Chapter 11: Home is where you feel at home and are treated well (Dalai Lama)
Dino had just gotten comfortable in bed when he finally heard T finish his shower. He had talked him out of hurrying to Manhattan, reasoning that if they wanted to take the tree with them, they'd have to give the pilot time to a) get to DC, and b) organize everything for the transport.
And they'd still be able to do the decoration shopping before leaving. This was something that Dino had added hesitantly, and T had backpedaled immediately with his instant-leave plans. They would get their decorations tomorrow, load the tree, the presents and everything else into the jet, and go to New York without having to hurry, announcing their arrival for sometime late afternoon, early evening to Bruce and their visitors from Asgard.
By now, Loki and his guests had safely retired to their respective suites and guest suites, and also Thor chose to stay at the tower, in contrast to the last times he had visited Earth and taken off right away to visit Jane Foster. Bruce had fed them (by ordering the entire menu of their favorite Indian restaurant – even Bruce knew not to cook for four Æsir), J.A.R.V.I.S. had tucked them in, and gossiped shamelessly when Fandral had sneaked into guard Aron's room after all the lights went out.
T instantly smelled trouble in paradise for Thor, and demanded details concerning their lovebirds in the tower. So J.A.R.V.I.S. asked how detailed he wanted to know that the swordsman lifted the blanket, crawled under it, took care to not jostle the young guard's injured shoulder or thigh too much when snuggling up with him… and fell asleep.
It got the AI a grunted "smartass" as response when a laughing Dino was busy getting ready for bed and T ogled his boyfriend as he shed his clothes. When he turned around rather abruptly, declaring that he was going to shower now, Dino just sighed. Both of them had a hair trigger libido in the moment, most kisses escalating into make-out sessions, and having to restrain themselves because the doctor said so became harder and harder.
J.A.R.V.I.S. had tattled on T's activities under the shower more than once already, his concern for his creator obvious, yet Dino had done nothing to stop his boyfriend (his own "under the shower activities" may have increased a bit, though). T was an adult, after all. He of all people should know best when he was fit enough to spend a little quality time with himself. The thought alone sent his mind into the gutter, though.
So he may have let his eyes rest on his boyfriend a little longer than necessary when T finally left the bathroom, towel around his hips, and another one on his head to dry his hair, so he didn't see how Dino inspected the nicely healing scar on his chest, willing the towel to drop so he could do the same on the one for the skin graft.
The blanket made no sound at all when he left his warm nest, the soft noise his feet made on the floor was enough to not startle T when he felt some hands on his head, removing the towel, and then sneaking around his upper torso, pressing him against the warm chest right behind him. And if he arched his neck a bit to give the warm pair of lips better access, if he hummed when his lover's hands chose to rest right over his heart… well… so it be.
"Did J.A.R.V.I.S. blab on me again?" he asked, leaning against Dino, not daring to turn around and claim his lips… he would jump him this time, have his way with him on the freaking floor if he had to. It was more probable that he'd be going berserk on J.A.R.V.I.S.'s wiring in the house, though, if the AI dared to try and interrupt yet again with one of his well-meant but ill-timed "Sir, doctor's orders were…"
Resting the back of his head against Dino's shoulder, T closed his eyes and sighed. "God, I feel like a horny teenager."
He could feel how the lips against the skin of his jaw curled into a smile, how the larger body behind him moved closer, and only the thought about his boyfriend's sleeping attire made him want to speed into the bathroom again.
Yep. Horny teenager. That about nailed it.
"Would a massage help you relax?" Dino asked, his lips grazing the engineer's ear shell, sending goose bumps down his back and a frown on his face. Uh, no? A massage definitely would not relax him right now? Only the thought of a massage made a certain body part rear its head in interest. Again. Like, 5 minutes after he had beat off in the shower.
"You're cruel", he groaned, eyebrows creasing when the taller man did not let go off him when he tried to turn around. Instead, hot breath caressed his ear again when Dino spoke.
"I may have tripped over J.A.R.V.I.S.'s cable-connection to the speakers when you were in the bathroom. So… would a… massage… help you relax? Because I know it definitely would help my little problem here." Without further hesitation or innuendoes, the agent pushed his erection against his boyfriend's towel-clad backside and let one of his hands slide down towards the smaller man's abs.
T did not even try to stifle the moan that escaped his throat.
"J… J will just… call our phones… or the landline… or he'll send some cops… gosh, let me turn around already, I wanna kiss you!"
This time, Dino did not use his strength over him, allowing him to turn, not even completing the half circle before their mouths crashed and tongues started dueling, T's hands sneaking up to rest against Dino's cheeks, thumbs caressing over the slight stubble there.
