Traditional Rave Culture 101 [1/?]
Title: Traditional Rave Culture 101
Rating: M
Fandom: Avengers 2012
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Thor Odinson
Warnings: non-graphic but semi-public sexy tiem
Summary: "I'm sure, Tony," Steve agreed. "But this still a bad idea."
Tony grinned that devil's grin again. "Possibly. Maybe you should go with him, then?"
A/n: For an avengerkink prompt: Steve/Thor, sex at a rave. "Thor wishes to know more about Midgard's partying culture, so he drags Steve to a rave. Thor has tons of fun flirting and dancing and drinking with everyone, but Steve has troubling coming out of his shell. Of course, this adventure is destined to end in sex. (At the bar? On the dancefloor? In a corner? With people pulling out their cameraphones? All up to the author.)" Very, very vague reference to Discworld.
"Oh, Thor," Tony said, eyes amused over his cup of coffee, "raves are amazing. They're like a particularly wild Asgardian feast, probably, with drinking and dancing and loud music and more drinking and dancing."
Thor rubbed his chin thoughtfully and leaned his hip against Steve's chair. "Do these 'raves'" (Steve could hear the apostrophes clanking into place) "happen often? And how might I attend one?"
Tony leaned back on the couch, a wicked devil's grin on his lips - Steve was sure he knew exactly what he was doing. "This is New York City. Dozens of them happen every weekend. And as for how you attend one, you wanna go to one? Yeah? Ok, then I'll find a good one for you, don't worry."
"Thank you. I look forward to the chance to better understand Midgardian 'party culture'," said Thor (again with the apostrophes, Steve thought), looking pleased as he ambled off toward the kitchen.
"You're welcome," Tony called at his retreating back. He turned his eyes to Steve. "Well?" he asked. "Aren't you going to follow him?"
Steve raised an eyebrow. "This is going to end badly," he said instead.
"Please," Tony said with an eyeroll. "Thor will be fine. And give me some credit; it's not like I'm gonna send him to one the cops are likely to bust or tell him to accept 'candy' - drugs, for you pre-1960s folks - from anyone."
Steve frowned. "There are drugs at these things?"
"Well yeah," Tony said. "It's a giant fucking party with lasers and incredibly loud music and hordes of people dancing close together - that practically demands drugs. But they're fun without them, too. He'll enjoy the dancing and the drinking and the atmosphere."
"I'm sure, Tony," Steve agreed. "But this still a bad idea."
Tony grinned that devil's grin again. "Possibly. Maybe you should go with him, then?"
The next Friday night found Steve and Thor standing in Tony's garage, with Steve alternating between being annoyed as hell at Tony and staring at Thor. Tony had helped Thor pick his "rave gear" as, Tony had called it, and he was in a brilliantly blue and very thin tank top, black jeans that fit just right, and, claiming they were 'traditional rave gear', Tony had persuaded Thor to put on bracelets, covering him almost from wrist to elbow in pony beads. Steve thought the bracelets were stupid looking, but they emphasized Thor's arms in a very attractive way
Steve himself was in a black t-shirt and jeans, and had one black and white pony bead bracelet of his own. He'd refused to wear even one until Thor had given him the pleadey eyes. After Steve had caved, Thor had looked amused and a little smug as he tied on the bracelet with some sort of complex Asgardian knot, smiling and stroking the inside of Steve's wrist with a pinky as he did so.
Tony eventually appeared, grinning that devil's smile again and tossing his keys idly as he sauntered down the stairs and crossed the garage floor.
"You sure we can't get you into a tank top, Steve?" he asked as he unlocked the car with a press of a button (Steve still thought that was cool). "You're gonna be hot - those clubs get like a fucking sauna - if you stay in that shirt."
Steve rolled his eyes as he slid into the car. "Very sure. It's not a very thick shirt, so I'll be fine."
"If you say so," Tony said dropped into the driver's seat and waited for Thor to get in. Steve caught him wincing as the back seat dropped heavily as Thor had planted himself on the seat. Tony started the car, flicked the button to open the garage, and said, "All right boys, there are some rules you need to remember! Drink lots of water - especially you, Steve - and do not, I repeat do not accept drinks from anyone but each other or a bar tender. Don't eat any food given to you by strangers and don't take any pills or candy anyone hands you." He glanced up at Thor in the rear-view mirror. "And no fighting. Fighting is a total faux pas in rave culture, ok? Unless someone is, like, being attacked, leave it the fuck alone."
Tony continued to talk, telling them about the (seemingly innumerable) raves he had been to in the past and fielding questions from both Steve and Thor as they drove to the warehouse where it was being held. As soon as they came to a stop, Tony handed them both several long and crinkly packages of something. "These," he said, taking one from Steve and opening it, "are glow sticks." Tony snapped it in the middle and shook it as the liquid inside the plastic stick began to glow. "People hold them while they dance - you'll see. It's traditional."
"That is most educational," Thor said, looking like he might be more interested in properties of the glow stick than anything else.
Tony grinned. "Yeah, it is. Now, you both have your IDs and your cell phones? Good," he said when he got two nods. "Call me when you're done for the night. I'll come pick you up."
"You don't have to," Steve said as he and Thor disembarked. "We can get a cab or something."
"True," Tony conceded, "but I want to. And here's your tickets - I got you both VIP passes, so free food and drink all night long."
Steve accepted the tickets from Tony's outstretched hand and nodded. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," Tony said with a smile as Steve straightened up. "Have fun, guys."
"We will, I am most certain," Thor said, stooping to look at Tony. "We shall see you tomorrow morn, Tony. Farewell."
Tony laughed helplessly and gave them both a wave before speeding off.
