"You guys going to prom this year?" Steve asked, trying to distract Tony. The shorter teen convinced him to spar with him which he was now regretting. He never realized how fast Tony was and had been playing defense for the last twenty minutes. He did a martial arts Steve was not familiar with.
Loki on a tread mill with ear buds in watched Tony effectively push Steve around the mats as he tried to block his attacks… it was amusing to say the least.
"Nah, my parties are way better anyway." He had taken a jab at Steve. "You going?"
Steve dodged and countered. "Don't have a date."
"Loki and I will be your dates if you want to go." They had started grappling; Tony managed to hook his leg around Steve's bringing them both to the mat with a thud. Steve rolled pinning Tony to the ground, Tony's legs around his waist, still struggling.
"Really, you guys would do that?" Steve gritted out as he held Tony's arms down.
"Sure, why not." He grunted managing to get one hand free for a second before having it captured again. He thrust his hips upward trying to dislodge Steve to no avail. It did, however, force a small moan out of the others throat. Steve reddened and Tony stilled, and then rolled his hips dilibreately.
"S-stop." His face almost the same color as a ripe tomato. He rolled them again. "Tony, please."
"Please what? Please stop or please do it again?" He whispered breathily. The steady pounding of Loki's feet against the tread mill and panting breathe in the background only made him more hyper aware of how close he and Steve were pressed together. The sweat on Steve's brow caused blonde hair to stick to his forehead. Bright blue eyes had a darker shade of blue rimming the iris, his parted lips practically begging for a kiss. They still held each other in a fighter pose every muscle tense. Tony shifted his hips again and clung tightly around his waist.
"M-move, Stark." Steve groaned and closed the distance to his lips. They kissed each other fiercely, like they were still fighting. The prone male drawing blood when he bit down on a plump lower lip. Steved bucked his hips and growled. Oh, did that turn Tony on.
Loki had continued his jog on the tread mill, but had removed his ear buds as he enjoyed the show. He couldn't tell if they were still pretending to wrestle with each other or against. Each struggled to break free, yet kept the other in place. Tony finally managed to get one hand free, quickly shoving it between them and judging by Steve's gasp, straight down his pants. The prone teen on the ground rocked his hips and mumbled indecencies into Steve ear.
The blond finally reached between them, his other hand still pinning Tony's other arm above his head, and gripped his cock firmly stroking him with a slight twist of the wrist. "Do you ever stop talking?"
"Give me something to occupy my mouth with then." Tony panted.
Steve immediately wanted to shove his cock into that rambling mouth, but didn't quite have the courage to do so. His tongue would have to do. He picked up the pace with his stroke. He wasn't going to last much longer with the way Tony had been talking as his calloused hand pumped his length. He let go of his wrist and quickly shifted to pull Tony onto his lap. The slighter boys arm wrapped around his neck as Steve held him close.
They broke for air again this time Tony kissed and bit the side of Steve's neck. He moaned and rested his forehead on Tony's shoulder. He could feel the hold on him tighten and Steve started to shudder. "Mmm, just like that. Come on, Steve. Let me feel you come in my hand." Tony latched onto the side of his neck and sucked hard. Steve came hard, biting into Tony's shoulder. He yelped and moaned Steve's name as the pleasure mixed with the slightest pain pushed him over the edge.
Sitting there panting, they slowly returned back to themselves. The tread mill steadily declined until it came to a halt. That was when they remembered Loki was still in the room.
Both boys looked his direction as he climbed down from the machine. Out of breath himself, he sauntered their way. A devious grin on his lips at their debauched and somewhat surprised expressions, "That was certainly entertaining. Now if you will excuse me I am going to go masturbate in the shower with those delicious images you have placed before me." Continuing past he tossed them a towel.
"Love you." Tony smirked.
"Love you more."
~XXXXXXX~
Tony was right; his parties were better than prom, but damned if they didn't look good enough to grace the cover of Vogue Magazine.
No one could work a tux like Tony Stark and he was rocking the hell out of this one. With Loki's help, they made Steve look like he was the heir to the Stark fortune himself. All three dressed in black with their signature colors to set it off: red, green, and blue. Steve fidgeted as Loki fixed his tie.
Steven, be still. You are not making this any easier." Loki fussed. He was dressed already, sans the jacket.
"Sorry. I feel like some kind of monkey dressed like this." Loki snorted. "You, uh, look really good."
He stopped fiddling with the tie for a moment. "You are not a monkey and you are also extremely handsome. The tux suits you well." He leaned in to kiss those deliciously pouty lips. "And you smell amazing." He lifted Steve's chin to finish his tie.
