A/N: hey everyone! So today I bring you guys the second installment of this little collection of oneshots, this time one of the Frostiron variety lol :p In my last chapter of Till Death Do Us Part I hinted very lightly at a certain kind of history between Lukas (Loki) and Tony, and I've actually had half of this thing written for about a month now. But I finally got it finished up last night and now here it is, for those of you who might like this sort of thing. LOL. It's set back about six or seven years pre-TDDUP, and before Lukas met Aemilia. Now as a warning, this is - obviously - slash, and it's a little more, uh... major? than my usual slashy fare. In fact, I'm pretty sure I used to say all the time that I wouldn't write certain things ever and yet here I am. LOL. OH WELL. Anyway, I hope you guys like it, and midnigtwings96 and myself thank you guys for the reviews so far and for the interest showed in this lovely little side fic :D there's plenty more to come - and not all of the future installments will be ones of the sexytime variety, just to put that out there lol - and I hope you'll all stick around for it! I love you all and I'll see you sooooon! :D
Keep up With Me, Old Man
From where Tony was standing, he could definitely see the pros and cons of selling his soul to the Russian mob a few years ago and ending up being their top tech developer. Con number one: it had been one of the primary contributing factors to his divorce, which had been finalized just a few months before. Pro number one: he got to go to the Captain's giant mansion whenever he felt like it and raid the extensive and expensive liquor supply.
Was it an even trade? No, but he had to count his blessings these days. And at the current moment - which was 2:47 AM - his blessings were free scotch and whiskey. And maybe whatever desserts were leftover from dinner, just because. Nobody would miss them, right?
The manor was mostly empty when he got there, just as expected. This late, the people who lived there were either asleep in their rooms or out on the streets doing whatever it was mobsters did. He tried not to pay too much attention to that, especially since it wasn't really his business anyway. His job at Pierce Consolidated was as legit as could be, being the head of Research and Development and Applied Sciences, so if there was a lot of whacking that went on - and not the fun kind - he never saw it. Not usually, anyway.
What he did see were dollar signs and a lot of empty liquor bottles, and it was better than nothing. He'd figure everything else out eventually - maybe. Hopefully. He really didn't know. And that was one of the things that he was determined to forget before the night was over.
Walking through the mostly darkened manor, he made a beeline for the bar and barely needed to watch where he was going to get there. This was usually where he went when he came here, especially over the last year or so, and the short path was like his old buddy at that point.
He was almost there when he noticed the soft light up ahead. He kept walking and, as he came closer to his destination, he started to suspect that maybe he wouldn't be quite as alone as he first assumed he'd be. His suspicion was confirmed when he turned the corner and the bar came into view, along with its lone occupant.
Sitting there with a bottle of top-shelf aged whiskey in front of him was Lukas Orlov, one of the organization's rising stars and possibly the most unrepentant smartass that Tony had ever encountered. They'd gotten along well enough in the past, so Tony didn't think twice about strolling on in and heading behind the bar to grab his own bottle of poison. "Rough night?"
Lukas looked up and eyed him curiously, clearly having not expected anyone to join him on this particular night. "No rougher than usual. What's your excuse?"
Scanning the various bottles of scotch on the shelves, Tony shrugged. "Haven't had time to replenish my liquor cabinet in awhile. Figured I'd come over here and see how much damage I can do."
"At nearly three in the morning?" Lukas questioned.
Tony shrugged again, chosen bottle now in hand as he grabbed a glass and headed towards the seat next to Lukas'. "Night owl, what can I say."
He sat down and got to work opening the bottle and pouring himself a highly generous amount as Lukas hummed in reply. "Shouldn't a newly single fellow such as yourself be out mingling on a Friday night instead of drinking alone in someone else's house?"
"Not in the mood to mingle," Tony replied, bringing the glass to his lips. "And besides, I'm not drinking alone. I have your wonderful company."
Lukas chuckled and looked away, taking another drink as Tony drained a quarter of his in one gulp. "Yes, lucky you."
"Mhm. So why aren't you out and mingling?" Tony questioned. "I mean, I've got a solid excuse, but you? The only thing that could possibly make this scene look more depressing is if All By Myself started playing in the background."