When the agent broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against the smaller man's, letting his finger linger underneath the hem of the towel, slightly digging into T's skin.
"J can still hear us", he said softly. Stealing another peck, he continued: "You will let me know the second anything feels off. Anything feels different, anything itches, hurts, feels out of place, you tell me." Dino felt his boyfriend nod and started moving his mouth down T's neck, kissing, nipping and biting, feeling his pulse race beneath his lips. T rocked his hips into Dino's, wanting more contact, needing more friction, actually creating right this for his boyfriend. After all, he was the one still wearing a towel.
It also reminded the taller man that he didn't want to rush this and end up fucking T against the wall where he actually might get hurt, but that he would rather have him in their soft bed, as relaxed and satisfied as possible afterwards.
Taking a deep breath, he stole another kiss, T leaning against him eagerly. This time, though, Dino let go off him and rather snatched the towel from around his hips, marched up to the bed and shoved their blankets out of the way before spreading the towel over the sheets and placing a pillow on the head end.
"Okay, lie face down on the bed", he then said, looking up and reaching out for his frowning boyfriend.
"Oh… you were serious about the massage…" T actually looked a bit disappointed, making Dino smile as he tugged at the other man's hand. When he was close enough their lips brushed again.
"Believe me, my customers get a massage with a very happy ending", he assured T, his lecherous grin mirroring the one blooming on the engineer's face.
"All of your customers?" T asked as he got down on the bed and Dino rolled his eyes.
"It's a very exclusive service not many can afford. You wanna further discuss this, or do you want me to fuck you?"
"Hey, you were the one who started with the roleplay", T laughed as he got comfortable, rummaging around in the bedside table's drawer for some massage oil that could also be used as lubricant (or vice versa… they'd bought it mostly for the lube part). Handing the bottle over to Dino he grinned before getting comfortable, stuffing the pillow in position under his head. The thought of being able to do this, to lie down on his belly without feeling like his insides were mashed by the reactor casing… it made him smile.
If he wiggled his ass a bit more than necessary while getting comfy, well…
"I've got a few knots in my shoulders, and I've had to sit a lot lately, so this might need some special attention." He wiggled once more, laughing at the slap that now sounded through the bedroom a millisecond later when Dino's hand connected with his rear. Sitting on the bed, the agent leaned down to whisper in his ear: "We will get there, Sweetheart."
He did not dare straddling T, afraid of putting too much of his weight on him, so Dino turned to kneel on the bed, and started spreading the oil over his boyfriend's shoulders, actually finding some knots to focus on and trying to lower the craving both of them had felt for weeks now.
T's soft hums didn't really help with that, and his self-restraint was barely existing, anyway, so next to working his hands down that warm, muscular back Dino was peppering kisses wherever his thumbs were working on another knot.
By the time Dino had reached his lower back, T's breathing had deepened, and he lifted his hips to adjust himself a bit. His boyfriend just smiled, kissing both dimples, before using his teeth on the muscular globe and caressing over the scar on the other side.
T just laughed, not really lifting his head as he turned around still hugging the pillow.
"Can we skip the legs and stay where you are?"
Dino mirrored his position, using T's ass as pillow.
"Dunno. I rather like your legs, you know?"
The sweet smile on T's face never vanished when he answered. "Okay, let me rephrase that: I will have my way with the entire content of our toy drawer and won't let you watch if you don't get going, DiNozzo!"
Dino lifted his hands in surrender, placing a kiss on T's coccyx before also sinking his teeth in the other cheek, carefully avoiding the scar, fishing for the lube that he had thrown somewhere on the bed.
"You are a very demanding customer, Mr. Stark", he said when he finally found it, opening the cap with a popping sound. He poured some on T's crack and let it drip down, his fingers trailing down to T's perineum before he rubbed them against his entrance. T groaned and arched his body towards the slick fingers, growling when Dino moved away.
Making T spread his legs a bit wider, he ran his hands down the other man's inner thighs, moving to his target between his balls and puckered hole, rubbing and then brushing his thumbs from his hole all the way down to the base of his balls before applying just the right amount of pressure right below where T's balls met his body.
It made the smaller man lift his hips off the bed, moaning a needy "Dino…", so Dino did him the favor, rubbing his fingers up and down on both sides of T's balls before swiping one across his opening again. It was just enough to remind the engineer what was going to happen as Dino continued rubbing all around T's scrotum while two fingers on the other hand made wide circles around T's hole, gradually reaching their target.
When he finally slid one of his fingers into T it was with hardly any effort at all. Scooting up on the bed but never removing his finger, Dino nipped on T's shoulder.
