[ Loki spends fifteen minutes in the shower undoing all the deliciously filthy things done to him the night before, returning just as naked but spruced-up by comparison. He leans in the bedroom doorway, hand on a cocked hip as he listens for whether the call is over or not, tactfully waiting. ]
[ Chris supposes he should have anticipated Spock's "Captain, are you...naked?" question, complete with slightly-arched eyebrow — he did deserve it, after all — but out of all the crew to call him at this hour, he has to admit he's grateful it's Spock.
Even the sight of his captain swaddled in a robe with his hair a mess and conspicuous bruises just barely peeking out isn't enough to make Spock's professional composure crack, so he doesn't have to come up with any excuses he hasn't thought through yet. At some point, he'll probably have to explain himself, but that point won't be right now.
His report is brief and concise, which means by the time Loki has finished with the sonic shower, Chris is signing off. ]
[ Leaning back in his chair, Chris makes room for the naked godling climbing into his lap, stroking his hands up and down Loki's flanks with an admiring hum as he gets comfortable. ]
We should be grateful it was just Spock, he won't gossip about it. Probably.
[ Assuming Spock's screen wasn't viewable to anyone else, that is. If someone in the sciences lab got a glimpse of Chris looking like he just got laid, the rumor mill is going to light up like a beacon in no time. ]
The ship's been collecting data on a nearby nebula. I told him I wanted updates as soon as the numbers were crunched. He took that directive literally. [ He shrugs, smiling a little, and squeezes Loki's hips. ] Vulcans, you know.
[ Purring happily as he wriggles atop his most comfortable of seats, he drapes his arms around Chris's neck and plays with his already ruined hair. A sticky kiss takes up a long moment of his time, relishing the heat of Chris all over again, and then he asks, ]
[ Allowing himself to smile as Loki fiddles with his hair, undoubtedly making it look even more sex-mussed, Chris hums and glides his hands up and down the long, lean line of Loki's bare back, just enjoying being able to touch. ]
No. [ After a second: ] Well. Maybe later. Not right now, though.
Well, I wasn't going to walk right into it bare-ass naked, not even for you.
[ A little braid is being made down one of Chris's temples as far as his hair reaches, kisses dotting his cheek as he and Loki schmooze, procrastinating. ]
Someone with an ego about his skills in the kitchen promised me breakfast.
I wouldn't be surprised if you had. It's a nice ass.
[ As Chris would know, considering he's been up-close and personal with it a lot over the last twelve hours. Also, he knows Loki well enough to know he enjoys being admired; if he wanted to waltz naked into a nebula, Chris wouldn't exactly find it out of character for him.
He might be jealous of other people getting to admire the sight he presents, but that's another story. ]
Mm, breakfast. [ Chris lets his head loll a little to one side to check his clock against the far wall; technically it's morning, not too early to eat, but he's still feeling lazy after all his exertion last night. ] In a minute.
[ Chris groans, not really protesting, his fingertips dimpling the smooth skin of Loki's thighs as he squeezes him in response to the day his hips undulate in his lap. ]
Baby... [ The spirit may be willing, but Chris is pretty sure the flesh is too weak to get it up again, no matter how tempting Loki may be as he perches in his lap like some sort of naked concubine, those bright green eyes of his calculating. ] I'm a mess.
[ Chris wasn't the one who got to shower yet, who knows what fluids are still sticking to his body. ]
[ Black nails run up lightly from the root of Chris's cock through the hairs up his navel, migrating to safer seas as he reads Chris's body-language and pets his abs. ]
Want some company in the shower, or do you need to get your Boss Man head screwed on again before I screw it off today?
[ He is a little regretful when he feels Loki's hand drift away from his groin, but Chris doesn't chase him down about it, Spock's report having tripped some switch in the back of his head that's starting to shift him from Just Chris back into Captain Pike without him even realizing it's happening.
