To Loki's surprise, he didn't wake up at all during the night. Maybe it was because he was so exhausted when he arrived in Vail (his heart leapt a bit when he remembered where he was) that he could barely stand up, or maybe it was just because he always slept better in Tony's arms.
Arms that were noticeably missing, as was Tony's warm body that was supposed to be next to him. Unless Tony never came into his bed that night, of course.
Loki shrugged the thought away when he found a curious weight settled between his legs. Thinking that it was a pet dog, or cat, Loki attempted to squeeze his legs together to get rid of it. He did not get a bark or a mewl in response but instead, a very human-sounding yelp.
Sitting up straight, Loki peered down into the occupied space between his legs. "What are you doing?" He asked, his voice still raspy from having just woken up.
Tony looked up at him and rolled his eyes. "Just trying to wake you up properly."
Loki raised his eyebrows. "Care to elaborate?"
Being the pretentious person he was, Tony just smirked at him. "Just lie back down, babe. And close your eyes. Pretend that you're sleeping."
Shooting Tony a curious look, Loki moved back into a lying down position, following Tony's orders and closing his eyes. Seconds later, Tony's hands were snaking up Loki's inner thighs, pausing when they got to the elastic of his boxers and tracing the band all the way to his hip. Smiling to himself, Tony pulled the boxers off, causing Loki to gasp slightly and begin to straighten up, only to be immediately pushed back down into a horizontal position by a pair of firm hands, that then slid down to steadily grip his now bare hips.
"Relax." Tony whispered soothingly, his thumbs massaging his hips gently.
Still with his eyes closed, Loki could only imagine what Tony was planning on doing to him, if the warm breath ghosting over his shaft was anything to go by. His heart fluttered impatiently as he waited for Tony's next move, and his cheeks reddened slightly at the fact that he'd gotten hard so quickly.
Giving Loki only the increase of pressure on his waist as a warning for what was about to happen, Tony dipped his head, and licked a long stripe up his length, stopping at the top to gently suck on his tip, before swirling his tongue around it several times and going back to sliding his tongue up and down Loki's shaft, pausing occasionally to murmur words of encouragement and comfort to him.
Loki let out a low moan, partly in pleasure, and partly at the sudden change from room-temperature air to a hot, wet, mouth. He could feel Tony smirking against his skin as he sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks to accommodate all of him.
But just as it was getting to the good part, and Loki was getting close to his climax – Tony pulled away, his eyes bright and his lips damp with Loki's pre-come. In response, Loki let out a whining noise and spread his legs further apart, desperate for Tony to continue. "… Please." He whispered, his green eyes hooded and pleading.
All Tony did in response was place a small kiss on the bottom of his shaft and run one of his hands up to his stomach to lazily trace his abs, sending a shiver down Loki's spine. "Please who?" He prompted, insisting on teasing Loki.
"Please, Tony?" Loki whimpered back. He hated looking desperate, but begged anyway. His cock was now painfully hard and straining against his stomach, and he was aching for Tony's mouth to be back on him.
Smiling softly, Tony's hand trailed back down to Loki's cock. "Seeing as it's Christmas, your wish is my command." He said, before opening his mouth wide enough to deep-throat Loki.
"Mm… Tony!" Loki moaned. "Oh gods, please, please." He begged, as Tony began to hum, the vibrations making him shiver. He snaked his hand down to where Tony's head was buried between his legs and curled his hand into his messy, morning hair as he arched and thrust upwards into Tony's mouth, getting closer and closer to his orgasm.
"Tony… Babe, I'm gonna- I'm close…" Loki choked out.
Tony locked eyes with him and nodded, giving permission. He kept going even when Loki started to roll his hips and ride out his climax, coming in Tony's mouth with his name on his lips. Tony swallowed, and wiped his mouth with the sheets, as he climbed back up the bed to capture Loki's lips in a gentle kiss.
