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Loki rolled into the garage late the next night after his shift was done with work. He curiously noted the large Charger parked askew in the driveway, wheels half on the cement and half on the grass and chuckled to himself. Apparently the big guy had had a late night out. He was amazed from this apparent display of drunken parking skills that he had even made it home at all. Then he grimaced as another thought entered his head. He hoped he hadn't graced their home with yet another torrent example of the town's never ending supply of skankery. Why did he even bother with such witless disposable women when he could do so much better?
Damn it was hot. Hot and humid. It was always humid here after it had rained. Loki parked the bike and peeled off his helmet. jacket and gloves, leaving them hanging off the mirror to be dealt with tomorrow. As he entered the dark house,he paused to listen closely to see if anyone was up and about. Nothing but silence. With a sigh he pulled off his sweat soaked tee shirt and strode to the kitchen for some water, absently tossing his damp shirt into the sink as he pulled open the fridge. The coolness hit him like a wave and he just stood there, soaking in it's refreshing chill even as it dried the sweat on his skin and raised goosbumps in it's wake.
Suddenly he heard shuffling behind him and whirled to see the larger blond now standing just behind the refrigerator door. With a grimace, Loki retrieved a bottle of water and stepped to the side, resting his hip against the counter as he leaned back, meaning to quench his thirst, but just pausing to rest the already condensating bottle against his temple instead. Dear God, why was it so hot?
"Oh hey,Thor," He greeted, eyes closed as he focused on the coolness of the water bottle against his face. "Nice parking by the way."
Thor had tried to drink his thoughts into submission, but after two nights of listening endlessly for the bass rumble of a Ducati, could take no more. That was why, when the proper sounding bike finally rolled into the garage, followed shortly by the proper front door opening and closing, he couldn't stay in bed any longer. He had meant to just go out and idly chat, even coming up with the subject of this great bar he had found on the west end of town. But as he entered the kitchen all logical thoughts left his brain. He could only stare, breathless for what seemed like forever, at the shirtless pale figure illuminated by the light from the open refrigerator. He could make out every line and curve of his spine and every bulge and ripple of muscle that rose and fell with each breath was instantly committed to memory.
Slowly,carefully Thor inched closer. His heart beating so loud in his ears that he was certain Loki would have heard it,but the other man remained yet unmoving. He was a mere foot away when his presence was suddenly known and Loki whirled, finding his moment of zen disrupted and instead leaned back against the counter allowing Thor to presumably retrieve whatever it was from the fridge he had come for. But Thor wasn't even looking at the fridge. Instead,his eyes where now on the perfectly smooth chest facing him, illuminated wickedly by the still open refrigerator door. Desperately he licked at his too dry lips and swallowed nervously.
Loki dropped the water bottle in surprise as another pair of lips suddenly crashed into his, followed immediately by a freight train of a body, pinning him between two massive arms and pressing him further against the counter. The heat radiating off of the other man was nearly oppressing and his hands instinctively trying to fend off the attack, instead found purchase against a wide shirtless chest, feeling the heart there beating rapidly beneath his fingers. Their bare stomachs collided and an involuntary tremor surged through him only adding to the uncomfortable pressure starting in his pants. A moist tongue grazed his lips and he opened willingly, allowing it to snake inside and entangle with his own. As soon as he allowed it access, his groin was ground even tighter into the counter, a muffled groan escaping his lips at the sensation and there was no denying the other man's attraction as clearly evident by the firm pressure now pressing against his own erection.
His own heart raced and his breath quickened as the taste of cheap beer met his taste buds. Figures, he breathed with a sigh, planting both hands firmly against Thor's massive weight and pushing the larger man off him before the tension in his pants could become any more uncomfortable.
Thor just stared panting through half lidded eyes at the pale man's far too rosy lips and only took their unwanted separation for a moment before trying to once again press forward. Loki braced himself against the counter and pushed with all his might, finally causing the larger man to step backwards.
"You're drunk," Loki stated, the distaste dripping from his words. He the whirled to head off to his room and away from any further advances.
Thor just watched him go in disbelief. He had tasted so good, felt far better against his body than he could ever had imagined. And now that he was gone, he was left feeling as though the blankets had been pulled off of him on a cold winter day. Suddenly his mind grasped what had just transpired and Thor stared around him in wide eyed horror. What had he done? Why had he done that? It was all so wrong! So very wrong…..but why had it felt so right?
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