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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Thor_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Loki/Thor
  Character:
      Loki_(Marvel), Thor_(Marvel)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_1970s, Casual_Sex, Car_Sex, Semi-Public_Sex, Oral
      Sex, Anal_Sex, unprotected_sex, all_the_sex, yay_sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-23 Words: 3026
****** paradise by the dashboard light ******
by sexualthorientation_(sexyscholar)
Summary
     Thor's eyes flick over to the kid bagging his groceries.
     He’s got a nice...everything.
     He’s lean, this kid. Pale and...almost pretty. Thor likes the way his
     black hair twists into little curls around his ears. He looks up at
     Thor and blows a big pink bubble with his gum.
     Thor has a hard time looking away, which seems to suit the kid just
     fine, because he hasn't stopped looking either.
Notes
     So, I've been in a writing funk for what feels like forever. This is
     the first thing I've posted in months that's more than, like, 500
     words. I feel so rusty.
     But! I think I'm on the way back now. I hope.
     A million thank yous to ravenbringslight, not only for her On Point
     Beta, but for being an excellent cheerleader and comrade in filth. :
     ) You're fabulous, darling! <3
See the end of the work for more notes
The calendar slogs into mid-August, a time of year that belongs to families and
kids trying to squeeze the last few drops out of the rapidly dwindling summer
before school starts up again. The mix of heat and humidity in the air feels
like soup.
Thor can't handle another night sitting around, but his options are limited -
- the money he makes from road crew isn't much, and most of it goes to feeding
himself and making the rent on this place.
And that's with the break that Amora, the landlady, is giving him. She started
flirting the moment he came in to fill out an application, and while he hasn't
taken her up on the offer, he hasn't exactly turned her down either.
Like when she comes down to 'check to make sure everything's okay with the
apartment,' in her low-cut blouses and skin-tight jeans with a casserole
offering. Thor always makes sure to mention how busy or beat he is.
Amora’s a vixen. It's not her fault he's more into tods.
He does take the casseroles, though. He can't help it if he's a likable guy.
Besides, even if he could get it up for her, banging his landlady probably
isn't the best idea. If shit goes south, she could hike up his rent -- or
worse, put him out altogether.
But that’s neither here nor there. There’s no casserole to be had right now,
with Amora and her sister on a vacation down the coast, and Thor's apartment is
scarce, food-wise.
As he watches the sun sink into the bay from his tiny bedroom window, Thor's
stomach growls.
Time for a store run.
~
With the sun going down, the air is bearable if not pleasant, and the drive
down to the local supermarket in his car is a nice one. The radio is good and
loud as the muggy wind whips his hair around.
He pulls into the nearly deserted parking lot of the local grocery store and
gets out. A couple of cute girls, employees judging by the smocks, giggle as
Thor walks past them. He swaggers a little, just for them.
An older guy is in front of the store, arms crossed over his chest. He doesn't
look happy.
“Sorry, sir,” he tells Thor as he approaches. “Store's closed. A transformer
blew out so we got no power.”
Thor runs his hand over his hair. “Shit, man. That's a bummer.”
“Yeah, tell me about it. There's an A&P about five miles down the road that
way,” he says, scowling and pointing to his left.
“Thanks. Hope this all gets fixed soon.”
The guy gives him a sour look. “Yeah, me too.”
Thor gets it. Can't be easy sending customers to your competition.
~
Thor cruises the store for something easy. A couple of boxes of Hamburger
Helper, some frozen ground round, a bag of potato chips, a six-pack of Tab,
some Nescafé, and a bottle of ketchup.
Ketchup was a plant once. It balances out.
At the register, the checkout girl - a brunette named Darcy according to her
little name tag - says hello and starts ringing him up. She’s got a nice rack.
"Cash or charge, mister?"
"Cash," he tells her, pulling a twenty out of his wallet.
While she's pressing buttons on the cash register, Thor's eyes flick over to
the kid bagging his groceries.
He’s got a nice...everything.
He’s lean, this kid. Pale and...almost pretty. Thor likes the way his black
hair twists into little curls around his ears. He looks up at Thor and blows a
big pink bubble with his gum.
Thor has a hard time looking away, which seems to suit the kid just fine,
because he hasn't stopped looking either. Even as he drops his stuff into two
stiff brown paper bags.