"You have no idea how sexy you look right now." Tony murmured into his neck, resisting the urge to bite the flawless skin.
Loki let out a contented hum, as his eyes fluttered open to focus on Tony. "Sexy, hm?"
"Yeah." Tony breathed out. "With your hair all tussled, your voice all rough, and smelling of sex …" He trailed off with a fond smile. "How else would I describe you?"
Loki snorted in disbelief. "A pale giraffe?" He suggested.
Tony let out an agitated sigh and shook his head several times. The thing about Loki was that he was either insecure and unaccepting of compliments, or he put on a shallow mask, acting as though he could easily receive praise. It made complimenting Loki hard, as Tony never knew which reaction he'd get. He quickly changed the subject, though, after he glimpsed the clock and was reminded of the date. "Is it present opening time yet?" He asked brightly, reminding Loki a lot of Thor as a child.
Loki stretched and yawned, and Tony didn't miss the way his muscles tensed, making them more prominent. "I forgot it was Christmas. Is that why I was woken up the way that I was?" He asked, starting to catch on.
"It was my way of waking you up without you getting all pissy with me." Tony grinned, patting Loki's thigh as he hopped off the bed. Loki tried to scowl, but was in too good a mood to look convincing. He made to follow Tony, but the other man shook is head. "Wait here." He urged. "You get your stuff out of your suitcase and I'll get mine from the tree."
Loki agreed, and forced himself to get out of bed to retrieve the gifts in his bag. While he was there, he also put on a pair of track pants, much to Tony disappointment. He was hoping one of his presents would be to ogle Loki naked for the rest of the day, but hey, they still had another two weeks together and he was sure he'd get plenty of opportunities to see Loki undressed later.
Crawling up the bed and forcing Loki's legs aside, Tony fixed himself into a cross-legged position and placed several things in between him and Loki. "I know I should've gotten you something else, but I suck at picking out presents, especially for people I actually care about, so your present from me is this trip and everything that we do on it, as well as the parcel of international food I gave you on the plane." Tony explained, looking a bit ashamed of himself.
Loki let out an incredulous laugh. "I still can't get over this. You give me the most incredible present I have ever received, and yet you apologize, thinking that it's not enough. You don't have to buy my love, Tony, you already have it." And you're one of the few that do, Loki added silently in his head.
It was the closest either of them had come to saying I love you, and Tony had to tear his eyes away from Loki's in case he started to panic. He cleared his throat and gestured at the pile in front of them. "Yeah, yeah. Now, which ones are from you?"
Loki ducked his head to hide his frown, and pretended to be sorting them out. He grabbed a thin rectangular parcel and handed into to Tony, who began to eagerly unwrap it. It was an envelope, and Loki watched Tony closely as he opened it. Inside were two tickets to a Black Sabbath concert that Tony had been complaining about not getting tickets to for several weeks, even though it was his own fault that he slept through the ticket sales. Loki had gotten tired of his whining, and managed to persuade a friend of a friend to give him two of his tickets.
When Tony opened it, he cracked into a grin, only for his expression to turn into one of guilt. "What's wrong?" Loki asked, beginning to frown.
"Nothing. I just feel terrible for complaining about not having tickets, only for you to have already bought them for me."
Loki didn't mention that he didn't actually pay any money for them. Tony had been a whiny little bitch about missing the ticket sale, even blaming Loki and Bruce for not waking him up for them, so Loki figured he deserved to feel a little bit guilty. "You're welcome." Loki replied, searching through his pile of presents he'd received from the rest of the group and selecting one from Thor.
Thor had gotten much better at choosing gifts this year, and everyone suspected it was because of Jane. Seeing as he was 21 and at the legal age to buy alcohol, he had gotten Loki a nice bottle of vanilla vodka and had even gone to the trouble of buying Tony a bottle of Jack Daniel's as well.
