bakerstreet | Sexting the night away

( lips part in the start of a sentence that never quite escapes his mouth, because--loki distracts him with something else entirely. )

You could wash them in a washer, like a normal person.

( not that he doesn't think it's cute that loki not only cleaned him off earlier with a spell (don't think he didn't catch that), but now this. billy briefly wonders if he even owns a washer/dryer set. but he supposes loki doesn't exactly need them. )

Do you want help with that? ( the. washing. )

Absolutely not, you'll only turn me on again and we have plans for today, Billy, actual plans!

[ Leaning down to smooch Billy's forehead it's easy to crowd into his personal space. ]

You can go and get dressed. Wear something ... green.

You're the one who started it last time. And the time before that!

( billy started it first, maybe, but even he hadn't intended for macking on loki to go as far as it did. does he have regrets of course not. look at where it got him: in loki's house, on his bed, eating deliciously sweet pastries, in his shower. he steps in close to loki once more to get under the lukewarm water, quickly runs his fingers through his hair to get the soap out so he can make his way out of the shower. )

Only this once. ( it's an easy step backwards out of the shower, at least. an easy reach for a nice, fluffy towel, which he runs over his hair before wrapping around his waist. ) I'll work on the kitchen.

[ A snort follows Billy out of the shower, amused. ]

You practically dragged me onto your lap, Casanova!

[ Loki poking his tongue out is the last Billy will see of him before he closes the glass door to get involved in properly cleaning up the mess Billy has made of him, inside and out. In more ways than one ...

Loki takes twenty minutes to finish his shower and emerge in a towel, steam on his heels as he wanders around to find his rogue hero. ]

( he returns the gesture: sticks his tongue out as he walks out the door, but the slight upturn to the corners of lips ruins the effect a little. billy's playing with loki just as much as loki's playing with him.

and by the time loki's done in the shower, billy's finishing cleaning up last night's mess: scrubbing the dishes clean and putting away any of the food that wasn't ruined by sitting out overnight. he is wearing green, as requested: a comfortable (loki-)green t-shirt and a light cotton jacket the same color over it, and a comfortable pair of bluejeans. )

Better?

Dandy as Alfheim candy!

[ Billy looks appropriately Loki-fied and in the spirit of being a good sportsman as he magically dons a new outfit, under his black leather jacket he wears a Wiccan-red tee in return with dark jeans, Seven-League boots, and a golden scarf to cement his hipster status. Loki takes advantage of his height to wrap around Billy from behind, hooking his chin over a shoulder and smooching him on the cheek with a tease. He smells not of come, as promised, but ozone and apples. ]

Aw, honey, you cleaned! Ready to go shopping, hero-mine?

You look like you belong in a boyband. ( catching sight of him even from the corner of his vision is more than enough to notice that. billy says it with a laugh, though. the last dish gets put to the side of the sink before he's shaking out his hands and turning around. )

Yeah. But if you ever call me honey again, I'm so teleporting you to the top of a volcano.

You have something against talented, handsome young men who don tight clothes and serenade you with their creamy voices?

[ Sliding his hands down Billy's waist to find a comfortable home on his butt, he begs a kiss with lips that ghost back and forth over Billy's. ]

You would never.

I really picked the wrong career if I did. ( maybe serenading isn't a big part of the whole, being an avenger thing, but the men in tight clothes definitely is. loki's lips move against his own, and billy's leaning in to deepen it, tongue licking a line across his lower lip with a low hum. )

Maybe not on purpose. But sometimes. . ah, sometimes things happen accidentally.

Then make them un-happen so I'm not a toasty fella. Don't burn your boyfriends, Billy, it's impolite even when it isn't emotional.

[ Snickering as he accepts the lingering kisses that Billy offers up, Loki cups either side of the mage's face and gently holds him still, licking his way into responsive heat. The line of his body slants in, hips nestling over another pair as if they have done so for years, newly but intimately acquainted with the way Billy's body is shaped and moves. ]

( loki's lucky his mouth is enough to mildly distract him from the words that came out of it just moments prior; billy presses into the kiss easily enough, hands moving down to hook fingers into the beltloop of loki's pants to pull him in even tighter if it were possible. )

Mm', I'm definitely leaving you at the top of a volcano now. On purpose. ( but his grip never loosens. ) Maybe on a small, remote island, that's nothing but the volcano itself. You'll be fine, I'm sure.