"Have you been playing with my stuff, Sweetheart?"
He got another hum as answer, T raising his hips even more without getting on his knees while burying his head in the pillow. It made the agent worry that the other man was straining himself too much, although he appreciated the fact that even though he was not allowed to train and had lost some weight, T had retained his muscles.
The same T was protesting vociferously when Dino withdrew his finger: "No, nonono, Dino, c'mon! I'm fine, I'm okay, nothing's feeling off, except I'm gonna die from not having an orgasm, goddammit!" The engineer had turned around halfway, still doing a plank that had Dino stare at him in envy as he reached out one hand to tuck a sweaty strand of hair out of T's forehead.
He moved up further on the bed, urging his companion to lie down on his side, letting a finger run along the sculpted edge of the goatee™, leaning in to kiss him.
"We can't have that, hmm?" Dino smiled when they broke apart. T smiled back, his nose bumping against Dino's for another feathery peck.
"Sorry. I didn't wanna snap at you…"
"No problem. Lie down on you back, will you?"
T complied, large brown eyes watching Dino climb on the bed, sitting back on his calves and just watching him for a while before leaning down, bracing himself on his forearms as he bent over T's body to catch another kiss.
"Why, are we vanilla today", T joked, making Dino laugh.
"We'll save the none-vanilla stuff for when I'm not afraid of breaking you anymore. Bear with me, ok?" Another peck followed, then Dino scooted lower, nibbling and biting before licking his right nipple, finally sucking and kissing. He didn't bother doing the same on the other side, knowing that the shrapnel wounds from back in Afghanistan had done too much nerve damage for T to feel much.
So he continued nipping and kissing down T's belly, purposefully avoiding the leaking cock that stood to attention as he moved even lower, kissing alongside his inner thigh.
"Tease!" came the accusation from further up, making Dino grin. The next move he made sent T's head back into the pillow, licking a broad stripe from the base to the tip of his boyfriend's penis while slipping a finger into his ass, crooking it, and finding his prostate with deadly precision.
"You're still a tease", it panted from the pillow.
When T started pushing against his finger, Dino added another, and once those two were slipping in and out easily, he added a third. He had to give himself a rather hard squeeze when T eagerly worked himself on his hand, as if he were afraid that Dino would leave him hanging there…
Placing a kiss on T's lower belly, Dino removed his fingers, having the other man whine at the loss. Moving in between his lover's legs he pulled T closer by his hips, lining himself up, but not yet entering him. He rather leaned over as far as he could, having to give up his perfect position to be able to brush his lips over T's.
"Anything feels off… anything hurts…", he repeated, having the engineer nod.
"I'll let you know… Dino, please…"
Adjusting his position again, Dino pushed the head of his cock inside and moaned at the tight, velvet heat. T's breath came out in short, sharp pants. Dino had to rest his head against his lover's belly and catch his breath, too.
"The next time you get hurt that bad I will scrap all of your suits and lock you up in the tower Rapunzel-style, capisce?!"
Green eyes were glowing at the engineer when Dino lifted his head, pupils blown, muscles bulging under the effort to not plunge into that smooth hotness in one powerful thrust, but easing himself in gently.
He shifted his weight, moving inside him, and T actually sighed: "Finally…".
This made Dino roll his hips, pulling out and pushing back in, again and again, and then he slammed on one thrust dead into his prostate, causing T to yell out.
Before his boyfriend could even think about reassuring himself that he hadn't hurt the smaller man, T hooked his legs around the agent's body, pulling him closer, reaching out for Dino.
"'m fine, don't you dare stopping now, don't stop, don't…"
Dino jutted his hips upwards, pushing directly against T's prostate, sinking his teeth into his pecs when T screamed, his arms closing around Dino as he pushed his arms under T's body, pulling him even closer. The pressure on his prostate combined with the rubbing and thrusting was quickly pushing the engineer towards release.
"… don't stop…"
One incoherent thought that Dino had was that even if he wanted to, he would not be able to stop now, increasing his speed, feeling T's fingernails digging into his back, his thighs locked in a deadly grip around his hips. He did register the high pitched moan that was coming out of Tony's mouth as he came untouched in between them, burying his head in the crook of T's neck as those hot walls clamped down on him, hard heels that would probably cause a bruise pushing him even closer.
His own climax hit him like a freight train, exhaling loudly with every spurt released deep into T's body, riding out the final waves of pleasure, enjoying the sensations for as long as they would last.