Lukas grinned at that, giving a small shrug and refilling his glass. "It's not like that. I happen to enjoy relaxing alone with a stiff drink every so often."
"Well, sorry to ruin your relaxing evening... or morning or whatever... alone," Tony replied. "I'm good at doing that. Ruining things."
Lukas rolled his eyes and barely suppressed a groan. "Are you going to start wailing to me about how your divorce was the worst thing to ever happen to you and how you're now a shell of the man you once were?"
"... Well I was, but now that you've ruined my speech there's no point," Tony joked, making Lukas roll his eyes. "No, see, that's why I'm here. She came by earlier to pick up the last of her stuff from my place. Can't say it's the final nail in the coffin. More like finally putting the coffin in the ground, I guess. Sucks either way."
"She is a lovely lady," Lukas said. "Though I have to say, I'm not surprised."
Tony paused and narrowed his eyes. "Really? How so?"
Lukas licked his lips and shifted so that he was facing Tony. "Well... based on what I saw of the two of you, you clearly loved each other. But something never seemed quite right. Like perhaps you weren't the ideal match for one another. Relationships are difficult enough even for kindred spirits, but when you're not..."
Tony blinked a few times and held up a hand. "Hold on, hold on. Aren't you the same guy who likes to brag about how you've never been in an exclusive relationship in your life?"
"Yes. Why else do you think I've never been in one?" Lukas grinned. "They're difficult. And I've yet to find anyone willing to put up with me for longer than a week at a time, and frankly I can usually barely only tolerate someone for more than two days."
"See, that was me before her," Tony said, thinking back on those older, wilder days before he'd fallen for his executive assistant. "I bet I wracked up more mileage than you when I was your age. How old are you, anyway? 22?"
Lukas swallowed down his latest sip and slowly turned an annoyed glare on the other man. "I'm 26, genius."
Tony rolled his eyes. "Woo, I was a whole four years off. Sue me. Anyway, by your age I'm pretty sure I slept my way through most of Manhattan and at least half of Malibu. Possibly a quarter of Paris, too."
Lukas rolled his eyes. "It's not the quantity that counts but rather the quality."
"That's what guys say who're still in the single digits," Tony noted. "Go ahead, spill. What's your number?"
"Well, that depends. Are we talking men or women?"
Tony paused, an unmistakable flicker of surprise passing through his eyes. "Really?"
Lukas tossed him a saucy grin. "You're surprised?"
"Little bit. You must have given your old man a heart attack the first time that came up in conversation. Heard the guy was quite the conservative."
And that was exactly what Tony shouldn't have said. Lukas' expression went from easygoing and amused to blank and withdrawn in less time than it took to blink. He then picked his drink back up and looked away, muttering, "I never particularly cared what that miserable old oaf thought."
Tony raised an eyebrow and said, "Okay, so the old man is a no-go as far as conversation, good to know. My apologies."
Lukas shrugged, still not looking at him. "It's a common mistake."
"Noted. So anyway, let's go with women first. I'll take a wild guess. Let's see... 28."
Lukas then turned back to Tony, some of that darkness gone from his features and amusement creeping back in. "This year or overall?"
Tony rolled his eyes. "Oh please."
Lukas chuckled and then did some math in his head. "... I believe the current tally is 127."
Tony's jaw hit the floor. "127?! At 26?"
"It's really not that outrageous," Lukas chuckled. "It averages out to about one woman a month for the last ten years, since I lost my virginity. That's hardly scandalous."
"... Good God, man," Tony groaned. "And you find time in there for dudes, too?"
He chuckled. "Well, I'm nothing if not a believer in equal opportunity."
"Go on, give me the number."
Lukas paused again, then replied, "18."
"Wow. See, that's a more reasonable number. Your preference must mostly swing to the ladies' side."
"Actually," Lukas replied, "I've just had longer arrangements with men. I'm also extremely picky when it comes to what men I'll take to bed. But as far as preferences in that sense, I really have none."
"So altogether that makes... 145 people," Tony pointed out. "Not bad. How many rounds of antibiotics have you been on?"