"Well," Steve said, turning around to look at the warehouse. "Let's get in line, I guess."
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Rating: M
Fandom: Avengers 2012
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Thor Odinson
Warnings: non-graphic but semi-public sexy tiem
Summary: "I'm sure, Tony," Steve agreed. "But this still a bad idea."
Tony grinned that devil's grin again. "Possibly. Maybe you should go with him, then?"
A/n: For an avengerkink prompt: Steve/Thor, sex at a rave. "Thor wishes to know more about Midgard's partying culture, so he drags Steve to a rave. Thor has tons of fun flirting and dancing and drinking with everyone, but Steve has troubling coming out of his shell. Of course, this adventure is destined to end in sex. (At the bar? On the dancefloor? In a corner? With people pulling out their cameraphones? All up to the author.)" Very, very vague reference to Discworld.
"Oh, Thor," Tony said, eyes amused over his cup of coffee, "raves are amazing. They're like a particularly wild Asgardian feast, probably, with drinking and dancing and loud music and more drinking and dancing."
Thor rubbed his chin thoughtfully and leaned his hip against Steve's chair. "Do these 'raves'" (Steve could hear the apostrophes clanking into place) "happen often? And how might I attend one?"
Tony leaned back on the couch, a wicked devil's grin on his lips - Steve was sure he knew exactly what he was doing. "This is New York City. Dozens of them happen every weekend. And as for how you attend one, you wanna go to one? Yeah? Ok, then I'll find a good one for you, don't worry."
"Thank you. I look forward to the chance to better understand Midgardian 'party culture'," said Thor (again with the apostrophes, Steve thought), looking pleased as he ambled off toward the kitchen.
"You're welcome," Tony called at his retreating back. He turned his eyes to Steve. "Well?" he asked. "Aren't you going to follow him?"
Steve raised an eyebrow. "This is going to end badly," he said instead.
"Please," Tony said with an eyeroll. "Thor will be fine. And give me some credit; it's not like I'm gonna send him to one the cops are likely to bust or tell him to accept 'candy' - drugs, for you pre-1960s folks - from anyone."
Steve frowned. "There are drugs at these things?"
"Well yeah," Tony said. "It's a giant fucking party with lasers and incredibly loud music and hordes of people dancing close together - that practically demands drugs. But they're fun without them, too. He'll enjoy the dancing and the drinking and the atmosphere."
"I'm sure, Tony," Steve agreed. "But this still a bad idea."
Tony grinned that devil's grin again. "Possibly. Maybe you should go with him, then?"
The next Friday night found Steve and Thor standing in Tony's garage, with Steve alternating between being annoyed as hell at Tony and staring at Thor. Tony had helped Thor pick his "rave gear" as, Tony had called it, and he was in a brilliantly blue and very thin tank top, black jeans that fit just right, and, claiming they were 'traditional rave gear', Tony had persuaded Thor to put on bracelets, covering him almost from wrist to elbow in pony beads. Steve thought the bracelets were stupid looking, but they emphasized Thor's arms in a very attractive way
Steve himself was in a black t-shirt and jeans, and had one black and white pony bead bracelet of his own. He'd refused to wear even one until Thor had given him the pleadey eyes. After Steve had caved, Thor had looked amused and a little smug as he tied on the bracelet with some sort of complex Asgardian knot, smiling and stroking the inside of Steve's wrist with a pinky as he did so.
Tony eventually appeared, grinning that devil's smile again and tossing his keys idly as he sauntered down the stairs and crossed the garage floor.
"You sure we can't get you into a tank top, Steve?" he asked as he unlocked the car with a press of a button (Steve still thought that was cool). "You're gonna be hot - those clubs get like a fucking sauna - if you stay in that shirt."
Steve rolled his eyes as he slid into the car. "Very sure. It's not a very thick shirt, so I'll be fine."
"If you say so," Tony said dropped into the driver's seat and waited for Thor to get in. Steve caught him wincing as the back seat dropped heavily as Thor had planted himself on the seat. Tony started the car, flicked the button to open the garage, and said, "All right boys, there are some rules you need to remember! Drink lots of water - especially you, Steve - and do not, I repeat do not accept drinks from anyone but each other or a bar tender. Don't eat any food given to you by strangers and don't take any pills or candy anyone hands you." He glanced up at Thor in the rear-view mirror. "And no fighting. Fighting is a total faux pas in rave culture, ok? Unless someone is, like, being attacked, leave it the fuck alone."
Tony continued to talk, telling them about the (seemingly innumerable) raves he had been to in the past and fielding questions from both Steve and Thor as they drove to the warehouse where it was being held. As soon as they came to a stop, Tony handed them both several long and crinkly packages of something. "These," he said, taking one from Steve and opening it, "are glow sticks." Tony snapped it in the middle and shook it as the liquid inside the plastic stick began to glow. "People hold them while they dance - you'll see. It's traditional."
"That is most educational," Thor said, looking like he might be more interested in properties of the glow stick than anything else.
Tony grinned. "Yeah, it is. Now, you both have your IDs and your cell phones? Good," he said when he got two nods. "Call me when you're done for the night. I'll come pick you up."
"You don't have to," Steve said as he and Thor disembarked. "We can get a cab or something."
"True," Tony conceded, "but I want to. And here's your tickets - I got you both VIP passes, so free food and drink all night long."
Steve accepted the tickets from Tony's outstretched hand and nodded. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," Tony said with a smile as Steve straightened up. "Have fun, guys."
"We will, I am most certain," Thor said, stooping to look at Tony. "We shall see you tomorrow morn, Tony. Farewell."
Tony laughed helplessly and gave them both a wave before speeding off.
"Well," Steve said, turning around to look at the warehouse. "Let's get in line, I guess."
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