Paul hustles. It's like that kiss Loki leaves him with spurrs him on, and in a way it does. He hasn't felt close to someone like this in a long time. He hasn't felt loved like this in an even longer time. He left without a worried, worried about Loki's safety, not wanting to jeopardize everything Loki did to try to do to get out of an oppressive, terrible situation. Loki's forgiven him. Loki understands, just like Paul understands that Loki's a good guy, doing good things.
That's the thing about both of them: patience has been instilled in them since young.
He drops Loki off and immediately drives a few hours to grab the parts the shop refused to special order until later. Hauls them in the back of his trunk where he still swears he sees the imprint of Nino and Bernie's duffel bag filled with money where it stayed. Gets to work and refuses to take a lunch and works overtime, doing the same thing the next day until Loki's car is not only fixed, but tuned perfectly and modified. Paul uses the dirty money he got from the run he'd wound up nearly totalling Loki's care in anyway, figures it's even that way.
Loki deserves something nice. Fixing cars and driving are the only things Paul can really do. It seems like a no brainer.
--
Loki looks like shit, like he hasn't slept--probably he hasn't, Paul guesses, from how he's chewing on that toothpick and the slow, sloped way he's blinking--and Paul resists the urge to curl his hand against Loki's around that cup. He settles instead for looking at him longingly. Probably, people think he's staring. He's not not staring. It's hard not to, Paul's drawn to Loki in every way possible.
Pie's good, coffee's great--Paul's a sucker for lemon or lime meringue and any coffee that's not the autoshops is good coffee. Loki's here, too. That's what matters.
"Should be fun," he comments, mostly because winter isn't anything he's had to deal with too much in LA. Housewives fascinated him in a way they probably shouldn't, too: something about how devoted they are, a lot of times for people they barely actually know.
Paul, a smudge of grease on his face, overalls ditched only for the ride here, looks over at Loki. Loki's a busy guy. Loki's taking time to treat him.
"You got 10 more minutes?" He asks, voice soft, brows lifting.
There was never any mistaking where Paul's attention was and Loki reveled in it with just as much ease as he ever had; a lifetime of being an anchor for the driver, and fully at the ready to defend whatever Paul wanted to do with a full throated protective passion. Who cares what people think, even in this small town. They were friends, having coffee. Plenty of people had coffee.
Plenty of people would do terrible things for the people they loved.
Paul looked perfect in his smudges, smelling of oil and car and sweat and work. Good to the point of distraction. Loki tried to keep his face serious, or at least generally blank, but he couldn't quite hide the soft tilt of a smile that played at the corners of his lips anyway. Wednesday wasn't so far away.
"Yeah, course I do. What's up?" He shifts with his attention, leaning over his cup a little more.
There's a slow, soft curl of Paul's lips as soon as the words 'course I do' fall from Loki's lips, unable to help himself. He's excited. It doesn't show in a giddy way, no, but he blinks and he smiles and he stares at Loki like he's the only one in the world, because he is.
"I wanna show you something." It's an offer despite the tone, even if he knows Loki doesn't mind because he's already getting up and moving to his car, coffee in hand, pie long since gone. The smile is gone but it's still around his eyes, and he reaches out to open the door for Loki on his way to the driver's seat.
It was good they'd gotten to go cups and Lok drops a handful of crumpled bills on the table from the jacket pocket as he follows Paul towards the door and out. There was no question in it - 'I wanna show you something' wasn't likely to get refused, like two little boys playing out in the woods. Loki flicks a smile at Paul as he passes him and heads towards the passenger side.
"You behind the wheel and ten minutes? Hell we could probably get out of state."
He shouldn't entertain the idea of running away with Paul. That didn't stop some rebellious part of his brain from doing it anyway.
Paul's face pulls into brief but bright grin, cheeks ruddy like a schoolboy as they climb into the Chevelle Malibu he'd eyed since they were kids. He moves with purpose, moving his body only when nessecary, always unusually still but as he passes Loki he chances a very small touch: his fingers ghost along the small of Loki's back trailing softly as he moves, there and gone in an instant.
Paul still can't believe Loki's real.
They drive, and Paul stays fairly quiet as they finally pull into his workplace, a familiar car elevated on the lift. Paul waits to get out, looking at Loki.
