(remember this cold verse, takes place after “reflected in someone like me”)
Steve wasn’t quite sure what the rules on kissing might be.
He supposed that was what happened when you jumped from enemies to maybe friends to necking in the kitchen to nothing and finally ending up with having sex on the couch, skipping over most of the usual in-between.
So now Steve wasn’t sure. Was he allowed to just…kiss Loki? Casually? Or, not casually, but…for no reason other than the pleasure of kissing someone.
He was worried if he asked Loki would laugh at him. Steve didn’t have a lot of experience in any of this, and he had a feeling the same wasn’t true of Loki.
And he wanted to kiss Loki. He remembered…that one time, in the kitchen, had been…pretty intense. And the same when they’d ended up…well. But something slower, less frantic…Steve’s face felt a little warm and he tried to direct his thoughts elsewhere.
Really, though, all he could do was try.
So the next time he went to Loki, he hesitated a moment in the doorway. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, and immediately felt foolish, his face heating up so he was sure he must be bright red. Loki’s eyebrows rose a fraction and he looked faintly amused.
“Captain,” Loki drawled, “I have had your cock in my mouth.”
If he hadn’t been red before, he was now. “I know,” he said quickly. “But-” He fumbled, trying to figure out the best way to word what he was thinking. “It’s…different. We were…we kind of just jumped into it. And I’d like to…oh, heck.” Steve trailed off, made a face. Loki, however, looked thoughtful.
“You may,” he said, after a moment. Steve blinked at him, and Loki added, “kiss me, I mean.”
Steve stepped forward, suddenly feeling awkward. He hadn’t had any problem kissing Loki when they were…but like he’d said, this was different. He put one hand on Loki’s waist because it felt like it should go there, and the other one on the side of Loki’s neck, fingers curving around the back of his head. There were butterflies in his stomach, which felt silly. Loki was looking at him…oddly. Uncertain, Steve thought. Almost vulnerable.
That, oddly enough, gave him the courage to lean in and kiss Loki, more than a peck but not too deep either, just something gentle and warm. He felt Loki relax a little, lean into him, maybe.
Steve pulled away slowly, though he left his hands where they were, searching Loki’s face. His eyes were half closed and the look on his face…the vulnerability was sharper, almost yearning.
“You could do that again,” Loki murmured. “If you want.”
“You don’t mind?” Steve said, half joking, half asking for permission. Loki made a sound sort of like a laugh.