It’s a good thing Thor didn’t buy eggs.
“And here’s your change,” the checkout girl says, breaking the moment.
“Thanks,” Thor says automatically, and tucks the money into his pocket.
When he looks back up, the pretty kid is still watching him. He sticks out his
tongue - just a tiny flick of pink - and wets his lips. Thor feels blood go
right to his dick.
Darcy isn’t paying any attention. She’s already moved on to the customer behind
him, chit-chatting and ringing up her groceries.
Thor pushes his cart to the end of the aisle, right beside the bag boy. He
smells like strawberry candy.
"You want me to help you get these to your car, mister?" he asks around the wad
of bubble gum in his mouth.
Thor's 6'4". Weighs a good 220, all muscle. He doesn't need help getting a
couple of paper bags to his car.
“Yeah, sure.”
"Hey, Darce? I'm gonna help this guy and then I'm gonna head home. You cool?"
Darce doesn't stop waiting on her current shopper, but she nods her head.
"Yeah, Loki, I'm good. Have a nice night."
The kid - Loki - hoists one bag on a narrow hip while Thor hefts the other with
one strong arm. Loki raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything. They head
outside to his car, and Thor pops the trunk.
Thor sets his bag down and fusses with the contents. He takes his time,
arranging things this way and that so the shit doesn’t go tumbling all over.
But really? What he’s really doing is stalling. And staring.
The kid is lowering the other bag into the trunk and taking his sweet time
doing it, which leaves Thor ample time to check out Loki's ample...ness.
His legs are amazing -- long, slim things that seem to go on forever. White
tube socks with red trim pulled up over his calves, leading his eye up to pale
thighs and finally, the cutest ass Thor’s ever seen, just barely hidden under a
pair of running shorts -- dark green with white trim that turns up at the hip.
Loki finally finishes with the bag and stretches back up. He wipes his forehead
with the back of his hand like it was oh so much work, and then stands there,
hand on cocked hip, looking expectant.
Oh right.
Thor digs into his jeans and fishes out the five he got in change. Loki pockets
it and grins, watching Thor and popping his bubble gum.
Thor closes the trunk and runs a hand through his hair. "Okay. Well, um --”
"Listen," Loki pops in, "my ma’s gonna expect me home in about an hour, so if
we're gonna do this..."
Thor’s eyebrows knit. "If we're gonna do what, exactly?"
“Well, the way you were checking me out in there," he says, nodding toward the
supermarket, "and staring at my ass just now... I got the feeling you wanted to
give me a little more than a tip." He arches an eyebrow. "Did I get you wrong?"
Thor swallows. Loki can't be more than seventeen. Barely.
But he’s fine as wine and Thor's blood is pumping to the wrong head and -
"No," he hears himself say. "You didn't get me wrong."
Loki smiles -- a real dazzler that shows off his straight white teeth -- and
unties the strings of his apron, pulling it over his head. His grey-green camo
t-shirt rucks up, giving Thor a glimpse of a sliver of pale skin around his
waist. He opens the door and tosses the bright orange wad of polyester into the
backseat of Thor's car. “I know a spot.”
“Yeah. Okay.”
They get into the car. Thor pushes the key into the ignition and it starts with
a rumble.
The kid smiles and runs his hand across the dashboard. “Nice car.” He turns and
tilts his head. “What’s your name, mister?”
“Thor.”
“Cool,” he says, still grinning. He slides a warm hand onto Thor’s thigh. “I’m
Loki.”
~
Loki’s “spot” is across from old baseball field about ten minutes away. The
kid’s hand never leaves his lap -- he’d worked Thor’s dick out of his jeans
before the A&P was even out of his rearview mirror and he’s been stroking it
slowly the entire ride.
Now, Thor tries to watch the bleachers through the windshield for anyone that
might wander out there, but it’s not easy to concentrate with Loki’s warm, wet
mouth wrapped around the head of his cock.
“Jesus...fuck!” he hisses on a particularly hard suck. “God, Loki.” Thor grips
the steering wheel with one hand and looks at his lap.
The kid is stretched across the front seats. His shirt’s still on, but the
shorts are off, dangling around one skinny ankle. The whole car smells like
strawberry bubblegum and coconut oil. The radio’s going, but the sound of
Loki’s slurping is nice and clear over the music.