"You shouldn't have wait." Not for his car. Not with what Loki does, how he chases the bad guys. How he's good. Paul loves driving Loki around more than anything, but acts of service has always been his love language. Getting Loki's car sorted out in a matter of 48 hours was almost as satisfying as his alternative job.
The touch across his back, muted by his jacket, still brought a hint of mischief into the edges of Loki's expression, the corners of his mouth curling up fractionally as they settle into the car. It made his heart flutter in a way that he normally only felt when he was on the edge of having an explosive panic attack, the results of which tended to almost always launch him into a violent coping resolution, and it was odd in its unfamiliarity. Odd in the flood of warmth it brought him.
Loki's head stays on a swivel and he looks over to watch Paul drive into the little car shop lot. What had he done? You shouldn't have to wait. Nothing could have stopped the way his lips curled at the edges, face softening fondly. He wants to make a joke about this being payment for that great fuck the other night, but it wasn't 'just a fuck' and this idea is swiftly followed by dissent. He didn't want to make what they had small and Paul's work was rock solid. Any car tuned by him probably ran just as good if not better than when it rolled off the lot.
"Put a rush job on it?" As soon as Paul parks, Loki steps out, closing the door but waiting with his arm resting on the top of Paul's car for the man himself to step out and lead the way. "It's only been two days - parts get in early?"
Loki takes Paul out for coffee and donuts, and Paul thinks it's the best thing in the world. Now he's getting to show his hard work to Loki, and he thinks as he slides out that maybe this is the best thing in the world, too. That lightness that hardly ever touches him, magnified because of Loki's presence.
'I did this for you, because I know it would make you smile.' But that seems too corny, too much like he's showing off. He doesn't want to show off, he just wants Loki to be happy.
"I took care of it," he answers nebulously. He can't lie to Loki like he wants to but he's too humble to admit he drove like hell to pick them up himself and spent most of the night assembling everything. He points, making his way further into the little garage, knowing Loki will follow him.
Of course Loki follows him, his smile breaking wider at Paul's 'I took care of it'. It would be ominous, if they weren't talking about his car, because Paul was always thorough. Efficient in a way that would be scary if Loki didn't already trust him so much.
"What can I say, we both know takin' care of cars were never my thing." It was Paul's and part of the respect they had for each other growing up was not elbowing in on the Things that they both liked. Accepting each other what they were, what they wanted, what brought them that small fraction of peace that they both so deeply needed.
"So I'm guessing this means that it hasn't run as well as it's going to since it came off the lot?" He couldn't say that he was proud, but he was. Paul was good. Paul had busted his ass for this. Two days. For him. His cheeks were going to hurt by the time they parted again.
"No bill," Paul says that automatically, because he means it. He's the one that wrecked his car anyway, even if they can't say it out loud. This isn't what he owes Loki, but it's what he wants to do.
Let Loki be the good guy. He knows how, he's smarter then Paul ever was and he's got a decent head on his shoulders. Anything Paul can do to help.
Shit.
He's really got it bad for Loki. Paul leans against Loki's car, pleased. He takes a small breath.
Loki clucks under his breath with a fraction pull back of his head, one hand spreading wide. C'mon.
"We can't do that to Earl's bottom line. Plus then he'll find out you're tryin' to trade out under the table here. Let me pay the quote he gave me." He doesn't realize that his smile is breaking out towards a grin.
"You bein' here makes things nice. Let's not fuck that up by fuckin' up the paperwork at your job, huh?"
God. All he wants to do is get closer, lean in, invade Paul's space and absorb all those little smiles that Paul had for him. All those kisses waiting just there for him to collect. Maybe it was better that the car was between them. Better that he had to get back to work, lest he ask Paul to take the afternoon off to push him around and bend him over something.
"You know that if you don't, I'll just be back here later talkin' to Earl myself."
Loki's stubborn as hell. Paul's stubborn, too, but he's not sure if he's going to win this one. Loki's got morals. Loki's a good person. He decides to give in, but only halfway, and only because Loki looks at him like that with a car between them, and it's Paul's kryptonite. Loki's never looked so good, and Paul's caught in the way his adam's apple bobs, those bright blue eyes hidden behind consistently furrowed brow.
The quote is the quote, anyway. Paul's gone above and beyond and cashed in a portion of the got from the heist anyway. Maybe someone else would get mad about dirty money--or maybe Loki doesn't know. Paul doesn't care. Loki's letting him do this.
