YES! FINALLY! A SEX CHAPTER!

Just in time for Valentine's Day. Completely unplanned, I assure you. I'm also going to edit the chapter before this because I'm a little disappointed in it. This one however is perfect and I'm sure a lot of you will be pleased.

The idea for their date of course comes from What's Your Number? a great movie btw you should go watch it. Chris Evans has a LOT of nudity scenes. It's perfection. Anyways, next chapter should be out if my mojo stays up in a few days. Hope everyone has a great day!

Warning: Language and sexual themes

Disclaimer: Does not own Marvel Universe

Comments/critiques are welcomed!

"O-okay, I-" Loki glances over his shoulder at Steve and smirks, continuing his current task. "I know you're going to get me in trouble one of these days."

He furrows his brow and listens for the clicks. "You like it." Loki exhales through his nose.

Steve shivers and rubs his arms, looking around. The parking lot was abandoned other than his truck, slush and ice piled high along the edges. A fresh coat of snow covered the football field. Cold wasn't a strong enough word for the current weather and as Loki stays crouched in the slush, picking the lock to the gym backdoor, Steve shifts anxiously from side to side.

"Please tell me there's a reason we're doing this?"

The lock clicks and Loki hums, putting his tools away. He flicks his cigarette into the snow. "Never snuck into the school before, Rogers? I've heard different you know."

"That's because Thor can't keep his big mouth shut."

Loki chuckles. He opens the door and holds it for Steve, motioning for him to go inside. The door closes behind them.

The gym smelled heavily of floor wax and felt larger with the bleachers pushed in. Without any of the blinding white lights on it seemed almost eerie, the windows providing next to no light at all. It was too overcast outside for the natural light of winter to illuminate the room.

Steve gives his hand a light squeeze. Loki glances at him, Steve's brow furrowed and eyes squinting in the dark. He pecks his cheek and Steve's face perks up.

"I can't see anything."

Loki rolls his eyes. He pulls away from Steve, who gropes for him blindly, and walks across the expanse of the room towards the switch.

"You're going to make this date an ordeal, aren't you?"

Steve blinks at the sudden rush of light as they click on row by row. Loki gives Steve a coy smile and shoves his hands into his pockets, strolling back towards him.

There was a reason to all of this. Loki wasn't simply vandalizing to vandalize. But he couldn't well pull off this date in a public basketball court with people. They'd ruin the chemistry. And the actual purpose of the date, but still.

Loki's stomach was in butterflies all weekend thinking about this. In fact he felt almost giddy about it.

Just the thought of Steve being caught off guard was enjoyable. Already he was flustered over what exactly Loki had in mind for them to be breaking into the school on a Sunday. That and he was sure he'd rather be at home sucking Loki's face. Regardless, Loki had said he wanted to spice things up and that's exactly what he planned to do. He wanted to force a moment between them…one that was going to inevitably lead to something more intimate than kissing in the dark.

Darcy had said to wait for the right moment but Loki wasn't very patient. He was greedy and selfish and wanted to almost force himself into being sexual. Steve had waited long enough and despite Loki's nerves he was going to do this.

He'd even worn leggings to get Steve going.

"Are you excited?" Loki teases.

Steve strips off his coat and scarf, looking around the court. "I'm guessing we're not here to play basketball?" He raises a brow when Loki grabs a ball from one of the racks, bouncing it. "Oh. I guess we are."

He didn't sound excited. Loki smirks.

"I'm not gonna lie, you still find ways to surprise me, babe. One moment I have you figured and the next you're doing exactly what any boring old person would do: break into the school gym to actually use it."

"What's wrong, Steve?" Loki bounces the ball to him, Steve catching it. "Don't you like basketball?"

"Do you like basketball, Loki?" Loki shrugs, Steve dribbling the ball as he paces around. "It is hot in here though. You'd think they could keep the heat on during school, you know?" Loki digs through his pockets and hums when he finds what he was looking for. "Okay, I give up. Why are we really here-?"

Steve's mouth runs dry and Loki can't help but take a little pride in that.

