Anthony pushed away from him, no longer pinning him against the door, eyeing him up and down. Loki gasped, letting out a heavy breath of air, shifting a bit as his hard on pressed into his jeans. He was pretty positive he was not going to let Tony touch him in any way sexually just yet, though he really needed to get rid of this agonising boner that was begging to be touched. He wanted to leave and run off to his dorm to take care of the need but, he didn't want to be around those memories of his brother. He could go to the bathroom, though seeing as how it was public, he wasn't quite sure if he would get away with it or not. He mentally gave himself three options. He could let Anthony take care of it for him, try to ignore it in hopes it would go away, or wait to see if Tony would leave the dorm for a while and he could relieve it here. Judging by the way the man was standing, he wasn't going to be leaving any time soon, so Loki decided to try to go with option B. Grunting in annoyance at how hard he had made him, he figured this was going to be a long wait. Vomit, dead bodies, puppies, kittens, gore, blood, guts. He ran through a list in his head of all the foul - besides animals of course – things he could think of to try to reduce the ever stiff hard on he had but, it only went down a little bit.
"I can help you with that," Tony said, using his head to motion to Loki's crotch.
"Uh, no, that w-won't be necessary," He choked on his words, hoping he didn't sound too aroused.
"You suck at changing your voice. Let me help. I caused it, after all," Stark smirked devilishly, much like this was his plan all along.
Loki sighed, knowing that he was right and that he found out in an obnoxious way that he was at least somewhat attracted to males. He guessed if he had to go with plan A, he had to be glad that his first sexual encounter with another person of the same sex was with him, since he was probably overly experienced. He met Anthony's eyes a moment before looking down to the front of his own skinny jeans, closing his eyes and moving his head up. He stood there silently with his eyes still closed, working on relaxing his whole body and giving in to the fact that he needed Tony to alleviate the pressure in his pants. He opened his eyes, feeling somewhat nervous since only women had serviced him, narrowing his eyes at Tony. He shrugged, moving his arms up slightly before letting them drop to his side, keeping an eye on the supposed genius. Fucking fine, he thought inwardly, somewhat thinking it decreased but, it only went back to a full erection just from staring at him. His perfectly tanned, built body; wonderful looking chocolate brown eyes; still shirtless, now being able to see what was on his chest. Yes, perfect distraction but, he wasn't going to ask about it, it was just something he was intrigued by. A silver metal disk-like object rested in the centre of his chest, still blue, and thrumming almost melodically. From the way it looked, he felt as if it went deeper behind the wall of muscle and possibly bone, sitting directly over his heart. What was that object used for? He almost forgot about Tony helping his now throbbing cock, until he heard him clear his throat, obviously waiting for Loki to give him a response.
"Alright but, make it quick," He whined, though he really wanted Anthony to take things slow, touching him, teasing, bringing him over the edge at his own pace.
Stark was up against him again, back at his neck but, this time, leaving small kisses down it, nipping at the crook of his neck where it met his shoulder. He allowed himself to moan softly, closing his eyes, and tilting his head to the opposite side of him to grant him easier access to his neck, which allowed him to bite a bit hard. His mouth fell agape, Tony's hands rubbing up and down his sides under his shirt; he loved the feeling of his rough hands against his smooth skin. Tony pushed his legs apart a bit with his own, before moving his leg to put his knee between them, and use it to rub against his crotch. The friction nearly sent him over the edge, so he reached around and clawed Tony's back, practically begging to be touched more. The self-proclaimed playboy was now on his knees in front of him, hands moving up and down his inner thighs, forehead resting against his hip. After he felt he had teased him enough, he worked Loki's pants open, tugging them half way down his thighs. He stared a moment at Loki's cock which tented his boxers, much like he was trying to determine if he could take it all in his mouth, before pulling his boxers down to sit above his pants, freeing his nine and a half inch hard on.
Anthony looked surprised for a second, and then seemed to have shaken it off, since he slid his tongue from the tip all the way down to the base, causing the reincarnated god to shiver with pleasure. He whined at the future billionaire, who was now sucking the head teasingly, bucking his hips forward a moment. His mouth was working expertly on him, sucking down half way and back up, and oh my god, Loki's hands shot to grip onto his hair, pushing himself up against the door for support, groaning. Tony was deepthroating, and damn was it amazing; no one had ever done that to him before. He felt him smirk against him, and a few sucks, licks, and strokes had him groaning and releasing hard into his mouth. He apparently swallowed it all, because he stood up with a toothy grin, feeling all too proud of himself. Loki just rolled his eyes, taking a minute to come down from that high, before pulling his pants and boxers back up, going to sit on the bed. He laid back on it, legs dangling over the edge, staring at the ceiling until Tony came over to look at him.