"Bring it in for winter tires," he says finally, and wanders off to grab said paperwork. Eyes are on Loki, if only because Paul's smiled and said more than he ever has to him alone.
Victory, or close enough, and Loki just grins as he walks around to the other side of the car to lean and wait for Paul to get back with the keys and the bill, ignoring the stares. If he paid it attention, they'd only feed it. Friends, they were friends, obviously. Friends and nothing (everything) more.
He fishes out his checkbook - Earl hadn't quite gotten up to cards yet it seemed and with the fees and the cost of equipment, Loki could understand why - and fiddles with it until Paul gets back. Once he's got the clipboard in hand, he can pour over the quick paperwork, tear the check off and clip it under the fastener.
"We still on for tomorrow?" The clipboard is held out in trade for the keys. Just business, ma'am.
Just business. Paul doesn't seem to think anything about anyone eyeing the situation. The novelty of him talking to someone so much will wear off once Loki comes around again. If he does. Paul hopes more than anything that's the case.
"Tomorrow. If you can make it." The last thing he wants to do is get in the way of how important Loki's job is as a LEO. The thing he does want to do is kiss him senseless. Loki looks good like this, in a garage. Probably, that's him.
"After, we can go for a drive." Just the two of them. No one else. He drops his voice. "Sneak a case of beer into the woods like we used to."
"I'll make it. Who could pass that up?" Come hell or high water. The only thing that would stop him is if they had a major break in the case and even that shouldn't last more than twelve to fourteen hours - worst case scenario, they have to reschedule and Loki spends that time quietly worried that they've missed their shot and that Paul will vanish again in the dead of night. Either way, he wasn't going to elaborate more to fill the space between them that they couldn't fill with themselves, and spins his keys around his finger right into his palm.
"Make sure you tell Earl how pleased I am with how quick this went. Probably not paying you near enough." He flashes Paul a smile and heads for the other side of his car. The goodbyes weren't going to be what either of them wanted, and they just had to wait until tomorrow, right?
Except for the fact that Loki moves through the rest of his day with Paul invading any spare brain space that he might have, the faint crinkle around Paul's eyes when he smiles is just as haunting as the smile itself. He tries to push it all away and mostly manages until the evening - it was always harder in the evening if he wasn't on a beat, and after battling with his paperwork and his evidence, the last thing he wanted to do was go home to his empty and barren apartment. It's where he should be going. It's where he's supposed to be going.
Instead, Loki finds himself parked outside Paul's apartment at nearly 2 am, eyeballing the one window that looked into the apartment. He should go home. Paul is probably.. well not probably sleeping and that was as far as his thought process got before he was pulling out his phone and tapping out a message.
Paul's car is there, silver dim under the sulfate streetlights. Paul's there, too, in the dim light of his small but functional apartment, a single ring light illuminating his work, hands covered in grease as he picks at a smaller car part with a delicate touch. His phone isn't anywhere near him, but he hears the rumble of the vibration on the coffee table. It's his phone, not a burner.
When he stands up he crosses the window, strong profile against the lazy neon shadows. Examining his phone takes only a few seconds before he looks up and over at the window, turning to look down.
Loki.
Loki came for him. Loki doesn't want to wait to see him, no one else, and there's a thrill that shoots up in the pit of his stomach and expands to the back of his neck. He's still at the window, texting back as quickly as he can so he can look at Loki from above. Romeo and goddamn Juliet.
Loki watches Paul's frame behind the windowpane, watches his bend for the phone and even though he knew it was coming, Paul's look out the window that easily found Loki and his car made Loki's heart race. This wasn't like the other times, this wasn't getting casually getting coffee after dinner, this wasn't getting rescued from his late night for shit coffee they barely touched. This was him going after Paul, him giving in to himself and the soul deep desire for the scrap of happiness he'd had the nights before.
There was a worry that maybe he was being a little overconfident in assuming that Paul felt the same way, but all those concerns were bootheeled back into the ground by the list of things that Paul has done since finding him again. It wasn't perfect, nothing was, but it was something and for the moments they could steal, it was theirs and theirs alone.
He glances at his phone long enough to get the two words before he was killing the car engine and getting out. He couldn't stop himself from looking back up at Paul, the dramatics of the angle and their eye contact not missed on him.