A pair of bright yellow, frilled and lacy panties dangle from Loki's index finger, his hand held high for Steve to notice them. And notice them he had. What it was about sheer lace and frills Loki didn't know but he was drawn to them as well…just not in the way Steve seemed to be. The ball slips from Steve's hands, rolling towards Loki who catches it with his foot.

Loki smiles. All attention was on him then. "You do enjoy me in my more feminine attire…don't you?"

"I don't think 'enjoy' covers half the feelings I get."

"Regardless," Loki stuffs the panties back into his coat pocket, Steve making a small noise of protest. "I do have a reason for presenting them in such a manner." He picks up the ball and meets Steve where he'd frozen to the floor. "A wager, actually."

"Please tell me it involves you wearing those."

Loki raises a brow. "How about you play me for it?"

Steve blinks and looks down at the ball Loki had handed him. He furrows his brow. "You want to play basketball with me…so I can see you wear those panties?" He shrugs and bounces the ball. "Alright, I can do that."

"Ah, ah," Loki grins, Steve smirking at him expectantly. "There are rules, you know."

"Alright, I'll play along…what are the rules?"

"Loser has to wear those lovely panties I was showing you for a week."

Steve grins. "That'll make changing in the locker room awkward. Anything else?"

"The other person makes a basket, you strip. If you miss a shot, you strip."

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me," Loki smirks, walking around him. "First one naked is the loser. They have to wear the panties."

Steve wasn't really mulling over what Loki had said. Most likely he was imagining the sweet victory of winning this little game. Loki allows him to think about it though, giving him the option to opt out. Steve was too stubborn though. If he enjoyed winning half as much as Thor did he wasn't going to turn this down. Loki knew that.

And Loki also knew that getting Steve naked was something he'd wanted for some time now.

"So let me get this straight…if I play basketball with you, there's a potential for me to see you naked and wearing a pair of lacy panties?" Loki nods and Steve laughs, clapping his hands together. "Awesome! Let's do this."

He dribbles the ball and squares off, Loki keeping his stance. He arches a brow. "You don't seem too anxious. I would be."

Steve snorts. "Babe…I've seen you play volleyball. I'm more worried about having to go to the hospital than losing to you at basketball."

That was blatantly a challenge. Loki grabs the ball from Steve and turns towards the net. He hooks his arm and makes the shot—nothing but net. Steve gawks at him when Loki retrieves the ball, dribbling towards him.

"You…seem to keep forgetting who my brother is."

"And you just hustled me," Steve laughs, lunging for the ball. Loki swiftly dodges him and makes another shot. "Dammit-"

Loki grins. "Yeah, I wouldn't go easy on me." He bounces the ball and motions to Steve with his finger. "Strip!"

"That would also explain why you kept on your coat."

"I said strip!"

Steve sits down on the floor and pulls off his shoes, throwing them across the gym. Loki laughs. This was going to be a lot more fun than he had planned. Steve pouts at him, Loki rolling his eyes.

He checks the ball to Steve with a smile. "Here. You take a free shot then. I'm starting to swelter." Steve takes his shot and Loki attempts not to laugh. He was so graceful. Loki bites his tongue, hiding his amusement. "Happy?"

Loki pulls his coat off slowly and folds it over his arm, Steve smirking as he watches him. He throws the coat at him and grabs the ball, dribbling it to the basket and tossing it in, Steve scowling.

"That's cheating, you know."

"I gave you a free shot. And I never said court rules, now did I?"

Steve smiles and takes off his socks. "No court rules, huh?" He yelps when Steve lunges more aggressively this time. Rather than dribbling Loki keeps the ball tucked against his chest as Steve chases him. He laughs breathlessly when Steve slips and catches himself, Steve chiding him again for cheating. Loki squeals when Steve grabs him and throws the ball blindly. It bounces off the side of the hoop, rolling to the other side of the gym.

He allows Steve to hold him for a moment, Steve tucking some of Loki's hair behind his ear. They kiss and Steve smiles at him. "Strip."

"Yes, sir."

Loki tosses his shoes away and slides across the floor towards Steve, grabbing for the ball.

