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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 The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full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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A bit of tension Loki didn't even realize he was holding loosens. He doesn't say anything more about it, but he does lean forward to rest his head on Mobius' shoulder. Between that and the legs over his, he's practically in the other's lap.

"I was right, though. Mother said he'd just found out he was loosing a big donor before the event. Doesn't excuse it, but it explains why he went directly to calling me a whore rather than waiting until family dinner."

He's gonna get a kiss on his pretty little head, that's for sure. "Childish of him." No shit. Doesn't help anything, though. He reaches for a phone set by the couch. "'m gonna order, and then we can cuddle up while we wait. You okay? All things considered?"

Loki nods. "Better than I would have thought, actually." He can't remember the last time he had someone to cuddle up to like this when he was dealing with family drama. Sure, there were some of his flings that liked to be close before or after sex, but there aren't any expectations with this. He didn't realize how freeing that would feel until he has it in front of him.

He slings an arm around Loki's shoulders and gives the desk a call to order up some breakfast--nothing fancy, nothing adventurous, and with plenty of coffee. When he's done with that, he cuddles more against Loki, holding him close.

"This help?" And also maybe the sexual favors from last night.

Oh yeah, the sex was amazing, but this is something else. Something equally good, but in a different way.

"It does." Loki wraps his own arms around Mobius and gives a little squeeze.

"Mmm, good. We'll wake up to food and then go hop in the shower." There's a lingering faint scent of sex and sweat that feels a little heady for first thing in the morning, and yet, it's nice. "Could try princess carrying you, but I might pull something if I do." Just as an idle thought, the way Loki's draped on him.

Loki chuckles and places a kiss on Mobius' shoulder.

"If either of us is going to pull something, I'd rather it be during much more interesting activities than that."

Loki doesn't drift back to sleep, but he does enter a very peaceful state listening to Mobius breath in the quiet room. They stay intertwined on the couch until the food arrives and they're forced to get up. The food is delicious (obviously) and the coffee plentiful and very welcome.

"At some point, I'm going to get you to try sour herring. It's a right of passage." The coffee seems to have perked him up.

"Fish is not supposed to be sour," Mobius complains. "But we're still here for a little big longer, if you insist on some of my last memories of here being disgusting." The food and caffeine seem to have done wonders in waking Mobius up as well, thankfully.

"I'm sure we can do something that will overshadow it." Loki gives him a wink before draining the rest of his coffee. "Speaking of, I believe a shower was mentioned?"

"You incorrigible flirt." Decidedly not a complaint. "We could both use a shower, yeah. Probably big enough to fit two, even, don't you think?" He makes to stand and holds out a hand gentlemanly to help Loki to his feet as well.

"Well it certainly seemed it yesterday." Loki takes the hand gently before standing. "Lead the way Mr...." His brows draw together in confusion "wait, what is your last name?"

And that leads to Mobius' eyebrows raising. "You got us plane tickets and hotel rooms and don't know my name?" He presses his other hand to his chest. "I'm a stranger to my own boyfriend."

"I just uploaded the files you sent me!" He's not going to be a creep and snoop. "And it's not like I'd have a problem finding you if something were to happen with a name like Mobius."

"It's fine, I don't really tend to use it except for legal purposes anyway. It's Miller. Very exciting, I know. I might as well be Smith or something."

"Well, Mr. Miller," the mundane name sounds incredibly sensual in the tone Loki uses. "Lead the way."

Chuckling, he does so lead the way. The showers are larger in these suites than regular hotel rooms, and he takes his sweet time in fussing with the water until it's nice and hot, but not too hot. And when he's satisfied with that, he makes a point of grabbing Loki by the robe and summarily disrobing him. "Better get in, the water's fine, before I decide I'm still hungry and need to eat you up, too."

Loki feels like a present being unwrapped as Mobius pushes the robe off of him and to the floor. His own hands caressing Mobius' skin as he pushes his off as well.

"Not much of a threat if its something I would enjoy anyways."

He gives Loki's backside a playful smack. "If you wanna get dirty, do it where we can get clean at the same time."

Loki's hips jerk forward with the smack, completely accidentally grinding his semi-hard dick against Mobius. He leans down and captures the other's mouth in a quick kiss that's mostly just him capturing Mobius' bottom lip between his teeth and pulling back. He doesn't give him time to respond, dragging his bottom lip out just a bit as he pulls away just as quickly.

He does heed Mobius' words, sauntering into the shower with a pleased sigh.

"You coming?"

He'd like to respond, already finding himself leaning in when Loki peels off and steps into the shower, leaving Mobius chuckling in his wake. "You're insatiable. How am I ever gonna keep up with you?"

Not that he'll keep his boyfriend waiting, following suit. If nothing else, he'd like to get his hands all up in that hair.

Loki steps under the large showerhead coming out of the ceiling as Mobius enters the shower. The space is big enough for the two of them to be in comfortably without feeling too big, even including a built in seat jutting from the wall opposite the taps.

"I don't know, you're doing pretty good so far," he says, placing his hands on Mobius's hips. He doesn't want to tug for fear of making the other slip on the wet floor, so Loki instead gently guides him forward under the spray as well and into another kiss.

"We'll see how long that lasts." Hopefully for a good long while. Hopefully forever. Kissing good. Cozy morning kissing in a hot shower good. And yes, he absolutely gets his fingers all up in that hair, all the better to pull Loki down to him and keep him there.

Loki practically purrs as Mobius threads his fingers through his hair, encouraging him to tilt his head to deepen the kiss. Eventually he pulls back and grabs a bottle of shampoo from the shower shelves.

"You've washed my hair plenty of times. Mind if I return the favor?"

"Mmm, I suppose it's only fair to let you. You should know what you're doing at any rate."

The scent of lavender and tee tree oil wafts with the steam as Loki squirts some shampoo into the palm of his hand. He uses the extra few inches he has on Mobius to his advantage as he gently massages the other's scalp. He is rather good at it, having realized long ago that the only way his own unruly hair would behave is if he learned how to treat it right. He works the shampoo for probably a little longer than is strictly needed before taking a step back so Mobius can come more fully under the spray.

"Go ahead and rinse out. Hope you like argan oil, it's the only conditioner I brought."

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