The rest of Loki's presents included a book voucher from Bruce, several items of clothing from Clint, a suspicious looking box from Natasha that she'd given him before he left (he suspected it was something that he would want to open in private), a card reading "Good Luck" from Pepper (Tony had scowled at it and muttered something about needing to find better friends) as well as cool Swiss army knife from Maria and a nice pen from Steve.
Except for Thor no one had even bothered to buy Tony anything, so his only other present was a stack of DVD's from Loki, who had insisted that Tony's movie selection was satisfactory at most.
And after a very long thank-you kiss, Loki couldn't remember a time when he had felt happier.
The rest of their day was spent just chilling around the house and watching movies, until dinner, where Tony unfortunately wasn't able to order takeaways and was forced to cook dinner himself.
A smoked-out kitchen, an interestingly stuffed chicken, and a hell of a lot of Loki's help later, a perfectly presentable dinner was ready.
Tony had decided that he would just stick to instant meals for the time being.
Dinner was good and was eaten in front of the TV along with a glass of Loki's vodka from Thor. However, there was still one more present Tony was hoping to get from Loki.
Sex.
They hadn't actually done it yet, contrary to the popular belief that they'd fucked first, and gotten together later. So far the only release they'd gotten form each other was a combination of hand jobs, grinding, and blowjobs. Not that Tony was complaining about the latter, because Loki had definitely earned his silvertongue nickname, but he wanted more. And he was pretty sure Loki did too, after all, he had initiated a lot of it lately.
So why were they waiting?
Tony waited until later, when they were in the bedroom, to finally make his move.
Loki was in the process of getting changed, and had just taken his shirt off, when Tony's arms wrapped around his middle and his lips joined themselves to his neck. Loki smiled blissfully and tilted his head back, eager for the ministrations on his neck to continue. They'd done this long enough for Tony to know what spots on his neck caused him most pleasure, and was pleased when Loki let out a low moan when a spot under his jaw was bitten.
Loki would've been quite happy for Tony to continue for a while, but didn't mind when he the hands on his waist turned him around so that he was face-to-face with Tony. He only got a brief glance at the predatory look in Tony's eyes before there were lips on his and a tongue tangling with his. He wasn't exactly surprised by Tony's actions, he was more bewildered by the pace things were going at. Tony was usually more gentle, and slower, but Loki didn't mind.
It was nice to spice things up.
It wasn't long until he had unbuttoned Tony's shirt and pulled it off, closely followed by their jeans. Neither of them had said anything since Tony had entered the room, probably because they were both too busy with their mouths to use them for communication purposes.
It did come as a bit of a shock, however, when Tony suddenly pushed him onto the bed, because that was Loki's thing, he was the dominant one. Not Tony. He couldn't exactly object, though, because his underwear had just been pulled off and Tony's hand was wrapped around his length.
"Spread your legs." Tony ordered breathlessly, his eyes raking over Loki's pale form.
Loki was surprised at his tone of voice, but because he trusted Tony, he obeyed anyway. Now that he was lying flat against the bed, it seemed obvious that he was getting another blowjob. Which was great, because Tony really knew how to give them and-
Hold up.
Loki had his eyes closed, and had missed seeing Tony sucking on his finger (the lube was downstairs and Tony couldn't be bothered to go and get it) and instead had assumed he was just getting into a more comfortable position to suck his cock.
He wasn't.
Loki only realized what was going on when a finger began to lightly trace around his hole.
His eyes shot open and he aggressively pushed Tony's hand away from his lower half, earning a very confused and worried look from Tony. "Loki? Did I do something wrong?" Tony asked with a frown. It wasn't like Loki to pull away so suddenly with no explanation whatsoever.
"I just- I promised Natasha I'd call her." Loki lied, inwardly cursing at himself for being such an idiot. He hurriedly got changed into his long-forgotten track pants, whilst still refusing to look at Tony.
"Can't you call her tomorrow?' Tony questioned with raised eyebrows, quite insulted at being turned down by his boyfriend of all people.
