Later that night, Mobius is lying on his back on his bed in the small apartment allotted to each of the TVA Minutemen. His gear is hanging in his closet and he's dressed down to his tan TVA t-shirt and dark brown pajama bottoms.
Yawning, he reaches across his chest and rubs at his shoulder. It's still sore from where he was thrown against the wall. And already started to bruise — he noticed when he was in the shower earlier. At least that was pretty much the worst he got besides a reprimand from his commanding officer. Letting a variant get that close to him, let alone lay hands on him, was nearly cause for a demerit, according to his superior. With a sharp nod, Mobius had promised he wouldn't let it happen again, then slunk away to his quarters. Thank god no one had seen exactly what had happened between them. Thank god for that.
Puffing out a sigh through pursed lips, Mobius rubs his shoulder one more time before sliding his hand to the middle of his chest. I won't let it happen again, sir. He'd meant those words earnestly in that moment. The TVA and their rules were everything to him, all he'd ever known; he'd never do anything to jeopardize his standing in the Minuteman company again.
… But that feel of Loki's breath ghosting across his throat, of his tongue dragging up the side of his neck, of his hand gripping his hip to keep him from tumbling over, Jesus. It was more than Mobius had ever felt in his life. And he's suddenly not sure, if given the opportunity again, that he'd be strong enough to say no to Loki.
Even now, just thinking about him, Mobius can feel himself getting hard. He lets out a frustrated groan and slings his elbow over his eyes, trying to force the thoughts away. If he ever wants to be promoted to Hunter class, he needs to check himself immediately. The distraction Loki caused had the potential to derail his entire career with the TVA and Mobius has worked too damn hard to let that happen.
An idea occurrs to Mobius then and he pauses. Surely… surely touching himself to release a little of this pent up energy wouldn't hurt anything, right? And after that, he could simply ignore these thoughts of Loki and move on.
Pulling his arm from his eyes slowly, Mobius looks up at the orange painted ceiling. His hand finds its way back to his chest and he takes a deep breath. For as long as he can remember in his life in the TVA, he's never really done that — he's honestly never seen a reason to. But now, with thoughts of Loki and all his lithe strength and raw, dark power flooding his mind, Mobius can think of little else.
With his heart thudding against his ribs, Mobius drags his palm across his nipples. They perk up immediately under his shirt and Mobius surprises himself with the soft gasp that falls from his lips. He feels a heated blush creep up his neck and does it again. Arousal flutters in his belly. He drags his hand lower. His cock is thickening up rapidly and tenting his pajama bottoms. It jumps a little as his trembling fingers reach the waistband. He can feel a bead of moisture wet the head of his member and soak into the fabric of his pants. He needs more. He needs Loki.
Closing his eyes, Mobius arches his back and wriggles his ass down into the mattress a little. He imagines Loki and the way he stalked toward him, like a cat cornering his prey, the way Loki grabbed him as if he owned him. Warmth spreads across his skin. Mobius' breath starts coming in rough little pants as his fingers glide up to the still clothed tip of his now achingly full erection. Fuck.
Suddenly paranoid, Mobius freezes and catches his breath, cutting his gaze to the door. The apartment is, of course, still empty. It feels so forbidden to be doing this, but that only makes it all the more arousing.
Leaning back, Mobius relaxes and closes his eyes again. Loki, Loki, Loki . The troublesome variant is all he can think about. He pictures him here in this bed with him. He wants him more than he's wanted anything. Wants to feel him, wants to taste him, wants to be filled by him.
Mobius wraps his hand fully around his shaft through his pants. A loud moan filters out from deep in his chest and his toes curl. Oh, god.
"Oh, Loki," Mobius whimpers aloud.
"Yes, my pet?" comes a soft reply.
Mobius sucks in a sharp breath and his eyes fly open. Loki is suddenly standing over him, a devilish smile curving at his lips. Mobius' heart knocks heavy in his chest. How did he get in the room without Mobius hearing him? How did he get out of his guarded cell, for that matter?
"Wh - what?" Mobius stammers, confused and embarrassed to be caught in this situation again.
Eyes dark with a hunger that makes Mobius shudder, Loki curls forward. "Shh, darling. Let me help you with that."
Before Mobius can protest, Loki is wrapping his hand around Mobius' where it's still gripping his aching cock, giving it a firm squeeze. The feel of it is so sudden and incredibly right Mobius cries out and spasms immediately. Once more, he's come with Loki barely touching him.
"Good boy," Loki purrs.
Mobius suddenly sits up with a gasp, disoriented, half-asleep, and slick with sweat. Chest heaving in oxygen, he looks around his room frantically, desperately willing his heart to slow to a normal rate. His apartment is empty.
His mind gradually clears at the realization that it had been a dream. A goddamn dream . And a vivid one at that. Glancing down to his pajama bottoms, he sees truly how vivid it was. The front of his pants are wet with the warm gush of his own release. A blush rises to his cheeks.
"Goddamn it."
Mobius rubs a hand roughly down his face then cards it through his short grey hair. What the hell has he gotten himself into?
"Get your shit together, Mobius," he scolds himself. He vows then and there to stop thinking about Loki altogether. But he knows it's easier said than done when he's assigned to guard the variant for the next three days in a row.
Heaving a heavy sigh, Mobius stands. He strips off his clothes with jerky, frustrated movements and tosses them into his TVA issued laundry hamper beside the bed, then makes his way to the bathroom for another shower. A cold one this time.