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Salon buddies for @favoriteanalyst

It started about a few months ago. Loki needed to relax after making the mistake of spending his winter holidays with his 'family' (which ended in another spectacular fight with Odin that resulted in one broken window and a lost snow globe Loki has thrown through said broken window), but his normal esthetician was booked solid for the next year and couldn't fit him in outside of his own pre-scheduled appointments no matter how much money he offered to throw at her. Wanda was the best in the city, probably the whole country, so it made sense, but there's still the issue of Loki needing something to relieve his tension so he didn't strangle his paralegals. The thought crossed his mind of setting up a tindr profile for a quick fuck, but he isn't in law school anymore and that was just a disaster waiting to happen.

Wanda saves him from making a bad decision by texting him the information for another technician she helped train. She claims he's new, but very talented, which he figures will do in a pinch. The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full salon under new management. Despite the clunky UI, he's able to schedule an appointment for a basic manicure the very next day with the young man Wanda had told him about.

Casey is a nice young man. Not anywhere as skilled as Wanda, but his nails come out looking acceptable with their basic black polish and the hand massage he gets to begin with is utterly divine. He doesn't go into detail about his family problems, but the other gets the gist that the holidays were strained and is more than willing to play the oh-so-important role of listening ear even if his platitudes do ring a little hollow.

When the appointment is over, Casey hands him a card for a free deep conditioning treatment or 30 minute shoulder massage.

"These are really just for family and friends," he explains, "but you really seem like you need something to help you relax." He thinks about declining, but decides it isn't polite and takes the card anyway before handing the young man a $400 tip.

The stern looking woman at the front desk gives him a serious look as Casey nearly passes out in the background. "I'm going to be checking those to make sure they're real."

"But of course, I would expect nothing less." His usual winning smile does nothing to lighten her glare as she rings him out. She asks if he wants to use the card to schedule something today. Why not? It's a charming establishment and he has some free time coming up.

The masseuse the card is good for, Bee, is apparently booked solid for the next month, but the stylist, Mobius, just had a cancellation in the following week that fit perfectly in his schedule.

That appointment was the beginning of the end for Loki.

So in he walks six months later, having ditched his normal high-end stylist for a middle-aged man who looks like he works in a cubicle rather than a up-and-coming salon. It isn't his normally scheduled appointment, but his cases have been crazy and Thor just left for his "journey of self-discovery" aka backpacking across Europe, so all of Odin's attention is now on his youngest.

Joy.

If Loki were the sentimental type, he'd think it a shame that the lobby area of a salon is more comfortable for him than his childhood home.

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"Me?" Loki gives a little laugh "I'm great! I'm going to show you how great I am as soon as we're back at the hotel."

"Even though I definitely ruined the night and embarrassed you? Even though your parents definitely hate me? At least he probably won't ever invite you back? Am I going to be barred from entering the country ever again? Will there be cops involved? I can't believe I did that!"

"I cannot stress enough that you did not ruin my evening or embarrass me. The only person embarrassed was him. We can worry about their emotions in the morning, no you won't be barred from the country, no there will not be police involved." The car pulls to a stop outside the hotel. Luckily word of where they're staying doesn't seem to have reached any news outlets yet, so there aren't any reporters by the front door.

"Come on, let's get you inside."

"And hide me, yeah, good idea. Jesus. Does he always talk to you like that?" He follows dutifully, side by side and hand in hand with Loki. "I won't let him."

"It's not uncommon, but I suspect something else set him off before we approached. Usually he's able to hold his tongue in public better than that." Arm around Mobius' waist, he guides the man into the elevator. As soon at the door closes he bends down and starts nosing at the other's neck, pressing soft kisses to his still fluttering pulse point.

"Fuck, Mobius, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

He's about to speculate on what might have set him off (Loki's very targeted outfit? some supporter or donor who actually is a bit of a shitheel? god, something about Mobius?) when Loki starts doing that.

"Wh- Lo-" out of surprise. "No, it definitely wasn't, that's just the rush talking."

"It most certainly was," Loki says, crowding Mobius against the wall of the elevator as he continues his assault on his neck. "My knight in shining armor. Come back to my room so I can show you my appreciation."

"I, uh, promise I didn't do it just to get into your pants." This is all kind of much! Bewildering and intense and--not bad? It's bad, sure, but this isn't bad. "And I'm probably not going to get the chance to yell at your dad ever again." Though there might be some video of it. Oh fuck.

Loki chuckles as the elevator doors open onto their floor. "The fact that you didn't do it in order to fuck me makes it even better." He takes a step back, taking Mobius' hand to tug him along.

"Please?"

"What am I gonna do," following along, hand in hand, "say no?" Because jesus christ of course he's not going to say no to going back to Loki's room and getting appreciation if Loki's so in the mood to give it. "You really do think--you're really getting off on this, huh?"

"No one," he says, pulling out the keycard and opening the door in one fluid motion, "stands up to Odin. Least of all for me." The door opens and Loki pulls Mobius closer as he backs into the room. It's dark, the only light being a desk lamp he'd thought to leave on before they left, but he doesn't make a move to turn anything else on.