Lukas laughed. "None. I might be promiscuous, but I'm also responsible. No accidental pregnancies, either."
"Wow," Tony said, refilling his own glass. "You get a gold star. A-pluses all around."
Lukas suddenly almost giggled at that, as if Tony had just accidentally stumbled into an inside joke and wasn't aware of it. "Oh, you have no idea."
"... I don't get it."
"You wouldn't," Lukas said, the laughter ebbing. "I was just suddenly reminded of my English professor at Yale. He was young and handsome and absolutely brilliant. Definitely one of my favorites."
"... Professors or lovers?"
"Both," Lukas grinned. "The girls in the class would clamor for his attention day in and day out. Little did they know I was bending him over his own desk on a weekly basis."
It wasn't easy to render Tony Stark speechless, but this little shit was certainly doing a good job of it. "Well. Neat. Hope you sanitized the desk thoroughly after every use."
Lukas shot him an amused look and then asked, "What about you?"
"Never fucked any English professors, unfortunately."
"No, idiot," Lukas said almost playfully, "your own personal tally."
"... Oh. Well, I didn't exactly keep count, honestly," Tony sighed, leaning back and tapping a finger on the bar as he thought back to his pre-Pepper days. "I started a little earlier than you. 14."
"Oh, what a rebel," Lukas rolled his eyes.
"Hush. Let's see... I don't know. The last time I had a solid count I was 24, and that was... I think... 80? And then I had another six years before settling down, and I kept up with roughly the same rate, though I went through a phase where I had a lot of threesomes - don't ask - so... rough estimate, 180."
"Impressive," Lukas drawled.
Then Tony hesitated for a moment, mainly for the sake of being dramatic, and then he causally added, "And then 13."
"13 what?"
"I thought we were dividing the count by gender."
Now it was Lukas' turn to be surprised. "Oh." Then he grinned with delight. "You know, I always suspected as much."
"Oh, come on. No you didn't," Tony scoffed.
"Yes I did. I have a gift for these things. Just ask all the men who claimed they were completely straight until I convinced them otherwise."
"Sure, whatever you say," Tony said, still not believing him.
Lukas didn't try to convince him. "So, why such a lopsided number? Are you as picky as I am?"
"Well, actually, aside from two of those that happened in college, I really started... experimenting more a little later in life. Then Pepper happened," he explained. "So that's probably why."
"Ah," Lukas nodded. "That makes sense. Well," he said, quickly knocking back the rest of his drink, "I suppose that the bright side of your divorce is that now you'll have a chance to do a bit more exploring. And I would suggest you not waste your time, either. How old are you? 45? 50?"
Tony slammed down his glass on the bar and all but spat, "Excuse me, kid, I'm 39. 50?! Are you kidding me?"
Lukas burst out laughing, maybe getting a little drunker than he quite realized, and he waved a hand and said, "You have a handful of grays in your hair. I thought -"
Automatically running a hair through his short dark locks, Tony's eyes grew even wider and more outraged. "I do not!"
"You do," Lukas continued to laugh. "But it's okay. It's distinguished. And besides, I've always had a thing for older men."
Tony froze in surprise for the shortest of seconds before narrowing his eyes. "No, you can't call me old and cover it up by hitting on me. Not buying it, pal."
"But I meant it," Lukas argued, finally getting his laughter under control.
"Uh huh," Tony scoffed, pouring his... third or... something-th drink. He was finally starting to feel pleasantly fuzzy, backhanded compliments from his drinking buddy notwithstanding. "You know, my dad used to have an inexplicable hatred of Yale men. Starting to see why."
"Oh, are you?" Lukas raised an eyebrow. "I'm hurt, truly."
"Sure you are. I believe that as much as I believe I've got a single gray hair on my head."
Then, because Lukas really was as annoying as he seemed to be, he leaned forward and carefully reached out before Tony could notice. One slight sting later, he was holding up a single plucked gray hair in front of Tony's disbelieving eyes.
"Your proof, darling."
Tony stared long and hard at the offensive little hair before turning back to Lukas and saying, "You know, you might just be the most obnoxious little shit I've ever met."
Lukas simply shrugged and let the hair fall to the floor between them. "Well, they don't call me the god of mischief for nothing."