"Oh, hell no, I'm not going easy on you now."

Steve laughs when Loki shoves him with his hips, taking the ball back and dribbling across the court. "Good," Loki smirks, attempting to dodge around him, Steve holding his arms out. "Otherwise I'd be worried your balls fell off."

"I'm going to kick your ass if you're not careful."

"I'd like to see you try."

Loki bounces the ball through Steve's legs and runs around him when he turns to see where it was going, grabbing it and taking the shot, cheering boldly when he makes it. He looks back at Steve who takes off his t-shirt, exposing his chest and stomach. Loki had to keep from losing focus.

He grabs the ball and dribbles back towards the hoop, Steve blocking his way more effectively. Rather than grabbing for the ball, Steve picks Loki up and carries him as he protests, swinging him around. Loki hugs the ball tightly to his chest. Steve loses his balance and they fall, Steve taking most of the blow on his shoulder and arm to keep Loki from being pinned under him. He groans and Loki laughs, attempting to wriggle away. Steve keeps a fast hold on him.

"You're not getting away now, not until you give me the ball."

"Make me."

Steve smirks and leans in to kiss him, lips and tongue moving roughly against his. Loki felt like he was going to melt. A sticky warm feeling was pleasantly sliding through him, making his kisses hungrier, Steve gripping his neck to keep his head in place. They fight for dominance, Steve pinning Loki's hips down with his.

Loki sucks and bites harshly at Steve's lips and tongue, his free hand raking over Steve's hair and scalp. He could feel Steve's naked chest pressed firmly against his and the thought causes his hips to buck. Steve pulls away to gloat, grinning down at him, hair out of place and lips flushed a deep red.

"Give up yet?"

"Never."

They roll and Loki straddles Steve's hips, sitting himself up. Steve's hands instinctively go to his hips and Loki relishes the feeling. He takes a shot, groaning when he misses.

"Fuck me!" He swats Steve when he chortles, covering his eyes. "Shut up, you idiot, that's not what I meant."

Steve laughs and teases the hem of Loki's sweater. "May I?"

Loki lifts his arms up expectantly, Steve sliding the fabric off over his head, throwing it aside. He runs his hands down Loki's sides, feeling the frame of his body underneath the thin t-shirt he was sporting. Loki hums at the feeling. Steve's hand pauses on his ribs where they were twisted slightly, his eyes flickering to Loki's. It wasn't the first time he'd shown interest in this.

"That's a story for another time."

He traces Loki's shirt hem with his thumb, smiling thoughtfully. "You've seen me shirtless before but—I don't think I've ever seen you without a shirt. I bet you're gorgeous."

"Actually I'm sure I look like I've been dead for a few weeks."

"Maybe I should decide for myself?"

"I don't think I'm going to give you that chance," Loki smirks, pushing himself up with both hands on Steve's chest and running for the ball. He grabs it, turning to find Steve on his heel.

They continue to dodge around one another, Steve keeping up with Loki now to prevent him from making any shots, Loki doing the same. Steve steals the ball and Loki steals it back, this cycle continuing as they chase one another playfully up and down the court.

Steve hunches over to catch his breath, shirtless and panting. Loki sits down on the floor and crosses his legs. The ball rests comfortably in his lap. He'd underestimated how much his legs were going to be aching from running around like this. He hadn't underestimated how amazingly sexy Steve looked in just his jeans. Loose denim hugging his tanned, toned hips, boxers peeking out just slightly—Loki wanted to nibble on his hip bones.

He protests when Steve takes the ball from him but not enough for him to fight it. Steve dribbles closer to the basket and shoots, his jaw dropping when he misses.

"Wow," Loki snickers. "And I wasn't even blocking you." He hoots when Steve takes off his jeans, pumping his fist in the air. "Wooooo take it off!"

Steve grins. "Oh, you think you're so cute, don't you?" He hands the ball to Loki, who was still seated on the floor, and places a hand on his hip. "Take the shot, if you're so much better at this than me."

Loki shrugs. He scoots himself around to face the basket and shoots, surprising even himself when the ball goes through the net. Neither of them says much of anything. Steve just scratches his head and stares at the basket as if it were somehow responsible for his loss.