Loki doesn't bother knocking when he comes in, though he does come in gently with a sweep of his eyes as the door is returned to it's jam. It was 2 AM, after all, and he respected the fact that people were asleep. They didn't need the attention either. But closed and locked, Loki turns his full attention to the Driver, already stepping forward towards him.
Paul's heart is racing as he hears the other's footsteps, and he's reminded how long it's been since he hasn't dreaded a gait like that. This is different. This is Loki, and this isn't some social dance-around. This is his friend--this is his fucking soulmate, whether they like it or not--seeking him out purposefully.
Paul thinks that this is what could actually make him happy. Not Irene. It had never been Irene, Irene had just been what he thought he wanted, something he knew he could never obtain. He doesn't have to 'obtain' Loki, though. Loki is his. He's Loki's. They're all consuming.
That lock clicks in a way that Paul always finds satisfying, but not as satisfying as Loki moving toward him with intent. The driver meets him halfway and lifts one grease stained hand to the side of his compass' face to pull him closer into a desperate, wanting kiss, the other hand shifting to the small of Loki's back to press in close, ruining one of those beautifully starched white shirts. Paul doesn't care. He thinks Loki doesn't, either, tongue pushing past the other's teeth in a fit of passion, tasting him completely.
They crash into each other like the sea into the shore and Loki's hands grab onto Paul, fisting in his shirt at the collar and the small of his back without a moments thought about the perfect grease on those perfect hands or the way that it immediately made him smell like his lover. It was proof that Paul had touched him. That Paul let himself be touched. Loki felt they could both use some of that. Some selfishness.
Loki's mouth plys open at the first hint, tongue eager to wrestle with Paul's, to taste and be tasted. It didn't matter that their teeth clinked a little here and there as he pushes him back. He couldn't tell if they'd hit surface or if he'd just stopped but he manages to unfist his hands briefly and long enough to tear his winter jacket off to be abandoned on the floor. His hands shift, scrambling down to get up under Paul's shirt, greedy for a feel of him before they're moving towards his jeans, fingers a little stumbling but insistent.
This was how he had wanted to say goodbye to Paul, wanted to be the way he said hello or 'hey pass me the remote'. They weren't starry eyed kids anymore, (if they were ever starry eyed, which Loki doubts), this wasn't hormones and exploration or playacting house when they got the chance. His everything needed the quiet man, now, tomorrow, next week. The rest of his life if he could manage.
Paul allows Loki to push himself forward, still kissing with ferocity, still never wanting to let Loki go, panting into the kiss as that winter jacket hits the floor. His abdomen wound is mostly healed, and even if it did hurt Paul's mind is a flurry of lust and desire and want and possessiveness that he can't explain. Loki's got his hands tracing down to his jeans and Paul's moan is half of a pleasured growl, hot and heavy by Loki's face.
Paul's knees hit the couch and he drops the hand on Loki's back to help him with his jeans, already rock hard, already wanting for every aspect of Loki he can have. He breathes out, full of need and pulls back only to kiss along that square, strong jaw, teeth scraping at the day's stubble as he tear at Loki's shirt. The buttons pop off with the strength of Paul's desire and it's a mere fraction of a second before those lips are on the other's clavicle like they were Loki's jaw only seconds before.
That soft little snarl of Paul's goes straight to Loki's dick and as soon as the jeans are out of the way, he's pushing denim down and out of the way so he can grab Paul's hips. He didn't hear the little moan that slips out as he's nipped and kissed at, brow furrowed in pleasure, and doesn't give the tearing of the shirt more than a surprised sharp inhale and tears it off the rest of the way with a tight throated groan that slipped back into panting into Paul's ear. As soon as his hands were free, one slid around Paul's neck, fingers lightly gripping his head, the other moved back to briefly fist in his shirt before that's getting pulled up.
As soon as they were shirtless, Loki shoves Paul back into the couch, following quickly after with his own as he kisses him again, weight propped on one hand on the back of the couch to keep him from falling fully into Paul's chest and allowing him the ability to more slowly sink down to his knees. The kiss broke when he came out of reach of it, but they redirected to Paul's chest and stomach, carefully avoiding Paul's wound until he got low enough to grab and sink the hard length down his throat.
