![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
Loki & Gilmore (backdated)
Loki and Gilmore discuss the feelings they are having for their romantic interests, and then decide to make out. Because hormones are powerful.
His homework was complete, his online order queue was empty, and he had finally carted every boxed, stamped, personalized, and sealed-with-a-kiss package out to the local post office. Running a small online empire while also attending high school and learning how to survive your mutant abilities wasn't easy, but Shaun Gilmore made it look good.
Sometimes, though, he was tired as hell.
Shedding his jacket and shoes in the rec room after returning the keys to the car he'd borrowed, Gilmore dropped dramatically onto one of the sofas and stretched his long legs out, propping up his feet on a pillow. One eye peeked open to see if anyone was nearby enough to notice just how beautifully he draped across furniture. Really, someone ought to appreciate all this effort.
A butterfly flitted into the room. It was velvety black with teardrops of green trimming each wing. It fluttered down to land on the center of Shaun's chest, artfully completing the tableau.
After a few majestic beats the butterfly disappeared, and Loki appeared on Gilmore's lap. "Hello."
Gilmore watched the marvelous butterfly wing toward him and settle on his person, but only realized this was someone that he knew about two seconds before Loki coalesced out of nothingness. He gave a soft little 'oof' of surprise as there was suddenly the weight of another boy on his legs, but melted immediately into a smile and reached for one of Loki's hands. "Well, hey. That was different. Glorious, by the way."
“Always,” Loki said smugly. “You were too enticing to fly past.” He leaned up to brush a kiss against Gilmore’s jaw and then snuggled against him.
Gilmore draped an arm comfortably around Loki's back and kissed his brow in greeting. "Ah, you're warm. I am spent, my dear. The only thing that could possibly tire me more is physical education." Shaun tended toward a cuddly softness around the middle and really only exercised the bare minimum required to look good in a tight t-shirt. It was one of the many reasons he hadn't joined the Professor's do-gooder team. "I don't want to do anything but lie here until I become one with the sofa."
“May I join you and the sofa?” Loki asked, as if he hadn’t claimed Gilmore as his own personal chaise.
"You're welcome to me, but you'll have to ask the sofa for its permission." Gilmore laughed in that low, brown-sugar voice of his. "Look at you. Aren't you supposed to be out tricking the deserving and toying with the innocent? You're such a cuddle bug," he teased affectionately, ruffling Loki's hair.
Loki grumbled. “It’s an addiction. How do I stop myself when you’re so welcoming?” Shaun’s adjusted swiftly to Loki’s presence, encouraging him to melt into the embrace.
Shaun laughed again, but with minimal effort, just so it was very, very clear how tired he was. "So it's my fault. I see. Taming the wild Trickster, am I?"
“I am not tame,” Loki objected. He stroked his fingers along the arm slung across him. ‘“Hm. Though I did have something to give you a heads up about.”
Gilmore didn't mind being used as a human body-pillow as long as Loki didn't mind being used as a human blanket. "Can you still tell me if I keep my head on this pillow for now?" he suggested.
“Yes. No need to move. In fact, don’t move, stay exactly like this, I’m comfortable.” Loki smiled and tipped his head back. “So, Duo requested a relationship status change. They’re fine with me seeing other people as long as I’m not bringing anyone back to our room, but they want to be... well. We’re going with boyfriends I think, although I’m not sure the label will stick best. Like. Some days it won’t make any sense, but Duo can deal with saying ‘my boyfriend, my girlfriend, this raven over here’ as necessary.”
Shaun huffed in quiet amusement, but remained quiet and thoughtful as Loki explained. Perhaps surprisingly, his first question wasn't about how this affected him. "Duo wants, hm? How do you feel about it? Is that what you want, too?"
Loki sighed softly. “Feelings are terrible, but I have feelings. I do like what Duo and I are together. I just have a very hard time believing it can end well. I’ve never successfully romanced before... “
"There's nothing to it, when you care about someone," Gilmore promised. One hand splayed out at the small of Loki's back. "But if you're thinking about the end, at the beginning, you're setting yourself up for defeat. Don't do that. Take the gift as it's given."
Loki snuggled against Shaun. “It is a gift,” he said softly. “I’ll try to stop thinking about how long I have here, or the ways I may break things. I’ve always been better at causing trouble than setting things right.”
