[ 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.
[ Chocolate and bacon pancakes was not something Chris had anticipated having for breakfast, but he can't really complain, mainly because it seems to delight Loki so much, and he's always been a sucker for cooking companionably beside people he cares about.
Loki seems content to keep one hand on the one Chris has slid around his middle, so Chris doesn't try to move it, just lets their bodies be moved gently back and forth as they putter until there's enough pancakes for them both. ]
You're the one who chose life sciences for your fake career, how should I know what you should do while I'm working? You won't even tell me what you've been working on.
[ He presses a kiss to the edge of Loki's cheekbone to take away any sting his words might have carried, apparently blithely unconcerned with the fact that an interdimensional god-like being decided to infiltrate his ship. Perhaps he's been too easily swayed by a pretty face (and a tight ass), but it's hard to imagine Loki actually causing much damage. He could, undoubtedly, but he doesn't think he's going to. ]
If you can convince your departmental head that you need to come up to the bridge, I can't stop you. But otherwise... non-essential personnel are verboten. You want some coffee?
[ He hums and plates up a stack of pancakes in one huge tower because it's more fun to eat that way, sharing. The stove is turned off and he turns to bring the pancakes to the breakfast bar, keeping Chris close for kisses. ]
I'll find a way up to see you, bet on it. [ The challenge is too tempting to resist, now. ] Keep an eye out or you might miss me.
Mhmm. Magical security. And what does Chief of Security Lieutenant La'an Noonien-Singh think of that?
[ Actually, imagining Loki and La'an together sends a frisson of genuine fear through him. He does not see any altercation between the two of them going well; either they'll try to kill each other, or they'll get on far too well. Probably the former, but the latter isn't outside the realm of possibility. Both do not bode well for Chris's future. ]
I'm not making a bet with you, I'm a famously bad gambler. [ No he's not. He's an excellent gambler. But he's not going to boast about it. ] Now do you want coffee or not?
She doesn't have to know because I just went over her head and told my sexy lover, who happens to be her superior.
[ He laughs and starts in on the pancakes, nodding to the offer of coffee. ]
Please, yes. Chris, I'll bring my work up to you and pretend it's something banal, how about that? You'll have something to look forward to on that big old cold bridge of yours.
[ Chris can't help rolling his eyes fondly at that, though Loki does technically have a point. Chris's word is law on the ship, more or less, and if he decides to implement new security protocols, La'an is able to give him suggestions for what she thinks would be best, to help guide him in his decisions, but ultimately what he says goes.
Hopefully they won't have to test that as they go.
He sets the coffee machine going, then slides the syrup across the counter for Loki to use on his pancakes. ]
Will you come as yourself or do I have to be suspicious of every single person on the bridge my entire shift?
[ Syrup! Perfect. He drizzles it over the whole stack then cuts a big forkful and offers it to Chris, hooking his fingers into his waistband to reel him in. ]
I'll look just like this, no fear. I want you to think about your cock down my throat the second you see me.
[ Chris doesn't react to that bit of food immediately, his eyes catching on Loki's and lingering for a long, charged moment before he leans closer and opens his mouth, deliberately not breaking eye contact the entire time. ]
I think you underestimate how much I think about that anyway, sweet thing.
[ Holding that eye-contact, his smile turns sultry with a glance at Chris's lips ...
And the fork swerves back to himself so he can steal the mouthful. he muffles a laugh around it, turning his back to Chris to shield the pancakes, a blush in his cheeks. ]
[ Not terribly put out by being denied a bite of pancake, considering how many more of them there are, Chris laughs when Loki twists out of the way, his "You started it!" lost in the commotion as he reaches in to slip his fingers beneath the hem of that flour-dusted blue tunic so he can scrabble his fingers against Loki's sides in a chastising tickle.
The coffee machine beeps at him so he steps aside, the lure of caffeine too strong to ignore even when the opportunity to play-tussle with his lover is set before him.
After coffee.