Loki's breath is hot along his chest, and Paul looks at him with nothing but lust and desire, eyes glassy from want as he watches those too blue eyes sink lower. Paul shifts, lips parted as he widens his legs for Loki, captivated as the other gets low enough.
Those sinful lips touch his cock and Paul takes a hand to run down the other's undercut, carding into Loki's hair as the other's wet, hot mouth sends pleasure coursing through him.
"Loki," he breathes, and that hand on Loki's hair slips down to gently touch the side of the other's face as best as he can, a far cry from the brutally desperate way he'd handled the other when they first reunited.
It was just as much about caving to his own whorish and desperately needy desires as it was about pleasing Paul, one fed the other without a hitch, an unbroken circuit of Loki not knowing any other way to prove how he felt. It had been agony to not reach out and touch him at the garage, to not be better equipped to thank Paul for hustling for him, to appreciate him for it.
He moans as he bobs, face leaning into Paul's palm - Loki may have been pushing him around, but their dynamic was what it was. All Paul had to do was assert himself and Loki would fall into line. As it was, he worked his pants open, cock already throbbing and straining against his boxers as soon as the trousers fell away. It also didn't escape his notice that they were going to have to be careful with that window there.
His aim was not to get Paul off, not yet, not like this, not unless Paul wanted, but to get to watch Paul's face and enjoy the feeling of Paul fucking his throat, hand idly stroking himself through his boxers before he buries the Driver as far as possible, gagging a little on the thickness and abuse, and pulling off with a gasping breath. He didn't mind the mess of spit and slick - a good blowjob wasn't good without it.
Paul knows where Loki's other hand is going, can see it in the slight curve of the other's shoulder, and fuck if that does't send shivers down his spine. Loki's getting off on doing this to him. Loki's touching him, his cock so deep in his mouth he gags--the sound makes his legs widen with a murmur of approval--and he likes it so much he has to touch himself.
Loki's mouth feels wet; warm velvet as he willingly pushes himself to swallow all of Paul. The blond exhales, breath shaky as the hand on Loki's jaw presses hard before sliding up that skull, past the short undercut to grab a fistful of his flame's beautiful long hair. He pulls just hard enough to cause a little jolt of pain but not enough to have the other ease up.
"Let's see how good you can be," he murmurs, hand forcefully keeping Loki in place as he begins to move his hips.
God that sound, that little murmur of Paul's lewd approval was everything, and Loki's grip around himself changes from idle to plying himself out of his boxers. He can't help but hum again as Paul's hand moves over and up into his hair, watery eyes locked on those stunning blues in dutiful challenge. He couldn't keep them up, not with the way Paul was positioning him, not with the way that Paul was fucking his mouth.
Loki kept his mouth open, gasping little breaths of air that were wetly cut off as Paul knocked against the top of his throat. It was just as heady as Paul's hand around his throat, an extension of that that he fully embraces as his hand moves from his cock to fist onto Paul's pants like an anchor. He wanted it, all of it, whatever Paul wanted to do to him. The only person he could really give it all over to, the only way he could really give it all over.
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Date: 2023-11-26 06:04 pm (UTC)That's the thing about both of them: patience has been instilled in them since young.
He drops Loki off and immediately drives a few hours to grab the parts the shop refused to special order until later. Hauls them in the back of his trunk where he still swears he sees the imprint of Nino and Bernie's duffel bag filled with money where it stayed. Gets to work and refuses to take a lunch and works overtime, doing the same thing the next day until Loki's car is not only fixed, but tuned perfectly and modified. Paul uses the dirty money he got from the run he'd wound up nearly totalling Loki's care in anyway, figures it's even that way.
Loki deserves something nice. Fixing cars and driving are the only things Paul can really do. It seems like a no brainer.
--
Loki looks like shit, like he hasn't slept--probably he hasn't, Paul guesses, from how he's chewing on that toothpick and the slow, sloped way he's blinking--and Paul resists the urge to curl his hand against Loki's around that cup. He settles instead for looking at him longingly. Probably, people think he's staring. He's not not staring. It's hard not to, Paul's drawn to Loki in every way possible.
Pie's good, coffee's great--Paul's a sucker for lemon or lime meringue and any coffee that's not the autoshops is good coffee. Loki's here, too. That's what matters.
"Should be fun," he comments, mostly because winter isn't anything he's had to deal with too much in LA. Housewives fascinated him in a way they probably shouldn't, too: something about how devoted they are, a lot of times for people they barely actually know.
