[ To be young again and have a young man's metabolism.
Chris watches Loki shovel pasta into his mouth, chuckling quietly, and rests his hand on the curve of his back for a moment before turning away to fix himself a less ambitious plate that he eats standing up, leaning against the counter by the sink so that when he's done with it he can just put it there to be dealt with later.
He places a glass of water in front of Loki's place setting, pointedly nudging it closer. ]
I'm from New York, I eat all day whenever I see someone selling something. There's no one to sit down with at a meal anymore, not since my best friend left.
[ Bacon bits are piled onto his pasta, picked out with his fork so he gets a lot, then shovelled in. ]
Call me old-fashioned, but I like sitting down to meals with friends and family.
[ Says the man currently standing to eat. Shh. It's different, he's just snacking, this isn't a proper meal. Just wait until breakfast. Then he'll sit to eat, probably still barefoot. ]
And luckily for you, the replicators can make just about anything if programmed correctly. I still like to cook the old-fashioned way, though. Tastes better.
[ Even though, mollecularly, the food is the same and also made from replicated ingredients more often than not. Chris still maintains you can tell the difference. ]
[ He's starting to get that picture, though Chris is still missing the full context of just what kind of culture Loki comes from. He'd definitely be interested to find out, though. ]
I don't think I've ever had boar, let alone boar roasted over an open fire. Sounds fun.
[ Chris tends to content himself with less grandiose meals. Chili, pasta, curries, barbecue... all regular human dishes designed to stick to your ribs and be shared among many. Finicky things like sushi are all well and good, and he's perfectly happy to eat them, but when it comes time to cook, he tends to go all out.
Finishing his own glass of water, he lifts his eyebrows at Loki and shrugs. ]
Considering I don't know what that is, I doubt it. But maybe.
[ Finishing his meal, he slides off his stool and goes for seconds since he was already offered. Alas, no immortality-granting apples will be made today! ]
It sounds fun until you get halfway into the night and everyone starts to think they're in Valhalla, challenging each other to drunken duels. I sing sometimes, if mother wishes it, but there's really no point after a certain hour.
[ He mirrors Chris by bumping up at his side, eating off his plate where he stands. ]
Chris, this is so good. You're twenty-percent even more attractive now.
Isn't that the best part of the party, though? The drunken carousing to round out the night?
[ Most of Chris's parties these days end in a nice glass of wine and maybe a few pieces of chocolate or stone fruit and then a quiet wind-down doing dishes by hand and reading in front of the fire before bed. He's too old for the kind of drunken carousing he got up to when he was Loki's age. Or...younger, at least. ]
I didn't know you could sing. Will you sing for me, some time?
[ When Loki comes up to stand beside him, bumping their hips together, Chris lets himself slide an arm around his waist and tuck him up against his side, tucking his fingertips in through the belt loop on the waist of his uniform trousers. ]
Only twenty percent? Damn. I'm going to have to work harder come breakfast.
[ Sounds like trouble, is what it really sounds like, but Chris has had to attend countless diplomatic dinners with foreign cultures across the galaxy, he likes to think he'll probably be able to handle himself just fine.
Obligingly sliding his hand down to cup Loki's ass as he wiggles in against him, Chris winks at him. ]
Finish your dinner. Breakfast will come in due time.
Okay, but, [ plate cleaned, he wipes his mouth with the back of a hand and laughs as he rests his forehead on Chris's temple, ] I don't feel incredibly sexy when stuffed with pasta.
[ Chuckling quietly, Chris uses the hand not busy palming Loki's backside to take the plate out of his hands and twists to deposit it in the sink, freeing it up to pat Loki on the stomach over his uniform shirt. ]
Does it make you feel incredibly sleepy? Carbs usually do that to me.
Yeaaah, yes. I haven't slept a lot since I got here.
[ He can go up to forty-eight hours without resting but he's starting to feel the strain on this, the fourth day. Thor could power through exhaustion but he's made of concrete and idiocy.