"I'd think that's part of why Duo wants to be with you -- because you're trouble," noted Gilmore with a small, just slightly rakish smile. "I don't want to be trouble for you, though. Is this going to be problematic?" He made a vague gesture toward their currently entangled state.
Loki turned enough to press a kiss to Gilmore’s shoulder. “It shouldn’t be. We discussed you specifically, and ‘other people’ less specifically. Duo was amused by people straining something trying to figure out how I’m his boyfriend, but also this is okay. If anything, I want to make sure this isn’t too much trouble for you. Or if it ever becomes a headache… I think Duo and I are both the type that if people start making judgemental comments, that’s all the more reason to fuck with their heads.”
"Loki, I don't care what other people think." Gilmore almost laughed. "I care about what you think, and by extension, what your boyfriend thinks. I've been 'the other guy' before, and I don't want to go there again. Listen..."
He shifted enough to get Loki to look at him, so they could talk frankly. "I don't have a lot of serious relationships. I date a lot of people, but I've learned the hard way not to make any assumptions. The last thing I want is to be confronted by your jealous roommate for doing something that I didn't know was out-of-bounds. I need to be clear on that, okay?"
Loki met his gaze and then nodded. “The only boundaries we set is that our room is our space. Outside of that, Duo doesn’t want to pursue other people, but assured that I can. You shouldn’t be confronted by anyone.” He touched Shaun’s cheek lightly. “I don’t want to ever make you feel like ‘the other guy’ or make you uncomfortable. I know this isn’t romance, and lucky for you you haven’t fallen helplessly in love with me, but friendship can be just as rare as courtship. If you do get a bad feeling, let me know?”
Gilmore nodded. "You'll be the first, of course. I... look, it's probably nothing, but I just don't want to be blindsided." He smiled, small and lopsided. Hadn't he just told Loki not to focus on the possibility of a bad ending? He should do the same himself. "Maybe you just strike me as the kind of man that someone would want to hoard all to themselves."
“Well, as you asked, that’s not what I want.” He pressed a kiss to Shaun’s cheek and then curled back up against him. “I want the world. Every last piece of it. Every good thing. I don’t want to trade and choose.”
Relaxing again, Shaun answered thoughtfully, "I support this plan wholeheartedly, but there are a few things I think I'd like to sub-let from you once you achieve total world curatorship."
“Curatorship,” Loki repeated, letting the word roll from his tongue. “I like it. What would you like, fairy prince?”
Gilmore thought he'd judged that correctly. Loki wouldn't want to dominate or rule the world, if he had the chance -- far too much work. He just wanted to own it, and have it be his. "Oh, nothing much. Just a small trade empire of my own. Paris. That court harem we talked about." Shaun paused, then admitted, "Maybe Nolan Ross, though I'd far rather he choose to see me than be obligated to. Much more enticing."
Loki had done some research. “You have a taste for well-connected men. Not that they all appear so on the surface. I don’t know Nolan well. What’s his finest attribute?”
Without even thinking, Gilmore said, "His mouth. So guarded, yet so sweet." He gave a little sigh, then added, "If you meant his personality, then it's his dedication to his goals, but I stand by my first answer."
“I like your first instincts,” Loki said with a smirk.
Gilmore caught the smirk, but only put forth enough effort to lift one eyebrow at Loki. "They've served me pretty well. But if you want details, I should say that I don't kiss and tell -- especially not to someone I might later be kissing."
“At some point I’ll meet Nolan so it’s for the best you don’t give me details. Stops me from greeting him with ‘so I hear your lips put The Princess Bride’s greatest kiss in the history of the world to shame’.” Loki feigned an innocent expression.
"Don't you dare," laughed Gilmore, prodding Loki lightly in the side, then the tummy, and then attempting to wrestle him down onto the sofa. Playful as he was, Gilmore watched closely for any signs that Loki did not want to be either tickled or wrestled.
Usually Loki protested wrestling, but this was the sort of wrestling that involved an attractive boy pinning him down, and he had no objections to that. He squeaked and tangled his legs with Gilmore's, pressing his hands against Shaun's chest. "I thought--you were tired," he protested between gasps.
Shaun only tickled very gently, and he stopped as soon as Loki started to hold him back. He wasn't exactly svelte, and he kept his weight to the side, but otherwise he had Loki well pinned to the sofa. He grinned down at his quarry. "Well, you've successfully re-energized me. Your intention all along, I'm sure."
