"Steve... Wake up; I think someone is knocking at your door." Steve opened his eyes and looked down at the black haired teen in his arms. He looked up at the clock on the nightstand and sighed.

"Lok, it's three in the morning I promise no one is at my-" he was cut off by the sound of the doorbell. He sighed. "I'll be right back, stay here." He instructed. He rolled out of bed, and grabbed his jeans as he exited the room. He slid them on as he climbed down the stairs, cursing when he nearly fell.

Finishing with the button, Steve opened his front door to find a shivering, snow-covered, Tony Stark at his door. He looked like a lost puppy starving to death.

Without a word, Steve pulled him into the house and shut the door. He pulled off the brunette's hat and gloves and Tony didn't resist. He allowed Steve to strip him down to his thin white t-shirt and black basketball shorts.

Steve walked up his stairs, retrieved his comforter from his bed, and walked back down. He wrapped the blanket around Tony and noticed that, even in the intense darkness of his kitchen, his eyes were bloodshot and there were streaks on his face from tears.

"Why are you here?" Despite the fact that Tony looked downright pathetic, Steve couldn't keep the edge from his voice.

"My dad found out." Steve's eyes widened a bit at this. He couldn't believe Tony's dad would be cruel enough to throw him on the streets at three in the morning because they had made out in the mall; or even if he had found out about the whole sex in the back seat of Tony's car.

"How and why did you come to my house?" Steve replied.

"Because Bruce and his family are out of town and Pepper and I... well we hit a rough patch. I had nowhere else to go, you were the only option." Well that sure made Steve feel awesome. "And it is his mall. Everyone there works for him. It really doesn't take much."

"Please keep your voice down."

"If the doorbell didn't wake up your Uncle, I sure as hell don't think I will," Tony replied, rolling his eyes.

"My Uncle is out of town." Steve looked down at the ground.

"Then why do I have to be quiet?" His voice rose a bit louder with each word.

Steve sighed. "Loki is here, and he isn't asleep thanks to you."

Finally taking in the view of the blond teen, Tony almost screamed. "Did you fuck him?" Steve clasped a hand over the brunette's mouth.

"Quiet down Tony! I don't want to throw you out, but I will." He looked into the brunette's brown orbs looking for conformation, but all he saw was an accusing glare. "Okay, yes, I had sex with my boyfriend, is that a crime?" He removed his hand.

"Yes, Steve. He's 15 and you're 17! Fooling around with me is one thing, but if you get caught fooling around with him you'll be the one that's screwed."

Steve thought about this for the first time and almost hit himself for not realizing just how stupid he was. Tony was right; he could get in a lot of trouble if someone found out that he and Loki had had sex. He was so lost in thought he almost didn't notice when Tony pushed on his shoulder.

"How angry was your dad?" Steve asked, eager to change the subject.

"He threw me out of the house at ten and hasn't asked of my whereabouts since." Tony replied, sniffling slightly.

"Tony I'm sorry." He was sincere. He wrapped his arms around Tony's neck and the brunette wrapped his arms around Steve's waist, resting his head in the crook of his neck and simply letting his tears flow.

Tony finally pulled away, looking up at the blond his eyes redder than before. He pushed himself up and lazily met Steve's lips with his own. "I really liked having you inside me, we should do it again sometime."

"Tony don't. Loki is hear and waiting for me." Steve reminded him.

"So if he wasn't here...?" Tony asked.

"I don't know, okay. I love him, a lot. But I really like you too. Just don't, okay?" Tony pressed his lips to Steve's again.

Steve sighed and pulled away. "You can sleep in my room. Just don't come out until I tell you you can." He led Tony back up the stairs and to his room where Tony entered, but not before placing one final kiss against his lips tenderly.

Steve frowned as the door closed and walked backed to his uncles room. He slid his jeans off before sliding into bed and wrapping his arm around Loki's waist, pulling his back into his front.

Each teen fell asleep with tears streaming down their face. Steve because he was falling for one person while his heart belonged to another. Tony because he had fallen for a taken heart and his father couldn't stand the sight of him. Loki, because he had heard everything that had just happened between Steve and Tony in the kitchen.