Paul, a smudge of grease on his face, overalls ditched only for the ride here, looks over at Loki. Loki's a busy guy. Loki's taking time to treat him.
"You got 10 more minutes?" He asks, voice soft, brows lifting.
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Date: 2023-11-27 03:06 am (UTC)Plenty of people would do terrible things for the people they loved.
Paul looked perfect in his smudges, smelling of oil and car and sweat and work. Good to the point of distraction. Loki tried to keep his face serious, or at least generally blank, but he couldn't quite hide the soft tilt of a smile that played at the corners of his lips anyway. Wednesday wasn't so far away.
"Yeah, course I do. What's up?" He shifts with his attention, leaning over his cup a little more.
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Date: 2023-11-27 03:10 am (UTC)"I wanna show you something." It's an offer despite the tone, even if he knows Loki doesn't mind because he's already getting up and moving to his car, coffee in hand, pie long since gone. The smile is gone but it's still around his eyes, and he reaches out to open the door for Loki on his way to the driver's seat.
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Date: 2023-12-04 01:55 am (UTC)"You behind the wheel and ten minutes? Hell we could probably get out of state."
He shouldn't entertain the idea of running away with Paul. That didn't stop some rebellious part of his brain from doing it anyway.
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Date: 2023-12-04 02:16 am (UTC)Paul still can't believe Loki's real.
They drive, and Paul stays fairly quiet as they finally pull into his workplace, a familiar car elevated on the lift. Paul waits to get out, looking at Loki.
"You shouldn't have wait." Not for his car. Not with what Loki does, how he chases the bad guys. How he's good. Paul loves driving Loki around more than anything, but acts of service has always been his love language. Getting Loki's car sorted out in a matter of 48 hours was almost as satisfying as his alternative job.
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Date: 2023-12-08 03:06 am (UTC)Loki's head stays on a swivel and he looks over to watch Paul drive into the little car shop lot. What had he done? You shouldn't have to wait. Nothing could have stopped the way his lips curled at the edges, face softening fondly. He wants to make a joke about this being payment for that great fuck the other night, but it wasn't 'just a fuck' and this idea is swiftly followed by dissent. He didn't want to make what they had small and Paul's work was rock solid. Any car tuned by him probably ran just as good if not better than when it rolled off the lot.
"Put a rush job on it?" As soon as Paul parks, Loki steps out, closing the door but waiting with his arm resting on the top of Paul's car for the man himself to step out and lead the way. "It's only been two days - parts get in early?"
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Date: 2023-12-08 07:48 pm (UTC)'I did this for you, because I know it would make you smile.' But that seems too corny, too much like he's showing off. He doesn't want to show off, he just wants Loki to be happy.
"I took care of it," he answers nebulously. He can't lie to Loki like he wants to but he's too humble to admit he drove like hell to pick them up himself and spent most of the night assembling everything. He points, making his way further into the little garage, knowing Loki will follow him.
"You needed your oil changed, too."
This is how Paul says he loves Loki.
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Date: 2023-12-08 10:53 pm (UTC)"What can I say, we both know takin' care of cars were never my thing." It was Paul's and part of the respect they had for each other growing up was not elbowing in on the Things that they both liked. Accepting each other what they were, what they wanted, what brought them that small fraction of peace that they both so deeply needed.
"So I'm guessing this means that it hasn't run as well as it's going to since it came off the lot?" He couldn't say that he was proud, but he was. Paul was good. Paul had busted his ass for this. Two days. For him. His cheeks were going to hurt by the time they parted again.
"Got the bill handy?"
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Date: 2023-12-09 01:35 am (UTC)Let Loki be the good guy. He knows how, he's smarter then Paul ever was and he's got a decent head on his shoulders. Anything Paul can do to help.
Shit.
He's really got it bad for Loki. Paul leans against Loki's car, pleased. He takes a small breath.
"I wanna make things nice for you."
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Date: 2023-12-11 01:42 am (UTC)"We can't do that to Earl's bottom line. Plus then he'll find out you're tryin' to trade out under the table here. Let me pay the quote he gave me." He doesn't realize that his smile is breaking out towards a grin.
"You bein' here makes things nice. Let's not fuck that up by fuckin' up the paperwork at your job, huh?"