Thor can feel himself inching closer to blowing his load right down the kid’s
throat. He’s got to pull it back, though. As good as Loki’s mouth is (and it is
good), he’s much more interested in the ass he’s currently fingering.
He chances pushing another finger into Loki’s slippery pucker -- it fights him
on it a little, but only a little, before it gives way -- and slides on into
the kid’s hot, tight body. Around his cock, Loki makes a tiny mewling sound,
but he doesn’t stop sucking.
“Baby,” he pants. “You gotta get off me, baby.”
In his lap, Loki pulls off with a pop. “How come? Don’t you like it?”
The light from the dashboard is soft and it makes Loki’s green eyes -- at least
Thor thinks they’re green -- look like they’re shining. His lips are pink and
plush and wet. Thor wants to kiss them. “I love it. God.” He lets his head fall
back against the rest. “You’re so good, but...I…” He wiggles the two fingers in
the kid’s ass and smiles when Loki’s pretty mouth drops open in a soft little
oh. “I’d rather be in this.”
“Yeah?” Loki’s face practically lights up. “Right on.”
Thor eases his fingers out and helps Loki up. It takes some maneuvering, but
Loki manages to get back up on his knees in the passenger seat. He grabs the
bottle of Hawaiian Tropic on the dashboard and squirts some of the suntan oil
on his own fingers before reaching around and under himself. He winces and
hums, rocking back on his hand for a moment. His hair has come loose from its
ponytail and hangs, soft and wavy, around his shoulders.
He’s so pretty.
“Okay,” he says, tossing the bottle on the floor. “I think I’m ready.”
Thor grunts and raises up. He throws an arm around Loki’s slim waist and tugs
him close. “You’re smoking hot,” he whispers against Loki’s lips. “You know
that?”
Loki cradles Thor’s face in both hands -- Thor can feel his oily fingers slip
against his cheek. “Yeah, I know.” He dips his head in and they kiss, slow and
deep. Loki’s tongue still tastes like fake strawberries. “Come on...”
Thor helps the kid into his lap and Loki reaches back, taking hold of Thor’s
dick and working it against his hole. The head slots in, and they gasp
together. Loki closes his eyes tight as he rolls his hips, working himself down
Thor’s length until he’s fully seated in his lap.
“F-fuck,” Loki whispers.
Thor sets his hands on Loki’s small hips. “You okay?” he manages, breathing
hard.
“Yeah, just - hngh, you’re...big.”
“You...you wanna stop?” Thor licks a sheen of sweat above his upper lip.
Loki immediately shakes his head. “Nuh uh. It - fuck, it’s okay.” He curls his
arms around Thor’s neck. “God,” he breathes. “You feel so good.”
“So do you,” Thor responds. He squeezes Loki’s waist and tilts his hips in
short, steady thrusts. It’s work, though. Loki’s channel is hot and soft and
slippery, and he’s resisting the urge to fuck up into him, hard and reckless.
Lucky for him, Loki seems to be of a similar mind. The kid raises up, using the
hands braced on Thor’s shoulders for leverage, then shoves down hard again,
letting out a long, high whine as Thor bottoms out again. “Do me, Thor,” he
pants. His breaths are coming faster as he starts to grind in his lap. “Come
on. I won’t break.”
Thor cocks an eyebrow. “Is that so?” He reaches behind Loki with one hand,
grabs a fistful of his hair and gives it a hard tug, pulling Loki’s head back.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he growls against the kid’s exposed neck as he picks
up his pace.
The front seat doesn’t offer a lot of room, but they make it work. Loki grinds
down hard each time Thor thrusts up, and it’s so good. They don’t really kiss -
- they’re both working too hard to coordinate any kind of meaningful lip-
locking -- but their mouths hover over each other, tongues darting out for the
occasional lick, and that’s good enough.
“Thor,” Loki whimpers. “I’m...shit, I’m gonna come.” He presses his firm little
body tighter against Thor’s, lips skimming the shell of Thor’s ear. “Oh, it’s
so good...”
Thor can feel the kid’s cock trapped and twitching against his belly, and he
nudges a hand between them, closing his fist around it and stroking it quickly.
His own dick is throbbing deep inside Loki, and he knows he won’t last much
longer. He’s determined to focus, though. Loki’s soft, needy cries against his
ear are too sweet to lose in the rush of his own orgasm.