"Right, Loki," Tony said after downing half a glass more of the increasingly easier to drink scotch. "How'd you even get that nickname? Do I want to know? Is it some weird... Norse... kink? You bring someone home and say 'hang on, lemme go put on my Viking helmet first, and call me Loki while we're boning'?"
After laughing at the sheer absurdity of such an idea, not to mention the term "boning", Lukas replied, "No, you ridiculous deviant, it's actually rather innocent. My brother and I grew up with the Norse tales, and we used to play and pretend that we were Thor and Loki. The names simply stuck and have proven to be uncannily accurate more than once."
Tony hummed in reply, then refilled Lukas' drink for him. At the other man's puzzled expression, Tony explained, "If you're able to say 'uncannily accurate' without slurring or tripping over your words, you're not nearly drunk enough yet."
Lukas couldn't argue with that. He accepted the drink, and the unlikely pair fell effortlessly back into their conversation. Time passed by in a flash as they drank more and discussed everything from current events to fashion (Lukas was not impressed by Tony's faded Black Sabbath t-shirt under his jacket, and Tony distinctly did not care) to more college shenanigans. There was almost an endless amount of those to keep them talking and laughing, and by the time Tony had to pause the conversation to get up and find a bathroom, it was 5 in the morning.
"Okay, so, I made a mistake when I came here," he announced upon his reappearance, stumbling back to the bar. "I drove my car like a moron. Shouldn't have done that."
"Well, in case you hadn't noticed," Lukas said, finally slurring his words a little now, "you're in a bloody mansion with about five million empty rooms, so I think you'll be perfectly fine."
"But my cat's gonna miss me," Tony muttered, and Lukas nearly fell off his stool.
"... You have a cat? And it's going to miss you?"
"It's this stupid little stray that followed me home one day. Literally, he's an idiot. I even named him Dum-E. Not, not Dummy, but D-U-M-E. Tries to kill himself on a daily basis, breaks everything. Worthless. And when I'm gone for an extended period, he panics and it's not pretty."
"... Why on earth would you keep such a creature?" Lukas asked, dumbfounded.
Tony paused before shrugging. "Somebody's gotta take care of the little dummy, right?"
"You are a ridiculous sap," Lukas said, pointing at him for emphasis. "I like it. I like you."
Oh, he was definitely drunk now. "Everybody likes me," Tony replied. "Get in line, buddy."
Lukas glanced behind them. "Where is this line? I see no line. Is this an imaginary line, or are all they all going to come stampeding in here at any moment?"
For some reason, Tony found that hilarious. He giggled over it like a little girl, and that in turn made Lukas start laughing mostly just to mock him, and Tony decided to take back what he'd said before - this had definitely not been a mistake. He'd needed this, needed to drink and laugh and let go for a little while, and he had Lukas and his obnoxious self to thank for most of that.
"All right," Lukas said, carefully getting to his feet, and Tony began to do the same. "Let's find you a room to pass out in, shall we?"
"Sure, and just so you know, I can only sleep on 1000 thread Uzbekistani sheets, so make sure they..." he trailed off because he was now standing on wobbly feet directly in front of Lukas, and holy shit he'd forgotten how tall the man was. And that was definitely all that he was gawking at, just the height. He definitely wasn't admiring his pale, flushed skin or soft-looking jet-black hair, or the black silk shirt he was wearing with the top two buttons undone, or the -
"Make sure they what?"
"What?"
Lukas grinned and laughed. "You're drunk."
"Yeah, yeah, why don't you shut up and help get an old man to bed?" Tony said, and to his surprise, Lukas actually threw an arm around him and started leading him out of the bar.
"Of course. We wouldn't want you to fall and break a hip, would we?" Lukas cracked.
"You're pushing it, kid. Pushing it," Tony said as they stumbled along towards the elevator that would take them upstairs, elongating the syllables much more than was necessary.
"What am I pushing exactly?"
Tony snickered and briefly closed his eyes, watching the backs of his eyelids spin and swirl before him. "I don't know, what are you pushing?" Then they managed to board the elevator, and Tony began singing Push It by Salt 'n Pepa very, very badly. Lukas cringed and cracked up laughing, and when Tony tried to bust a move only to smack face first against the elevator doors, they both started laughing hard enough to cry.