"Well, shit."

The look of shock on Steve's face was priceless. Loki chuckles and raises a brow, Steve shrugging and hooking his thumbs in his boxers. Things had played out as he'd hoped they would, but…it wasn't nearly as satisfying as Loki thought it would be. The exhilaration of seeing Steve exposed again was wearing off and being replaced with guilt.

That wasn't fair. Loki didn't deserve to feel guilty over getting what he wanted. Though maybe Steve not knowing he'd already been exposed to Loki was a little unfair. After all…Steve proved himself shy as well, not knowing what it was that made him so attractive. Had Loki stirred all this up under false pretenses? He only wanted a little satisfaction, just not physical. Not entirely anyway…

"Wait-" Loki sighs and pushes himself up. "I have to tell you something."

Steve raises a brow, unhooking his thumbs from his boxers. "You took steroids to make yourself good at basketball?"

"No, I didn't take steroids." Loki smirks. "And you shouldn't be talking." He rubs the back of his neck, attempting not to stare at Steve's hips so openly exposed. "You know how—the guys' and girls' locker rooms are only separated by a wall?"

"What?"

"The locker rooms. They're separated by a wall."

"…yeah?"

"Well…the showers have a space between them where the pipes are intertwined and connected or whatever and it's large enough for—say—a couple of adults—teenagers, really—to fit in." Loki chews his lip. "And let's say some of the tile was old and moldy enough that it was starting to crack and create holes in the wall."

Steve blinks, crossing his arms. "You lost me, babe."

Loki covers his face shamefully and whines. He was embarrassed to admit it but felt guilty for some reason for not doing it sooner. Maybe Steve was getting to him. All this nonsense about equality in relationships and equal exchange and fair is fair… Loki mumbles his confession into his hands, not daring to look up at Steve's face.

He hadn't heard him. Of course.

"Loki?"

"I've already seen you naked…" Loki groans, hands raking through his hair. He begins pacing around. "Before Christmas break. It was—I mean—Darcy—or Romanoff, I don't know—they found a peephole to the guys' showers and we were—I mean, I was—I didn't—GAAHHH!"

Why was he so embarrassed? It wasn't like he hadn't seen other guys naked before. He'd seen everyone else in the shower that day too. So why? Why did Steve bother him? Fluster him? Make his insides squirm? He shouldn't have said anything. Just enjoyed the second chance at getting to marvel Steve's body…but it didn't feel fair like this. Loki could barely look at him now.

"You—saw me showering?" Loki nods in response, frowning when Steve grins. "Was I hot?"

Loki scowls at him and decides to start gathering up his clothes. Of course if he wasn't going to chastise him he was going to act like a child. Ridiculous. He picks up his sweater and looks around for his shoes, Steve furrowing his brow.

"Hey, Loki-" Steve catches his arm, pulling him in. Loki was trying really hard not to think about the fact that he was only wearing his boxer briefs. "You don't have to be upset, it's not a big deal-"

"I know, I know, I should've told you sooner and it's not fair that I've seen you but you haven't me-"

"No, Loki…" he smiles, placing a hand on Loki's cheek. "I would've been embarrassed too, it's okay. And I'm not expecting you to get naked just to make things even, that's not how it works. You didn't have to tell me if you didn't want to. Although I am glad I know about that peephole now…"

"I am sorry though…for leading you on-"

"You don't have to apologize, Loki. I know you weren't intentionally spying on me and I doubt you were peeping at your own free will." He wraps his arms around Loki's waist and kisses his neck. Loki's heart was starting to thud. "This was a really sexy idea though…you don't have to be so crafty to try and get me naked though. In fact you probably just had to ask and-" Steve shifts and clears his throat. "I suppose this isn't a conversation I should be having dressed like this, huh?"

"I don't mind."

"No, I guess you wouldn't," Steve teases, pulling on his jeans. They both finish collecting their clothes, the panties falling out of Loki's coat pocket. Loki blinks and picks them up. Steve chuckles. "How long is a week again?"