"Told you it would be good," He said, hovering, grinning like an idiot, much that reminded him of his brother.
"No, you didn't," Loki grunted and raised his eyebrow at him, practically scoffing.
"Well, I was right anyway,"
"Anthony?" He asked, sitting up, earning a noise of question back. "What is that thing in your chest, and why is it there?"
Stark looked at him in surprise, like he had never been asked that before, looking down at his chest, eyeing the object. He looked back at him, trying to decide if he wanted to tell the story or not, before grabbing Loki's hand and guiding it to the metal. It was cool to the touch and he could feel the electricity surging through it, and as much as he wanted to pull back, he didn't. It was weird having his hand against something like that; he had never thought something like it was possible. He let his finger trace around the rim, before slipping to touch the sensitive skin around it. Anthony made a face when he did so, so he pulled away, looking up at him. He cast an apologetic glance before looking at the ground, noting that the man had gone to sit beside him. He was desperate to know, so when he spoke, he had his full attention, excitement running through him like a child on X-Mas day. Tony inhaled slowly, leaning back on his arms; gaze back down on the object.
"Well, it's a long story. Last year, when I was nineteen, my dad had me go to Afghanistan to do his dirty work. I was there to show off one of our latest, well his latest weapons, the Jericho. It was a great tool, mind you but, it was extremely deadly. Anyway, I was in a Hummer in a line of them, travelling with some soldiers of ours, when a bomb went off in front of us, destroying the vehicle ahead. Well, when that happened, everyone and their mother naturally ran out to fight whatever was attacking them, and most got killed. Well, they all got killed, so I left out the door and tried hiding. Didn't exactly work because something landed beside me, and I noticed it was a missile from a rocket launcher with the name Stark Industries on it. The enemy had our weapons. It didn't entirely connect at that moment; because I was too busy running away. I wasn't able to get far before it exploded and I was thrown a few feet into the air and landed harshly on the ground. I rolled over onto my back and saw blood basically pouring from my chest," He took a deep breath before continuing.
"I fell unconscious and when I woke, I looked around to find myself in a cave. Naturally, I began yelling and panicking, noticing something in my chest and hooked up to a car battery. Freaking out about it, I tried tearing it out but, was stopped by someone who would eventually save my life for a second time, Yinsen. Apparently I had met this man before when I was on a trip out of the country with my father on business but, I had ignored him. My father did as well, so it wasn't like it was a big deal, it was six years ago. He told me he had taken a lot of shrapnel out of my chest but, there was still some in me, so he hooked me up to the battery to keep the pieces from entering my heart. Eventually I built this item in my chest that kept it from entering my heart, using some plans my father had previously tried to start up, called an arc reactor. That is what is in me now, just a smaller version. Long story short, I escaped, Yinsen didn't, and now here I am today. I've made a promise to myself that when I take over Stark Industries, we are ceasing weapon making and doing something different. Not sure what, though,"
When he finished, Loki looked at him in shock, like he couldn't imagine anyone had gone through that and suffered what he did. Tony seemed to be getting a bit agitated, so he looked away, sighing and lying back again. Damn, that must be hard. He didn't really have any traumatic things he went through, so he couldn't empathise. He wondered if that is why he had that panic attack a couple days ago; probably was since he basically freaked out when something loud banged. He was still fairly unsure of what made the sound but, he made a mental note not to make any loud sounds around him. He obviously has never thought of going to therapy for help with his apparent PTSD and Loki figured if they were going to be around each other a lot, he would eventually help him get through it. He was watching him, apparently waiting for him to say something but, he didn't exactly know what to say at this moment. He heard him sigh and watched as he looked down and began to get up, so he placed his hand on his thigh and moved closer. Anthony stopped, looking at him, and when Loki made eye contact, he saw a world of hurt and pain clouding those beautiful brown eyes he so adored. He reached up and placed his hand against his cheek, sitting up and kissing him ever so softly.
