bakerstreet | ROAD TRIP!!!

[ Thor seizes him by the collar, dragging him upright, dragging his brother's face close to his and for a moment he doesn't know what he means to do, what he wants more, to strike him or throttle him or kiss him--it's a fury and a yearning all at once, but then he lets go and steps back again, striking the car door with a closed fist. ]

Damn you.

[ Now what? They haven't passed so much as a gas station for long miles, and Thor's cell phone hasn't had service for longer than that. The rain starts to fall, pattering on the roof of the truck, as though to punctuate the hopelessness of their situation. At last Thor reaches into a pocket for the key to the cuffs, unshackling Loki from the car door with brusque, angry motions. ]

Get back in the truck. [ If he isn't going anywhere, Loki isn't either. ]

[ A throat gone suddenly dry, at Thor's touch. Loki wonders if Thor is close enough to see Loki's iris grow slimmer, his pupil dilating. If he's perceptive enough to feel that little surge of expectant arousal in Loki's form.

And look: here is Loki, passive and obedient, slipping into the chair and closing the door behind him. He doesn't like the smell of rain on asphalt anyhow, and the car is cooler than the warm air. ]

The bed will be more comfortable, when we need to sleep.

[ The truck bed, he means, which is covered, at least. Protected from the rain, and flat, and enough room for the two of them to -- to move. To touch. ]

[ Aggravated nerves, his heart furiously pounding as Thor returns to his side of the car. Oh, yes, of course Loki is obedient now. He would turn perfectly cooperative indeed, now that they are stranded with the rain beginning to pour and the sky roiling with a growing storm. Even the growl of thunder does nothing to lift his spirits. He climbs back into the driver's seat and slams the door shut. ]

And then what, Loki? What will we do when we wake?

[ Will he be forced to cuff Loki again and leave him, or--no, he will have to take him with him, and find some sort of civilization, and risk him escaping again--it is like watching him slip through his fingers all over again, watching him fall, realizing he will never be able to hold tight enough.

He seizes him again, without forethought. Fingers twisted into the front of his shirt, into the collar, Thor dragging him across the space between them, close enough to breathe his presence, close enough, this time, to see his eyes darken. ]

I swear to you, brother, I swear to you, I will not let you go.

[ His heartbeat is quick, and he is breathless, just at this display, at the touch of the hands that he called clumsy not long ago. His hands rest on Thor's, as though to mitigate the severity of Thor's grip -- but he doesn't do anything but touch, cup them there. ]

I told you, I will not go back.

[ There is a tiny crack there, a little space that Thor could squirm through. Loki says he will not go back. He does not say he will try to leave Thor.

-- though he will, he thinks. He will try and try, because that is what he has to do. Thor has to hold tight to tame the wild thing Loki has become. ]

[ Thor does not want to mitigated to, does not want to be touched or soothed--he almost wishes Loki would fight him, that he might have an excuse to finally punish him for ever daring to leave. For daring to abandon Thor, for daring to deny that they were ever brothers.

The gentle hands on his infuriate him as much as Loki's answer. Thor heaves, and with easy strength hauls his brother into his lap. It feels scorching, suddenly, in the cab of his truck, the storm wild outside. His fingers twist in Loki's hair and drag his face close. ]

I won't bring you back. [ He knows it as soon as he says it. He knows it is the truth. ] I will never bring you back there. I will never let anyone take you from me.

[ Loki wriggles, uncomfortably, twists against Thor's grip, the steering wheel pressing into his back. ]

One moment --

[ And he reaches down between Thor's legs. Down, to the seat's bar, and he pulls it up, sliding the seat back as far as it will go. And then he settles, the pressure of the steering wheel gone, and slides his palms flat on Thor's ribs.

This is more familiar. When Thor is caught in his desire, it is Loki who holds the upper hand. But they have not dome this in a long time -- so he is cautious as he leans forward and noses into Thor's neck, stiff as he tries to form himself to Thor's body, as they once did. ]

[ Thor stiffens too, predictably, when Loki reaches between his thighs, breath hissing between his teeth when it is the seat which moves, but then his brother is leaning to him and molding to him, discomforting, angering, wonderful pressure, weight and heat, an awkward nuzzle to his throat. He does not want to let Loki take control of this. He does not and he does. His fingers loosen slowly from Loki's shirt. They slide down Loki's ribs, Loki's waist, settling over the jut of his hips, while the rain patters loudly against the windows and the fury starts to slip from his hold, the pulse in his blood speaking desire now, a lust which has gone so long unfilled. ]

[ He always did know how to calm Thor. Even when they were children, and Loki was too young to understand school, or why Thor was gone during the weekdays, he could stagger over to his two-years-elder brother and take his hand and Thor would quiet or smile.

He slides his hand against Thor's crotch, this time, palming the thick jeans over his cock, and he murmurs: ]

Do you still have it? The old, green blanket. [ A thick, heavily-woven one, that their family used for picnics. That, one night, Thor spread out on the bed of a truck very similar to this one, and he laid Loki back and he opened him up with careful fingers and reassurances and then took Loki for the first time. And Loki had never felt anything like it, pain or pleasure, and he was pliant and willing because he thought that maybe Thor would stop ignoring him for Sif and Fandral and Volstagg and Hogun. ]

Because you can take me from this cab, and soak me in the rain and then peel my clothes away. Remember how you warmed me up when my skin was cold?

You don't want my hands on you.

[ Bitter words, Loki's words, thrown back into his brother's face. Yet he is molding to Loki, too, caressing him in spite of himself, strong fingers cupping his thighs with an unaccounted gentleness. Anger and hurt still twisting in his chest, yet his hands remember what it is like to touch his brother, his body remembers the beauty of being entwined with him. His teeth grit, in pleasure more than fury this time, breath hissing again as he lifts his hips, presses himself to his brother's hand.