Chris gets a squint, then kisses that travel from one corner of his mouth to another. ]
This was your nefarious plan all along, wasn't it? Fill me up with carbonara, then get me all settled and bam! I wake up in a science lab, first god to be classified. I see through your evil ways, Christopher Pike ...
[ How lucky for them both, then, that the captain's quarters comes with such a comfortable bed.
He starts to try and gently herd Loki in the direction of his bedroom, accepting the kisses pressed to his lips and smiling through them as he maneuvers them around furniture towards his bedroom door. ]
Oh no. You've found me out. Whatever will I do now that I won't be able to squeeze you under a microscope all full of pasta and cheese?
[ Loki's head tips back on the giggles that bubble up, feeling way too full of good food and joy to argue that he wants to stay up longer. He does peer around the bedroom when walked backwards into it, giving an Oooo! ]
Being captain has some perks, huh? This looks nice ...
[ He slips out of Chris's hold to sit back on bent elbows on the bed, laughter alight in his eyes as he tugs at the hem of his blue shirt. ]
I know I haven't handed in my report yet, sir, but there's no need to discipline me!
[ Laughing, he plants his hands on either side of Loki's body on the mattress, leaning over him to steal a long and thorough kiss, before straightening up and moving to pull the young man's boots off, setting them aside.
See? Discipline. Getting undressed and taking care of your uniform before any hanky-panky can occur. ]
[ His boots are willing to be sacrificed if Loki gets kissed like that, grinning up. He hooks his long legs around Chris's hips to drag him down, running his hands under that obnoxiously thick uniform to feel the heat of Chris's body, trying to get him to give up another kiss like that. ]
Get naked, that's an order. Last one of the night.
[ Just because he also wants to get undressed, Chris does let Loki push up his golden tunic and shifts himself to help pull it up over his head, leaving the tight black undershirt for now so he can focus instead on Loki's purloined blue shirt. ]
You're giving me orders now? That's not how that works on my ship...
[ And yet he still gets rewarded with a kiss regardless, and with Chris's hands running gently up his sides as he eases the blue shirt up and over Loki's head before setting it aside. ]
I'm the admiral of getting you off and I say, [ the black undershirt comes off with the blue and Loki runs a hand up the back of Chris's neck to get a fist in his hair, ] I say, nothing matters beyond the edges of this bed.
[ Maybe the pasta hasn't killed off his sex-drive entirely, kissing Chris with unhurried passion. ]
[ Gently, Chris pushes Loki back towards his pillows, quietly pleased by the sight be presents — a sight Chris is self-aware enough to admit he'd imagined more than once — following him down both because he wants to but also because Loki has a pretty solid grip on his hair right now. ]
Well then. Admiral.
[ He pins Loki down with the bulk of his body and hooks the fingers of one hand under the button at the front of his trousers but doesn't undo them just yet, just tugs lightly to tease. ]
[ Feeling safe and wanted, he slides his hands to cup Chris's cheeks and gently runs the pads of his thumbs under his eyes. Loki wants to be an anchor, a harbour. It's rare such a selfless humour takes him, Chris is definitely an exception. ]
Tell me what you need, what you want. What you want to do and want me to be ... it's okay.
[ It's more options to offer, that's all. ]
And don't give me a romantically shallow answer like "you're good enough as you are", because I know that.
[ Already, Loki knows him well enough to know his first impulse; Chris smiles at him broadly enough that his eyes crinkle beneath those gentle thumbs, but he does take the time to give the question posed the consideration it deserves instead of giving in to the urge to parrot that extremely on the nose response. ]
I want... a lot. [ He wants so much he doesn't know how to articulate everything. ] I want a lot. With you.
[ Where to even start? ] I want to repeat what we did on that planet. I want your knees up by your ears. I want you flat on your front with your legs spread for me. I want you bent over a table. I want you begging me, I want to leave marks on your skin, I want to leave you feeling me inside you for hours to come. I want...
I want to curl up here and fall asleep with you and know that when I wake you'll be right there beside me. [ Too honest? Too serious? Loki did track him down across the galaxy and break into his ship to see him again, though. That's pretty serious stuff, right? ] I want to listen to you tell me about the experiments you've been running, about the friends you've made among the crew, about the gossip circulating the lower decks that I never get to hear any more.
