Bruce knew what he was doing could be dangerous. By giving into his emotions he was allowing himself to lose control over the beast inside of him. Normally anger would be the only thing truly potent enough to set him off, but lust mixed with other emotions would surely be strong enough as well if he did not keep himself in check. However, that was becoming increasingly hard as his lips moved softly yet passionately against Loki’s.
Loki just stood there are first, his shock was obvious and he was not sure how to react. His mind really never did process what was happening at that moment, but his body had no problem sorting it out and reacting. His hands reached up to cup the softness of Bruce’s face and his body instinctually leaned in. Their lips moved together tenderly, innocently, yet hungrily at the same time. Bruce’s hands snaked up to the nape of his neck, tangling themselves in that long soft raven hair.
The puppy Loki was holding used its nails to climb partway down his leg and jump away, watching the two men curiously. All he knew was one minute he was comfortable, the next he was close to being squeezed to death.
Neither men noticed the absence of their new little black friend; both were too engrossed in each other. Loki was not entirely sure of what was happening, but he sure as hell was not going to complain about it. Finally, however, Bruce pulled away to look into Loki’s piercing blue eyes, his cheeks flushed.
“I’m sorry,” he said breathlessly.
“Why?” Loki wondered.
“I… I crossed the line. I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he rubbed the back of his neck.
Loki let out an uncharacteristic snort and began to laugh, “Uncomfortable? As I recall, I kissed you back,” he pointed out.
“I don’t know what came over me, I should have asked first. Besides, I, uh, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. You are attractive but I don’t want you to think that the kiss meant…”
“I assure you Doctor Banner, I had no such thoughts. The same can be said for me. In all honestly, I do believe I still hate you,” which was not completely a lie. Loki still did hold a bit of a grudge against the good doctor. How could he not considering how their past “relationship” had been. They had been enemies from the beginning so it was only natural after the pain they had caused each other, that there would still be that tension. However, the word hate tasted foul on his tongue as he spoke it. There was no way he could fully convince himself that he hated Doctor Banner.
“I think this is another secret we should keep from Tony,”
“Embarrassed of me?”
“Of course not! I mean we aren’t together so I can’t be embarrassed of you, but that’s not the point. I just don’t see this as something he needs to know. He is a good guy, but he also has a horrible habit of being kind of a jerk. I’m used to it, but I’m not sure I could take him making jabs at me. My being gay would only give him more wood to toss on the fire of my humiliation,” he explained.
“I see, well I give you my word that I shall not breathe a word of this to Tony, not that I need to give you my word. Mr. Stark would not doubt find great pleasure in focusing most of his somewhat degrading jokes at me if he knew anyway. Therefore, I’ll keep this quiet,”