Chapter 1: The nicest invitation
The cold air whipped through the city, but inside the room, a warm fire crackled merrily, illuminating the wooden walls and thick rugs. The scents of pine and a fresh winter night streamed in from the balcony. Steve Rogers stood by the window, staring at the darkness. He didn’t turn when Thor walked in, pouring himself a generous glass of single malt scotch.
Steve took a deep breath before he spoke, his voice gruff. “Thor, do you ever think about it?
About the price we pay for this life?”
He could feel Thor’s confusion even without looking at him. Steve had gotten used to Thor’s golden hair and bright blue eyes, just as he had grown accustomed to the weight of responsibility on his shoulders and the sound of battle cries.
“Do you mean-”
“Not the battling, Asgardian. I love that. I mean the rest of it. The masks, making sure people don’t find out who we really are.
Making sure we don’t lose ourselves in the process,” Steve finally faces Thor, blue eyes dark and intense.
Thor took a sip of scotch, swallowing hard. “What does this have to do with the Avengers’ future?”
Steve walked towards Thor, eyes locked with his. He reached out, placing a hand on Thor’s chest. “Everything. The world may not understand, but we both bear the weight of responsibility. The world may not see it, but I know you feel it too.”
Thor’s breath hitched.
He didn’t break Steve’s gaze, unsure of what was happening. He wasn’t prepared for Steve to lean in, crushing their lips together. Surprise gave way to desire as Thor opened up to him. Steve’s tongue traced Thor’s lips, teasing him, before plunging into his mouth.
Steve’s hand gripped the back of Thor’s neck, deepening the kiss. He could feel Thor’s heart hammering in his chest, his breath hot and heavy. Thor let out a low growl, fingers tightening on Steve’s hips.
“Why did you kiss me, Steve?” he demanded, pulling back just enough to look into Steve’s eyes.
Steve blinked, his hand still on the back of Thor’s neck. “I-I thought it was obvious,” he stammered, clearing his throat.
Thor’s brow furrowed. “I don’t understand.”
Steve took a deep breath, swallowing hard. “I wanted to. I want you, Thor.”
Thor stared at Steve for a long moment, processing the words. His grip on Steve tightened as realization dawned. “Are you certain?”
Steve nodded. “Yes,” he whispered, leaning in for another kiss.
This time, there was no hesitation. Thor returned the kiss with fervor, his tongue tracing the outline of Steve’s lips before plunging inside.
He tasted of scotch and desire, and Steve couldn’t get enough. Thor’s hands roamed up and down Steve’s back, gripping his ass before lifting him up.
Steve wrapped his legs around Thor’s waist, his back hitting the cold metal surface of the table. He gasped as Thor’s hands slid up his thighs, pushing up his shirt. Thor broke the kiss, leaving Steve panting for breath as he trailed kisses down his neck.
Steve’s head fell back, his hands tangling in Thor’s hair as he moaned. “Thor, please.”
Thor smirked against his skin, his hands reaching Steve’s belt. “Patience, Steve,” he murmured, undoing the buckle.
Steve whimpered, his hips bucking up as Thor’s hand brushed against his hardening cock.