Tony replies, with a sly glance at Loki, because how can the real explanation make sense to anyone when it doesn't even make sense to them?
A/N: I don't know what that was so please don't ask. I've never really seen this sort of thing done with Tony's character before. Most FrostIrons have Tony being the sassy top and Loki as the shy bottom so I thought why not do a bit of reversal? It's purely experimental so don't kill me if you hate it . This is supposed to be a one-shot but I may write more depending how much you guys like this and how many reviews it gets. So please, if you want more, don't forget to review!