lokidreamsinbw:

(thorki, bankrobbers! thor and loki, AU, loki’s showing thor’s gun some lovin’, just a drabble).

Thor’s loading the
revolver.

Two empty beer bottles
on the nightstand, sparkly green glass. Small window, no curtains. The sun is
going down outside. The trees surrounding the hotel’s parking lot look like
used matches. Smells like a forest fire out there, spicy and grey, and the
smell is in the room too.

Thor’s half sitting on
the bed, feeding the shiny cylinder its daily dose of lead. The bullets are
golden with a round silver tip. They kinda look like thimbles.

Loki is raking his fingers
through his wet hair, emptying his pockets. He slams a handful of coins onto
the table and a few dollar bills. Counts them. Thor slays two packs of Marlboro
Reds a day. The day before they pull off a heist it’s 3 packs.

It’s a big day tomorrow
so Thor’s already out of cigarettes.

Loki stuffs 20 dollars
in his pocket. The rest of the money he leaves on the table. He’ll go get Thor
a pack and get some soda for himself.

Thor had one leg pulled
close to his chest before, but he was busy with the gun and it kinda fell to
the side a little. So Loki can see him from head to toe and Thor’s fucking
gorgeous. He doesn’t have a shirt on, just a pair of light blue jeans and a
rough sawdust colored belt. A gold watch and a chain, a ring on each thumb.
Blonde hair tied back in the ponytail of sex, few loose tendrils brushing past
his strong jaw.

They had a busy day
today. Drove past the bank. Thor’s elbow was sticking out of the car, a burning
cigarette in hand. His eyes were smiling behind the sunglasses’ mirrored
lenses. He always does this, the driving by thing, the day before they rob a
place. He loves to see everything looking normal before they get there to fuck
shit up.

Met up with some guys Thor used to hang out
with when he was 15 and being moved from one foster home to another. They took
Thor and Loki to this apartment someone’s brother has up for rent and the five
of them had some beers and smoked some weed. The three dudes did some crack
cocaine too and Thor and Loki fucked in the spare room with the trippy music
coming from the living room sticking to their skin like sweat. No talking, just
skin on skin, Thor buried so deep inside him it hurt but in the best way,
Thor’s hair in Loki’s face, Loki’s leg over Thor’s left shoulder, Thor’s hand
around Loki’s throat wanting him to stay still so he can catch the exact moment
Loki’s eyes roll in the back of his head as he’s coming with a strangled moan.

Loki watches Thor. The
way he’s loading the bullets into the shiny chambers, his lips parted, the tip
of his tongue moving against the roof of his mouth, his lids all heavy, it
looks like someone has his mouth on him and Thor’s a few short breaths away
from a mind blowing orgasm.

Loki pushes away from
the table and moves slowly towards the bed, hands in his back pockets.

Thor shoves the last
bullet in with a push of his thumb. It clicks into place. He spins the cylinder
and it snaps into place.

He tilts his head a
little to examine the grip. It’s made of wood, the color of hot caramel with
some snakeskin design on it making it look fancy. He turns the revolver over in
his hand, his left hand moving over the muzzle, the sight, and the barrel.

Loki squints a little.

In one flowing motion he
tucks his hair behind his ear and sits down on the mattress, Thor’s knee
nudging the small of his back. Loki squirms a bit cause the raspy lick of denim
against his skin where his shirt rode up his spine feels really good.

Thor lowers the gun,
pushes his discarded shirt off the bed with his boot. He looks at Loki and lets
out this faint hum without even realizing it cause he spots the look on Loki’s
face.

“What is it,
babe.”

Loki leans over Thor,
bracing himself with one hand on the mattress. It’s Thor’s abdomen pressing
into Loki’s side and Loki curls his fingers around Thor’s wrist, tugs on it.
Thor lifts his hand slowly cause that’s what Loki is trying to get him to do,
and he watches him as Loki is dipping his head towards the gun, running his
tongue over his lips to make sure they’re wet and shiny enough to provoke a
twitch of arousal in Thor’s belly.

Thor’s breath hitches in
his throat cause Loki’s looking up at him all playful as he’s closing his lips
around the barrel and slowly taking it all into his mouth. It’s grey metal and
red lips and Thor exhales all breathy, grinning, cause that’s fucking hot.

“The fuck are you
doing, sweetheart.”

Loki pushes the barrel in
deeper, runs his tongue over the ejector rod. He closes both his hands around
Thor’s wrist to keep it steady and real nice and slow starts bobbing his head
up and down, keeping his eyes on Thor.

Thor smoothes the hair
from Loki’s face to see better. His hand is big and warm and surprisingly
gentle.

Loki licks around the
barrel then pulls back to tease at the muzzle with the tip of his tongue. The
turned on look on Thor’s face makes him break out into a giant smile that’s all
gorgeous crimson lips and sweet white teeth.

“This gun is an
extension of you,” Loki says, breath gusting over the barrel, “so I’m
giving it the attention it deserves.”

Loki licks the muzzle
one more time then presses a kiss to it. Thor bites his lower lip hard.

“You know what,”
Thor says, “if the state doesn’t execute me, you’ll be the fucking death
of me.”