“I want - fuck, I…” Loki pleads. “Thor, please…”
Thor strokes him faster. “I got you, baby. You can come.” He drags his tongue
along the sharp line of Loki’s jaw and follows it with a not-so-gentle bite.
His thumb slips over the head of Loki’s dick, and he feels the first, hot
splatter of cum as it squirts out of the kid. “There you go, baby...let it
out.”
“Fuck! Ahh!” Loki’s screaming now, and Thor says a silent little prayer that no
one did wander out there, because there’s no shutting the kid up now. Not that
he wants to. No way…
Thor’s stomach is coated with Loki’s spunk, and his dick is still twitching
gently in Thor’s fist. His screams have softened to weak little moans, and Thor
can feel the press of his lips -- wet, open-mouthed kisses -- on his temple.
“Come in me, Thor,” Loki whispers. “Lemme feel it.”
Oh, thank God.
Thor puts his hands back on Loki’s waist, holding him still while he fucks deep
and fast into that clenching heat. His climax thunders through him, sending
sparks along his skin as he pumps so hard into Loki that it almost hurts. His
cum spurts out of him in what feels like a flood, quickly filling the kid up.
Thor wishes he could hold him there for days, just spouting load after load
into him -- maybe even enough to fill out that flat tummy of his… But it’s over
almost as quickly as it started, and now, they’re just breathing. Taking big
gulps of air as their chests heave against each other.
Thor frees a hand to roll down his window. The air outside the car isn’t really
any cooler, but at least it doesn’t reek of coconut oil and sugar and sex.
“Do you think you can drive me back to the store?” Loki asks after a few
minutes. His lips are still plastered to Thor’s neck, and the kid’s voice
buzzes slightly, tickling him. “I really gotta get home or my mom’s gonna kill
me.”
~
Thor pulls into what’s now the empty A&P parking lot, and looks over at Loki.
The kid’s fallen asleep, his head resting against the passenger window. As Thor
smiles and watches the gentle rise and fall of his shoulders, guilt starts to
creep over him. In the heat and rush and thrill of everything, Thor
conveniently forgot that Loki - for all his sexy looks and lusty moves - is
really just a kid.
There’s no undoing it now, though. And there’s no use pretending he doesn’t
want to wrap Loki in his arms and take him back to his apartment for more of
the same. He’d look so good all tangled up in his sheets…
“Hey, Loki,” he says quietly, gently nudging the kid’s shoulder. “We’re here.”
“Huh?” Loki grunts. “Oh...yeah.” He wipes a tiny line of drool off the corner
of his mouth. Thor has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling at
how cutehe is. Loki looks around the empty lot, then back at Thor. “Thanks.”
“Sure. No problem.” Thor tries to smile, but it doesn’t feel really real.
Loki slinks his way over to Thor. “Not just for the ride. His eyes drift down
to Thor’s lap. “For everything.” He leans in and gives Thor a kiss -- a soft
one that Thor can still feel tingling on his mouth after the kid pulls back.
He gets out of the car then, and Thor watches him as he walks back to the
store. That sweet little ass sways back and forth in those tiny shorts, and
Thor can’t help licking his lips. Loki walks out a ten-speed bike and eases on,
kicking off and pedaling into the parking lot.
Thor watches him ride behind the car, raised a little off the seat, and that’s
when he sees Loki’s bright orange apron balled up on his backseat. He quickly
leans over and rolls down the passenger side window. “Loki,” he calls out. “You
left your apron!”
Loki brakes his bike and sets one foot back on the asphalt. He turns around and
grins. “Bring it over to me tomorrow!” he yells back. “I take my lunch break at
two.” With that, the kid winks at him and pedals off into the night.
Thor chuckles to himself. His stomach growls, reminding him of what started
this whole wild night.
He thinks back to the food in the trunk. In this heat, the ground round has
probably gone off by now. At least he’s still got the Tab and the chips.
They’ll see him through the night.
He’ll just have to make another trip to the store tomorrow.
Around two.
End Notes
     omg this has art now??? virushoney was inspired to create art of loki
     in all his teeny-shorts-and-tube-socks glory! you can check it out
     here
     (quick note: in fox terminology, a 'vixen' is a female and a 'tod' is
     a male. it's a pun, see? ahem.)
     hi cool kids i'm also on the tumblr
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