He lifts his chin a little to steal a quick kiss. ]
That shower stall is tiny. Why don't you poke around a little, see if you can find something embarrassing in all my stuff. I'll be out in two minutes.
[ Chris isn't dumb enough to hang on to anything truly embarrassing for himself, especially not on a vessel that isn't even technically his. If there was going to be anything sentimental or incriminating hidden in all his stuff, he'd keep it at home, where it would be safe.
Maybe one day Loki will follow him back to Earth and he'll get to see. ]
I'd offer to show you where everything is, but I'm sure you'll figure it out on your own.
[ As Loki heads in the direction of the kitchen the same green glimmer as Chris has now seen a dozen times ripples over him, adding his blue uniform and parting his hair to one side in a neat sweep: Lieutenant Lukas shoots his captain a wink over a shoulder. ]
Go get scrubbed up before I allow you to touch me again, sir.
[ Chris laughs as Loki slips out of his arms and minces off towards the kitchen, his sparkling green magic dressing him unfairly quickly. ]
Oh, is that how it is?
[ Shaking his head, he takes himself off towards the bathroom, figuring he might as well get this over and done with as quickly as possible.
The sonic refresher can be quick, just a minute or so of standing in the cubicle while the waves sluice off whatever grime has accumulated on his skin, but it always feels weird, leaving him with his skin tingling strangely as he steps out and allows himself to indulge in a full-body shiver to try and buck off the weird crawling feeling that lingers. It's hard to beat the efficiency of it, though, which is one of the main reasons he continues to use it daily instead of the more luxurious water shower.
Dressing in his uniform pants and black undershirt but not bothering with the gold tunic just yet, he quickly runs a comb through his hair before deciding that's good enough, and chances are Loki will want to mess up whatever he tries to do to it before his shift starts anyway, so there's no point in getting too attached to one style.
Wearing socks but no shoes, he steps back out into the main living area and heads towards the kitchen, spreading his hands. ]
[ Had Chris owned a water shower system Loki would have vanished for half an hour, fifteen minutes was purely because of his dislike of the sonics. He assumes Chris will take longer since this is his home and helps himself to the replicator once he deems the ingredients in the cupboards lacking.
Five minutes later his sleeves and the front of his shirt are white with flour as he mixes the wet ingredients in with the dry, the scent of vanilla in the air. He adjusts the heat on the stove and starts spooning in his first pancake. ]
That was fast! And not yet, unless you behave yourself.
[ Chuckling to himself when Loki doesn't notice his return, Chris pads up silently behind him and presses a kiss to the slice of skin bared above his collar along the nape of his neck. ]
Sweetheart. I have aprons.
[ He's sure Loki can just conjure himself a new uniform shirt, and the splashes of flour on his shirt looks terribly domestic, but if Loki had bothered to go poking through all the cabinets, he wouldn't be this dirty.
Conspicuously keeping his hands behind his back, he takes a step away and leans against the counter out of the way of the chef. See? Perfectly well-behaved. ]
Last time I had pancakes I was back on Earth, so...
[ He pushes off from the counter to meander through his kitchen, pulling down plates from a cupboard, including one to set beside the stove for the finished pancakes, and hunts down the small bottle of real Vermont maple syrup he'd been hiding in the back of his pantry.
Then, remembering Loki's comment about breakfast meats from the night before, he turns back to the fridge and digs out the rest of the bacon he'd started in on last night before stepping up to the stove to take the other burner over so they can have more than just carbohydrates for breakfast. ]
[ He glances over at the crinkling sound and double-takes Chris making bacon. Something warm starts to unravel in his chest at the sight of that, knowing he remembered Loki's favourite food for breakfast.
He playfully hipchecks him, getting a bit of flour on those smart pants. ]
Chop it up small and we can put some in the pancakes.
[ He might complain about getting flour on his pants, but Chris has a feeling Loki can either clean them for him or they're going to get a lot dirtier before the morning is through so there's no point in crying over a little flour.