"You are the worst chair," Loki said with a laugh. "Hello, up there."
"Terrible," Gilmore agreed laughingly. He bent down, resting his forehead against Loki's. "Oh, hey. Were you trying to relax? Did I disturb you? I could go. Leave you in peace. Shall I?" Each word got a little softer and a little lower, and a little clearer that he had absolutely no such intention.
If anyone walked in, their current positions painted a very different scene than Shaun’s artful sprawl. Loki couldn’t bring himself to care about public decency. He shivered and hooked one leg around the back of Gilmore’s.
“Don’t you dare,” he murmured.
Gilmore's thoughts were along the same lines; none of the adults of the school would be pleased to discover this, and most of the kids would just be grossed out. Or upset. "We could be discovered at any moment," he pointed out, but he wasn't moving. Not yet.
Loki’s toes curled. “If you’re trying to dissuade me, that’s the wrong tactic.”
Damn. Gilmore was trying to dissuade him, because only a very small and practical part of his head was warning about the precarious nature of this situation. The rest of him -- from the ears down, pretty much -- was all in. Shaun closed his eyes and took a slow breath. "Baseball. Sad puppies. Dad with his shirt off. Help me out, here?"
Loki arched up to kiss the corner of Shaun’s jaw. “I’ll help.” He focused on the room around them the space around the couch was suddenly surrounded in a cube of distorted light. Looking outward was like peering through water, allowing a glimpse at the empty doorway, but the outline of shapes beyond the cube blurred. From an outside perspective, an image of Shaun and Loki lay on the couch fast asleep. “Open your eyes.”
Gilmore cracked one eye open, then widened both at the weird and miraculous cocoon around them. He relaxed against Loki, blinking at the strangeness of the light, and then blinked back down at his friend. "Zone of Illusion?" he confirmed.
"We are but two slumbering souls," Loki explained. "It would be quite rude to interrupt such a peaceful nap." He caught Shaun's lips, biting playfully into the kiss. His voice was hushed as he added, "But you may want to be quiet. Focusing on auditory illusion involves too much concentration."
Shaun bent his head, a small smile confirming his understanding, and his anticipation. "Let's stay quiet then," he agreed in a whisper, and closed his mouth over Loki's own. This time, not quite so soft and affectionate as the first, but warmer and more exploratory, as he curled Loki up in his arms.
Loki thrilled at the challenge. He did love a game. He snuck one hand up the back of Shaun's shirt and splayed his palm against warm skin as they traded increasingly heated kisses. Loki's touch started as a light tease, trying to provoke Shaun into breaking the quiet. One thing Loki didn't account as he raised the stakes was how it would feel when he slid his hands into Gilmore's back pockets and got a good grip. There was the shock of their bodies sliding together, but then the amplification as he caught a sense of how this felt from the opposite angle. For a second he was pulling Shaun closer, and he was pulled closer, and he was mixed up in the grip of Shaun's arms around him and his own tugging desire. Loki gasped and the illusory field around them flickered like a guttering flame.
The illusion allowed Gilmore to think they were completely safe, and to forget that they weren't completely private. Then, he forgot about everything but the heat rising between them like a flame. Gilmore didn't deny himself much, and he liked to be wanted, so he indulged enthusiastically in every new touch and tangle. He loved the way Loki responded to him, willing and ready, as if every new touch were a shiny Christmas-morning gift.
He barely realized it when the illusion started to fade, except that Loki felt more tense and taut against him. Shaun lifted his head, breathless, and started to realize through the fog of hormones and hunger that maybe he'd gone a little too far.
Loki's cheeks were hot. He tried to solidify the illusion and catch his breath. "Ah--couch," he said inelegantly. He still had his hands on Shaun's ass. Well, in his trouser pockets, so shielded by material, but absolutely copping a feel. "We're on the couch," he clarified. "Other people use this couch. It would be... unjust... to ruin this couch."
"... oh." Understanding hit Gilmore with a guilty twist in his gut. He tried, for a second, to untangle himself from Loki, but only managed to slide his hips to one side so they weren't actually in immediate danger. And he didn't really want to disturb Loki's hands. "Hey," Gilmore said softly. "I didn't mean to... you can tell me to stop any time."
