They were still stuck at Steve's house two weeks later. The three of them could have shoveled themselves out if they really wanted to, but school was still closed and they had nowhere else they needed to be. They were content with where they were settling into a routine. Steve would cook breakfast, Tony lunch (cause let's face it, that's all he really knew how to do), Loki would make dinner. They would play games and watch movies. Loki would read and Steve would draw. Tony would fiddle with blue prints for a mechanical arm he was working on. Thank goodness the power hadn't gone out.
Loki would disappear occasionally to have a quiet moment to himself or work on college applications. Steve had already submitted his application to West Point and written to his congressman. MIT was practically chomping at the bit to get Tony, but then again, so were at least a dozen other schools as well. He suggested Loki put in for MIT since they had a pretty amazing linguistics program. Loki figured if couldn't hurt. His 'non-father' had been pushing him towards Princeton, Cornell or Dartmouth. Fuck what he wanted. Loki put everything he had into getting accepted at MIT. It would keep the three of them somewhat close together.
Steve was a shoe in for West Point. The Army would be insane not to take him. Tony didn't even need to tell MIT that he was coming. All he had to do was show up and if he happened to bring his boyfriend along, who already spoke three languages and was currently working on two of the harder languages to learn, Russian and Cantonese (thanks Rosetta Stone) would they really say no? However, Loki was determined to do it on his own merit, not because he and Tony were sleeping together.
The three teens had just finished dinner and were cleaning up when Loki noted that they were running low on food.
"We should try to dig my car out and head over to my house. Howard's not there; won't be back for a month or so and there's plenty of food. So yeah, why not?"
"We should wait until morning though. It's too late now. How far away is it?" Steve asked as he wiped the table down.
"About three blocks up. Hopefully, they didn't plow my car under."
Loki made popcorn for the movie they were getting ready for as Tony grabbed the drinks. Steve brought out the pillows and blankets from the hall closet.
They were all huddled up on the couch as they often were when watching movies. Steve in the middle, Loki to his left, who rested his head on the blonds shoulder piddling with their entwined fingers, more focused on them than the movie. Tony on his right, his knee hitched up over Steve's legs that were resting on the coffee table.
Loki outlined and traced each of Steve's fingers on his left hand. It was something he would often do when they were all like this and he was bored. It took a moment for Steve to realize his movements had stilled. Glancing at the mop of short black hair, he couldn't see his eyes closed, but could feel the steady breathing of the sleeping teen. Their fingers still laced together, he rubbed his thumb across the back of Loki's hand.
Tony watched Steve as he studied Loki and smiled fondly. Feeling Tony's gaze upon him, Steve turned big blue eyes to meet with russet brown. The shorter male gently grasped him behind the neck and leaned him towards awaiting lips. He allowed himself to be tugged in Tony's direction. Their lips met in a slow chaste kiss. Lips parted to allow the other in. Tony angled his head to deepen the embrace.
"Tony." Steve whispered against his swollen mouth. His other hand came up to rest on his chest as Tony slowly crawled into his lap, careful not to jostle Loki.
"Shh…" He knew Steve would not risk waking Loki and be as still as possible. Caring soul that he is. Tony being the deviant that he is took full advantage of it. Tilting the blonds head back he nipped playfully at his jaw, licking a path to his ear. "I wanna do bad things with you, Rogers." He took the earlobe between his teeth and gave a light tug. Steve gasped, his face flushed red. He then latched onto the side of the golden boy's neck and sucked up a pretty mark. A low keening sound escaped pouty lips as Tony ran his hand up under his shirt, the other thumbing the button of his jeans.
He kissed him again, harder, needier. A tiny squeak left Steve's throat as the boy genius above him rolled his hips down on his. Both were panting when the kiss was finally broken. "What would my boyfriend say if he woke up and found me with my hand down your pants?" Tony whispered as he fingered the band of Steve's boxers.
"I'd say lean back so I could get a better view."
Tony smirked as Steve whipped his head towards Loki. He flexed his fingers in the blonds hold. Steve hadn't realized he had tightened his grip. He tried to pull his hand away but Loki held firm.
"I'm Sor—"
Loki leaned up and kissed him silencing his words. It was demanding and sensual, everything that Loki was. "Quiet, Steven. Do you not enjoy my lover in your lap?" Tony reached over to caress defined cheek bones. Loki responded by placing a kiss to his wrist. The genius slipped the other hand under the waist band taking a hold of Steve's thick cock. Gasping, Cap nodded unable to form words when the hand around his length began to move.
Steve would be the first one to admit he hand gotten off to the sounds of his best friends fucking on more than one occasion. He had even walked in on it a couple of times. Those images served to fuel his fantasies well. But never in his wildest dreams did he ever expect to have his best friend sitting in his lap jerking him off, especially while the other watched. All three watched as Tony's hand pumped and twisted around Steve's length.
Tony locked eyes with Loki and dove towards each other's mouth. Steve watched intently as his friends devour one another. Tony growled when Loki bit his bottom lip. An involuntary moan left Steve mouth, snapping their attention back to him.
"I want to taste him." Loki whispered huskily against Tony ear. He nodded and slid off of Steve's lap.
"Guys, what ar—"Steve's protest was cut off as his question was swallowed by a hungry mouth. Tony distracted him as Loki removed his pants, slipping them down toned legs. He couldn't tell exactly whose hands were whose, his head flooded with want and desire.