Chris drinks his black, but if Loki wants to doctor his, he's welcome to, as evidenced by the fact that Chris brings a little jug of milk out with him when he carries two slightly less-than-pristine Starfleet Academy mugs over to the counter with him held together in one hand. ]
[ How dare you, he giggles as he squirms to "escape", reprieved by coffee saving the day before Chris can find out all too well exactly how ticklish Loki is. He dutifully finds another fork and slides the pancakes between them, then sets to putting sugar and milk in his coffee (he misses NY so much at that very moment).
It's a companionable, comfortable breakfast, with Loki lounging on Chris as they eat and stealing kisses around their meal. He tries his very best to back him against the countertop once the pancakes are gone, hands roaming under his black vest to feel their way back to a happy-trail. Kisses trail across Chris's jaw and down his neck, slow and sensual ... ]
[ Drinking coffee out of chipped mugs he's had half his life and sharing pancakes cooked together is a startlingly domestic morning that Chris honestly had not anticipated this time the day before, but he definitely can't lie and say he doesn't enjoy it.
By the time they've finished the pancakes and the bacon both, he's starting to feel fully human again, clean and fed and caffeinated, and it shouldn't surprise him when Loki pins his hips back against the counter but somehow it does. ]
Loki... [ Mildly chastising as his voice may be, he doesn't make any effort to stop Loki from getting his hands under his shirt or dragging his lips down his throat, just skims his palms over his shoulders and down his back in a slow caress, his chin lifting a little. ] What am I going to do with you?
[ He drops to his knees outside the purview of those hands (mostly, his hair is fair game for how nice Chris's fingers feel in it) and pushes up that shirt to get his mouth on warm abs, licking a line south as far as he can. Kneading up and down Chris's thighs, Loki rests his cheek over the soft line of his cock and makes a show of giving him a nuzzle, kisses rubbing at him open-mouthed. ]
[ It's just as well Loki likes how it feels to have Chris play with his hair, because that's exactly where his hands go when he sinks to his knees, his fingers carding through those inky-black strands gently as he finger-combs it out of his face. ]
I can't. [ He sighs, continuing to pet Loki slowly, trailing his fingers over his hairline and scratching his nails through his hair, his hips shifting slightly into the nuzzles that are being bestowed upon his groin as his cock makes a valiant effort to plumpen up. ] I don't get to take days off.
[ Loki grumbles something about hating starships, nosing his way up to rest his chin on a navel and pout blink up at Chris. His arms encircle Chris's hips as if to hold him in place with his loose embrace, enjoying the petting to his hair, and it occurs to him there's nowhere else on the ship Loki wants to be but on his knees for Chris. ]
[ Continuing to pet Loki even as he pouts up at him, Chris gives him a rueful smile. ]
I'm afraid not, sweet thing.
[ Perhaps one day if he puts himself down for some time off, he can take the whole day to waste time trading kisses and touches, but as things stand, he has to set an example for his crew.
Cupping one pale cheek in his palm, he brushes his thumb over that wicked mouth, clearly considering doing just what he said he wouldn't do. ]
[ How can he make himself memorable until then? Oh, he knows the rote denial of I'm always thinking of you! is super sweet, but this is a war against time and Loki wants to make an impression. ]
You said you like horses. How do you feel about foxes?
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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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Loki seems content to keep one hand on the one Chris has slid around his middle, so Chris doesn't try to move it, just lets their bodies be moved gently back and forth as they putter until there's enough pancakes for them both. ]
You're the one who chose life sciences for your fake career, how should I know what you should do while I'm working? You won't even tell me what you've been working on.
[ He presses a kiss to the edge of Loki's cheekbone to take away any sting his words might have carried, apparently blithely unconcerned with the fact that an interdimensional god-like being decided to infiltrate his ship. Perhaps he's been too easily swayed by a pretty face (and a tight ass), but it's hard to imagine Loki actually causing much damage. He could, undoubtedly, but he doesn't think he's going to. ]
If you can convince your departmental head that you need to come up to the bridge, I can't stop you. But otherwise... non-essential personnel are verboten. You want some coffee?
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[ He hums and plates up a stack of pancakes in one huge tower because it's more fun to eat that way, sharing. The stove is turned off and he turns to bring the pancakes to the breakfast bar, keeping Chris close for kisses. ]
I'll find a way up to see you, bet on it. [ The challenge is too tempting to resist, now. ] Keep an eye out or you might miss me.
