Loki didn't wake up until noon the next day. He couldn't understand why his mouth tasted like a foot and his head felt like it had been beat with a Louisville Slugger. Tony calmly explained what happened the night before. Loki couldn't remember any of it and that scared him. Although, the description 'freaked the fuck out', may have been more accurate. After Tony managed to calm him down forty-five minutes later, he made a vow to never, ever accept drinks from anyone other than Steve or Tony. Period.
Tony had been in and out of his workshop all morning and after making sure Loki was alright, disappeared back down the rabbit hole. Said he had a major project he was working on. They were used to it. Tony would isolate himself for days at a time. It was amazing that he still planned on graduating with them. He technically could have done it three years prior but just didn't see the point. None of the schools administrators said anything because, well, because he was Tony Stark.
"Wanna go for a run?" Steve asked Loki as he laced up his shoes.
"Sure, give me five." He could use the air to clear his thoughts.
They ran down to the local park, which was a good six miles from Stark's mansion. Steve didn't really do running partners, being that he hadn't found one who could actually keep his pace. So he was shocked when Loki was able to match his speed. Though, when he thought about it, it made sense. He was all leg and lean muscle, plus he ran track.
They didn't speak content to run in silence. They ran until they were exhausted from it and collapsed under a nearby tree. Steve with his arms leaning across his knees, Loki laid out propped up on his elbows.
"You given any thought about what's going to happen after high school?" Steve threw the question out into the air. He had been thinking about it for a while now.
"Life will happen, Steve. We will grow up. Go to different schools, hopefully, not drift too far apart. Get jobs. Go on with our lives." He said nonchalantly.
"Well that sounds dreadfully dull." Steve glanced over at Loki. "You don't think we will stay together?"
Loki craned his neck back. "I am just being realistic. I would love nothing more for us to always stay together, Steve. However, you are going to West Point in the fall and then what after that? You will be in the military traveling the world. Tony will no doubt take over Stark Industries at some point. Judging by Howard's track record, he will be just as busy. I most likely will be going overseas as a linguist in some foreign embassy." He sighed heavily. "I just don't see how this will last forever."
Steve reached over and laced their fingers together. "We will find a way; make the time. Come on Loki, we've been friends since the third grade. Recently becoming lovers. I don't know about you, but I'm not willing to give this up. This is all new to me and I want it to last. Call me selfish if you want, but I'm not giving it up."
Loki sat up and smiled adoringly at Steve. "And this is why we love you, Captain. You have always kept us grounded and found a way to keep us together. You are our rock Steven Rogers."
Blue eyes smiled shyly, Loki leaned in brushing their lips together encouraging Steve to seal it. Which he did. He grasped the back of Loki's head, slipping his fingers through still sweat slicked raven hair, pulling him in closer to engage in a sweet and tender kiss. Loki enjoyed the taste of his mouth and the feel of his lips on his. They parted but stayed a hairs breath away from each other. "I love you, Loki." His eyes full of sincerity.
"I love you, Steve. We love you. Always have." Loki leaned in connecting their mouths again, pushing Steve onto his back and crawling over him. He rested his body slightly off to the side as he carded his long fingers through wet blond hair. They were still cooling down from their run, not caring about the sweat and stickiness between them. Steve sighed into the kiss and held Loki close to him. Parting with another peck on the lips, he lifted his head to gaze down into those fathomless deep pools of blue. Smiling softly he tilted his head to the side. "If we weren't in the middle of this park with children playing around us, I would give myself to you here and now."
Steve flushed and bit his lip. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet Loki."
Loki rested his head on Steve's chest, hearing the fast tattoo of his heart. "You are; you just don't want to admit it to yourself. Not to worry. I will wait."
Steve paused. "You guys would wait for me?"
Loki looked up as Steve gazed down, "Of course. We already have."
"You two really are the best friends anyone could ever have." He kissed the top of a raven crown.
