Love In Odd Places (Steve Rogers x Loki) (BoyxBoy)

Loki Kissed Me and I Think I Liked It

  Even after the door slammed shut and Loki was locked in his room, Steve couldn't help but stand there in the hall confused and shocked. Slowly, he brought his hand to his lips trying to piece together what had just happened.
The quick kiss had startled him. Not just in the way that it was unexpected, but also because he wanted it to last longer than it did. The quick kiss left his lips tingling and his stomach rolling around in tight knots.
He could still feel the god's lips on his, so soft yet firm. It felt...good.
Steve shook his head and finally moved, heading to his room. He sat down on his bed and thought over this kiss. He sighed and gave up on trying to piece it together on his own.
He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and dialed the one number he knew would be able to help him.
"Hey, Capsicle! I was just thinking about you!"
Steve could hear the music blaring from the other end of the line as Tony's voice called through. Before he could say anything though, Tony continued on.
"Listen, Cap, I had an amazing idea about Professor Snape over there. You see, he uses magic-or at least science that we have yet to understand and-"
Before Tony could finish his sentence Steve cut him off quickly, "Loki kissed me and I think I liked it."
The other end of the line went so quiet the captain almost thought Tony hung up. "Tony?"
"Yeah. Still here, Cap, just trying to process what you said."
"It's like I said, Tony," Steve sighed, "Loki kissed me, and I'm not sure how I feel about it."
Steve could hear Tony clear his throat before he heard him moving around. "Well, what kind of kiss was it?"
"Does that really matter, Tony?"
"Of course it matter, Spangles! The type of kiss always matters!"
"It wasn't anything special, I guess. He just kissed me and then ran into his room." Steve's hand moved to his lips again unconsciously.
"Wow, Steve, either you suck at kissing and the guy was running away from you-"
"Be serious, Tony."
"Oh, I am. Some people just shouldn't kiss, Cap, you could be one of them."
"Whatever. What else?"
"Or he didn't mean to do it, which makes no sense for Rock of Ages. He always has a plan. Be careful, Cap. If that's the case he's probably up to something."
Steve shrugged even though he knew the scientist couldn't see him. "I don't know. He almost seemed as surprised as me."
"Look, Steve, nothing good is going to come out of this. Keep your distance."
"Kind of impossible to do when I live with him. Besides, I can't just keep my distance, I have to keep an eye on him."
"That's why I think you should move into the tower with the science bros. With my marvelous self and Bruce here we could all keep him in check."
"Thanks for the offer, Tony, but I have to decline. I just can't do that."
Tony sighed, "Fine, fine, I get it."
Steve leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and closing his eyes. "Look, Tony, I called you to try and figure out what just happened but I'm still as confused as before I got on the phone."
The self proclaimed genius was silent for a moment before responding, "Did you say you think you liked it?"
Steve nodded before realizing that Tony couldn't see him. "Yeah. No. I don't know. I'm confused."
"Well, as much as I wouldn't recommend this, the only way you can figure out what you feel about it is by kissing him again. I wouldn't do it though if I were you. That would be a very bad idea."
"I don't think I'd even know how to approach it anyways, so don't worry about that."
Tony laughed, "Do you need flirting lessons, Spangles?"
"I'm gonna go now, Tony, thanks."
"Hey, if you need lessons on how to flirt with girls I can help. Though if it's to flirt with tall, dark and crazy you might need to ask Pepper."
"Good night, Tony."
Steve hung up before Tony had the chance to answer and he tossed his phone on his bed. The captain sighed before getting up and grabbing his sketchbook and pencils.
He opened to a blank page and started to sketch. He let the pencil guide him as he let his mind drift and he thought about that short kiss.
His lips were softer than he thought they would be, and he was more gentle than forceful. Loki didn't seem like the kind that would be gentle, but the kiss was soft enough that Steve almost had a hard time believing it happened. If it wasn't for the fact that his lips remained tingling afterwards, he'd believe it was all just a dream.
He thought about kissing the god again, pressing his lips against those soft pink lips. He thought about deepening the kiss, and pulling the brunette close to him. He thought about wrapping an arm around the slender mans waist as the other buried itself in the other man's hair. It would never be like kissing Peggy, but it would be perfect. It would start out soft, but grow harder and more passionate. Who knew where the kiss would lead them. Maybe no where, but neither would mind. All that would matter is just holding each other. Loving each other.
He would look into those beautiful green eyes and whisper sweet nothings to him. Tell him how beautiful he thought the god was, how amazingly brilliant he thought he was. It would be perfect.
When he finished his sketch he was almost surprised to see Loki sprawled out on the page. The god was leaning against the wall in only his silk pajama pants and looking at the viewer with untold secrets in his eyes. He was leaning against the wall seductively, his face angled up slightly as he bit his bottom lip. His left leg was bent slightly as his heel rested against the wall. Even as a sketch, he was beautiful.

Steve quickly closed the sketchbook and put it away. It was one small kiss, he shouldn't be thinking like this! It was wrong! Disgusting! No, not disgusting. It was sinful. Steve didn't know many gay men, at least not openly gay. In the 1940s, if you were gay you either kept it to yourself or you got beaten up for it. Maybe he had a few thoughts about other men, but he learned to restrain it. He fell in love with Peggy, a well respected and beautiful woman. Steve Rogers, Captain America, was not gay.

He should never had let thoughts like that come into his mind, it was just unclean.

The captain shook his head and stripped out of his clothes and putting on some blue pajama shorts. He got into bed and under the covers, laying down on his back. Steve Rogers was not gay. He did not have feelings for Loki. He did not like guys. And he was certainly not going to kiss the god again.

After his morning run, Steve decided to stop by the gym and hit a few punching bags. He needed to be away from Loki. He needed to clear his mind. Whatever happened last night can't happen again. Steve Rogers couldn't be gay because he didn't choose to be gay. Captain America couldn't be gay because the world would hate him if he was. He couldn't let the world down.

He had punched through five punching bags before he felt like he could go home.

It was ten o'clock when he walked through his door to find Loki sprawled out on the couch with a book in his hands and reading. He was wearing just his green silk pajama pants again and his legs were crossed at the ankles. When he heard the door close he lowered the book and looked at Steve.

"Well, you were certainly gone for a while."

Steve looked at the god whose head was propped up by the couch cushion and arm rest. His long fingers held the book against his chest with one finger in between the pages holding his spot. Loki's green eyes were focused on Steve, and he raised an eyebrow clearly waiting for an answer.

Steve cleared his throat and quickly looked away and went to the kitchen to get a drink of water. "Um, yeah, I stopped by the gym after my run."

Loki brought the book up and started to read again, "Sounds like fun. However, even from here I can smell you and you smell dreadful. You must go wash yourself."

Steve nodded and drank his water before going to the bathroom and taking a shower. He let the water cascade down his body, washing the sweat and dirt from his flesh before washing himself up and getting out.

He grabbed his towel from the towel rack and wrapped it around his waist before heading to his bedroom to get dressed. Once he was dressed he went back to the living room where Loki was curled up with his knees close to his chest and the book resting on his thighs as he read. There was a stack of books all around him and it seemed that the book he was currently reading was a different one than when he first came in.

He went to the fridge and pulled out the eggs and cheese, "Reading anything good?"

Loki hummed but didn't say anything else, just continued to read.

Steve pulled out a frying pan and cracked an egg into the pan. He watched the egg in the pan slowly start to cook as he tried to find a way to start a conversation with the god. Why did it feel so different between them all of a sudden?