Chapter 8
When Loki went with Tony, Thor, and Steve to get Starbucks, Hugh and Loki would share glances and smiles but otherwise pretended not to know each other. Only Tony noticed and he only ever mentioned it to Loki when they were alone.
For weeks, Loki was happy. Nearly as happy as he'd ever been with Clint and he told Tony this. What he didn't tell his friend was how Hugh would occasionally say things like he did on that very first date with the idea of eating Chinese. Hugh treated him well otherwise, so he put up with the verbal abuse. Besides, he's just teasing, just joking around, right? Yes, of course…
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"Odinson, it's me. Your son has a boyfriend now. No, I haven't gotten a good look at his face, I've seen them around though. Holding hands, stealing kisses, etcetera… What? Thor saw them? Ahh… I see. What should I… Just keep observing. Yes, of course, not an issue. Thank you. I'm sure you'll be hearing from me shortly." He'd accidentally-on-purpose kissed Loki when he sensed Thor was watching. He'd been noticing the older brother on the lookout for at least a week and figured he should call Odin to rat on the younger son before Thor did, drawing his own conclusions. The situation was advancing nicely so far- Thor didn't know him; Odin had never seen him before and wouldn't know that it was actually him dating Loki. Just until he got his money from Odin, of course. He'd always been a good actor and he told himself: just a little bit longer, with a smirk plastered on his face.
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They had been dating for almost two months. It was the end of October, around Halloween, Loki's favorite time of the year. He loved the crispness of dying leaves, the biting air, and of course the tricks and treats surrounding the upcoming weekend. Hugh was coming over that night to watch scary movies with Loki, and he was anxiously waiting around for the other man to arrive. When he finally did, it was obvious that Hugh was agitated.
"Where is that sonofabitch roommate of yours?"
"I… what? Tony? He's not here… why?"
"Because, I'm going to kick his sorry ass, that's why."
"Hugh. What is going on? You're kind of frea—,"
"Thor knows, Loki. Thor fucking knows and I'm guessing it's because that idiot friend of yours couldn't keep his goddamn mouth shut!" Loki shakes his head at this, his next question barely audible.
"How much does Thor know?"
"He knows that you're seeing someone. Doesn't know it's me, but still, Loki. He knows, which means soon your father will know, and it's becau—,"
"Don't you dare try to pin this on Tony. He's my closest friend; he would not betray me like this. I know he wouldn't. He… he must've found out some other way…" At this, Hugh whirled around and grapped Loki roughly by the jaw, shoving him back against the wall.
"Oh? And you're so sure of this? Well I know I never breathed a word of this to anyone, so that leaves you. You're the one who wanted this to remain secret. Yet somehow you let word get out to your fucking brother… who will obviously take this back to your father and where will you be then, hmm?" He brought his arm down, still tightly gripping Loki's jaw, causing the shocked man to stumble and fall to the ground. Loki's mind was racing, what the hell is happening? All he could do was look anywhere but Hugh's face. He didn't think anybody had seen them besides Tony, and he knew Tony would take it to the grave for him. He thought they'd been careful, but Hugh said that obviously wasn't so, and the shame that his brother had seen them washed over him instantly.
"I'm so pissed; I can't even stand to look at you, Loki. I'm leaving." He released Loki's jaw just as roughly as he'd originally grabbed it, and turned towards the door.
"Please… Hugh, just… stay. Don't leave… please." Loki finally looked up at him from the floor, eyes wide and pleading. This almost brought a smile to Hugh's face, but then, he couldn't very well give himself away now could he? And he very much liked this game he was playing, so why not take it a step further? He couldn't help but grin now, as he shut the door again and took a step closer to where Loki was starting to stand up.
"Ok, Loki… I'll stay… but… only if you do something… for me." He raised his hand to Loki's shoulder, not missing the mini-flinch he got in reaction. Putting some weight in his hand, he forced the other man back to the floor, in a kneeling position this time.
