It's late in the afternoon. Sunlight filters in through the paneled windows of Tony Stark's mansion; a single ray bounces off the Empire State Building, onto the bar, then onto the two men who are lying in a sweat-soaked heap on the cream-colored rug below. One of the men, Tony himself, shifts a little, and his partner, Loki Laufeyson, runs a long, pale finger down his spine.
"JARVIS," Tony mumbles absently to his AI. "Dim the windows. It's too fucking stuffy in here."
He feels Loki's lips brush the back of his neck; the god's skin is surprisingly cool, and Tony presses against his touch automatically, rolling over, his arc reactor glowing
The Beautiful and the Damned by LauraiRose, literature
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The Beautiful and the Damned
It starts off innocently enough.
Loki's back on Midgard because Odin wants him under Thor's protection, and Thor feels like Midgard is more his home now, so he'd prefer to watch over Loki here. And then Thor makes Loki stay at the Avengers Towerformerly Stark Towerbecause he's there more often than not and it would be easier for him than having to go check on Loki at an apartment.
(Besides, there's the unspoken theory of Thor's that any building inhabited solely by Loki would end up demolished and halfway to hell in five seconds flat.)
The first time Loki goes to Tony's room for sex, it's late at night and everyone else has alr
Of Stained Bedsheets and Lying Smiles by LauraiRose, literature
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Of Stained Bedsheets and Lying Smiles
It's been seven months, three weeks, and four daysnot that Tony's been counting or anythingsince he first slept with Loki, and he's starting to think it might be more than just sex.
In the beginning, that's pretty much all it was: three or four times a week, Loki would show up in Tony's room and they'd fuck like rabbits, all long limbs and tangled sheets; depending on how late it was when they stoppedand usually it was four in the morningLoki would stay the night, and sometimes he'd stay for breakfast, eating quickly and silently, casting occasionally glances at Tony over his plate which the engineer could never decip
The Devil Plays all the Best Tunes by LauraiRose, literature
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The Devil Plays all the Best Tunes
The first thing that Tony is aware of when he wakes up is the sensation of a sleep-heavy arm on his side. For a second he wonders 'what chick has enough weight to hold me down like that?' and then he becomes aware of how sore his ass is and how the inside of his mouth tastes like a combination of stale whiskey, sleep, and semennot a pleasant taste, mind youand he realizes he's gone to bed with another man.
He chuckles to himself, very quietly. He hasn't been to bed with another guy in years, not since Rhodey, but that was in college, and he was twenty then, and drunk, and cock-sure of himself, and
Oh. Well, nothing's chang
What We Could Have Become by LauraiRose, literature
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What We Could Have Become
The first time it happens, Slash is drunk.
To be fair, he's not as drunk as Axlwhich is a surprise, because Axl doesn't usually touch whiskeybut then again, he supposes that's his fault, too. They'd played a remarkably good show at the Roxy Theater, and then, in a rare bout of camaraderie which Axl doesn't show very often, even though they're all living together at Vicky's, the redheaded singer had slung his arm across Slash's shoulders and bet him twenty-five dollars he could drink him under the table. And Slash had stupidly gone along with it, thinking he could beat Axl out easily, and now he's sitting at a booth at the Rainbow