God. All he wants to do is get closer, lean in, invade Paul's space and absorb all those little smiles that Paul had for him. All those kisses waiting just there for him to collect. Maybe it was better that the car was between them. Better that he had to get back to work, lest he ask Paul to take the afternoon off to push him around and bend him over something.
"You know that if you don't, I'll just be back here later talkin' to Earl myself."
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Date: 2023-12-11 03:00 am (UTC)The quote is the quote, anyway. Paul's gone above and beyond and cashed in a portion of the got from the heist anyway. Maybe someone else would get mad about dirty money--or maybe Loki doesn't know. Paul doesn't care. Loki's letting him do this.
"Bring it in for winter tires," he says finally, and wanders off to grab said paperwork. Eyes are on Loki, if only because Paul's smiled and said more than he ever has to him alone.
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Date: 2023-12-11 03:19 am (UTC)He fishes out his checkbook - Earl hadn't quite gotten up to cards yet it seemed and with the fees and the cost of equipment, Loki could understand why - and fiddles with it until Paul gets back. Once he's got the clipboard in hand, he can pour over the quick paperwork, tear the check off and clip it under the fastener.
"We still on for tomorrow?" The clipboard is held out in trade for the keys. Just business, ma'am.
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Date: 2023-12-11 03:21 am (UTC)"Tomorrow. If you can make it." The last thing he wants to do is get in the way of how important Loki's job is as a LEO. The thing he does want to do is kiss him senseless. Loki looks good like this, in a garage. Probably, that's him.
"After, we can go for a drive." Just the two of them. No one else. He drops his voice. "Sneak a case of beer into the woods like we used to."
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Date: 2023-12-11 03:25 pm (UTC)"Make sure you tell Earl how pleased I am with how quick this went. Probably not paying you near enough." He flashes Paul a smile and heads for the other side of his car. The goodbyes weren't going to be what either of them wanted, and they just had to wait until tomorrow, right?
Except for the fact that Loki moves through the rest of his day with Paul invading any spare brain space that he might have, the faint crinkle around Paul's eyes when he smiles is just as haunting as the smile itself. He tries to push it all away and mostly manages until the evening - it was always harder in the evening if he wasn't on a beat, and after battling with his paperwork and his evidence, the last thing he wanted to do was go home to his empty and barren apartment. It's where he should be going. It's where he's supposed to be going.
Instead, Loki finds himself parked outside Paul's apartment at nearly 2 am, eyeballing the one window that looked into the apartment. He should go home. Paul is probably.. well not probably sleeping and that was as far as his thought process got before he was pulling out his phone and tapping out a message.
I don't want to wait for tomorrow to see you.
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Date: 2023-12-11 04:41 pm (UTC)When he stands up he crosses the window, strong profile against the lazy neon shadows. Examining his phone takes only a few seconds before he looks up and over at the window, turning to look down.
Loki.
Loki came for him. Loki doesn't want to wait to see him, no one else, and there's a thrill that shoots up in the pit of his stomach and expands to the back of his neck. He's still at the window, texting back as quickly as he can so he can look at Loki from above. Romeo and goddamn Juliet.
door's open
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Date: 2023-12-11 11:29 pm (UTC)There was a worry that maybe he was being a little overconfident in assuming that Paul felt the same way, but all those concerns were bootheeled back into the ground by the list of things that Paul has done since finding him again. It wasn't perfect, nothing was, but it was something and for the moments they could steal, it was theirs and theirs alone.
He glances at his phone long enough to get the two words before he was killing the car engine and getting out. He couldn't stop himself from looking back up at Paul, the dramatics of the angle and their eye contact not missed on him.
Loki doesn't bother knocking when he comes in, though he does come in gently with a sweep of his eyes as the door is returned to it's jam. It was 2 AM, after all, and he respected the fact that people were asleep. They didn't need the attention either. But closed and locked, Loki turns his full attention to the Driver, already stepping forward towards him.
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Date: 2023-12-11 11:36 pm (UTC)Paul thinks that this is what could actually make him happy. Not Irene. It had never been Irene, Irene had just been what he thought he wanted, something he knew he could never obtain. He doesn't have to 'obtain' Loki, though. Loki is his. He's Loki's. They're all consuming.
