It was 10p.m. and Friday when Loki awoke. After a week of heartache and drama he was ready to hit the bars and lose himself in the arms of a stranger. He called Bucky to see which bar he was in.
"Hey!" Bucky answered.
"Hey, where is everyone hanging tonight?"
"I'm down at Iris with Steve. They're having a disco throwback night tonight. You should come," he said.
"Disco? Your taste in music is terrible," he said.
"It's meant to be funny Loki. You know, ha-ha, big afro wig, peace sign buttons, and shit. Besides, some of the guys here tonight are really hot. You need to get your ass down here before all the good ones are taken," he said.
"Well, when you say it like that, how could I refuse? I'll be there fifteen," he said, hanging up. Bucky was Loki's friend all the way back from high school, and his first gay hookup. But Loki and Bucky both had a thing for blonds and they decided they were better off as friends. Though, when Steve came along, they became rivals for a brief time. If there was a god, he'd put Steve Rogers on earth solely to make Bucky happy, and Loki jealous of them both.
He pulled on his best pair of black slacks, black long sleeved shirt, and matching black jacket and tie. He stuck out like a sore thumb when he arrived at the club, but that was his intent. He wanted to exude class and money, even though it was bullshit. Considering the looks he got, it was working.
"Hey! Look at you! Man, do you ever show any skin from the neck down?" Bucky asked.
"Only to the ones that are worthy," he said, smiling at Bucky. Bucky looked Loki up and down, obviously reminiscing about that one time back in high school.
"Awe, thanks man," he said, taking swig of his beer. The music changed from Donna Summers to early Michael Jackson and Loki smiled.
"Alright, the music isn't completely unsalvageable," he said. Loki went onto the dance floor, and busted a move circa 1980. The floor was packed and Loki was not shy about gyrating his hips up against someone else's. There were mirrors placed here and there throughout the room, mostly on support pillars to hide their ugly functionality. It was in one of these mirrors that his eyes met with the big blond god on the other side of the dance floor. He was standing at the edge, watching him. They made eye contact briefly in the mirror, at which point, Loki's dance moves became slower and more sensual. Other men danced against him, cupping his ass and grinding their semi-stiffies on his hip.
"Damn, you look flexible baby," said the man currently groping him. He was shorter and stockier than Loki, and sported a goatee.
"I am, but these moves are not for you," he said.
"Well, who are they for then, because I'm the hottest guy out here," he said. Loki looked him up and down. Normally that kind of confidence was a turn on for him, but this guy was not quite his type. Loki liked tall men, preferably taller than he, which was hard to find.
"I'm the hottest guy here," he said and then shot the hot musclebound blond his hooded come-fuck-me eyes.
"Well, what is your name, Mr. Hotness?" he asked.
"Loki," he said.
"Loki? I'm Tony," he said. "I am willing to concede that I am the second hottest guy here, if you come home with me.
"You're adorable, but no," he said.
"Your loss," Tony said, though he barely hid the pout in his voice. He was not used to hearing no and moved to the side of the dancefloor to watch Loki and see if he left with anyone else. Loki continued to dance alone, displaying himself for the golden mountain with piercing blue eyes. He was so large. Loki hoped to god he wasn't using steroids. One of his previous boyfriends used to fly into a rage over every petty little thing because of the drugs. He was not up for that.
After two more songs, the blond made his move. He came behind Loki and grabbed his hips, feeling Loki's natural dance rhythm, and falling in sync.
"Enjoy the show?" he asked.
"I did. What's your name?" the big blond asked.
"Hard to get. What's yours?"
"Easy to lose," he said, "But you may call me Thor," he said. His big rough hands raked over Loki's abdomen, feeling Loki's little not-quite-six-pack through his shirt. Loki twisted in his arms to face him. Wrapping his arms around Thor's neck, he continued to sway his hips.
"I'm Loki. You don't like to play games I see," he said. Now that Thor was so close, he could really appreciate those eyes, and everything else. His face was gorgeous, and yet there was something arrogant about his expression. He was a man who looked good, and he knew it.
"Only the ones I like," he said.
"And what would those be?"
"Counting the number of times, I make you beg and scream," he said. Both of his hands travelled down and grabbed a handful of firm Loki ass. It was perfect. Just the right amount of pressure and squeeze. He was the perfect height and breadth even. Just perfect all around physically, which meant he was probably an asshole.
"Sounds kinky. Are you?" Loki asked.
"Define kinky."
"Like whips and chains and dungeons? You look like the type," he said.
"I am. You look kinky too," he said.
"I do?" he asked, genuinely surprised. "Kinky how?"
"A little Rocky Horror. Lingerie and stilettoes," Thor said.
"Nope, try again," he said.
"You don't like pain or being controlled," he said.
"No, definitely not controlled. I don't do controlling asshole boyfriends."
"I didn't think so. You're wild Loki, but sometimes you feel frazzled by it. You long for someone to take you by the hand, even if only for a couple hours every night,"
"I'm not a submissive if that is what you are looking for. I just want regular sex," he said. "More than that, I want a boyfriend," he said.
"Mmm, deep waters then. I had you pegged as a single pegging, with the way you were dancing for me," he said.
"I prefer long term commitments to the pump and dumps that happen in the alley behind this club. 90% of the time, I don't like meaningless sex. But…my grandmother died and I've had a rough week this week. Forgetting my problems for a few hours tonight sounds really nice right now."
"Sounds quite vanilla. So, do you have a kink? Or have you not discovered it yet?"
"I'm very boring," Loki said, shining a wicked grin up at him.
"Are you open minded?"
"I'll try anything once I suppose, if properly incentivized," he said.
"Take me back to your place and I'll make it worth your while," he said.
"My place is too far, how about yours?" he asked. Loki was always safety first when it came to new prospects.
"Mine is too, so what are we going to do about these?" Thor asked, grinding his erection against Loki's.
"Well, we could go out back. I could get on my knees and suck what feels like is going to be a very impressive dick, while scores of other men watch. Or…" Loki took Thor's earlobe between his teeth and nibbled it for a moment before pulling off it with a slippery soft pop. "…you could meet me at Café Monet on 5th and Northern tomorrow and we can go on a proper date."
"Mmm, or I could suck your dick in the alley AND meet you at the café tomorrow," he said.
"And? And is good," he said. Thor took his hand and led him out the back door. It was dark out here and the street light had not been replaced for intentional reasons. The sounds of moaning, of skin slapping skin, of sucking sloshing rapid head movements punctuated the dark. Thor's kisses trailed down his front as he fumbled with Loki's fly.
"Oh!" Loki gasped. He couldn't see Thor but he felt him. Felt every glorious swish of tongue. The beauty of the dark was that it provided a sort of sensory deprivation, where the passage of time was unknown. Thor could have been on his knees for five minutes or fifty. Loki couldn't tell. His world had shrunken down to a very small event, his burgeoning orgasm. He bit his lip to keep from making an undignified moan when he came. That sweet hot mouth caressing him through until he was done. Thor tucked him back in, so tenderly and stood.
"Your turn darling," Loki said.
"No. That was just for you. To make you feel better. I prefer to draw things out, sometimes for days. There is something about tension, that makes the blood rush and heightens the senses. I want you to think about me all night tonight. I want you to think up a creative way to pay me back the kindness. Something, not vanilla. Until tomorrow."