"Mmm, I feel the same. I count myself very fortunate to have you both." Loki drew little designs across Steve's chest with his finger. "I must tell you something though. When you are ready, do not be afraid to ask for what you want. I can assure you Tony and I have probably done far worse that your innocent Boy Scout mind could come up with."
"Wow that almost sounds like a challenge." He smirked down at him.
Loki gave him a wicked grin. "Take it however you like Captain Darling. I'm afraid we may have corrupted your innocence." He lay there in Steve's arms now tracing his collarbone. "Do you have any deep dark fantasies, Steven?"
"I'd rather not say."
Loki gazed up at him. "Tell me." Steve flushed and shook his head. "Please." Steve shook his head again. Loki smirked. "Are they naughty?" He drew out the last word. At the silence, Steve bit his bottom lip; green eyes widened. "They are!" The slim youth straddled Steve's waist, hands on his chest. "Steven Rogers, you dirty little boy, what devious thoughts has your innocent virginal mind conjured up?"
The blond laughed merrily, "I'm not telling you."
"Then I'm going to tickle you."
"They are private. Loki—Loki, no—"Steve giggled as long fingers attacked his ribs. Loki smiled down at him as he continued tickling his stomach and sides. Soon Steve was laughing heartily, full and lively.
"Tell me."
"No!"
"Steve—"
"Nooo—"
"I'll stop if you tell me."
"Not happening." Steve's laughter rang through the trees. Loki couldn't keep the mirth from his face.
"I want to know your dark desires, now stop playing coy and tell me." Blond locks swept side to side quickly. "Alright, I didn't want to resort to this but you've given me no choice." Loki leaned down swiftly lifting Steve's shirt and blew on his stomach. He howled with laughter trying to push Loki's head away as he raspberried his stomach again. "Are you going to tell me?" He went for his stomach again.
"Can—can't breathe." Steve still hooted to the point of tears. Loki stopped and waited for him to catch his breath before he started in on his sides again.
"Quit it." Steve swatted at his hands catching one then the other. "No more." Steve panted still smiling. "I can't tell you, it will sound stupid. But, I wrote a few of them down. If, if I can find where I put them, I'll let you read them." Loki raised a brow and screwed up his lips calling bullshit. "Scouts honor."
"Coming from anyone else I wouldn't believe a word passing through their lips." Loki let his self be pulled down into a kiss. Steve still held his wrists as he rolled them over. "Mmm, I'm starting to see a theme here. So you want to hold one of us down? And then what?" Steve shifted his weight so that now he was the one straddling Loki.
"Now. Now you are going to sit here and take what I give you for being so nosy and trying to get me to confess my private thoughts." Steve paused a moment. Confession. That spurred on another train of thought. Tony would make a great priest, Loki an altar boy—later. He shook his head. Leaning in, he made like he was going to kiss his lovers parted lips then ducked to the side and ran his tongue along that long expanse of glorious pale flesh. Loki tasted salty from their run earlier. He grinned when a soft moan and shudder ran through the other. Releasing his wrists, he ran his hand over Loki's sides, as he nipped once at his neck and then proceeded to give him the same treatment he received.
Loki screamed and laughed, thrashing about trying to get Steve to stop. Who was grinning like a fool as Loki only laughed harder. He hadn't heard him this joyous since they were kids. Oh and how he wanted to make him laugh like that all the time. He wanted so much more, especially with the feel of him underneath him now, even if Loki was just trying to dislodge him. He bucked upwards and Steve almost lost his hold on him. Whenever he found his nerve to take Loki, he knew it would be spectacular. If watching and listening to his best friends go at it were any indication, he too would surely be just as addicted to them as they were to each other.
Loki begging and calling his name brought him out of his reverie. "Rogers—if you do not—stop—I will—not be –re-responsible for—pissing all over you." He stammered between fits of the giggles. Steve bolted up off of Loki causing him to bust out laughing all over again.
Steve pointed at him. "That was gross. Well played."
"Oh, not in your fantasies then?" Loki's ribs hurt as he tittered at the face Steve pulled.
"Please tell me it's not one of yours?"
"God no! Help me up."