"Nope!" Loki told him as he quickly made his exit.
Loki was almost shaking as he dialed Natasha's number, and it took less than two rings for her to pick up. "Hey, Loki. What's up?" She greeted warmly.
"Merry Christmas!" He greeted, fake-enthusiastically.
Natasha didn't miss the falseness in his tone. "Yeah, you too." She replied. "How's things?"
"Things are… good. How's Miami? Hot, I presume?" Loki inquired. He'd never been that good with small talk, which was probably the reason why he had so few friends growing up. It was hard for them to understand that he wasn't a cold person, he just naturally had a cold voice!
"Oh my god, it is so much warmer here than New York! I'm practically melting. Though I doubt you can say the same, though. What's Chicago like? And have you heard from your charming boyfriend lately?"
Loki laughed lightly. "I'm with him now, actually."
"What? He's in Chicago with you?" She exclaimed, though she had picked up on something in Loki's tone that had told her something wasn't quite right in their relationship.
"No, we're in Vail together."
"Oh you are kidding, that's why he was interrogating me about you! How is he then? Still as obnoxious as ever?"
Loki forced himself to huff out a laugh. "Something would be seriously wrong if he wasn't. Anyway, speaking of boyfriends, how's Clint?" Loki teased, beginning to smirk, and was shocked when she was silent. "Natasha? What happened?"
Her voice was quiet when she replied. "Well… We're a thing now. Like, a couple thing."
For the first time since they'd started talking, Loki genuinely smiled. "Really? Well, it took you two bloody long enough. Almost as long as me." He congratulated her, and was tempted to run and find Tony to tell him the news.
"Er, thanks?" Natasha responded. "It's been an interesting few days for me."
"Ooh, do you want to tell your gay best friend all the romantic details?" Loki joked.
"Okay, one, you aren't even properly gay-"
"Excuse you? I can be as gay as I want, thank you very much." Loki interrupted.
"- and two, it's a long story. You think you wait until the holidays are over?"
"Fine." Loki sighed. "If I must."
"Oh come on, it's not as if your life is void of any romance right now. Your man whisked you away to Colorado, you lucky duck. Speaking of your man, what's up with you two? More trouble in paradise?"
"What makes you think anything is wrong?" Loki replied defensively.
"One, you didn't deny it just then, and two, why would you call me when you could be fucking him?"
Loki groaned into the phone. He needed to make friends with people that were not training to become spies. "That's the problem, Nat."
"What? Sex? Loki, we've had this conversation-"
"I know! But-" Loki protested.
"Did you, or did you not, follow my advice and sleep with him the night I left?" She cut in.
"Yes, though-"
"Than what's your problem?" She cried out. "You two are so fucking complicated, I swear…"
"I didn't sleep with him as in sleep with him, sleep with him. You know?" He said, trying to phrase it as nicely as possible.
"So no penetration?" She asked in a tone that was way too casual.
Loki scowled. "Can you please not use that word? It makes me feel uncomfortable. And to answer your oh-so-eloquently put question, no, we haven't." He answered, clearly irritated.
"I've said this before, and I will say it many more times until you answer me properly; do you want to?"
"Yes!"
"Then what's your fucking problem?" Natasha asked exasperatedly.
"You know damn well what my problem is." Loki muttered.
Natasha groaned. "Are you still worried you won't be good enough?"
"Maybe." Loki grumbled. "And it's not just that, it's about, you know, positions."
"What about them?"
"You see, before I panicked and lied and said I had to call you, he tried to get things started."
"You walked out? Loki!"
"Let me finish!" He told her, an air of annoyance to his voice. "We hadn't talked about it or anything. I just closed my eyes and the next thing I knew… Well, you know what I mean." Loki started blushing.
"And?"
"And that's usually my role. Except for that time in the library, I'm always in control-"
"I'm going to stop you right there. Not because I don't enjoy listening to you discussing you sex life with Tony, but because there's nothing I can do! Just talk to him, Loki. And what does it matter about who tops? You guys can always take turns, right?"