Steve woke up just as exhausted as when he had fallen asleep. His eyes were sore and despite the warmth that was radiating from the teen next to him, he was freezing cold. He pulled Loki closer to him, and the teen let out a small whimper.

Steve forced him onto his back, taking in the full sight. His eyes were bloodshot, his lip quivering just slightly. He quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his hands, trying to look like he hadn't been crying and that he had actually gotten some sleep last night.

"What's wrong?" Steve ran his hand through Loki's thick black hair, speaking as tenderly as he could.

"Was I your first?" Loki asked, fighting back more tears.

"Loki I... where is this coming from?" The black haired teen pushes himself away from Steve and out of the bed. He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on.

"You hesitate, then you don't answer." He grabbed his shirt as Steve rolled out of bed. "That leads me to believe that I wasn't." He walked out of the room.

Steve followed him as he flew down the stairs and walked to his bag. He slid his shoes on and stood up straight. "Loki stop." Steve grabbed his arm, forcing him to look in his eyes.

"Let me go." Loki replied. He tried to pull his arm back but Steve's grip was iron.

"I'll say it as many times as it takes for you to believe it, I love you Loki, and no one can ever do anything to change that fact."

"Why don't you go tell that to the asshole in your room, it'll mean more to him anyway." Steve was so shocked his grip on the younger teen's arm loosened and Loki was able to pull his arm free. "Goodbye Steve," he said as he grabbed the doorknob.

Steve rested his hand on top of Loki's pressing his front to his back and his lips to his ear. "Loki, I love you." He wrapped his free arm around the black haired teen's scrawny waist. "And no one can ever do anything to change that fact.

"Steve." His voice was full of tears. "Just let me go." Steve did as he was told.

Loki left the house with his bag draped over his shoulder. Steve fell to the floor and rested his forehead on the door. He hated himself for not stopping him, not going after him, not even offering him a ride home. Steve was a really shitty boyfriend.

Hours passed before rustling from upstairs roused him from the spot. He walked to his Uncle's room first, grabbing his jeans and pulling them on. He grabbed his shirt and put that on too. He made a mental note to clean his Uncle's sheets before he went to his room.

He found Tony sitting at his desk, looking through one of his many sketch books. He looked up at the blond before turning the page. "It's about time."

"Those are kind of personal you know." Steve stayed at the door.

Tony turned the page again. "I'm not sure if there are more of me or him."

"47 of you, 53 of him," Steve concluded. "I count them constantly making sure there are always more of him." That cut Tony pretty deep.

"Have there ever not been?" He asked.

Steve shrugged, finally walking over to the desk and shutting the book. "How much of it did you hear?"

"All of it. Are you going to throw me out now?"

"What's the point?"

Tony looked up at the blond, surprised by his answer. He was sure he had already overstayed his welcome. "Steve I..." he couldn't finish the thought, because he was really just trying to fill the silence.

"Why do you and Loki hate each other?" Steve asked.

"I'm hungry." Tony looked away.

"I think I have ice cream in the freezer, come on." They walked out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen. Steve opened the freezer and pulled out a box of Neapolitan ice cream and grabbed two spoons. Handing one to Tony and leaning on the counter across from where said blond sat, he took a scoop of ice cream straight from the box.

"That's sanitary." Tony scoffed, but took a bite anyway. Steve smiled slightly, but didn't reply.

They ate the entire box in silence and when it was gone they both threw their spoons in the empty container.

Tony was the first one to break the silence. "Do you still want to know why Loki and I hate each other?" Steve nodded. "Okay, I'll tell you."

Sorry about the delay, everyone… I try, but sometimes I just get really lost in everything swirling around in the scary little thing that is my subconscious. Between marching band and school starting and this stupid cold that just doesn't seem to want to go away, I've been having a bad time. This story will be finished, though! The show must go on! Even if the show is actually just my sad little fan fiction. Anyway, I was saying sorry, right? Well sorry! I have to go though, because just because I don't want to do it doesn't mean I don't have music I need to memorize…