Clint hummed lowly, lying on his bed and rolling his palm over the front of his jeans, getting hard as he read Hecate's texts. Tony was in the far corner of the room, tools out and messing with the wires in the wall- he wouldn't care if Clint masturbated with him in the same room- he could hear Clint's hums of approval and chuckled at him.

"Having fun over there?" He asked, gathering a wire attached to his computer and stripping the ends.

Clint took a deep calming breath but still rubbed himself, squeezing the bulge in his jeans playfully and he moaned behind his lips. "I think Hecate's gonna go down on me."

Tony snorted, shaking his head and taking the ends of the wires in the wall, twining them with his computer's. "Well, he does have a big mouth."

"Shut up, Tony, I don't wanna know who it is."

"How can you imagine someone blowing you if you don't know what they look like? Is it just a bald, white head with no features? I feel like I've seen something like that online." Wires connected and wrapped with tape, Tony turned to his laptop on the floor, opening a program and beginning to type.

"He's got black hair. Long black hair, and he's pale. S'all I gotta know, so shut up- you're turning me off."

"Does he know what hair color you've got?"

Clint sighed and resisted the urge to roll his eyes, popping open the button of his jeans and slipping his hand inside to knead his swollen flesh. "No."

"So he's doing the bald-head thing." Tony chuckled and continued tapping away on his keys.

Clint replied to Hecate's message and got another in turn, the content making him moan again and close his eyes. He wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock and squeezed as he tugged at the skin. "Fuck, this guy," he groaned.

Tony snickered as he typed on his laptop. It beeped at him and he squinted into the screen, hitting one key slowly over and over in confusion. "What in the-" he went at it again, fingers flying over the keys until it beeped at him again. "Whoops."

And a shrill alarm screamed in the hallway, jolting Clint out of his fantasy.

"Ah, shit," Tony griped and stood up, yanking the wires out of the wall and disconnecting his laptop.

"What the fuck is that?" Clint sat up, hand still in his pants and mid-sentence in reply to Hecate's dirty message. There had been no pictures yet that day, practicing Hecate's linguistic talents instead.

There was a harried knock at their door, the sound of people hustling together, and Tony called out to them. "Yeah, we're coming. Let's go- I tripped the fire alarm."

"Are you fucking serious? I'm in the middle of- Goddamn it." Clint got up and shoved his phone in his pocket, buttoning his jeans and grabbing his coat when Tony threw it to him. They headed out the door once they got their shoes on and merged in with their dormitory mates, everyone in varying states of undress, tired or yelling happily. They filed outside through the exits and stood around in the grasses surrounding the building. Until the fire trucks and faculty showed up to clear the building and cut the alarms, they would all have to wait in the cold, holding their coats around them and frolicking with their pals. It had gotten cold fast that autumn, and it cooled Clint enough to lose his hard-on. He wasn't happy about that.

He pulled out his phone and erased his half-finished come-on to Hecate, retyping and shivering against the breeze. The fucking fire alarms went off, we're all standing outside in the cold like morons. My boner's dead darlin', sorry.

Loki stood on the sidewalk on the other side of the building in his scarf and coat, staring down at his phone with stunned realization. Thor shivered beside him, rubbing his bare arms and laughing about shrinking balls with his friends as they neared. Loki scanned the area, watching his peers mill around the lawn, some looking into their phones, some not, and he felt a twinge of excitement and fear. Did he want to know who Cupid was?

He contemplated for a moment what he would say and then typed to him. ...We live in the same dormitory building.

Oh... shit. Don't look around!

Loki couldn't help himself for a moment after that, inconspicuously glancing at the faces near him and going back to his phone to see another message.

Fuck. Well this could get awkward. You're not naked like some of the people I'm seeing, are you? Don't answer that. I want you naked, just not out here lol

And then he got a message from Tony: Dude, come to the bench side of the building! Clint and I are standing here like friendless idiots.

Loki tucked his phone away in his coat and told Thor he was going to meet Tony, leaving him with his own friends. As he walked around the building, students everywhere mingling as the wail of fire trucks sailed up the road, Loki tried to tell himself to stop searching. He looked into every male face, hoping and not hoping that he would suddenly know Cupid the second he saw him. While he still searched as he went for Tony, he ran into a nude girl, tripping against her and grabbing a handful of boob. She laughed as he apologized and scuttled away, finding two more naked guys standing nearby, and his heart thudded as he remembered Cupid's text about naked people he could see. He was nearby.