"But I want to make our first time memorable! And good! What if I don't take my usual position and it sucks? Then what? The rest of our time together will be spent in awkward, non-sexual silences? I don't want that! I want him to think of me as someone that was good in bed!"
Natasha let out a sigh and massaged her temples. "Okay, listen up." She took a deep breath and began her spiel. "And listen carefully. Aunty Natasha is going to tell you something very important: Sex is not a performance." She paused for several seconds for dramatic effect. "It is something that happens naturally, and has been happening for as long as the world can remember. It doesn't matter if you don't feel confident about it, or if you have no idea what you are doing. It matters that you want to do it, that the moment is right. It's about being happy, and being happy with someone that makes you feel happy. There is no right or wrong way when you're with someone that makes you feel that way. Fuck him how you want to fuck him, not how everyone else before you has. Who cares about being good in bed? Tony shouldn't. Because he loves you. A lot. And you two are the only idiots that can't see it. Sex isn't a test, Loki. It's about time you realize that." She finished.
"That was… insightful." Loki responded after a long pause.
"Thanks, I found it on the internet."
Loki laughed. "Wow, for a second I thought you were actually capable of being sentimental by choice."
Natasha gasped. "Me? Sentimental? Never!"
"… But I don't believe it."
"What part of it?"
"The last part. About him, you know, loving me." Loki admitted reluctantly. He didn't enjoy sharing too much of his love life with others, even Natasha.
Natasha simply rolled her eyes. "He truly does, Loki. And honestly, I can't see how you don't see it. I can understand if you don't want to tell him or talk to him about it, but I just don't get how you could be so blind!"
"Because Tony Stark doesn't do love, Natasha!" Loki reminded her, wondering why his chest started to constrict as he said it. "And it's only been a month, anyway."
"Like hell he doesn't. The way he looks at you tells me otherwise. Oh and don't give me that bullshit about it only being a month, Loki, you didn't see his face when he found at you were dying. You two idiots have been in love for at least three months, and it's about motherfucking time you realized it!" She ranted, not allowing Loki to interrupt. "Look, do you love him?"
"I don't know." Loki answered, starting to go red. Thank gods Natasha couldn't see his face. Loki could talk about the kinkiest shit without so much as batting an eyelid, but feelings? They were his Kryptonite.
"You don't know or you don't want to know?" She asked pointedly.
There was a long pause before Loki spoke again. "I don't want to know."
"As I thought."
"I mean, I've gotten to where I am right now by not allowing feelings get to me. After what happened when I was sixteen, it's been my only option. It's either that or relapsing, and when this attractive boy comes along I forget all the promises I made myself and start to feel again! I've never told anyone I love them, I mean sure, I've told Tony I'm in love with him, but they're completely different meanings! To say that you love someone is like giving part of yourself to them, which makes losing them that much harder! And what if I lose him, Tasha, what then?"
"You have a very poetic view on love, don't you?" Natasha replied, earning a frustrated moan from Loki. "Okay, sorry. Yes, I get what you mean, but honestly Loki? You really won't know until you try. That's what I told myself about Clint and it worked. So toughen up and just say it. I'm asking you one more time: do you love him?"
Loki hesitated and ran his hands through his hair. "I-"
"Yes or no, Loki."
"Yes. I do." Loki let out a long breath. "I love him."
It took all his self-control not to drop his phone, run away and hide in a closet when a voice behind him let out a nervous chuckle. "I sure hope so, because I love you too, Shakespeare."
Updates are back to being weekly now! And I'm seriously surprised that I'm able to write after Thor 2. Also, Natasha's speech was based loosely on this post: post/26967738681/sex-is-not-a-goddamn-performance- sex-should
Thank you everyone who has left a comment on this, it actually makes me so happy and please continue to do so along with any suggestions you have!