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Thor can quit whenever he wants, it’s just stress relief after all.
He deserves this after another twelve hour shift, there’s no better reward besides the check. So forgive him for stopping at the liquor store on the way home, grabbing a crisp six pack of beer and not getting ID’d at the counter. He’s a regular at this point.
They sit comfortably in the passenger seat, glass clinking together with every bump on the way. When his battered truck pulls into the driveway, all he can think about is his bed waiting for him. The engine sputters to a stop, hopping out with his six pack in tow.
The low buzz of the power lines contrast the high shrill of cicadas in the night, boots dragging against the gravel. Not a single light remains on but the porch light, Loki must’ve left it on. He still fumbles with his keys regardless, eventually moving in the house like a ghost.
He could traverse every room with his eyes closed, the layout is ingrained in his very soul. Bottles clank with every heavy step, he feels like a teenager sneaking out the house again. Soon he’s tugging on the handle of the screen door to the backyard, stopping in the frame when he sees a silhouette poised on the edge of the porch.
Loki's so pale under the moonlight, Thor is half-convinced he's just a reflection of the moon in his tired and battered mind.
With a pause, not gaining any acknowledgement he watches smoke plume out of Loki’s lips and the tapping of ash away onto the grass from pale fingers.
Huh. When did he start that habit?
Thor likes to think he knows his baby brother well, or well enough to know what he gets up to in his free time. Not sure when smoking became a practice for him, or how long he has.
“Brother,” Is all Loki says, and like an obedient dog, Thor follows his voice and shuts the screen behind him before standing over Loki.
"You do this often?" Thor quickly wets his lips after the admittedly lame question, only getting a hum of acknowledgement, but that's all he needs to know that Loki wants him to stay.
He settles next to him, both ignoring the old creak of wood as he sits with feet planted to the ground beneath the porch while Loki's remains dangled.
A puff of smoke is blown directly in his face, making him flinch back and blink rapidly at the sudden intrusion of smoke in his senses, "Just when Dad's being a dick,"
"So, often." Thor finishes and actually gains a breathy little laugh out of Loki from it.
"You'd be right," The light could be playing tricks on him, but he swears that lazy smirk on Loki's face was the most at ease he's ever been at his side.
There’s a comfortable silence before Thor is grabbing one of his beers from the cardboard, popping off the lid with his key and stashing the bottlecap in his pocket. He can feel Loki’s eyes sear through him as he takes another drag, watching how his hands engulf the skinny neck of the bottle while he takes a swig.
“And you do that often?” Loki asks humorlessly, but it makes Thor chuckle anyway.
“You can just ask for one,” Thor offers without an answer, snatching another bottle from the cardboard while he hears Loki shuffle next to him. Soon, an open box of Marlboro reds are held across from him in offering.
They trade their substances of choice without a word, “Open it?” “A light?” Leaves their mouth simultaneously, making their eyes meet. There’s a loose smile on Thor’s features while Loki’s look at him indifferently, handing the bottle back and hearing the hiss when the lid pops off.
It soon passed back in Loki’s hands, taking a quick drag of his cigarette to not think about their hands grazing in the passoff.
“Still ain’t got a light,” Thor says teasingly from the unlit cigarette hanging between his lips, watching the smoke curl in the breeze and blow away from Loki’s lips.
“Mm, hold still.” He murmurs, holding the cigarette between two fingers still pressed to his lips and touches the tip to Thor’s cigarette. The lit cherry glows as his cigarette ignites, Thor’s eyes glued to Loki’s closed eyes and pursed lips.
He pulls back first and takes a drag to steady his hammering heart and clammy hands, feeling Loki’s eyes on him while they quietly smoke.
Loki, one to never undersell on theatrics, actively gags at the bitter taste of the beer, taking a pull to wash down the taste.
“You never drank before?” Thor humors past a mouth full of smoke, barely holding back his cough to not embarrass himself.
“Not your lowly, cheap beer.” He hissed in response, gaining a chuckle.
“Don’t know how you smoke this shit, can feel my lungs shriveling up with every drag.”
“Guess it’s just a refined taste,” Loki hits him in the arm with his elbow, soon stubbing his cigarette out on the edge of the porch and fishing a new cigarette out his pocket, along with a lighter.
Holding the cigarette steadily between his lips as he cups the flame, Thor can’t peel his eyes away from the dull orange glow illuminating his face. He’s always noticed how pretty Loki was, but the fact seemed to punch him in the gut right about now. It doesn’t occur to him that Loki had a lighter the whole time.
He knows thinking that way is horrible, so he distracts himself with another drag that dulls the thoughts a bit. Thor's chest sputters with a cough when he can’t help but imagine Loki’s lips pursed around something else, he can feel Loki’s sly smirk directed towards him.