After they got to the correct floor, Lukas again grabbed Tony and helped him out. Tony was still humming to himself as they walked down the halls, and he had no sense of where they were or where they were going. He simply followed Lukas' lead, and when they finally came to a stop and Lukas opened a door for him to walk through, Tony strolled through it and quickly realized something very important as his eyes scanned over the vast amounts of green and gold accents in the room.
"... This isn't a guest room, is it?"
"How on earth did you guess?"
"Your unnatural love of the color green?" Tony quipped, only to lose his breath and gasp out loud when he was suddenly pushed against the the now-closed door.
"Pardon me if I'm mistaken," Lukas said, his voice having dropped to a velvet purr as he obliterated the very idea of personal space and leaned on the door with his hand flat upon it beside Tony's head, "but I'm very good at reading people. And I think this is exactly what you want."
"How'd you get that impression?" Tony asked, still a bit dumbfounded by the sheer height of the man in front of him, not to mention his intoxicating scent that he was just now noticing and God he was so close now...
"Well, there were the more subtle signs, like the way your eyes dilated when I stood up and you looked me up and down rather slowly," Lukas replied. "Then there was more obvious ones, like the fact that I caught you staring down at my lap at least three times."
"... You sit with your legs really far apart," Tony shrugged mildly. "Who wouldn't look?"
"Men who don't want me to take them to bed and fuck them senseless," Lukas replied impressively evenly. "Tell me I'm wrong."
He couldn't. He couldn't because Lukas was right, and now that Tony was here and Lukas was so close and offering something that Tony hadn't realized he needed badly until possibly that very moment. "... You're definitely not wrong."
"Good," Lukas grinned, taking that as all the invitation he needed. He slid in even closer, running a hand slowly up Tony's chest as he narrowed his eyes and said playfully, "Now the question is... can you keep up with me?"
That made Tony grin a bit devilishly as he reached out and slid his hands into his hair. "Oh, you have no idea, kid."
Then he pulled Lukas down and their lips met in a drunken, surprisingly needy collision. He felt Lukas chuckle a little against his lips before moving with him, kissing him back and reminding him of just how long it had been since he'd felt - or done - anything remotely like this. He went from mildly stunned to on fire in seconds, and he nearly whimpered when Lukas broke the kiss and grabbed him by his collar, walking them backwards towards his bed.
"Tell me," Lukas said lowly, looking down at Tony's lips and then back up to his face, "when was the last time you touched a man?"
"... S'been awhile," Tony admitted. "Still pretty sure I know how all the parts work, though."
"Oh, I'm sure you do," Lukas grinned, the backs of his legs hitting the edge of the bed. He sat down and then maintained eye contact as he reached for Tony's jeans, undoing them while Tony worked on somewhat clumsily getting his own shirt off. "Have you had anyone since the divorce?"
Tony's hands stilled briefly at the question, but soon he caught himself and tossed his shirt off as he replied, "Nope."
Lukas, looking up at his now-ruffled hair and toned, scar-free chest - so unlike his own, he thought slightly bitterly - tugged his jeans down and replied, "It's all right. I'm more than happy to show you what you've been missing."
"Yeah?" Tony said, stepping out of the jeans and now nearly naked and much more undressed than Lukas himself. "Starting to think you're all talk there, big guy."
Lukas paused and raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
He then rose to his full height over Tony, turning them around and laying a hot open-mouthed kiss on Tony's lips. He made it a kiss to remember, utterly dominating the other man's mouth until he broke away and then laid his palm flat against his chest and murmured, "Lie back. Touch yourself while you wait for me to return."
He then pushed Tony down on the bed, and he fell back against the mattress with a quiet oomph. He rather liked the rough treatment, grinning to himself and suppressing a slight drunken giggle as he squirmed further up the bed until his head hit the pillow. Then Lukas must have hit the lights, because the room suddenly grew a lot darker.
"... You're not about to play Let's Get it On, are you?"
Lukas scoffed from across the room. "Shut it, Stark."