Trying to catch his breath, Dino just stayed as he were, sitting on his calves, bent over the pliant body underneath him, his arms still keeping most of his weight off the other man. When T finally loosened his deadlock grip around his hips, legs slipping down to the mattress, hands gliding down to his waist, he dared lifting his head from his boyfriend's chest, being met with a happy, yet sleepy smile.
"Ya may have to go looking for my brain on the floor… pretty sure ya fucked it outta me", T mumbled, taking the effort to lift his arms, his hands cradling Dino's head as he pulled him in for another kiss, lips gently moving against each other, curling into a smile.
"I guess mine's also somewhere down there…" Dino laughed softly, freeing one arm from underneath T to once more caress the goatee™, letting his fingers wander to the laugh lines around his lover's eyes, gently swiping away some of the sweat from T's brow.
"You okay?" Dino asked then, watching how T nodded, how he was leaning into the soft caresses, how he was carding his fingers through his own, easily tamed hair.
"I'm fine. Better than fine", the engineer said, locking his eyes with his best friend, his significant other, feeling unfathomably sentimental right now.
"I love you, Dino…"
He only realized what he just had said when his lover captured his lips once more, not even knowing why he said those three words… he had never said them before! No, that was not true, he had said them, but never meant them like this when it came to his best friend and… was he supposed to feel like that? Did he feel any different? What if Dino didn't appreciate post-coital confessions of eternal love? What if he misunderstood? Or maybe he was just hungry? Tony Stark didn't do feelings, after all, so how should he know? Good God, his brain really must've landed somewhere on the floor if he couldn't rationalize a simple three-word-sentence!
He realized then that Dino was watching him, an amused smile on his face, one arm still trapped under his back, thighs still in place under his rear, softening dick still buried in his...
"How hard are you panicking in the moment?" Dino asked, the smile never leaving his face, never fading when a slight deer-in-the-headlights look appeared on T's face.
"Me? I'm… I'm not…"
"Cause I love you, too."
And the weird thing was, T believed him. Both of them didn't really have a concept of how love worked. They had each other, and a bunch of friends they would do anything for. Their experiment over the past few months had not changed much between them, except their living situation, and having another constant in their lives… it didn't really feel different from all the times back then, when…
Oh shoot, of course she had to be right…
Lips brushed again, softer this time, less urgent, even though T wanted to joke about going for round two… even though Dino had the same joke in mind. They ended up with their foreheads resting against each other, Dino carefully withdrawing and maneuvering them to their sides, both of his hands finally free to once more caress through T's unruly hair.
"That was… unexpected, huh?"
"Not according to Peps…", T yawned, snuggling closer, receiving another kiss on the tip of his nose.
"Yeah, well, the lovely Miss Potts is always right. We should've seen it coming."
Loki slumped against the wall of the shower, his head pillowed against his arm, his chest heaving under labored breaths. Warm water was cascading down his back, fanning his silky black hair all over his shoulders as he sank to his knees. His other hand still circled his rock-hard cock as his testicles contracted once more, the slightly iridescent ejaculate being washed away by the constant stream from the rain shower head.
Stroking one last time along his by now oversensitive shaft he let go off himself, letting his other hand fall into his lap, too, as he sled further down the wall and leaned his shoulder and forehead against the slightly cooler marble tiles, trying to catch his breath.
Normally, he was above such meagre bodily needs, he could easily conjure enough images, enough encounters, be it Svaðilfari, the Chitauri, or the past 200 years spent in court, to quell such desires, to nip them in the bud. Not that he'd had much opportunity for this kind of self-amorous incentives, anyway.
In contrast to Thor he had had an interest in how the court worked and had taken some efforts to carry his weight. He was not only reading, or scheming, or… whatever it was people thought he was doing.
He was working hard, politics was not an easy business, after all. You had to be well informed about so many things, otherwise you ended up making a fool out of yourself.
Other than that… Thor had the worst timing in all the nine realms when it came to bursting into Loki's personal quarters. Not that Frigga was much better, both of them had never really respected his privacy.
Oh… well, at least something that Odin had done better by constantly ignoring him.
Anyway… Today…
Today, in the end, he had thought about simply having a cold shower to escape the slowly burning prurience, not really able to pinpoint why he was even feeling so concupiscent at all. By the time Dinner was over, Fandral and Aron had left, Bruce was cleaning up, and Thor tried to involve him in a conversation and he had to feign exhaustion over the past long days of work on the Bifrost and the attack to keep himself from humping his chair.
He ended up snapping at an oblivious Thor who simply didn't get the subtle cues, actually regretting it again immediately, because he knew that his not-brother just wanted to make up for all those times Loki had been treated like a convenient tool, but nothing more. Also, how could you be mad at the big oaf when he was looking at you with those big, blue eyes, all watery and begging?