Loki shakes his head. "You don't have to-"

"I lost, didn't I?"

"Yes, but I-" Loki bites his lip. "I'll wear them. It's only fair."

"Loki-"

"No, really, I'll spare you the shame. Besides…" Loki pointedly glances down at Steve's crotch, throwing him a smirk. "I don't think they'd fit."

They both drop their clothes back on the floor when Steve grabs him and kisses him desperately, one hand groping his ass and the other digging into his hair. He sucks harshly on Loki's bottom lip, pulling away. "You're such a fucking tease…"

"Me?" Loki smiles innocently, fingers digging into Steve's shoulders.

Steve presses him against the bleachers, his thigh between Loki's legs, his hips rubbing against his, mouth on his neck. Loki moans and rakes his fingers across Steve's scalp, sliding down the wall and dragging him with him. All of Loki's nerves felt like they were on fire.

He pulls Steve's mouth back to his, tongue and teeth aggressively taking control of their kisses. Steve groans into his mouth. Loki bites into Steve's shoulder and claws down his chest, Steve throwing his head back, hands gripping Loki's hips hard enough to bruise. Loki could feel his body getting excited. Steve takes his face in his hands and presses his forehead to his. His pupils were blown wide, lips swollen, chest panting. Loki took a great deal of pride in his accomplishments.

"Please tell me you'll model those panties for me."

Loki pushes Steve back against the bleachers, his head resting against them. "I'll do more than model for you." He grins, leaning in to nip at his neck. Steve's body tingles under his fingertips, Loki running them gently against his sides, wanting to press him hard against the wall, lick him all over… He makes a small moan at the thought.

But he was more determined for something else.

His hand slips between them—the other hand raking through Steve's hair, Loki's mouth marking every inch of Steve's neck he could—and brushes against Steve's growing interest, Steve's body jolting at the feeling. Loki smiles against his neck. Steve wanted him. Loki relishes in the thought—Steve needy and hungry and panting. Steve desperate for Loki's everything, desperate to feel him, taste him, begging him for more. It was an idea that Loki enjoyed.

He moves down Steve's body, teasing his sides as he goes, Loki resting his head above Steve's lap. Steve whines from the loss of Loki's heat against his, his hands rushing to catch his when Loki reaches for his jeans button.

"Ah—you-" Steve flushes, licking his lips. "You don't have to-"

Loki shushes him, swatting his hands away, undoing his button and zipper. Steve looked like he was going to faint. "Just relax." He hums, pulling Steve's jeans down around his knees, palming him through his underwear. "I know what I'm doing."

"Wh-what about—what about the cameras-?"

"Don't worry," Loki smirks, enjoying the small noises Steve was making as he strokes him through his boxers. "They don't work in here. Otherwise I would've chosen a different venue."

He gasps and whines, Loki enjoying the way Steve was squirming and bucking his hips, his hands gripping at the waxy floor. Steve bites into his lip harshly to contain some of his noises. Loki wouldn't have that. He leans down, glancing up to watch the expression on Steve's face, mouthing him wetly through the thin fabric. Steve's head flops against the bleachers with a moan.

Loki pulls back to breath hotly against the wet spot he'd left, Steve's hips bucking and trembling. He rubs Steve's thighs, experimentally nipping at Steve's hip bones, running his tongue over them. Steve seemed to enjoy that.

"I'm afraid I haven't left much to the imagination," Loki teases, hooking his thumbs into Steve's boxers and pulling them down.

"You-"

"Shush."

He wraps his hand around the base of him, jerking his hand up and down. Steve's noises grow a little louder. Loki licks his lips, the knot in his stomach pulling a little tighter. He hadn't done this in a while. But from Steve's reactions he was doing something right.

Loki takes him into his mouth—slowly at first—Steve's hips jerking, Loki stilling them with his hands. He swirls his tongue and pulls back to look up at Steve's face. His eyes were wide, face flushed, Loki smirking at his handiwork. He moistens his lips again and takes him a little further into his mouth this time, Steve's hands flying to Loki's hair. Loki keeps Steve's hips pinned as he bobs his head to make sure he controlled the pace. His tongue swirls and licks, cheeks hollowing to create a suction, Loki taking him a little further into his throat each time.