Loki stared up incredulously. That martyring statement was enough to clear his head. "Shaun," he said, tone solidifying. "I don't want to stop, but I can't hold this illusion if we rub off on this couch. Even powerful gods have weaknesses. Your hotness will be this spell's undoing."
It wasn't the first time he'd misunderstood a situation like this and it wouldn't be the last. Gilmore smiled crookedly, and took a deep breath. "Well that's a hell of an endorsement," he said unsteadily. "Can I put it on my business cards?"
"You can quote me directly." Loki slid one hand free and then smacked him lightly on the ass. "I promise, if I don't want something I will make it clear. I want. But that doesn't mean this is the smartest time or place."
"Hey," Shaun protested the smacking, but not strongly. His voice was low and gentle. "You're right, of course, but you're the one who needs to move his other hand if I'm going to extricate myself from this compromising position."
“Maybe. Give me a minute.” Loki grinned and nuzzled against him. He did slide his hand free. Loki might need to keep an illusion up in order to exit the room in this state.
Shaun kissed the top of Loki's head, and with a soft groan, rolled himself out off the sofa to land in a sprawl on the floor. He was careful about it, though, so it didn't sound painful. It was definitely cooler down here. "Zone of Illusion is really cool, though," he commented after a few seconds' rest.
Loki stretched back luxuriously. "We'll have to do this again. You can help me practice my concentration."
Gilmore laughed at that. "Now that sounds like fun. Never thought I'd be specially suited to powers training."
Loki glanced over, smile curving his lips. "We certainly won't be doing this during class."
"Ah, no," Shaun nearly giggled. "Private lessons only."
Loki rolled onto his side, propping his head up on one hand. He certainly hadn't expected this to be the outcome of the afternoon. "Maybe we'll work the levitation in next."
Shaun looked up at him, eyes widening. So many possibilities. "Is there anything you can't do?" he asked admiringly.
“I’m pretty amazing.” Loki grinned. Then, feeling like this entire encounter was as delightfully bewildering as it could get, he dropped the illusion, turned into a cat, and jumped off the couch. He nuzzled along Shaun on his way to the door. “More excitement next time!” He promised as he sauntered out the door.
His homework was complete, his online order queue was empty, and he had finally carted every boxed, stamped, personalized, and sealed-with-a-kiss package out to the local post office. Running a small online empire while also attending high school and learning how to survive your mutant abilities wasn't easy, but Shaun Gilmore made it look good.
Sometimes, though, he was tired as hell.
Shedding his jacket and shoes in the rec room after returning the keys to the car he'd borrowed, Gilmore dropped dramatically onto one of the sofas and stretched his long legs out, propping up his feet on a pillow. One eye peeked open to see if anyone was nearby enough to notice just how beautifully he draped across furniture. Really, someone ought to appreciate all this effort.
A butterfly flitted into the room. It was velvety black with teardrops of green trimming each wing. It fluttered down to land on the center of Shaun's chest, artfully completing the tableau.
After a few majestic beats the butterfly disappeared, and Loki appeared on Gilmore's lap. "Hello."
Gilmore watched the marvelous butterfly wing toward him and settle on his person, but only realized this was someone that he knew about two seconds before Loki coalesced out of nothingness. He gave a soft little 'oof' of surprise as there was suddenly the weight of another boy on his legs, but melted immediately into a smile and reached for one of Loki's hands. "Well, hey. That was different. Glorious, by the way."
“Always,” Loki said smugly. “You were too enticing to fly past.” He leaned up to brush a kiss against Gilmore’s jaw and then snuggled against him.
Gilmore draped an arm comfortably around Loki's back and kissed his brow in greeting. "Ah, you're warm. I am spent, my dear. The only thing that could possibly tire me more is physical education." Shaun tended toward a cuddly softness around the middle and really only exercised the bare minimum required to look good in a tight t-shirt. It was one of the many reasons he hadn't joined the Professor's do-gooder team. "I don't want to do anything but lie here until I become one with the sofa."
“May I join you and the sofa?” Loki asked, as if he hadn’t claimed Gilmore as his own personal chaise.
"You're welcome to me, but you'll have to ask the sofa for its permission." Gilmore laughed in that low, brown-sugar voice of his. "Look at you. Aren't you supposed to be out tricking the deserving and toying with the innocent? You're such a cuddle bug," he teased affectionately, ruffling Loki's hair.