Tony grinned and, for once in his life, actually did shut up. He also slipped off his last remaining article of clothing and did as Lukas instructed him, closing his eyes and feeling the almost depressingly familiar touch of his own hand. It had been his most faithful companion since even before the divorce, during that last especially difficult year. He'd never strayed, not once, and that meant self-treating his frustration as often as he comfortably could for a very long time.
His eyes hadn't fully adjusted to the dark yet, so he couldn't peer up and see if perhaps Lukas was watching him. But just the mere possibility made a pleasant jolt shoot through his body, so he ran with it. He imagined Lukas standing nearby, casually peeling off his own clothes and watching Tony's hand move lazily up and down, touching himself how he liked it best, body tensing the faster he moved...
Then his fantasy was interrupted by something far better than mere imagination. Lukas eased down on the bed and covered Tony's hand with his own, stroking with him as he moved on top of Tony. "As much as I enjoy watching," Lukas murmured as Tony moved his hand away and opted to place his hands on the naked body above his, "I have a feeling you're desperate to be touched."
Tony cursed and groaned, thrusting involuntarily into Lukas' fist and sinking his short nails into his back. Lukas started kissing down his neck, his kisses just the right mixture of rough and gentle, and Tony was already almost gone. He tried to contain his own sounds of pleasure but it was no use, and Lukas had just finished sucking a rather large mark at the base of Tony's throat when he raised his head and grinned down at the writhing man beneath him.
"You poor man," Lukas cooed, placing a brief, teasing kiss on his lips. "So close so soon?" When all Tony did was whine incoherently in response, Lukas' grin widened and he all but slithered down Tony's body, figuring if he needed to take the edge off... he might as well make it count.
Tony's eyes flew open the very moment he felt a hot, perfect mouth utterly engulf him. He moaned like he hadn't moaned in ages, hand flying to Lukas' hair and holding on tight as Lukas showed off just how very good he was at this particular act. Tony could hardly stand it, eyes adjusted to the dim lighting now and able to open and look down and watch himself disappear into Lukas' hungry mouth over and over again.
And that was all he needed to tip over the edge. He came suddenly and gloriously, spilling into Lukas' mouth and experiencing the single best release he'd had in... a very long time.
Lukas chuckled and hummed around him as he came down, swallowing smoothly - practice and all - and gently releasing him before propping himself up on his elbows and admiring the mess that he'd already reduced Tony to. "Well, that was easy," he mused, clearly quite pleased with himself.
Tony merely made a vague noise and let out a deep, satisfied breath. "Sorry. Gimme a minute and I'll be ready to go again."
Lukas chuckled and crawled back over him, replying, "Yes, do take your time, old man."
Tony opened his eyes and narrowed them up at Lukas. "Really? You're gonna go there again?"
"I'm going to go anywhere I please tonight," Lukas replied before kissing him, softly at first and then more deeply as it lingered and grew from one kiss to two to many more. When he finally tore his lips away, he murmured, "Damn, it's been entirely too long since I've been with a man."
"Glad I could help you scratch the itch," Tony joked, pulling him back down for another kiss as his hands wandered along his back, truly feeling him with a semi-clear mind for the first time.
It quickly dawned on him that Lukas' skin was not nearly as smooth as he would have expected. He could feel long, jagged scars here and there, traced a few of them with his fingertips as his mind reeled a little bit at what it meant. He wondered where the scars came from and who had given them to Lukas, and if they were the reason why he'd turned the lights so low, so that he couldn't see them.
And maybe he wasn't overly fond of Tony's quiet exploration either, because in the midst of it Lukas rolled them over and Tony suddenly found himself on top. He broke their kiss and stared down at the man underneath him, taking a minute to really soak him in before telling him in a rush of sincerity, "You know, you really are beautiful."
Lukas flashed him a grin and asked teasingly, "Do you really think so?"
"Yeah," Tony said, dropping a kiss down to the top of Lukas' chest. "Just don't tell anyone I said that."
"I will scream it from the rooftops," Lukas joked as Tony kissed a curious, sensual trail down his chest. "Breaking news... Tony Stark finds me beautiful."