A few slices already sizzling in the pan whole, he takes two more out of the package and dutifully chops them into smaller pieces so they cook up small. ]
I might have chocolate chips somewhere if you really want to push the boat out.
[ Chris laughs and takes half a step back to make space for Loki to squeeze himself between him and the stove, arching his back like a cat in heat to rub up against the fly of Chris's uniform pants.
He slides an arm around Loki's middle and kisses his neck again. ]
If I told you that it would really be over for our breakfast.
[ He sticks his nose in the air to act lofty, as if he needs a reason to let Chris have his way.
It's a very domestic and charming way to spend time together, Loki sprinkling in chocolate chips and bacon bits so the pancakes are a wild blend. He's having fun, swaying against Chris as he cooks, and mostly cooks with one hand on the arm around his waist. ]
Where shall I go while you're at work today? I want to come and visit the bridge, see you on your throne.
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Even the sight of his captain swaddled in a robe with his hair a mess and conspicuous bruises just barely peeking out isn't enough to make Spock's professional composure crack, so he doesn't have to come up with any excuses he hasn't thought through yet. At some point, he'll probably have to explain himself, but that point won't be right now.
His report is brief and concise, which means by the time Loki has finished with the sonic shower, Chris is signing off. ]
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[ Sashaying his way over with a laugh, he climbs in Chris's lap to get comfortable and demands kisses. ]
What did they want?
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We should be grateful it was just Spock, he won't gossip about it. Probably.
[ Assuming Spock's screen wasn't viewable to anyone else, that is. If someone in the sciences lab got a glimpse of Chris looking like he just got laid, the rumor mill is going to light up like a beacon in no time. ]
The ship's been collecting data on a nearby nebula. I told him I wanted updates as soon as the numbers were crunched. He took that directive literally. [ He shrugs, smiling a little, and squeezes Loki's hips. ] Vulcans, you know.
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[ Purring happily as he wriggles atop his most comfortable of seats, he drapes his arms around Chris's neck and plays with his already ruined hair. A sticky kiss takes up a long moment of his time, relishing the heat of Chris all over again, and then he asks, ]
Want me to investigate the nebula for you?
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No. [ After a second: ] Well. Maybe later. Not right now, though.
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[ A little braid is being made down one of Chris's temples as far as his hair reaches, kisses dotting his cheek as he and Loki schmooze, procrastinating. ]
Someone with an ego about his skills in the kitchen promised me breakfast.
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[ As Chris would know, considering he's been up-close and personal with it a lot over the last twelve hours. Also, he knows Loki well enough to know he enjoys being admired; if he wanted to waltz naked into a nebula, Chris wouldn't exactly find it out of character for him.
He might be jealous of other people getting to admire the sight he presents, but that's another story. ]
Mm, breakfast. [ Chris lets his head loll a little to one side to check his clock against the far wall; technically it's morning, not too early to eat, but he's still feeling lazy after all his exertion last night. ] In a minute.
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If I'm the only one hungry here, I'm going to have to improvise ...
[ Like the way one of his hands slides down to get inside Chris's robe and glide over his cock, green eyes peering intently in between kisses. ]
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Baby... [ The spirit may be willing, but Chris is pretty sure the flesh is too weak to get it up again, no matter how tempting Loki may be as he perches in his lap like some sort of naked concubine, those bright green eyes of his calculating. ] I'm a mess.
[ Chris wasn't the one who got to shower yet, who knows what fluids are still sticking to his body. ]
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[ Black nails run up lightly from the root of Chris's cock through the hairs up his navel, migrating to safer seas as he reads Chris's body-language and pets his abs. ]
Want some company in the shower, or do you need to get your Boss Man head screwed on again before I screw it off today?
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He lifts his chin a little to steal a quick kiss. ]
That shower stall is tiny. Why don't you poke around a little, see if you can find something embarrassing in all my stuff. I'll be out in two minutes.