"Thanks. Tony gave it to me for Christmas. Thought it smelled too expensive to wear every day."
"Nonsense. And now that I have told you I like it, you must wear it every day. Plus, it would make Tony happy." He smoothed his hands down the brilliant blue vest that brought out Steve's eyes. "Get your coat."
"What is taking you two divas so long?" Tony whined as he strolled into his bedroom where they were changing. His visage the eptomy of perfection. He lifted a small tumbler to his lips. "You clean up nice Cap."
Steve's brows furrowed. "Are you drinking?"
Tony shrugged and swallowed the last gulp down. "Not anymore. And don't give me that look. It was just one and what do you think is going to happen at this after party?" He pouted and batted his eyes at him.
Steve shook his head dismissively. He knew what Tony's parties consisted of. No one would say anything because of his money and status. And he couldn't exactly deny that he always had a good time at one of his get togethers . Tony did throw the best parties hands down. He popped a mint before giving Steve a deliberately sloppy wet kiss, causing him to laugh and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.
Prom was prom. It wasn't spectacular but it was, well, ok. They hung out, took pictures and danced. They were there for Steve, not themselves. Rogers was still not sure how to feel about PDA, especially with two other guys. Albeit, devilishly handsome guys. So they hung back a bit and if Steve initiated anything, they did only what he was comfortable with.
Tony and Loki sat together at an out of the way table. Loki lounging in his lover's lap, they had lost the jackets after their official prom photo. He held one of Tony's hands while that chattered on, his other hand behind Tony's neck idly playing with his hair. Steve came up behind them and leaned over the genius' other shoulder asking if they were ok and if they wanted any snacks. They both said they were fine. Steve smiled wide and kissed Tony's cheek, winking at Loki. Both returned with equally bright grins.
One of Steve's baseball buddies came over to talk to him. He stood off to Loki's side. The green eyed teen gently brushed his fingers against the back of Steve's hand. Strong fingers unconsciously laced with his own, rubbing a thumb across the back of his hand. Loki grinned as Tony looked over his shoulder and then back at Loki.
"I think he's coming around nicely."
"Mmm, it would seem so. I'm glad we came tonight, for him." Loki cupped Tony's cheek and kissed his lips. "When does yor party begin?"
"In an hour or so. Everything should be set up and ready by the time we get there." Tony nussled his long pale throat tenderly. "I love you, babe. I love Steve too."
"Love you, and Steve as well." Loki was content. Even with every that has happened within recent months. He was loved.
Thor had convinced him to go back home and at least talk to their mother. There was stil much mistrust and they knew things would never be the same but they agreed to work on it. He still spent as much time as possible at either Steve's or Tony's.
He felt the Captain let go of his fingers and then two strong arms enveloped them from behind. They both smiled as Steve's grinning face appeared. "Thanks guys for agreeing to do this. I know you didn't want to be here, so this means a lot to me."
"Anything for you our darling Captain."
"Eh, it hasn't been that bad."
"You guys ready to go?"
"Whenever you are, Spangles."
"Yeah, I think I'm ready."
Tony and Loki kissed Steve on either cheek as he blushed and smiled shyly. A camera click went off and all three looked up.
"One for the yearbook?"
They looked at Steve. He shrugged. "Uh, sure."
~~XXXX~~
The party at Stark's mansion was, of course, off the hook. The music was loud, drinks were flowing, and snack trays littered every available counter. The mansion was cordoned off into a small section for the party goers. Upstairs, office and workshops off limits. There was plenty of space for the guests to mill about, play games, dance, whatever.
Steve admittedly was having a good time. Tony handed him a cup of rum and coke that he looked at skeptically. 'You only live once, Cap.' Tony had said. So he sipped it, it was ok. He nursed it until another one was placed in his hand. He made the boy genius promise not to get 'shit faced' drunk, which thankfully he hadn't yet. Stark made his rounds, while Loki danced on the make shift dance floor. He moved and swayed to the music. Steve watched him envious at how he could be so carefree sometimes. Someone approach him and hand him a glass. Loki shook his head as if to say 'it's not mine', but the guy persisted, so Loki took it anyway and continued to dance.
There was a bit of commotion off to Steve's left, he went to check it out. Someone had accused someone else of slipping something in his girls drink. The guy in question vehemently denied it and emptied his pockets. Steve and a few boys from the football team dispersed the group. They were threatened with being kicked out if they didn't settle down and everyone went their separate ways. Returning to the spot he was before he instantly found Tony, but could not locate Loki. Shrugging it off, he went back to his people watching.