Fingers catch abruptly at Loki's collar and Thor tears buttons yanking it open, dragging him near enough to press an open mouth to his clavicle. Wet, sucking kisses, moving slowly up the side of his throat. ]

In the bed. [ The blanket, he means. He wants it too, aches to see him unclothed, to have him hungry and shivering, seeking warmth against Thor's body. He sinks back a little, his eyes sliding to the side as though he cannot quite believe that Loki means any of this. ]

Come on, then. [ He pulls open the handle of the door. ]

Then make me want them. [ Tempt Thor and then challenge him, and his desire would be inflamed such that he could not resist. Not that Loki believes he even wants to resist.

He slides off of Thor's lap and steps into the drenching rain. The water is cool and the air is warm, and in moments his shirt is plastered to him and his hair is dripping. A car passes, slow in the darkness and the rain, and Loki pulls Thor out of the truck and kisses him as lightning flicker-lights and thunder crashes. ]

[ No, he doesn't want to. Adrenaline rushes fast through his veins, his blood hot with desire, and Thor follows Loki from the truck; he would follow him anywhere. He doesn't even think to try to hail the passing car, not while his brother's mouth is on his, not while his arms are tight around Loki's slender frame. He pushes him back against the side of the truck bed, taking his mouth hungrily in the darkness, blind to all but want. The rainwater runs down Loki's skin and Thor's hands smooth after it, over the contours of a body revealed by damp, clinging fabric. ]

[ Somehow, in a peculiar dance of want and violence, they end up with Loki's back against the back of the truck. His lips are kiss-swollen, bitten, perhaps bleeding, or perhaps he's tasting Thor's blood from where he bit.

His fingers fumble and undo the twisted lock on the back of the trunk cover, knocking that open and pulling the back of the bed down. Hoists himself back on it and wraps his legs around Thor's hips. Soaked to the skin with rain, soaked to the bone with want for his brother.

Here, a moment of tenderness. He did not realize how badly he wanted this until it was too late, and now he presses his face in Thor's shoulder and wraps his arm around the back of Thor's neck and shivers, from the cold of the rain and from his own sentiment. ]

[ And Thor holds him, offering a solace, a shelter which he knows perfectly well his brother would have rejected under any other circumstances. But other circumstances don't matter; there is only this moment and the two of them sharing it, lost to it, Loki's legs around Thor's hips and Loki's face buried against Thor's shoulder until he makes him look up, cupping his face in both hands while his lips smooth over the features of Loki's face like a blessing or an absolution. Then Thor's arms go around him again and he lifts Loki against him, letting his brother cling as he crawls into the bed of the truck, reaching one handed for the old green blanket to unfold it and spread it out for their bed.

This was how he took Loki the first time, only beneath the stars instead of beneath the storm. His brother's legs around his waist, his gasps in his ear, his ass sweet and tight as Thor rocked in him. They had both been so innocent then, thinking that love and desire was enough, that it could be like food to live on. Thor pushes him down to the blanket and pulls his shirt up in hasty fingers, dragging his mouth over the cold damp skin he bares. His hips center themselves over Loki's, his weight sinking between his thighs; he can feel the swelling ridge of his brother's cock through the fabric of his jeans and his brother's pants and he grinds, taking his brother's mouth again to smother a moan against his lips, savoring the friction. ]

((ooc: IIII want to do a thread now which is the first time modern!bros fuck. >> Any interest?))

Edited 2012-07-27 09:43 (UTC)

Close the back --

[ Loki's palms press against Thor's chest. The wind will blow the rain inside, this way, and they should be safe, they should be locked in together and no one should see what's happening between them. No one.

He settles back on the blanket, and his shirt's pulled away. He shakes his hair out of his eyes, scattering little water droplets, and then he lets out a startled cry at the friction. His fingers pull at Thor's shirt, maybe hard enough to tear. ]

Thor, Thor...

[ Thor tangles both hands in Loki's hair and smothers his voice with a kiss, his mouth brutal upon his brother's, teeth dragging apart his lips and tongue searching deeply. How long has it been? How many years since he had his brother beneath him, arched and wanting for him, seeking his pleasure and his own, the two of them lost to desire and need? Hatred and bitterness washes away like the rain and the fury in him is born of lust, desperate and eager. Loki's fingers claw his shirt until Thor thinks he will tear it to shreds, he will tear all of him apart, he will make him lost forever to the spell of his brother, willing to do anything for him just so that he might keep him a little while longer.

He thrusts his hips hard against Loki's, grinding, rubbing, biting at his lips to urge more sound from him. His hands catch at his brother's thighs and pull, demanding, until they are wrapped around his waist. The whole truck rocks with the motion, hurried, hard, rough motion, seeking nothing so much as pure sensation as his cock swells harder and harder. ]

Take me, then -- [ Loki's voice is harsh, and when Thor thrusts against him, it breaks into a hiss, and his thighs go tight around Thor. ] Take me, as you've wanted since you took those cuffs in hand -- since you laid eyes on me you wanted to rut, didn't you?

[ Cruel words, but how else is he to gain power over the situation? His desire is only too obvious. ]

[ He growls and seizes his brother and wrestles him over, turning him to his stomach, his own weight settling on him from above like the weight of a lion over a deer: his teeth closing, predator-like, at the nape of Loki's neck. ]

You started this. [ Not quite true, but not quite false, either. ] I won't satisfy myself on you until you say you want it too. Brother. I won't have you make me into the savage beast.

[ He won't give him that power back. Not like this. He'll put him back in the cuff and let them both sit furious and unsatisfied before he will let himself be cast as wanting nothing more from his brother than rut. ]

ROAD TRIP!!!

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