Loki grumbled. “It’s an addiction. How do I stop myself when you’re so welcoming?” Shaun’s adjusted swiftly to Loki’s presence, encouraging him to melt into the embrace.
Shaun laughed again, but with minimal effort, just so it was very, very clear how tired he was. "So it's my fault. I see. Taming the wild Trickster, am I?"
“I am not tame,” Loki objected. He stroked his fingers along the arm slung across him. ‘“Hm. Though I did have something to give you a heads up about.”
Gilmore didn't mind being used as a human body-pillow as long as Loki didn't mind being used as a human blanket. "Can you still tell me if I keep my head on this pillow for now?" he suggested.
“Yes. No need to move. In fact, don’t move, stay exactly like this, I’m comfortable.” Loki smiled and tipped his head back. “So, Duo requested a relationship status change. They’re fine with me seeing other people as long as I’m not bringing anyone back to our room, but they want to be... well. We’re going with boyfriends I think, although I’m not sure the label will stick best. Like. Some days it won’t make any sense, but Duo can deal with saying ‘my boyfriend, my girlfriend, this raven over here’ as necessary.”
Shaun huffed in quiet amusement, but remained quiet and thoughtful as Loki explained. Perhaps surprisingly, his first question wasn't about how this affected him. "Duo wants, hm? How do you feel about it? Is that what you want, too?"
Loki sighed softly. “Feelings are terrible, but I have feelings. I do like what Duo and I are together. I just have a very hard time believing it can end well. I’ve never successfully romanced before... “
"There's nothing to it, when you care about someone," Gilmore promised. One hand splayed out at the small of Loki's back. "But if you're thinking about the end, at the beginning, you're setting yourself up for defeat. Don't do that. Take the gift as it's given."
Loki snuggled against Shaun. “It is a gift,” he said softly. “I’ll try to stop thinking about how long I have here, or the ways I may break things. I’ve always been better at causing trouble than setting things right.”
"I'd think that's part of why Duo wants to be with you -- because you're trouble," noted Gilmore with a small, just slightly rakish smile. "I don't want to be trouble for you, though. Is this going to be problematic?" He made a vague gesture toward their currently entangled state.
Loki turned enough to press a kiss to Gilmore’s shoulder. “It shouldn’t be. We discussed you specifically, and ‘other people’ less specifically. Duo was amused by people straining something trying to figure out how I’m his boyfriend, but also this is okay. If anything, I want to make sure this isn’t too much trouble for you. Or if it ever becomes a headache… I think Duo and I are both the type that if people start making judgemental comments, that’s all the more reason to fuck with their heads.”
"Loki, I don't care what other people think." Gilmore almost laughed. "I care about what you think, and by extension, what your boyfriend thinks. I've been 'the other guy' before, and I don't want to go there again. Listen..."
He shifted enough to get Loki to look at him, so they could talk frankly. "I don't have a lot of serious relationships. I date a lot of people, but I've learned the hard way not to make any assumptions. The last thing I want is to be confronted by your jealous roommate for doing something that I didn't know was out-of-bounds. I need to be clear on that, okay?"
Loki met his gaze and then nodded. “The only boundaries we set is that our room is our space. Outside of that, Duo doesn’t want to pursue other people, but assured that I can. You shouldn’t be confronted by anyone.” He touched Shaun’s cheek lightly. “I don’t want to ever make you feel like ‘the other guy’ or make you uncomfortable. I know this isn’t romance, and lucky for you you haven’t fallen helplessly in love with me, but friendship can be just as rare as courtship. If you do get a bad feeling, let me know?”
Gilmore nodded. "You'll be the first, of course. I... look, it's probably nothing, but I just don't want to be blindsided." He smiled, small and lopsided. Hadn't he just told Loki not to focus on the possibility of a bad ending? He should do the same himself. "Maybe you just strike me as the kind of man that someone would want to hoard all to themselves."
“Well, as you asked, that’s not what I want.” He pressed a kiss to Shaun’s cheek and then curled back up against him. “I want the world. Every last piece of it. Every good thing. I don’t want to trade and choose.”