Ten minutes had passed and he could no longer ignore the little voice in the back of his head telling him to go find Loki, now. He text him as he searched. Walking down this hall and that, he asked passerby's if they had seen him. All said no. His anxiety kicked up a notch and made a turn towards the part of the house that was a little less occupied. He heard a thumping noise and back tracked. Loki stumbled down the hall, one hand on the wall as he swayed on his feet.
"Loki!" He was disheveled and disoriented. His tie was missing, vest hanging from one shoulder, the buttons on his dress shirt open to the waist band.
"S-st-eve." He slurred.
The blond rushed to his as he lost his balance and crumbled to the floor. He took Loki's head in his hands and forced him to look at him. His eyes were glazed over and unfocused. "Loki, hey, focus on me. Can you tell me what happened?" Loki tried to reach for Steve, his fingers grazing his shirt.
"Don't feel good. Don't—"he closed his eyes.
"Hey, no, no. Don't close your eyes. Come on stay with me." Steve slid his arm around him, the black mop of hair lolled to one side.
"Oh—hey, sorry man. Didn't know you were down here." A couple of party goers almost ran into them as he stood, Loki cradled in his arms.
"Go find Tony, quickly." The kid ran off in search of their host. Steve went the opposite direction Loki came from and set him down on the nearest lounger. "Hey, open your eyes for me, sweetie. I know you can hear me. Loki's eyes rolled as he strained to look at Steve, mouth opening and closing like he was trying to speak.
Tony tore around the corner, a few people trailed behind him. Hovering over them he reached for Loki's cheek cradling it as Loki wimpered, his head heavy in Tony's hand. "What the hell happened?" Stve recanted how he found Loki and about the guy on the dance floor. He opened one of Loki's eyes to see his pupils' dialated. Tony stiffened. "Party's over. Get everyone out of here, now."
Steve jumped up and ushered everyone out of the room. Some of the larger athletes attending helped rangle up stragglers and forced anyone out who wasn't willing to go on their own. Doing one last sweep of the house and giving the all clear, Tony locked down the mansion. It would be the last party Tony threw for six years.
Steve returned to Tony's side. He was trying to get Loki to drink water and eat something to help flush out his system.
"Is he ok?" Loki still seemed out of it but not quite as bad as before.
"Someone slipped him a roofie. I want to know who." Tony looked up at the blond with murder in his eyes. "You said a couple of guys got in an argument earlier. Was it the same guy?"
"No, I didn't get a good look at the guy who handed him the drink, but I can tell you the build was wrong." He stared at Loki. His eyes were heavy lidded and his breathing was coming out in short pants. "Tone, he looks a little green."
"Shit," Tony was just able to get a trash can in front of him before Loki started vomiting. Steve got a wet cloth to wipe his face. He leaned against Tony's shoulder like a like a limp rag when he was through. Tony sighed and held him close. He was still thouroughly pissed. Tomorrow, he could wait til tomorrow. If he ever found out who it was, he would kill him. Security, he needed an interactive security system. The one they had was obviously for shit. Tomorrow. Tonight, rest. "Steve, can you—"
"I've got him." He was dead weight in his arms. He didn't know how Loki got away or what spooked the guy, to be honest, he didn't even want to think about it. There was no way he would have been able to fend off an attacher.
"You coming?" Steve looked over his shoulder.
Tony stood there with his hands on his hips with a faraway look. "Yeah, I'll be up in a minute."
Steve went up to their, now, shared room when they were all together and tucked Loki in, removing what remained of his tux and shoes first. He grabbed the trash can out of the bathroom just in case and a glass of water. He was gazing out the window when Tony came in and sat on the edge of the bed watching the shallow rise and fall of Loki's chest.
"You alright?" Steve asked quietly.
"Not sure. I'm pissed Steve. This happened under my own roof and I didn't even know it." Tony shook his head. "He had four missed messages from you. I think it may have spooked whoever it was."
"It could have been worse, but at least he's ok."
"Yeah, could have been." Steve placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sorry about prom. This wasn't how I wanted you to remember it."
"You didn't ruin prom, Tony. I still had a good time and I still get to sleep with my best guys. Even if one of them is passed out by no fault of his own. I'm here with you two and that's all that matters."
"He'll have one hell of a hangover in the morning."
"Yeah, don't envy him at all. Let's go to bed." Tony nodded and let himself be dragged to the the other side of the bed.
He slept with his hand on Loki's chest that night; Steve curled at his back.
AN: Bah! Not my favorite, but im posting it anyway..