[ Loki has been slowly getting hard since they started walking to the bed and at first he gives an upward squirm at the imagery to let Chris know how it's affecting him, then he grows still and can only play with his hair as the guy gets his emotional hooks right behind Loki's ribs to ensnare him for good. Acting like he doesn't need romance is a defence mechanism but being persistently offered it takes his breath away and he hasn't developed any resistance, so when he kisses Chris softly he doesn't think man nor god nor pasta could stop him giving Chris everything he wants and more.
When he finds his voice it sounds less sarcastic than he intends. It's fond. ]
I suppose I can accommodate all of that.
[ He slips a cool hand past the flies on Chris's uniform pants with a deftness only a master thief could exact and bypasses his underwear too, soft fingers gliding lightly along the length of him. ]
I haven't slept with anyone else since I bedded you.
[ This is what you get when you decide to throw your hat in with an old man, Loki. He has old man ideas, like sleeping curled up in the same bed and sharing meals over the kitchen counter and talking about your day together.
The sex ideas are pretty good too, of course, but Chris is glad the other, softer stuff appeals just as much. ]
Not too much for you?
[ Chris has made his peace with his future, has been telling himself the names of all those kids whose lives he saved by putting himself in danger that fateful day yet to come, and he's almost convinced himself that he really is okay with it all. But with the promise of all that he's just blurted out hanging between them...
He shifts his hips into Loki's cool palm, grateful for the distraction his touch presents. Anything to stop thinking about how his life is going to turn out. ]
Neither have I.
[ Not that it's much of a surprise where Chris is concerned, considering his pesky moral hang ups about sleeping with his underlings. He's still glad to hear that, though. He's definitely possessive enough to not enjoy the idea of someone else touching something only he wants to touch. ]
[ He doesn't mean to patronise; Chris is solemn and captain-y, responsible in ways Loki rarely is (upfront, at any rate), and he has a maturity that the godling absconds from whenever he can help it. Chaos deities aren't reliable unless it surprises. Chris is also eager to enjoy himself and would, Loki thinks (if allowed to really let loose) be a terror to stir upsome mischief with. He's also too good to ever do that, Loki knows. So his age is almost a joke, a non-issue Loki can make light of because even for a mortal he ought to have countless decades left for Loki to bother him in. ]
Nothing involving you is too much for me, I'm always here for it.
[ With a wink, he makes a show of blowing at their remaining clothes and making them disappear, a thump of fabric hitting the floor nearby giving up their new location. Grinning, Loki kisses Chris and runs his legs up his beloved captain's sides, guiding his cock to run alongside his own and making himself gasp. ]
[ It's been a long time since anyone called him a boy in a way that wasn't barbed to hurt — in fact, it was Loki's "boy in the market" comments the last time they saw each other, really — but he doesn't bristle when Loki says it again, perhaps because he sounds so painfully fond when he says it.
He's about to open his mouth to respond, though he's not sure if he's going to go sincere or funny, when Loki puffs up his cheeks and blows at him, and suddenly all his clothes are gone.
Blinking down at their bare bodies, Chris huffs. ]
Now that's a neat trick. I'd ask if you could teach me, but...
[ Slowly, he gives a languid roll of his hips to glide his thickening cock alongside Loki's, humming lowly in the back of his throat. ]
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Chris watches Loki shovel pasta into his mouth, chuckling quietly, and rests his hand on the curve of his back for a moment before turning away to fix himself a less ambitious plate that he eats standing up, leaning against the counter by the sink so that when he's done with it he can just put it there to be dealt with later.
He places a glass of water in front of Loki's place setting, pointedly nudging it closer. ]
Remember to breathe between bites, please.
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I'm from New York, I eat all day whenever I see someone selling something. There's no one to sit down with at a meal anymore, not since my best friend left.
[ Bacon bits are piled onto his pasta, picked out with his fork so he gets a lot, then shovelled in. ]
She didn't cook, though.