"Anthony, I know it's hard, and it took a lot of courage for you to tell me that, practically someone who is a stranger to you but, you're going to get through this, and you will be okay," He offered, whispering the words to him.
Stark nodded and tried composing himself, letting out a shaky sigh and began chewing on his lip. He suddenly smirked, eyes narrowing, and Loki internally groaned at what he was thinking on doing next. Sex? Something sexual? Asking him out? He was very easy to read but, something told him it wasn't what he was expecting. Usually when people had mood swings like that, they were mentally unstable, with the exception of Anthony Stark. He had a mischievous look to him, like he was about to do one of those "you asked me something personal now I get to ask you something personal" type of things. Ah fuck, what does he want to know? Something about his past wouldn't be too complicated to talk about, or maybe it had to do with how well he was able to read someone. He supposed he would just have to find out, and find out he did in a couple of minutes. He wasn't really ready to tell him his biggest secret which was being a reincarnated god, because he didn't know how he would take it, and the future billionaire would probably think he was psychotic.
"Now that you know something about me, I want to know why you were running down the street with a broken nose and cuts along your face," He told him, looking utterly devious.
Loki froze when he heard what he inquired, feeling the sting from daddy issues hitting a bit harder than he would have liked. Son of a bitch, out of all the things you could have asked, you wonder about that?! He growled lowly, trying to decide if he should lie or tell him the truth, even though he told him his history with the arc reactor. He felt it would be the only respectful thing to do to be open with him about it, since he was willing to divulge into something so personal with Loki. He drew his tongue across his lower lip in thought, white teeth coming over it in a small bite, sighing half-heartedly. He wasn't one to be open with others by all means, and he didn't understand why Anthony needed to know. Again, it wasn't like they were dating or have known each other for long, though his curiosities were fed with the knowledge of the reactor. He grunted and rolled his eyes, shifting uncomfortably, pulling his arms across his chest in a defensive manner. He curled his upper lip in annoyance, running a hand through his hair, shaking his head. The mechanic was just watching him, patiently waiting for his response; looking a little too proud of himself that he asked such a question. Loki decided to play a little game, push him, and just skim over the surface of his issue. He didn't need to know the details, after all, he had only inquired about why he was running, nothing more.
Loki smirked himself, before responding with a quick, "Got slapped across the face,"
It wasn't a lie, nor was it revealing much of anything, and that seemed to aggravate Tony. He watched him stiffen up, seemingly grinding his teeth together, fists becoming a ball. Was he getting defensive over Loki? You have got to be kidding me. Is he crazy or something, he's acting like they were in a full blown relationship! Fuck! This was not his plan when he moved from Norway; he didn't want to get wrapped up in a relationship, and especially not with someone so damned cocky. Things were moving way too fast, and if he didn't set some boundaries, he would find himself boyfriend of Anthony Stark, future billionaire and heir to Stark Industries. Oh wow, that has a nice ring to it. No, no, no, please don't even go there, Loki can't be doing this, he has college to be focusing on and the drama from his brother, the stolen car, and his father to be dealing with. This was definitely not okay on any level of any form of sanity; this was beyond what he believed in and held standards to. As much as he would love to be with him, he just couldn't right now, and he doubted the young adult next to him was ready to commit to something such as dating. He wasn't the type, he was the one to sleep around and never call the next day. The womaniser, the heart breaker, the one everyone vowed that they would eventually win over. This was, this was not going to happen, it couldn't. In the middle of his rant to himself, a voice broke through, and he tuned back into reality.
"Who hit you and why?" Ah, the infamous question he was waiting to hear.
"I asked one question, you asked one question, you don't get to know more,"
"Then ask me something else,"
"We aren't playing twenty questions here, Stark,"
Loki could feel the irritation coming off of him, and what seemed to be the utter desperation to know every little factoid about his life. Well, he would just have to wait, and maybe after a drink – or six – he would open up. That's another one of his weak points, alcohol. Fill him up with some strong stuff, wait a little bit, and out he'd spill with everything you wish to know about anything. Which is why if he does choose to drink, he is picky on what it is, and doesn't let anyone else dictate his consumption. Oh well, Tony wouldn't figure out about that for a while. He first had to figure out that when Loki calls people by their last names in conversations, it means it is done, and not to continue talking. Seeing as how he shut up, he must have picked up on that fairly quickly, or he just noted the snap in his tone when he spoke.