That lock clicks in a way that Paul always finds satisfying, but not as satisfying as Loki moving toward him with intent. The driver meets him halfway and lifts one grease stained hand to the side of his compass' face to pull him closer into a desperate, wanting kiss, the other hand shifting to the small of Loki's back to press in close, ruining one of those beautifully starched white shirts. Paul doesn't care. He thinks Loki doesn't, either, tongue pushing past the other's teeth in a fit of passion, tasting him completely.
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Date: 2023-12-12 12:33 am (UTC)Loki's mouth plys open at the first hint, tongue eager to wrestle with Paul's, to taste and be tasted. It didn't matter that their teeth clinked a little here and there as he pushes him back. He couldn't tell if they'd hit surface or if he'd just stopped but he manages to unfist his hands briefly and long enough to tear his winter jacket off to be abandoned on the floor. His hands shift, scrambling down to get up under Paul's shirt, greedy for a feel of him before they're moving towards his jeans, fingers a little stumbling but insistent.
This was how he had wanted to say goodbye to Paul, wanted to be the way he said hello or 'hey pass me the remote'. They weren't starry eyed kids anymore, (if they were ever starry eyed, which Loki doubts), this wasn't hormones and exploration or playacting house when they got the chance. His everything needed the quiet man, now, tomorrow, next week. The rest of his life if he could manage.
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Date: 2023-12-12 12:50 am (UTC)Paul's knees hit the couch and he drops the hand on Loki's back to help him with his jeans, already rock hard, already wanting for every aspect of Loki he can have. He breathes out, full of need and pulls back only to kiss along that square, strong jaw, teeth scraping at the day's stubble as he tear at Loki's shirt. The buttons pop off with the strength of Paul's desire and it's a mere fraction of a second before those lips are on the other's clavicle like they were Loki's jaw only seconds before.
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Date: 2023-12-12 03:13 am (UTC)As soon as they were shirtless, Loki shoves Paul back into the couch, following quickly after with his own as he kisses him again, weight propped on one hand on the back of the couch to keep him from falling fully into Paul's chest and allowing him the ability to more slowly sink down to his knees. The kiss broke when he came out of reach of it, but they redirected to Paul's chest and stomach, carefully avoiding Paul's wound until he got low enough to grab and sink the hard length down his throat.
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Date: 2023-12-12 04:29 pm (UTC)Those sinful lips touch his cock and Paul takes a hand to run down the other's undercut, carding into Loki's hair as the other's wet, hot mouth sends pleasure coursing through him.
"Loki," he breathes, and that hand on Loki's hair slips down to gently touch the side of the other's face as best as he can, a far cry from the brutally desperate way he'd handled the other when they first reunited.
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Date: 2023-12-23 04:14 am (UTC)He moans as he bobs, face leaning into Paul's palm - Loki may have been pushing him around, but their dynamic was what it was. All Paul had to do was assert himself and Loki would fall into line. As it was, he worked his pants open, cock already throbbing and straining against his boxers as soon as the trousers fell away. It also didn't escape his notice that they were going to have to be careful with that window there.
His aim was not to get Paul off, not yet, not like this, not unless Paul wanted, but to get to watch Paul's face and enjoy the feeling of Paul fucking his throat, hand idly stroking himself through his boxers before he buries the Driver as far as possible, gagging a little on the thickness and abuse, and pulling off with a gasping breath. He didn't mind the mess of spit and slick - a good blowjob wasn't good without it.
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Date: 2023-12-23 10:51 pm (UTC)Loki's mouth feels wet; warm velvet as he willingly pushes himself to swallow all of Paul. The blond exhales, breath shaky as the hand on Loki's jaw presses hard before sliding up that skull, past the short undercut to grab a fistful of his flame's beautiful long hair. He pulls just hard enough to cause a little jolt of pain but not enough to have the other ease up.
"Let's see how good you can be," he murmurs, hand forcefully keeping Loki in place as he begins to move his hips.
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Date: 2023-12-31 12:49 am (UTC)Loki kept his mouth open, gasping little breaths of air that were wetly cut off as Paul knocked against the top of his throat. It was just as heady as Paul's hand around his throat, an extension of that that he fully embraces as his hand moves from his cock to fist onto Paul's pants like an anchor. He wanted it, all of it, whatever Paul wanted to do to him. The only person he could really give it all over to, the only way he could really give it all over.