Steve moans and gasps and mumbles Loki's name. Loki hums in response, the vibration making Steve's hips jerk. He keeps up his pace, Steve's noises becoming louder, echoing through the gymnasium, his fingers kneading pleasantly in Loki's hair. From the noises Steve was making he was close. Loki pulls all the way back, hollowing his cheeks as he goes, swirling and lapping his tongue, moving back down to take Steve into the back of his throat and swallow around him, humming.

"A-ahh! AH—Loki-" Steve pulls harshly on Loki's hair, his body tensing. Loki keeps a firm grip on his hips and swallows around him as he finishes, cleaning him off with his tongue. Steve moans and thumps his head against the wall, Loki pulling away. "S-sorry…" Steve was attempting to look apologetic but he couldn't stop smiling. He looked stupid. Loki wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, Steve pulling his boxers and jeans back up and fastening them. "I didn't mean to-"

"Relax, Steve, I liked it." Loki smiles at him shyly. "You—you liked it?"

"Yeah," he nods, a little breathless.

Loki runs his tongue along his bottom lip and Steve lets out a noise.

"God, you're sexy…" Steve pulls Loki back up to him, kissing him fiercely and grabbing for his ass. He kneads it with his hand, the other snaking between their hips, every intention set on pleasuring Loki in return. Loki pulls away and shakes his head. Steve furrows his brow. "I just wanted-"

"There's no need. I'm satisfied with you being satisfied."

"Are-" Steve raises a brow. "Are you sure? You don't want-?"

"No."

Loki curls up next to him, settling his legs underneath him and resting his head on Steve's shoulder. Steve's arm slings around him, his hand gently rubbing his side and hip. He did feel a bit squirmy. A heat was still throbbing persistently in his lower stomach and loins. The thought of Steve taking care of that was turning him on even more. He furrows his brow when Steve shifts slightly, his body feeling a tad tense. That shouldn't be the case given what Loki had just done was supposed to relax him.

"What?"

Steve tenses hesitantly, clearing his throat. "Sorry?"

"What is it? I can feel how intensely you're thinking just laying against you like this."

"Oh…" he replies. Steve takes his time mulling it over, Loki feeling a tad impatient. "Nothing's—nothing's wrong…right? I mean—you did that because you wanted to…"

"Rogers," Loki sighs. "Your sensitivity towards whether or not the decisions I make are of my own accord is both endearing and annoying. I don't do anything unless I want to."

"But you also do—or don't do—things because you think that's what you deserve." He opens his eyes, glancing up at Steve whose eyes were steely and hard. Loki felt a little antsy having him look at him like that. Steve's expression softens a bit. "I just want you to be comfortable with me, Loki. I don't want you to do things for me to make me happy when on the inside you're tearing yourself apart. I care too much about you to have to worry you aren't enjoying yourself as—as much as I am."

Oh. Loki bites his tongue to keep from laughing when he understands. "Because I didn't want you to touch me? That's why you're worked up?"

"N-no," Steve flushes. "Not—not exactly…"

Loki pulls his head down to kiss him. So charming and sensitive. It was starting to make Loki's heart ache. "Don't take everything to heart, Rogers. I just wanted to enjoy your taste. Maybe next time you can enjoy mine, hmm?" Steve blushes intensely, Loki grinning.

"You're wicked."

He leans down to lick a stripe up Steve's chest, humming at the taste of him. Loki glances up at Steve's questioning—and flustered—gaze and smiles. "Sorry…I've been wanting to do that."

Steve grabs his face with both hands and kisses him, Loki's eyes fluttering. He drags Loki onto his lap, Loki's hands gripping at his toned shoulders. "Maybe we should go somewhere more comfortable?" Steve kisses down his neck, Loki making soft noises. He grins against his neck. "You could start breaking in those cute panties for the week."

His mouth latches onto a pressure point in Loki's neck, making him tremble.

"Ohh…I thought you'd never ask."