"Just as long as you also shout about how you sucked me off and licked up every drop like a thirsty little kitten," Tony said, shooting Lukas a mischievous grin of his own as he travelled further down, impatient to get to where he wanted to be.
"Of course," Lukas mused, watching him go. "And let's not forget how it took you all of two minutes to come down my thr- ohfuck..."
Lukas' words dying on his tongue the minute Tony suddenly sucked him into his mouth, it was now his turn to writhe and moan amid an onslaught of pleasure. But he wasn't nearly as deprived as Tony was, and he was determined to keep his mouth shut as much as he could manage. After all, his lovers had to work for the privilege of hearing his blissful moans.
Tony's oral skills weren't quite as refined as Lukas' were, likely due simply to how long it had been since he had done this to a man, but what he lacked in finesse he made up for in spirit and sheer determination to blow Lukas' mind. He used his hand and mouth in tandem, getting a little sloppy at times which Lukas usually didn't care for, but something about the way that Tony did it made him the exception to the rule. Then, as the icing on the cake - so to speak - Tony got the hang of it all rather quickly and seemed to greatly enjoy it, moaning here and there and becoming so enthralled with the act that when Lukas gasped softly for him to stop, he didn't hear him. He had to gently pry his head away to catch his attention, and Tony appeared rather disgruntled when he was forced to stop.
"Up here," Lukas said breathlessly, patting his hip. "Now."
"Mm, bossy," Tony noted, moving to straddle Lukas' narrow hips. "I like it."
"I had a feeling you would," Lukas smirked, leaning to the side and quickly grabbing a few things from his bedside drawer. He then tossed them on the bed beside them and sat up, Tony biting his already-swollen lip at the way that the shift brought their bodies push and grind together. Lukas smirked at him and kissed him again, tangling his tongue dizzyingly sweetly with his as reached beside them and slicked up his fingers without any fuss.
Then he broke away and asked, "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be," Tony joked, and Lukas rolled his eyes before starting the relatively slow process of getting Tony ready for him. It wasn't something that could be rushed, and Lukas in particular would never dream of doing such a thing.
"Tell me about the first time you slept with a man," Lukas said, half out of curiosity and half to distract Tony from the slight pinch in his features. "Who was he?" he asked, dropping his lips to Tony's neck.
"... Model," Tony murmured, closing his eyes and doing his best to relax under Lukas' touch. "Met him at a party. He kissed me and I liked it. Ended up..." His breath hitched and he pushed back against Lukas' hand, mild discomfort turning into something else entirely. "Ended up in bed with him for the entire weekend."
Lukas chuckled and nipped at his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine. "You fucked him?"
"... Eventually," Tony replied. "He fucked me first."
Lukas peered up at Tony and chuckled again, this time rather impressed. "What a courageous, unique man you are."
"Yeah, well, what can I say," Tony shrugged. "I like getting fucked."
"I can tell," Lukas grinned. "You're riding the hell out of my hand already."
"Yeah," Tony groaned, hands in Lukas' hair and forehead leaned against his. "Think we can get going here because..."
"Not yet," Lukas murmured. "I'm not exactly small. I don't want to hurt you."
"Aw," Tony teased. "You are just a big softie after all."
Lukas rewarded him by thoroughly unexpectedly and harshly spanking him with his free hand. Tony jolted and moaned sharply in response, eyes flying up to Lukas' to find him gazing at him quite dangerously and predatorily. "I don't want to hurt you like that. But I'm more than willing to hurt you in ways that will only heighten your pleasure."
"... Good God, you might actually be perfect," Tony groaned, leaking a little on Lukas' stomach and losing all pretense in holding back, riding Lukas' fingers as hard as he could take them.
Lukas was soon satisfied and removed his fingers, leaning back and taking Tony's hips in his hands and guiding him to where he wanted him. Tony held on to his shoulder with one hand and leaned back on his other as he slowly sunk down on his length. He took his time, adjusting to the intrusion while Lukas tried not to lose his mind, and then he unexpectedly asked, "What about you? Your first time?"
Lukas' darkened eyes flashed up to his in surprise, but he only hesitated a moment before giving his answer. "My first kiss with a man was my best friend, in high school," he replied, voice strained with the control that it took to remain still as Tony continued to take him in. "Then... fuck... then my first time was my college boyfriend."