Relaxing again, Shaun answered thoughtfully, "I support this plan wholeheartedly, but there are a few things I think I'd like to sub-let from you once you achieve total world curatorship."
“Curatorship,” Loki repeated, letting the word roll from his tongue. “I like it. What would you like, fairy prince?”
Gilmore thought he'd judged that correctly. Loki wouldn't want to dominate or rule the world, if he had the chance -- far too much work. He just wanted to own it, and have it be his. "Oh, nothing much. Just a small trade empire of my own. Paris. That court harem we talked about." Shaun paused, then admitted, "Maybe Nolan Ross, though I'd far rather he choose to see me than be obligated to. Much more enticing."
Loki had done some research. “You have a taste for well-connected men. Not that they all appear so on the surface. I don’t know Nolan well. What’s his finest attribute?”
Without even thinking, Gilmore said, "His mouth. So guarded, yet so sweet." He gave a little sigh, then added, "If you meant his personality, then it's his dedication to his goals, but I stand by my first answer."
“I like your first instincts,” Loki said with a smirk.
Gilmore caught the smirk, but only put forth enough effort to lift one eyebrow at Loki. "They've served me pretty well. But if you want details, I should say that I don't kiss and tell -- especially not to someone I might later be kissing."
“At some point I’ll meet Nolan so it’s for the best you don’t give me details. Stops me from greeting him with ‘so I hear your lips put The Princess Bride’s greatest kiss in the history of the world to shame’.” Loki feigned an innocent expression.
"Don't you dare," laughed Gilmore, prodding Loki lightly in the side, then the tummy, and then attempting to wrestle him down onto the sofa. Playful as he was, Gilmore watched closely for any signs that Loki did not want to be either tickled or wrestled.
Usually Loki protested wrestling, but this was the sort of wrestling that involved an attractive boy pinning him down, and he had no objections to that. He squeaked and tangled his legs with Gilmore's, pressing his hands against Shaun's chest. "I thought--you were tired," he protested between gasps.
Shaun only tickled very gently, and he stopped as soon as Loki started to hold him back. He wasn't exactly svelte, and he kept his weight to the side, but otherwise he had Loki well pinned to the sofa. He grinned down at his quarry. "Well, you've successfully re-energized me. Your intention all along, I'm sure."
"You are the worst chair," Loki said with a laugh. "Hello, up there."
"Terrible," Gilmore agreed laughingly. He bent down, resting his forehead against Loki's. "Oh, hey. Were you trying to relax? Did I disturb you? I could go. Leave you in peace. Shall I?" Each word got a little softer and a little lower, and a little clearer that he had absolutely no such intention.
If anyone walked in, their current positions painted a very different scene than Shaun’s artful sprawl. Loki couldn’t bring himself to care about public decency. He shivered and hooked one leg around the back of Gilmore’s.
“Don’t you dare,” he murmured.
Gilmore's thoughts were along the same lines; none of the adults of the school would be pleased to discover this, and most of the kids would just be grossed out. Or upset. "We could be discovered at any moment," he pointed out, but he wasn't moving. Not yet.
Loki’s toes curled. “If you’re trying to dissuade me, that’s the wrong tactic.”
Damn. Gilmore was trying to dissuade him, because only a very small and practical part of his head was warning about the precarious nature of this situation. The rest of him -- from the ears down, pretty much -- was all in. Shaun closed his eyes and took a slow breath. "Baseball. Sad puppies. Dad with his shirt off. Help me out, here?"
Loki arched up to kiss the corner of Shaun’s jaw. “I’ll help.” He focused on the room around them the space around the couch was suddenly surrounded in a cube of distorted light. Looking outward was like peering through water, allowing a glimpse at the empty doorway, but the outline of shapes beyond the cube blurred. From an outside perspective, an image of Shaun and Loki lay on the couch fast asleep. “Open your eyes.”
Gilmore cracked one eye open, then widened both at the weird and miraculous cocoon around them. He relaxed against Loki, blinking at the strangeness of the light, and then blinked back down at his friend. "Zone of Illusion?" he confirmed.
"We are but two slumbering souls," Loki explained. "It would be quite rude to interrupt such a peaceful nap." He caught Shaun's lips, biting playfully into the kiss. His voice was hushed as he added, "But you may want to be quiet. Focusing on auditory illusion involves too much concentration."