There’s a comfortable quiet as they both nurse their drinks, occasionally hearing Loki make a small sound of disgust with every other swig. Thor’s on his second beer by the time he finishes his cig, flicking the butt out to the yard.
“Don’t you care for the environment?” Loki humored, looking at Thor through lidded eyes.
“Do you have another?” Is all Thor grunts out. He needs something to do with his hands other than drink or else he thinks he’s going to grab Loki and kiss him silly.
The pristine white box of Reds are back in his hand, though when he opens the top there is no cigarette waiting for him. “Ah, too bad.” Thor dismisses quickly, shutting himself up with another chug of cheap beer.
“Don’t give up too quickly, brother.” Loki hums as he sets the empty box beside him, taking a long drag of his last cigarette and tapping the ash away onto the grass.
He holds the smoke in his mouth with puffed-up cheeks, it reminds Thor of a hamster more than anything. He wants to make a joke about it, but all the breath is knocked right out of his chest when Loki is slotting himself onto Thor’s lap.
Knobby knees locking his legs in place, having Thor right where he wanted him as if Thor would move from this. A pale thumb is soon on his chin, coaxing his mouth open with no resistance. Loki leans in, tilting his head as he approaches. Thor can’t will his eyes shut, he’s stuck staring at Loki coming closer, and closer, he thinks he’s gonna pass out.
He stops and hovers right at his mouth, Thor’s sure that Loki can feel his heart pounding against him before he finally closes his eyes and relaxes for Loki’s lips.
All the smoke is blown into his throat, making his eyes shoot open in a horrifying realization at the sudden invasion. He can’t help but almost whimper into Loki’s open mouth as his breath hitches, taking all he has to give.
As Loki pulls back there’s still a puff of smoke that flows from his lips, and Thor knows he’s done for. Alluring emerald eyes lock with Thors, his palm pushing up the loose hairs stuck to his sweaty forehead and combing through his raven locks.
He must’ve died and gone to heaven.
"Loki..." Thor murmurs, unsure and confused. Hands hovering over clothed hips before biting the habit down and sticking at his sides.
"Thor," Nimble fingers take the tanned forearm and pry it from his side, guiding it to rest on his hip and hold him steady.
"Please, where is this coming from," He doesn't do anything to stop Loki from having him how he wants him, both hands on Loki's hips. His hands look so big compared to the youngers body, he doesn't dwell on the thought and instead settles on the heat growing in his loins as Loki properly sits on his lap and links his hands together behind his neck.
"Where do you think?" Loki muses and Thor's not sure what to get out of it, too enamored with his hands engulfing warm skin.
"You're so pretty," Thor awes reverently, almost able to connect his thumbs around Loki's waist. He knew Loki was always lanky, but finally having his hands on him and being able to explore the tantalizing skin is enough to have his heart pounding out his chest.
"I like when you say that," Loki practically purrs from his chest, Thor doesn't even realize the thin fingers seeking his belt buckle until he hears the clink of it coming undone.
"Loki," Thor murmurs and only gains a sly, 'yesss?' in response that sends his stomach further into a pit of guilt and arousal.
The palm of Loki's hand heels on the chub of Thor's dick, soliciting a breathless curse as he feels him through the thin fabric. Somewhere, all the words of how this is wrong dies on his tongue the minute he thinks of them, the thought of stopping Loki never crossed his mind as he strokes him through his boxers. Pulsating in his grasp, grip tightening on Loki's hips as skilled digits fish out his dick from boxers.
Dick tall and leaking, cum gathering at the slit as Loki steadies it by the base, examining. "Think you'd break me with this thing," Thor really does try to push down the gut-punch of arousal that provoked. "I'd want you to, anyway." It takes everything out of him to not grab and take Loki right then and there, unthankfully the rational part of his brain is still alert and functioning half decently.
Fingers press into his nape, a comforting little grip before Loki's spitting in his free palm and watching all the color rise to Thor's face. "Relax," Loki coaxed, and ever obedient Thor only followed the words with half-rationalized judgement.
His hand drags up and down the length, watching how the skin pulls back to show the glistening crown of his dick between them. Thumb running over the slit and adding to the combined effort of saliva and pre to provide more glide.
"Wait, fuck- wanna see you," Biting back a stifled moan at the glimpse of those emeralds looking up at him with nothing but lust. Thor held his sigh of disappointment at Loki's hand leaving him, instead awkwardly shimmying in the blonde's lap and out of his shorts enough to get his own pale length out, consumed by Thor's length and girth.
It's just as pale as the rest of him, cut and longer rather than thicker nestled nicely in what trimmed hair is there. Veins running down the shaft as it twitched at the attention, Thor's at least three inches bigger. He tries not to salivate at the difference between them, mouth falling open with an intake of breath as the youngers diligent digits wrap around their dicks kissing.
His fingers don't connect around their combined girth, but Loki's hands on him is all he needs. Giving a steady stroke down and watching the leaking tip pull from the skin. Hips sputtering into Loki's loose fist, the underside of their dicks rubbing against each other and gaining a little noise from Loki.
