The Age of Frost

by ragnarok-and-roll-it

Frostiron. It's 1973. 19 year old Tony Stark, whose living on the road and out of his car with his best friend Pepper after a falling out with his father, falls into the glam rock scene courtesy of one beautiful and strange Loki Lauff, who lives dangerously and is more dangerous than Tony can even begin to imagine. Warnings for drugs, sex, violence, the slowest burn, & rock n roll.

11. Chapter 11

Needless to say, a 6'2 man in heels, a fur coat, full make up, and with hair down to his waist toting around a shoeless shirtless glitter-plastered teenaged boy who's obviously rocked off his tits, gets quite a few looks in a hotel where the lobby has a genuine marble floor.

Halfway to the elevator Loki has to stop Tony from rubbing his sensitized nipples against the embossed wallpaper and moaning. Tony is determined however, and Loki has to bodily rip him off of the wall and throw him into the elevator.

As Tony lays on the elevator floor, all he can see is shocking green leather heels and white feet.

"Beautiful." He murmurs into the floor.

"What was that, puppy?"

"You're beautiful."

This time Loki helps him climb the length of his body and crashes their lips together. They kiss until Tony's shaking and breathing like he's run a mile.

"Do you really think so?"

The elevator door opens and Tony leaps out of Loki's arms in an attempt to walk and flops out onto the carpet. When he looks up he notices that Loki seems to be swaying.

"We're fucked up." Tony says and Loki throws his head back with a bark of a laugh.

"But we look good doing it. Especially you." Loki narrowly escapes having the elevator close on his coat. "You were born to be on your knees."

To stay true to the spirit of things, Tony crawls beside Loki on his hands and knees, all the way to his room.

Whenever Loki slides one of his cool leather shoes against his bare skin Tony feels it like a kiss.

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Layla: I did warn for a slow burn. I'm also known to take my time. I'm all about the UST. You gotta build these things to unknown proportions of hot before you get to the fireworks display. But trust me, I'm gonna fucking make it worth it for you guys.

Anya: A billion itty bitty chapters (between 200-2,500 words or so) are my style o fic. And thanks! :)

creaturecomfort: Thank you so much! I have probably seen Velvet Goldmine about 9000 times. I fucking love that film.

hulksicle: Don't worry. I'm going to take such good care of you, darling. ;)

Sue, , Loki4ever: Thank you kindly!

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