"You always like being on top?" Tony asked, letting out a long breath once he was fully seated.
Lukas then smirked and said, "I quite prefer variety, actually. Now shut up and ride me."
"Yes sir," Tony groaned, doing exactly as he said and starting slow, for his own sake. Lukas really wasn't small, not at all. But once he got used to him, he threw caution to the wind and buried both hands in his hair again, kissing him hard and passionate as he started really riding him.
Lukas' hands still guiding his hips, Tony suddenly remembered why he had such a soft spot for men. He loved women and adored every inch of them and everything that sex with them involved, but sometimes, on occasion... this was exactly what he needed.
Only it wasn't everything he needed. He needed something a little more, something that his inner submissive nature demanded in moments like these, but he didn't have to say a word to get what he wanted. Lukas' natural dominance beat him to it, and in a flash he moved them and had Tony on his back underneath him, holding him down and seizing the control.
Then they were kissing like mad again, Tony happily submitting to the other man's will and holding on with arms and legs, being driven into a state of mindless bliss. Lukas was damn good at what he was doing, shifting their angles and biting his neck and handling him with a glorious roughness and precision, all of it making him wonder if he'd ever felt that quite good before. He thought that he must have, logically, but if he ever had, he certainly couldn't remember it at that moment.
And Lukas... he truly was beautiful. All lean muscle and faded scars, slightly long, curling raven hair that felt like silk under Tony's fingers, strong arms and velvet voice that murmured into his ear, telling him how tight and hot he was... yeah, it was official. He was human perfection.
Then, when they neared the precipice they'd been hurtling towards all along, Lukas' long, tapered fingers wrapped around Tony's aching length and began stroking him in time with the quick, punishing rhythm he'd built. "Go on," Lukas urged in a low, sweet growl in his ear, "come for me me. Let me feel you."
And he did, because his words were all he needed to finally see stars a second time that night. It was better than the first time, longer lasting and seemingly spreading through his entire body from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes. It was exquisite and perfect and it set off Lukas' own release, and to Tony's great satisfaction, Lukas lost his stubborn ability to maintain his quietness. He moaned roughly and loudly, right into Tony's ear as he pulled hard on his hair and spilled inside of him, and that just might have been Tony's favorite part of the entire night.
The only downside to that perfect, beautiful moment was that it mean that their drunken night - well, early morning - together was sadly over. But he didn't worry about that as they collapsed together, spent and sated and an absolute mess. Lukas remained on top of him until his mind returned to him enough to finally push off of him and flop over on his back, letting out a deep breath and keeping his eyes close.
"I needed that," Lukas admitted, to Tony's slight surprise.
"Me too," Tony replied. "A lot." He paused and closed his own eyes, adding, "I feel like a new man."
Lukas chuckled. "Happy to help." Then he opened his eyes and raised a hand to gesture vaguely to the bathroom. "Feel free to take a shower, or... you can stay if you want. I don't mind."
"Thanks," Tony said, stretching out and yawning. "Just... just give me a minute and I'll get going, get... get out of your hair and..."
Lukas then chuckled under his breath when Tony began snoring before he could finish his sentence. He couldn't blame the man, after all. He was drunk and Lukas had just fucked him into a coma. It was only a natural reaction, and one that most of Lukas' conquests fell victim to. He took it as a point of pride.
As the sun rose outside the window, Lukas covered them both up and soon drifted off to sleep alongside a man he certainly hadn't expected to spend the night with when his day had first began. But fate had a funny way of bringing people into his life - and into his bed - and he was rather glad to have spend his night as he had.
They might never be more to each other than friends and one-time lovers, but they were both still young and waiting for the right ones to cross their paths. Lukas had loved once and lost in ways that still made his very soul ache inside, and Tony had loved once and lost years of his life to the failed marriage that resulted. But they were who they were as a result of those experiences, and if they were lucky, one day they'd find partners who would love them despite it all.
Thankfully, one day, they would. And they'd never forget - or stop mercilessly teasing other over - the night of drunken debauchery that they'd once spent together.