"What… is it you… want me to do?" Loki questioned hesitantly, getting a nervous feeling in his stomach from the absolutely wicked grin that kept growing on Hugh's face. He shifted his hand from Loki's shoulder to the base of his neck, fingers tangling in and gripping his long black hair tightly.
"Oh… Loki, I think you can figure out the answer to that one. I mean, it has been two months and yet we've never done more than kiss? Really, is that the right way to treat your boyfriend? Besides… don't you think you owe me for having let this slip out?" Whatever small amount of defiance Loki's expression held before was now gone at this statement, his cheeks flushing red. Of course, Hugh was right. He did owe him for somehow letting their relationship get out to his brother. Once Hugh saw this, he chuckled and loosened his grip in Loki's hair to undo his pants.
"Well? Get a move on," He murmured when Loki didn't make a move to touch his freed cock, but would only look up at him with a sad look in his eyes. A few seconds of nothing passed, and even that was too much for the standing man. He tangled his fingers back through the hair at the back of Loki's head and tugged his head back hard, growling, "I said… move."
Loki complied this time, a stinging pain at the back of his head from the hair pulling, and opened his mouth tentatively. He'd never even done this with Clint, whom he'd dated for almost a year, and he'd never thought it would happen… like this. His cheeks were burning from embarrassment when he took the head of Hugh's already hard prick into his mouth, moving at an almost glacial pace. As he immediately would find out, this was just not going to do.
The hand in his hair gripped him harder and pushed, forcing Hugh's cock down Loki's throat. He started gagging, his eyes stinging with tears, and tried to pull his head back, but the grip holding him there was too strong. It took a moment for his throat to adjust, but as soon as it did, the hand holding him was pumping his head back and forth so fast he could hardly see straight. Moments passed and the tears were streaming freely down his face now, as the assault on his mouth continued and the man above him began losing himself to his pleasure.
"God… fuck… ah," Hugh grunted as he released in Loki's throat. He held the other man's head there for a minute before roughly pushing him away to the floor. Loki instantly began coughing and sputtering, semen and saliva dribbling down his chin and neck. He sat, eyes glued to the floor, fresh tears pouring down his face, and breathing heavily as numbness crept over his body. Hugh rearranged his clothing and headed straight for the door, giving only a passing glance to his boyfriend while speaking.
"Next time, you'd better swallow." He growled and left the dorm room, slamming the door behind him.
Loki didn't know how long he sat there, stunned, but after realizing that, yes, that did actually happen, and shit, he'd better get the place cleaned up so nobody found out about this, he was able to pull himself shakily to his feet. He'd barely stood up when he felt literally sick to his stomach and he bolted to the bathroom. His knees gave out and he almost hit his head on the toilet bowl on the way down, but he caught himself and promptly heaved into the toilet.
Afterwards, he sat on the floor of the bathroom for a while before getting up to wash the acid taste from his mouth. Looking at himself in the mirror, he cringed at the bloodshot eyes, the red marks on his jawline (and probably shoulder too) that would probably bruise in a few hours. He raised cautious fingertips to his lips and his face, willing the past half hour or so to reverse itself. But no matter how he tried to forget, he couldn't manage to shake the shame he'd felt, or the anger Hugh threw his way.
He didn't realize he was crying again until a sob ripped itself from his throat as he changed clothes and took a wet towel out to clean up the sticky mess from the living room floor. The tears didn't stop there, nor did they stop when he threw himself on the futon and curled up into the smallest ball he possibly could. They only quieted hours later when he finally drifted off to sleep just moments before Tony came back. Tony walked through the still-lit room to stand in front of his sleeping roommate. He adjusted the pillow so it was underneath Loki's head, noticing the wetness in the fabric from tears. Oh, Loki… what am I going to do with you, he shook his head and once again pulled a blanket over his friend before heading back to his bed, quickly falling asleep.