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[ Says the man currently standing to eat. Shh. It's different, he's just snacking, this isn't a proper meal. Just wait until breakfast. Then he'll sit to eat, probably still barefoot. ]
And luckily for you, the replicators can make just about anything if programmed correctly. I still like to cook the old-fashioned way, though. Tastes better.
[ Even though, mollecularly, the food is the same and also made from replicated ingredients more often than not. Chris still maintains you can tell the difference. ]
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[ Those space-Vikings party hard. ]
Could the replicator make me a golden apple of Idunn?
[ Mischief!! Brows waggle, hinting it would be best if not. ]
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I don't think I've ever had boar, let alone boar roasted over an open fire. Sounds fun.
[ Chris tends to content himself with less grandiose meals. Chili, pasta, curries, barbecue... all regular human dishes designed to stick to your ribs and be shared among many. Finicky things like sushi are all well and good, and he's perfectly happy to eat them, but when it comes time to cook, he tends to go all out.
Finishing his own glass of water, he lifts his eyebrows at Loki and shrugs. ]
Considering I don't know what that is, I doubt it. But maybe.
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It sounds fun until you get halfway into the night and everyone starts to think they're in Valhalla, challenging each other to drunken duels. I sing sometimes, if mother wishes it, but there's really no point after a certain hour.
[ He mirrors Chris by bumping up at his side, eating off his plate where he stands. ]
Chris, this is so good. You're twenty-percent even more attractive now.
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[ Most of Chris's parties these days end in a nice glass of wine and maybe a few pieces of chocolate or stone fruit and then a quiet wind-down doing dishes by hand and reading in front of the fire before bed. He's too old for the kind of drunken carousing he got up to when he was Loki's age. Or...younger, at least. ]
I didn't know you could sing. Will you sing for me, some time?
[ When Loki comes up to stand beside him, bumping their hips together, Chris lets himself slide an arm around his waist and tuck him up against his side, tucking his fingertips in through the belt loop on the waist of his uniform trousers. ]
Only twenty percent? Damn. I'm going to have to work harder come breakfast.
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[ It's both a terrible and hilarious idea. Captured, he leans against him and gives a wiggle under that hand so it has a booty to chase. ]
I love breakfast meats. [ A mock-serious look pins Chris in place. ] Please do not play with my heart like that, I will not survive.
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[ Sounds like trouble, is what it really sounds like, but Chris has had to attend countless diplomatic dinners with foreign cultures across the galaxy, he likes to think he'll probably be able to handle himself just fine.
Obligingly sliding his hand down to cup Loki's ass as he wiggles in against him, Chris winks at him. ]
Finish your dinner. Breakfast will come in due time.
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Does it make you feel incredibly sleepy? Carbs usually do that to me.
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[ He can go up to forty-eight hours without resting but he's starting to feel the strain on this, the fourth day. Thor could power through exhaustion but he's made of concrete and idiocy.
Chris gets a squint, then kisses that travel from one corner of his mouth to another. ]
This was your nefarious plan all along, wasn't it? Fill me up with carbonara, then get me all settled and bam! I wake up in a science lab, first god to be classified. I see through your evil ways, Christopher Pike ...
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[ How lucky for them both, then, that the captain's quarters comes with such a comfortable bed.
He starts to try and gently herd Loki in the direction of his bedroom, accepting the kisses pressed to his lips and smiling through them as he maneuvers them around furniture towards his bedroom door. ]
Oh no. You've found me out. Whatever will I do now that I won't be able to squeeze you under a microscope all full of pasta and cheese?
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Being captain has some perks, huh? This looks nice ...
[ He slips out of Chris's hold to sit back on bent elbows on the bed, laughter alight in his eyes as he tugs at the hem of his blue shirt. ]
I know I haven't handed in my report yet, sir, but there's no need to discipline me!
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[ Laughing, he plants his hands on either side of Loki's body on the mattress, leaning over him to steal a long and thorough kiss, before straightening up and moving to pull the young man's boots off, setting them aside.