Their combined pre gives way to a steadier stroke, hips rolling up into the touch as Loki's fist works them both together. Fingers press further into the clothed skin of his hip, one hand leaving and instead joining Loki's touch.
"Brother," Loki shudders at his calloused palm engulfing his own and easily wrapping around both of their lengths together. Thor is just so much bigger than him in every way, the guilt completely giving way to nothing but arousal.
"So pretty," Thor whispers in awe, eyes flicking up to Loki's face contorted in pleasure at the pressure on their aching dick. He's in his own world on Thor's lap, hips subtly fucking up into his tight fist with little whispers of pleasure leaving like a fleeting thought.
His pale hands link behind Thor's neck, head resting in the crook of his neck and heating up his skin with the warm breaths left there, diligently fucking both of their dicks with his fist as Loki melts against him. His hips jump up with every downward stroke, unable to still the erratic movement that makes Loki's breathing become more uneven.
"That feels good?" Thor murmurs, hearing Loki choke back a moan or a sob, a little pathetic noise from his throat in pleasure. "Am I making you feel that good?"
"Keep talking," It's so quiet that it disappears with the wind as soon as it's said, but Thor knows his brother.
"You're so gorgeous like this," Fingers pressing into the soft flesh of his side, keeping him steady on his lap, "Have you thought of this before?" That makes Loki actively shiver in his lap, a shuddered breath leaving him while Thor works their lengths together. Their joined pre becoming a slick and sticky mess of his palm that made it all more easier to glide his hand for their combined pleasure. "I wanna hear you say it, brother." A sharp moan wrung from Loki's lips, burying his head into Thor's nape to avoid the words.
Soon, Loki's hips are pitching up in an effort to seek out the pleasure that Thor gives. All his needy words mindlessly said into the crook of his neck, the warm weight of Thor's arm soon wrapping around his midriff and pulling him closer feels as though it sears through the thin fabric.
"So good, I got you." Pressed too close, Loki could feel the rumbling of Thor's chest as he purred the words. Working their hips together slowly, Thor stopped the motion of stroking and let Loki's drawn out grinding against him be all the pleasure received. Meeting his needy grinding, the undersides of their dicks dragging against another with a mutual moan.
The air between them felt all too hot and stale, but neither could detach from one another. Loki whined against heated skin, his hips snapping against Thor's in the effort of finding pleasure from his brother again.
"Are you close, brother?" Thor hummed, nearing his own release with feeling his own brother twitch in his hand and come apart underneath his touch.
"Mhm, 'm gonna cum with you," Loki said breathlessly, all the words going to Thor's dick at just how needy he sounded.
"That's my boy, my sweet, sweet boy." He praised before feeling Loki still in his lap, air full of their heated breaths and the nighttime ambience nearby.
"Fuck, again- say it again,"
"You like when I call you my sweet boy?" Judging by the pathetic moan from his lips, he loved it. Thor worked his fist for him, twisting and gripping as Loki neared his edge. "You're so sweet in my lap, such a good boy for your brother," And then Loki seized in his lap with a long, drawn out moan wrung from his throat as he pathetically grinded against Thor's hand to ride out the pleasure racking his body.
"There you go," Thor coaxed, the splatter of Loki's cum covering his hand and both their dicks and landing up on Thor's shirt. He slowly stroked Loki through it, working him through the climax that left him slumped and leaning all his weight on Thor while he panted.
Grip loosening on their lengths and around his waist, letting Loki be boneless against him. Thor still yet to cum, but feeling Loki's dick twitch with the remnants definitely did something.
"Thor," Loki breathlessly murmurs as he clings to his brother like an anchor. Thor curiously hums in response, soon stiffening at Loki's lanky fingers coming between them and wrapping around Thor's length, "Please, let me," He starts but doesn't finish, instead giving a cautious stroke and watching how the skin pulls up and down between them.
"You're too good to me," He whispers and then feels Thor uselessly twitch in his palm before jerking up into his touch as he cums into Loki's hand. Their foreheads pressed together as Loki slowly works him through it, thumb rubbing over the slit and adding to the mess as they share heated breath.
There is a pause in all their movements, full of the tall grass and the leaves blowing in the nightly breeze. Their eyes meet for the first time in the night, and Thor can't remember Loki's eyes being that captivating before.
"Kiss?" Is all that dumbly stumbles out of Thor's mouth, he feels Loki exhale in a laugh before their lips meet. It's sweet, but it's short, because only now Thor remembered the drying cum on their laps that should be taken care of.
"Let's get cleaned up, yeah?"
"Yeah," Loki's eyes never leave Thor's mouth before he's pouncing on his brother once again.
Thor thinks he might die here, if Odin doesn't get him first for leaving an empty beer bottle in the yard.