Shaun bent his head, a small smile confirming his understanding, and his anticipation. "Let's stay quiet then," he agreed in a whisper, and closed his mouth over Loki's own. This time, not quite so soft and affectionate as the first, but warmer and more exploratory, as he curled Loki up in his arms.
Loki thrilled at the challenge. He did love a game. He snuck one hand up the back of Shaun's shirt and splayed his palm against warm skin as they traded increasingly heated kisses. Loki's touch started as a light tease, trying to provoke Shaun into breaking the quiet. One thing Loki didn't account as he raised the stakes was how it would feel when he slid his hands into Gilmore's back pockets and got a good grip. There was the shock of their bodies sliding together, but then the amplification as he caught a sense of how this felt from the opposite angle. For a second he was pulling Shaun closer, and he was pulled closer, and he was mixed up in the grip of Shaun's arms around him and his own tugging desire. Loki gasped and the illusory field around them flickered like a guttering flame.
The illusion allowed Gilmore to think they were completely safe, and to forget that they weren't completely private. Then, he forgot about everything but the heat rising between them like a flame. Gilmore didn't deny himself much, and he liked to be wanted, so he indulged enthusiastically in every new touch and tangle. He loved the way Loki responded to him, willing and ready, as if every new touch were a shiny Christmas-morning gift.
He barely realized it when the illusion started to fade, except that Loki felt more tense and taut against him. Shaun lifted his head, breathless, and started to realize through the fog of hormones and hunger that maybe he'd gone a little too far.
Loki's cheeks were hot. He tried to solidify the illusion and catch his breath. "Ah--couch," he said inelegantly. He still had his hands on Shaun's ass. Well, in his trouser pockets, so shielded by material, but absolutely copping a feel. "We're on the couch," he clarified. "Other people use this couch. It would be... unjust... to ruin this couch."
"... oh." Understanding hit Gilmore with a guilty twist in his gut. He tried, for a second, to untangle himself from Loki, but only managed to slide his hips to one side so they weren't actually in immediate danger. And he didn't really want to disturb Loki's hands. "Hey," Gilmore said softly. "I didn't mean to... you can tell me to stop any time."
Loki stared up incredulously. That martyring statement was enough to clear his head. "Shaun," he said, tone solidifying. "I don't want to stop, but I can't hold this illusion if we rub off on this couch. Even powerful gods have weaknesses. Your hotness will be this spell's undoing."
It wasn't the first time he'd misunderstood a situation like this and it wouldn't be the last. Gilmore smiled crookedly, and took a deep breath. "Well that's a hell of an endorsement," he said unsteadily. "Can I put it on my business cards?"
"You can quote me directly." Loki slid one hand free and then smacked him lightly on the ass. "I promise, if I don't want something I will make it clear. I want. But that doesn't mean this is the smartest time or place."
"Hey," Shaun protested the smacking, but not strongly. His voice was low and gentle. "You're right, of course, but you're the one who needs to move his other hand if I'm going to extricate myself from this compromising position."
“Maybe. Give me a minute.” Loki grinned and nuzzled against him. He did slide his hand free. Loki might need to keep an illusion up in order to exit the room in this state.
Shaun kissed the top of Loki's head, and with a soft groan, rolled himself out off the sofa to land in a sprawl on the floor. He was careful about it, though, so it didn't sound painful. It was definitely cooler down here. "Zone of Illusion is really cool, though," he commented after a few seconds' rest.
Loki stretched back luxuriously. "We'll have to do this again. You can help me practice my concentration."
Gilmore laughed at that. "Now that sounds like fun. Never thought I'd be specially suited to powers training."
Loki glanced over, smile curving his lips. "We certainly won't be doing this during class."
"Ah, no," Shaun nearly giggled. "Private lessons only."
Loki rolled onto his side, propping his head up on one hand. He certainly hadn't expected this to be the outcome of the afternoon. "Maybe we'll work the levitation in next."
Shaun looked up at him, eyes widening. So many possibilities. "Is there anything you can't do?" he asked admiringly.
“I’m pretty amazing.” Loki grinned. Then, feeling like this entire encounter was as delightfully bewildering as it could get, he dropped the illusion, turned into a cat, and jumped off the couch. He nuzzled along Shaun on his way to the door. “More excitement next time!” He promised as he sauntered out the door.
no subject
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
(no subject)