Be careful what you wish for, sweet lover.

[ Like, 'haha be careful' but also be careful, because hashtag-billykaplan.

Loki grumbles as he steals a hot and hard kiss, wanting to stop all the chitchat because Billy is very difficult to listen to when pressed so close and his full lips make the most interesting shapes. Loki bites at a them as well as a tongue, catching each and nipping to chastise Billy's naughty streak. His hips knead forward, the drag of a new erection taking shape behind his jeans. ]

I just got dressed to be nice and take you out on the town, then you do this ...

[ Tsking but not complaining, a very slim difference. His hands slide down from rosy cheeks to run along Billy's sides, sifting under his top to seek out lean ribs with cool palms. ]

( he's being careful with his words, that's close enough. look, there was no "i wish" or "i want" or real intent behind them. but he supposes--he is billy kaplan, reality warper, able to make things happen just by wanting them to. maybe the universe should have stopped and thought "hey, maybe not such a good idea to awaken these kinds of powers in a teenaged boy, maybe we'll wait until he's a few years older".

think of all the trouble it could have saved.

still, billy's pressing back into the kiss, moans soft when teeth dig into his lips, rolls his hips forward to drag his own half-hard cock against loki's thigh but--stops, after another moment. uses the hold he has on loki's jeans to give him a gentle push backwards with a parting kiss to his mouth. )

We're heading out, right? Let's go.

You look adorable but you're actually a cruel overlord.

[ Loki leans back in to steal a kiss, a brief peck, before acquiescing and stepping back with great reluctance; why leave the apartment at all when everything he wants is right in front of him, moaning a little hard and augh, so unfair. But they should probably be actual people for a few hours ... at least until the bedroom airs out.

He runs a thumb over Billy's knuckles, determined to hold his hand through and out the door. ]

I can be adorable and a cruel overlord, can't I?

( at least until the bedroom airs out, thank you. he'll let loki grab onto his hand, intertwines their fingers together as goes to the door and out it. there's no rush to get anywhere--no one will be looking for billy in manhattan, and even if they were, it's densely crowded enough to hide in.

another look down to loki's own outfit has billy's own clothes shimmering blue once more; the color scheme doesn't change, but he trades bluejeans for tighter black pants, green hoodie for a long black coat, and adds his own bit of gold with a thin belt.

now no one'll recognize him. )

Better.

Fairly sure Mephisto phrased it that way once. Enjoy knowing that.

[ Billy switches up his outfit and Loki isn't at all unimpressed as he ogles him in the elevator on the way down. ]

Now we both look like a gayer cast for Supernatural, excellent.

( ugh. his nose scrunches up in distaste at the thought, but--billy's quick to get over it. his free hand reaches out to hook index and middle fingers into the waistband of loki's pants, pulling him closer as they descend. )

Does that make you the Castiel to my Dean?

Uh, no, because I'm totally Dean.

[ Kisses are utilised to stifle any arguments, or to try to, as Loki enjoys the last few moments of privacy the elevator provides before it's time to head out into Soho. The godling has kidnapped Billy to Lower Manhattan where crowds of shoppers bustle about the second the two men touch down on the sidewalk, giving Loki a real reason to loop his arm through Billy's. ]

Where to first, Your Magical Majesty?

Uh, no. I mean out of the trio, you're so either Castiel or Sam. I'm Dean.

( he was anticipating busy streets, it's new york, but billy steps off onto the sidewalk and immediately does a step backwards just to avoid getting run over--right into the arm loki wraps around his own. this is fine. he can have that arm. billy even shuffles around a bit to get his hand back into loki's own, grips on hard. )

Forbidden Planet is in this area, right?

Sexting the night away

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