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[ Actually, imagining Loki and La'an together sends a frisson of genuine fear through him. He does not see any altercation between the two of them going well; either they'll try to kill each other, or they'll get on far too well. Probably the former, but the latter isn't outside the realm of possibility. Both do not bode well for Chris's future. ]
I'm not making a bet with you, I'm a famously bad gambler. [ No he's not. He's an excellent gambler. But he's not going to boast about it. ] Now do you want coffee or not?
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[ He laughs and starts in on the pancakes, nodding to the offer of coffee. ]
Please, yes. Chris, I'll bring my work up to you and pretend it's something banal, how about that? You'll have something to look forward to on that big old cold bridge of yours.
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Hopefully they won't have to test that as they go.
He sets the coffee machine going, then slides the syrup across the counter for Loki to use on his pancakes. ]
Will you come as yourself or do I have to be suspicious of every single person on the bridge my entire shift?
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I'll look just like this, no fear. I want you to think about your cock down my throat the second you see me.
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I think you underestimate how much I think about that anyway, sweet thing.
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And the fork swerves back to himself so he can steal the mouthful. he muffles a laugh around it, turning his back to Chris to shield the pancakes, a blush in his cheeks. ]
Dirty talk over breakfast is now banned!
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The coffee machine beeps at him so he steps aside, the lure of caffeine too strong to ignore even when the opportunity to play-tussle with his lover is set before him.
After coffee.
Chris drinks his black, but if Loki wants to doctor his, he's welcome to, as evidenced by the fact that Chris brings a little jug of milk out with him when he carries two slightly less-than-pristine Starfleet Academy mugs over to the counter with him held together in one hand. ]
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It's a companionable, comfortable breakfast, with Loki lounging on Chris as they eat and stealing kisses around their meal. He tries his very best to back him against the countertop once the pancakes are gone, hands roaming under his black vest to feel their way back to a happy-trail. Kisses trail across Chris's jaw and down his neck, slow and sensual ... ]
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By the time they've finished the pancakes and the bacon both, he's starting to feel fully human again, clean and fed and caffeinated, and it shouldn't surprise him when Loki pins his hips back against the counter but somehow it does. ]
Loki... [ Mildly chastising as his voice may be, he doesn't make any effort to stop Loki from getting his hands under his shirt or dragging his lips down his throat, just skims his palms over his shoulders and down his back in a slow caress, his chin lifting a little. ] What am I going to do with you?
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[ He drops to his knees outside the purview of those hands (mostly, his hair is fair game for how nice Chris's fingers feel in it) and pushes up that shirt to get his mouth on warm abs, licking a line south as far as he can. Kneading up and down Chris's thighs, Loki rests his cheek over the soft line of his cock and makes a show of giving him a nuzzle, kisses rubbing at him open-mouthed. ]
Take the day off?
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I can't. [ He sighs, continuing to pet Loki slowly, trailing his fingers over his hairline and scratching his nails through his hair, his hips shifting slightly into the nuzzles that are being bestowed upon his groin as his cock makes a valiant effort to plumpen up. ] I don't get to take days off.
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poutblink up at Chris. His arms encircle Chris's hips as if to hold him in place with his loose embrace, enjoying the petting to his hair, and it occurs to him there's nowhere else on the ship Loki wants to be but on his knees for Chris. ]Not even for me?
[ An utter brat. ]
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I'm afraid not, sweet thing.
[ Perhaps one day if he puts himself down for some time off, he can take the whole day to waste time trading kisses and touches, but as things stand, he has to set an example for his crew.
Cupping one pale cheek in his palm, he brushes his thumb over that wicked mouth, clearly considering doing just what he said he wouldn't do. ]
I'll be off by 16:00 this evening.
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[ How can he make himself memorable until then? Oh, he knows the rote denial of I'm always thinking of you! is super sweet, but this is a war against time and Loki wants to make an impression. ]
You said you like horses. How do you feel about foxes?
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[ Twirling one of the longer pieces of Loki's hair around his finger, Chris arches his eyebrow down at him and smiles, a little bemused. ]
Considering I've never kept chickens, I don't have much of an opinion, I think. They're cute? Clever, too, or so I've heard.
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