"But you- you didn't even hesitate. People here those things and the most they-" the emotions of the moment are starting to catch up to him. How does he express that he's dreamed about this since he first figured out he didn't just like girls? That he'd imagined someone coming in and putting Odin in his place ever since he realized he might be more than a man? Every disdainful look, every cutting word making him retreat further into the fantasy that one day someone might care enough about him to do something about it. He doesn't tear up, but for a moment the frantic pawing stops as Loki draws him in to a tight embrace.

"Thank you."

Oh. With some time and some distance to let the adrenaline settle, it's easier to see how important an act like that would be to Loki. Especially with a man like Odin. The indomitable, the powerful, the patriarch, the ruler. Yes, Loki would certainly be all sorts of things Odin would hate. But the idea that no one has ever stepped up to Loki's defense before is...sad.

His arms go tight around Loki in return, and he leans up to kiss him on the cheek. "I ever see him again, I'll do the same thing."

Loki lets out a chuckle. "He's going to have to start wearing a splash guard."

He pulls back, green eyes dancing as they search every inch of Mobius' face, cataloguing this exact moment. Every line, every shadow, ingrained in his mind as the moment he might have actually fallen in love.

"Now where were we? Ah, yes." Gracefully Loki sinks to his knees, expression turning decidedly more heated. "I was about to give you the best blowjob of your life."

As Loki sinks, Mobius' eyebrows rise. A hand immediately goes to Loki's hair, running through it carefully. "That so? Well then, fuck, is it bad I want to go fight your dad again? Can we do this every week?" He's thinking about Loki's makeup and smudging and smearing it. A thorough debauching. Damn.

Loki may have forgone water proof eyeliner and mascara for just that reason.

He closes his eyes as Mobius' hand runs through his hair, leaning forward to rub nuzzle the join between the other's hip and crotch.

"Standing or sitting?"

"If I stay standing, you gonna make sure I don't break something if my knees give out?" He's only kind of somewhat joking. "Either way, I'm looking down at a beautiful sight." Standing it is, far as he's concerned. "You want me anywhere in particular, besides in your mouth?"

"How about against that wall? Give you something to lean against." He lets Mobius walk himself back against the indicated wall, following close behind on his knees.

"There we are." He places a soft kiss to the other's clothed crotch before reaching for the button of his pants. "Come where ever and whenever you like, darling," he says as he slowly pulls down the zipper. "And don't be afraid of a little hair pulling."

"And you're sure about this? Because of the spectacle I just made of myself?" Because he appreciates it, for certain, but... "This was kind of one of the last things on my mind, so don't be offended if you have to warm me up first." But also that height of energy and stress has to go somewhere, so it might as well be south.

"I may have been thinking about doing this for a bit now." Mobius' actions may have spurred Loki on, but it's not like he hadn't thought about what sucking the man's dick would be like before that moment.

"Oh? Are you cold?" With the fly open, Loki leans in and breathes on Mobius' crotch as one might do to warm up their cold hands. "I could be your little cock warmer, kneel there with your dick in my mouth while you go about your business." Finally he looks up, mouth pressed to Mobius' clothed dick so every word drags his lips across the fabric, leaving faint smears of gold behind. "Would you like that?"

"Jesus. I think we can count ourselves incredibly unlucky that I don't have an office job behind a desk." Loki must have a desk. Hm. Food for thought. "You're gonna get all that pretty makeup everywhere if you're not careful."

"That's very much the point."

Loki hooks his fingers under the elastic of Mobius' underwear and tugs both the undergarment and pants down just enough to pull out his dick. He doesn't immediately get to working on it, instead letting it hang as he begins nipping and sucking at the exposed skin of his pelvis and lower abs, leaving smears of gold behind.

"Fuck, it looks amazing even when it's soft. I can't wait to choke on it."

The hand not settled in Loki's hair tugs his shirt up and out of the way, which also does well to expose more skin. Loki is terribly pretty all done up, and smearing it on him does it a little more for him than he expected. "Keep talking like that, and it shouldn't take too long. Flatterer."

"Won't be able to talk here soon." Loki's mouth moves lower, dragging through silver pubes to plant a feather-light kiss at the base. "Won't be able to make much noise at all with your fat cock stuffed in my mouth. You'll feel my moans more than you'll hear them."
He hums as he drags his lips down Mobius' cock, letting the bit of vibration that makes it to his lips tease what's to come.

Finally one hand lifts the dick to his lips, allowing him to take just the head between them as he looks up at Mobius.

Even in the dim light, Loki will be able to see a ruddy flush creeping up Mobius' face. He bites his lip as Loki tastes him slowly, that light rumble and feel of his mouth and drag of gold causing the slightest hitch in his breath. It also means that as Loki teases, he's going to feel Mobius get harder and fill out just the way he'd like.

"Cocktease." In every sense of the word.

Loki smirks not just at the name, but also the feel of the cock in his hand growing heavier. With another hum he eases his lips over the shaft to about the halfway point. His tongue lightly plays with the underside as he pulls back.

Without warning he lunges forward again, swallowing down the entire cock in one go. His hands grab the backs of Mobius' thighs to help steady himself as he hollows our his cheeks and begins bobbing back and forth. He doesn't choke as he moves between just having the head between his lips to the tip of it hitting the back of his throat, but neither does he try to hide the absolutely lewd noises that happen as he does so.

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