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That just means there's nothing of secret worth in this place.
[ Loki slides off Chris's lap, offering to tug him up at last. ]
I'll get breakfast started, how about that?
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Maybe one day Loki will follow him back to Earth and he'll get to see. ]
I'd offer to show you where everything is, but I'm sure you'll figure it out on your own.
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[ As Loki heads in the direction of the kitchen the same green glimmer as Chris has now seen a dozen times ripples over him, adding his blue uniform and parting his hair to one side in a neat sweep: Lieutenant Lukas shoots his captain a wink over a shoulder. ]
Go get scrubbed up before I allow you to touch me again, sir.
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Oh, is that how it is?
[ Shaking his head, he takes himself off towards the bathroom, figuring he might as well get this over and done with as quickly as possible.
The sonic refresher can be quick, just a minute or so of standing in the cubicle while the waves sluice off whatever grime has accumulated on his skin, but it always feels weird, leaving him with his skin tingling strangely as he steps out and allows himself to indulge in a full-body shiver to try and buck off the weird crawling feeling that lingers. It's hard to beat the efficiency of it, though, which is one of the main reasons he continues to use it daily instead of the more luxurious water shower.
Dressing in his uniform pants and black undershirt but not bothering with the gold tunic just yet, he quickly runs a comb through his hair before deciding that's good enough, and chances are Loki will want to mess up whatever he tries to do to it before his shift starts anyway, so there's no point in getting too attached to one style.
Wearing socks but no shoes, he steps back out into the main living area and heads towards the kitchen, spreading his hands. ]
Well, Lieutenant. Am I allowed near you yet?
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Five minutes later his sleeves and the front of his shirt are white with flour as he mixes the wet ingredients in with the dry, the scent of vanilla in the air. He adjusts the heat on the stove and starts spooning in his first pancake. ]
That was fast! And not yet, unless you behave yourself.
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Sweetheart. I have aprons.
[ He's sure Loki can just conjure himself a new uniform shirt, and the splashes of flour on his shirt looks terribly domestic, but if Loki had bothered to go poking through all the cabinets, he wouldn't be this dirty.
Conspicuously keeping his hands behind his back, he takes a step away and leans against the counter out of the way of the chef. See? Perfectly well-behaved. ]
Smells good.
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[ He leans back into Chris to accept the kiss, turning his head for a real one before Chris moves away. ]
I don't know when the last time you had pancakes in space was but I never have, so this seemed like a good idea. Do you have any syrups?
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[ He pushes off from the counter to meander through his kitchen, pulling down plates from a cupboard, including one to set beside the stove for the finished pancakes, and hunts down the small bottle of real Vermont maple syrup he'd been hiding in the back of his pantry.
Then, remembering Loki's comment about breakfast meats from the night before, he turns back to the fridge and digs out the rest of the bacon he'd started in on last night before stepping up to the stove to take the other burner over so they can have more than just carbohydrates for breakfast. ]
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He playfully hipchecks him, getting a bit of flour on those smart pants. ]
Chop it up small and we can put some in the pancakes.
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A few slices already sizzling in the pan whole, he takes two more out of the package and dutifully chops them into smaller pieces so they cook up small. ]
I might have chocolate chips somewhere if you really want to push the boat out.
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[ He shoulders his way in front of Chris to arch his back against him, ass rubbing up against the front of those flour-dusted pants. ]
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He slides an arm around Loki's middle and kisses his neck again. ]
What's the ingredient? I might have that too.
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[ He sticks his nose in the air to act lofty, as if he needs a reason to let Chris have his way.
It's a very domestic and charming way to spend time together, Loki sprinkling in chocolate chips and bacon bits so the pancakes are a wild blend. He's having fun, swaying against Chris as he cooks, and mostly cooks with one hand on the arm around his waist. ]
Where shall I go while you're at work today? I want to come and visit the bridge, see you on your throne.
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