He arched into the salacious touches, gasping when he wrenched his mouth away from Tony's as Loki licked up the underside of his shaft. Moaning when he swirled his tongue around the leaking head and swallowed him down in one swift motion. The red staining his cheeks spread down his neck.
"Breath, Steve." There was a sharp intake of breath. "Delicious isn't he? Such a talented wicked mouth." Loki released Steve's swollen cock with an obscene pop, then ran his pink tongue from the base to the tip before taking it back in his mouth down to the hilt. All while maintaining eye contact with their beloved Captain.
Green bore into blue as Loki continued working Steve's length. Hollowing his cheeks out as he came up, he fisted the base of his cock, sucking greedily at the bulbous head. Steve clung to the seat cushions afraid if he moved the pleasure might disappear. He whimpered when that wicked mouth left him, a string of saliva still attached him to Loki's swollen bottom lip. Only one word came to mind when he languidly licked his lips: Sin. Loki reminded him of pure hedonism and he found he liked it very much.
The pale sex god between his legs rolled his eyes back as he hummed hungrily, his mouth returning back the task at hand. Loki groaned again causing Steve to buck his hips up. Slim fingers gripped his waist holding him in place.
So caught up in his own pleasure, Steve forgot about Tony momentarily. He had seen him leave and come back out of his peripheral. Now standing behind his mischief maker, he stretched Loki with two fingers, fisting his cock with the other hand. He did something that caused Loki to hum louder and tighten his hold on Steve's hips.
"You like that babe? Right there?"
Loki cast a glare over his shoulder, "Don't you dare fucking stop."
Tony wriggled out of his pants, while still working his lover open now with three fingers. Steve was riveted not even caring that is own aching need was being neglected. He gave Stark some credit, he managed to get completely undressed and roll a condom on his thick cock all with one hand. Removing his fingers he swiftly replaced them with his length, ripping the most enticing sound from Loki's throat.
They stilled as Tony ran his calloused hands over Loki's back mumbling sweet nothing until he pushed back into him. Tony gripped his hips and settled into a steady rhythm. Loki keened and whimpered like a high priced whore, while Stark swore like a drunken sailor.
Steve panted at the scene before him. Reaching down he took his own needy cock in hand and began pumping slowly. Tony looked up to see his wanton expression. If he only knew how fucking incredible he looked with his eyes filled with lust.
Tony grasped Loki by his elbows pulling him back to meet his pace, as he thrust harder. Raven locks clung to his forehead, his mouth swollen and slack panting and moaning his pleasure, vibrant green eyes half hidden under heavy lids. "He's beautiful isn't he, Rogers?" Tony gritted out, his voice thick with desire.
Loki looked up at the Captain, "Tell me I'm beautiful, Steve."
"You're beautiful, Loki." He just managed to choke out as his hand pumped a little faster.
"D-don't touch yourself!" Loki shouted, the words broken by Tony's deep penetration. Steve stopped immediately. Loki smirked as he bit his lip. Tan hands pulled him back so they were chest to back. One arm wrapped around his waist as the other steadied on his hip. "Such a good little soldier you will be." He held the back of Tony's neck as he licked and bit at his shoulder. "Come here and let me taste you again."
He released Tony's neck as the blond Adonis stood in front of him. "Tell me what you want, my good Captain." Loki's fingers played across his hips just as Tony hit that precious bundle of nerves causing Loki to throw his head back on Tony's shoulder moaning perversely.
"I want your mouth around cock." His voice sounded more sure than he felt.
"Then- you shall- have it." Loki wrapped his lips around the engorged head and sucked hard, a hiss escaped Steve's lips. His perfectly quaffed hair hanging across his forehead in disarray. Loki bobbed his head in earnest as fingers carded through his short hair.
"How long, Steve? How long have you wanted us like this?" Tony reached down and began stroking his lovers cock, sending a low moan through him that reverberated around Steve. He wasn't going to last much longer. This just felt too good.
"Too long." He panted.
That wasn't the answer he was looking for so he took it out on Loki, shifting his hips slightly he thrust up hard. Loki's scream was muffled and he gripped Steve's thighs firmly. There would be hand prints there tomorrow. "That wasn't what I asked. How long, Rogers?" He thrust into that tight pale ass again.
Steve whined as Loki moaned again. "S—since middle school."
"Do you want to come in his mouth?" Steve shuddered. Loki reached back to grab the hand on his hip as Tony's thrusts became erratic. "Do you?" Russet locked on azure.
"Yes."
That was all it took for Loki to lose it as his body shook with release. "Give it to him, Steve." Tony hissed. He came hard as Loki did his best to take everything he gave. Tony thrust thrice more before releasing with a guttural groan. Settling into post orgasmic bliss, he sat back on his heels bringing Loki with him.
They panted hard, completely sated. Tony turned Loki's head and licked the corner of his mouth. "You missed a little." They beckoned Steve down to them. Kissing him lovingly letting his tongue gently prodded the others mouth. He rested his head on Steve's shoulder as the other two shared a kiss as well.
All three remained quiet, gently caressing the other.
"Guess this makes me the third wheel." Steve joked.
"No, this makes you the perfect fit." Loki says sleepily.
Tony excused himself to dispose of the condom. The Captain picked Loki up and carried him up to his bed. "I do have legs you know."
Steve chuckled, "I like carrying you."
Tony met them in the bedroom. "Next time I want a piggyback ride."
He smiled, "Done."
This time Steve was in the middle as they cuddled close, a clinging knot of tangled limbs.