50. “Why does anyone have to be naked?” - Tony and Loki :)
Gnawing on the inside of his cheek, Tony watched with narrowed eyes as Loki paused in his scrolling through the list of student jobs, to eye this particular item closely. Why did it have do be that one, of the entire list? Goddamnit.
”Why does anyone have to be naked?” He probably sounded far too sullen, but he just couldn’t help it.
Loki rolled his eyes, never turning from the screen. ”It wouldn’t be much of a nude study if no-one was, well, nude. Would it?” He shot Tony a smirk, neat, black eyebrow elegantly arched.
With a too-sharp shrug Tony tipped his head forward, scowling at his frayed cuticles. ”Doesn’t seem right”, he muttered down at his own lap.
There came a snort from Loki’s direction. ”I’d better mark this day in my calendar. ‘The day Tony Stark objected to someone taking their clothes off.’ Should be a national holiday.”
Yeah, as if he would generally object to Loki stripping down… That was so far from the truth it was laughable. Only, Tony wasn’t laughing. If anything, there was an uncomfortable sting behind his eyelids and nope, not thinking about that anymore.
”I’m fine with someone taking their clothes off”, he still blurted out, fool that he was. ”Just not…” Tony bit the rest off so hard his teeth clicked.
The room was entirely silent for a few moments, except for the uneven hum of Loki’s ancient laptop, working away on the coffee table.
”Just not me?” Loki’s voice was so cold it sent a chill down Tony’s spine. ”Well, that’s flattering, Stark.” There came a sharp thunk-snap as he shut his laptop with a bit more force than necessary, making Tony’s eyes twich up to his tense face. ”I get that you would prefer a busty blonde or something, but not everyone would find me completely disgusting out of my clothes.” He shot up from the couch, opposite from where Tony was perched on the edge of the seat of the armchair, picked his computer up, and spun on his heel to walk out.
”Jesus, no! Stop!” Tony flung himself forward, flailing arms catching Loki around his slim thighs as he moved to sweep by, making Tony almost faceplant into his hip. ”That’s not what I… Could you just…?” He pushed himself back, half upright, still leaning into Loki’s legs, clinging to his pants like a baby koala, and blinking up at his scowling face, confusion at least hinting behind angry green eyes. ”Fuck it”, Tony muttered, mostly to himself, and cleared his throat. ”I’d be perfectly fine with you out of your clothes, Lokes. More than fine. Just not with… anyone else getting to see it?” He kind of rushed through that last bit.
Loki’s scowl slowly smoothed out as his face went slack with shock, jaw dropping slightly. ”What.” His voice was so toneless it wasn’t even a question.
”I’m a selfish asshole, all right?”, Tony snapped, fists unconsciously clenching harder on the fabric of Loki’s lounge pants. ”I don’t want a gaggle of art nerds getting to see the guy I have a crush on naked before I get the chance. So sue me!” He was almost panting by the time he was done speaking, or half-shouting, and only then realized he was still wrapped tightly around Loki’s thighs, face by the side of his ass, Loki blinking down at him, twisted around at the waist to see Tony’s expression properly. Tony swallowed, and started to let go. ”Um, I mean -”
”Anything but what you just said?”, Loki cut him off as he was about to launch into some rambling diversion.
”I… No? Not really, no.”
”Thank fuck”, Loki huffed, reached down to grab a hold under Tony’s upper arms, and with surprising strength haul him up on his feet. Fingers still curled around Tony’s biceps, he leaned down, nosed at Tony’s cheek until he tipped his chin up, and slotted their lips together.
As he slipped his own hands around Loki’s waist, humming happily into the soft kiss, Tony guessed that meant he’d get a chance to see Loki naked before the art nerds after all.