"Loki!"

Loki jumped and turned around, seeing Tony waving to him and standing next to Clint, and he hustled over.

"I saw you grab that chick's tits, haha!"

Loki grumbled and shoved his hands in his coat pockets, feeling a vibration from his phone. "I wasn't trying to, they were just in my face. Who pulled the alarm?"

"Oh, it was me," Tony admitted easily as Loki pulled his phone out and read the message. From Cupid. "I was trying to get my-"

Loki wasn't listening after that, concentrating on his screen with a softening expression.

Alright, this is gonna sound stupid, but I think the blood in my dick just hasn't come back up to my head so... I wish we could cuddle. I'm fucking cold.

Loki smiled at the message, feeling sickly sweet inside at the sentiment Cupid shared with him. He wished they could cuddle too, he wanted that body more and more, real and warm against him. When he thought about the reality of it though, he didn't know who Cupid actually was. He didn't know if they would even get along. Sex was something easy that nearly everyone could agree on.

My roommate is just going on and on about how he caused the alarm, breaking into the wires and shit because he's so smart. Now we're all freezing our balls off- real smart. :( Warm me up darlin.

Loki's head jerked up to stare at Clint, who looked down at his own phone, the pale white light barely illuminating his face. Clint sniffed and put his phone and hands in his coat pockets, looking back up at Tony and listening to him rant about the electrical system in their building.

Loki kept his phone out, watching Clint carefully as he typed back to Cupid. His heart started to pound as he sent it. What an idiot... When we get back inside, I can warm you up again with my mouth on your cock, take you in all the way. What do you think of that?

As he watched Clint take his phone out of his coat, a smirk forming on his lips that glowed in the light, Loki's heart continued to hammer, excitement and fear rushing through him again at the thought that Clint was-

Shit yeah. Suck me until I come in your mouth. Oh my god, how are you doing this? I'm fucking getting hard again!

And Clint put his phone away again, smiling at nothing. Tony was still rambling, never caring if they were listening or not, as long as they looked in his general direction and nodded. He tended to talk until he answered his own questions. Loki was nearly panting with how fast his heart beat in his chest. He pulled his stare over to Tony to make sure Clint didn't catch him. But he needed to make sure. What could he do that would make it a positive match?

He started typing again, never putting his phone away or putting it down. Good- touch yourself. Squeeze yourself and imagine me on my knees, waiting for your cum on my tongue in the middle of everyone out here.

He waited and once again Clint retrieved his phone and read a message, and Loki's eyes widened and his jaw almost dropped as he watched Clint blow out a tense breath and reach down to squeeze his cock through his jeans. All his suspicions were confirmed- Clint was Cupid! Loki was at a loss for words, not sure what to do with the information except stand there and stare, arms hanging loose at his sides in shock. Clint was typing back, but he stopped and looked over at the building when the alarm system finally cut off. After a second, they heard Maria's voice over a megaphone, telling them the show was over and to get back in the dorm. Loki said goodbye to them and hurried away, saying he was tired and heading back to bed, but when he finally made it into his room, he sat on the edge of his bed, bewildered.

Clint was Cupid. They'd been sending dirty messages and pictures to each other for days, almost weeks, and Cupid- Clint, had been pleasuring himself to them! Loki stared at his phone, thinking about the few times that Clint and he actually talked or stood together, and he never had a clue. Sure, he thought Clint was good looking, but he didn't know the first thing about him, and Clint didn't really know him either, but here they were, sharing photos and moaning over each other's bodies. And it seemed that Clint had no idea that Loki was Hecate. How could he? Loki acted different between real life and his secret sexy friend. He could give in to any fantasy with Cupid, and he'd run with it, encouraging him. It took so long to get to that point with regular people; dating and getting to know each other…

He'd start paying attention to Clint, Loki decided. Finding out more about him, asking how he was, whatever. He could get friendly with Clint, close enough to be friends or more- he'd be able to reveal his identity. Loki smiled to himself, looking down at another message from 'Cupid'.

You still game?

I'm already naked, he replied.