"This was uncalled for… I am sorry, Thor. The past few days just took their toll on me. We will spend some time together tomorrow, if that fits your plans?"
The blonde eagerly nodded, a certain topic burning on his soul, that much was obvious. Loki suspected that it had something to do with the Lady Jane's decline of another visit, not that he really cared in the moment. His not-brother received a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before he left the communal room as fast as his dignity allowed it.
As soon as the door to his room had closed after him, he dropped his coat to the floor and sent his tunic flying, struggling with the undershirt and growling at the thought that he also would have to battle with the leather straps and belts, before he stopped his frantic movements and rolled his eyes at himself. A gesture with his hand took care of his clothing, leaving him naked, hard as a brick, and a bit unsteady on his feet as he continued his way to the bathroom.
"Master Loki? Are you feeling well?"
J.A.R.V.I.S. sounded worried. A worried J.A.R.V.I.S. most of the time meant that somebody deigned worthy and competent enough to provide help would be alerted, and then his quarters would be crawling with… doctors, or scientists, or Bruce… or, Norns beware, Thor!
"I am alright, dear J.A.R.V.I.S.. Please…", he had to grab the door frame to keep himself steady, not that he really cared. "Please, lock the apartment, will you? I really do not want an audience…"
"I activated the shower with your preferred temperature settings and engaged privacy mode for the apartment. I will enter sleep mode now. Please alert me should you need anything."
The Demigod silently praised the artificial intelligence for his considerateness, hearing the silent click of the lock as he stepped under the perfectly tempered rain and then…
Well, he for sure was not the first living being to masturbate under a shower. Twice in a row.
Pushing his wet hair out of his face, Loki took another deep breath before getting up from the floor, this time actually washing himself, massaging his scalp with the nicely smelling shampoo J.A.R.V.I.S. had chosen for him, keeping his hair silkier than it had ever been before.
He couldn't help the stupid smile, or feeling oddly calm and content when he was drying himself with pre-warmed towels, wrapping one around his head to not soak the entire bed or his silky green pajamas with his ever-growing mane. When he finally slid under the sheets he identified another feeling, something that had chased away the constant vigilance that made his shoulders tense and his sleep light and fitful.
He was safe here.
He did not have to constantly watch his back here, and if anybody tried to cause the inhabitants of Stark Tower any harm, Anthony's genius artwork of an artificial intelligence would intervene long before anything could happen. And J.A.R.V.I.S. had proved to be ruthless in his task to keep his charges out of harm, more than once, already.
The poor thugs who had somehow managed to get into the service elevator in order to commit some intellectual theft on Anthony's inventions were the best proof for that. In the end, one of them had thanked the police officers for taking them away from this haunted tower inhabited by the devil himself.
J.A.R.V.I.S. confessed with his electronic version of a smile that he might have played with the locked elevator, while simultaneously destroying the Stark Industries employee who thought he would profit more from working with criminals than his extensive SI employee company benefits.
Anthony had just muttered a: "Some people never learn, huh, J?" after being informed about the entire incident, and was frowning in confusion at lovely Lady Potts who needed a signature for his statement a few weeks later, commenting that he thought the entire affair to be dealt with already.
Loki knew for sure that the artificial entity was also keeping the military off Dr. Banner's track. And S.H.I.E.L.D. out of his own hair. Director Fury appeared to enjoy holding a grudge, the Black Widow was not trusted by anyone here, and J.A.R.V.I.S. had made it his personal goal to keep Mr. Barton's childish wrath as far away as possible from Loki.
Rolling himself into the soft blankets, Loki snuggled into his pillows, sending a sleepy glance at the ceiling, still trying to find all the miniaturized cameras that were the AI's eyes, always succeeding to find some, but never sure it were all.
"Will you wake me for breakfast tomorrow, dear J.A.R.V.I.S.?" he asked, smiling as the lights in his bedroom were dimmed, fading out, but never really dark enough to not see the contours of the furniture – he was still suffering from nightmares every now and then, he'd rather not break the furnishing while trying to hide from the Hrimthurse builder, or trying to fight the Chitauri. Anthony had been oddly understanding when it happened the first time, and J.A.R.V.I.S. had yet another reason to fuss over him.
He may be petty, but he liked being fussed over…
"It will be my pleasure, Master Loki. Sleep well."
Loki heard himself mumble something that resembled a good night wish to the artificial intelligence as he closed his eyes.
J.A.R.V.I.S. let him sleep in the next morning.
But Thor and the other Æsir were having brunch, anyway. The b came from breakfast, after all, right?