See? Discipline. Getting undressed and taking care of your uniform before any hanky-panky can occur. ]
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Get naked, that's an order. Last one of the night.
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You're giving me orders now? That's not how that works on my ship...
[ And yet he still gets rewarded with a kiss regardless, and with Chris's hands running gently up his sides as he eases the blue shirt up and over Loki's head before setting it aside. ]
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[ Maybe the pasta hasn't killed off his sex-drive entirely, kissing Chris with unhurried passion. ]
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Well then. Admiral.
[ He pins Loki down with the bulk of his body and hooks the fingers of one hand under the button at the front of his trousers but doesn't undo them just yet, just tugs lightly to tease. ]
What else did you have in mind?
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Tell me what you need, what you want. What you want to do and want me to be ... it's okay.
[ It's more options to offer, that's all. ]
And don't give me a romantically shallow answer like "you're good enough as you are", because I know that.
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I want... a lot. [ He wants so much he doesn't know how to articulate everything. ] I want a lot. With you.
[ Where to even start? ] I want to repeat what we did on that planet. I want your knees up by your ears. I want you flat on your front with your legs spread for me. I want you bent over a table. I want you begging me, I want to leave marks on your skin, I want to leave you feeling me inside you for hours to come. I want...
I want to curl up here and fall asleep with you and know that when I wake you'll be right there beside me. [ Too honest? Too serious? Loki did track him down across the galaxy and break into his ship to see him again, though. That's pretty serious stuff, right? ] I want to listen to you tell me about the experiments you've been running, about the friends you've made among the crew, about the gossip circulating the lower decks that I never get to hear any more.
I want to make you breakfast.
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When he finds his voice it sounds less sarcastic than he intends. It's fond. ]
I suppose I can accommodate all of that.
[ He slips a cool hand past the flies on Chris's uniform pants with a deftness only a master thief could exact and bypasses his underwear too, soft fingers gliding lightly along the length of him. ]
I haven't slept with anyone else since I bedded you.
[ Throwing that out there. ]
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The sex ideas are pretty good too, of course, but Chris is glad the other, softer stuff appeals just as much. ]
Not too much for you?
[ Chris has made his peace with his future, has been telling himself the names of all those kids whose lives he saved by putting himself in danger that fateful day yet to come, and he's almost convinced himself that he really is okay with it all. But with the promise of all that he's just blurted out hanging between them...
He shifts his hips into Loki's cool palm, grateful for the distraction his touch presents. Anything to stop thinking about how his life is going to turn out. ]
Neither have I.
[ Not that it's much of a surprise where Chris is concerned, considering his pesky moral hang ups about sleeping with his underlings. He's still glad to hear that, though. He's definitely possessive enough to not enjoy the idea of someone else touching something only he wants to touch. ]
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[ He doesn't mean to patronise; Chris is solemn and captain-y, responsible in ways Loki rarely is (upfront, at any rate), and he has a maturity that the godling absconds from whenever he can help it. Chaos deities aren't reliable unless it surprises. Chris is also eager to enjoy himself and would, Loki thinks (if allowed to really let loose) be a terror to stir upsome mischief with. He's also too good to ever do that, Loki knows. So his age is almost a joke, a non-issue Loki can make light of because even for a mortal he ought to have countless decades left for Loki to bother him in. ]
Nothing involving you is too much for me, I'm always here for it.
[ With a wink, he makes a show of blowing at their remaining clothes and making them disappear, a thump of fabric hitting the floor nearby giving up their new location. Grinning, Loki kisses Chris and runs his legs up his beloved captain's sides, guiding his cock to run alongside his own and making himself gasp. ]
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He's about to open his mouth to respond, though he's not sure if he's going to go sincere or funny, when Loki puffs up his cheeks and blows at him, and suddenly all his clothes are gone.
Blinking down at their bare bodies, Chris huffs. ]
Now that's a neat trick. I'd ask if you could teach me, but...
[ Slowly, he gives a languid roll of his hips to glide his thickening cock alongside Loki's, humming lowly in the back of his throat. ]
I think we have better things to do.
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