Fill: Traditional Rave Culture 101 [2/?]
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.
Steve and Thor got in line, eying the other attendees. There were glitter-covered dames wearing their brassieres as tops, tutus, fairy wings, skimpy clothing in eye-bleedingly bright colors, and extremely high heels, and guys in tight jeans, pony beads like Thor's, and often little else (Steve also noticed a few guys sporting heels, too, but chose not to question it). The music pounded through the walls and Steve caught Thor happily bobbing his head, which made him smile.
The line moved along, door girls and bouncers walking along it to keep order (as much as appeared to be possible at a rave) and remind everyone to have their tickets and IDs ready. One particular door girl, a petite black-haired gal clad in a slinky red dress and more glitter than a craft store, stopped dead and stared at them. She grinned. "Ah, there you are! Come on! I've been looking for you." The girl unhooked the velvet rope and looped her arm through Thor's and tugged him (and therefore Steve, since Thor immediately grabbed Steve's elbow as he allowed himself to be pulled along) out of line. "VIP treatment!"
"But these people were here first," Steve called, not liking how friendly she was being as he looked back over his shoulder to see a fella with pixie wings rehooking the velvet rope and winking at him. Steve flushed and looked forward again. This was Tony's doing, Steve just knew it.
"Yeah, but don't worry," she replied from around Thor.
Steve frowned but let the gal have her way. She led them to the very front and asked them to pull out their stuff as she circled the podium. As Thor handed over his ticket and ID for her to check, he rested his free hand on the small of Steve's back and rubbed idly just above the waist of Steve's jeans. He couldn't help but relax a little and Steve supposed it must have noticeable. As the door girl put on their VIP wrist bands, her eyes flickered back and forth, and then she grinned knowingly.
Steve began to suspect he was going to spend a lot of the evening blushing as he felt his cheeks heat up. But he didn't ask Thor to keep his hands to himself as they moved around the podium the gal was perched behind and she said, "Have a fabulous evening, gentlemen," and winked at them as she waved them through the doors.
The inside of the warehouse was huge, foggy, and lit with flashing, multicolored lighting. It was also deafening, filled with bone rattling bass, and Steve had never cursed his enhanced hearing more.
Thor, however, had no problem being heard. "LET US FIND A DRINK!" he boomed, perfectly audible over the music.
Steve nodded and allowed Thor to take his hand, following behind his companion as Thor cut through the crowd.
It took a little bit to actually get to the bar, though, since it was teeming with people buying bizarrely colored concoctions. Steve was of the opinion that alcohol should (generally) be either amber, brown, or clear, but he was fascinated despite himself at the pink, blue, red, and brilliantly orange drinks sliding across the wood from bartender to customer.
"DO YOU HAVE MEAD?" Thor bellowed good naturedly at the nearest bartender, a tall redhead who looked a bit like Ms. Potts. Steve liked her instantly when she didn't look confused and merely shook her head.
"WRISTBANDS?" she called back and nodded when they each flashed theirs. "THESE ARE WHAT WE HAVE," she hollered back, equally loud as she pointed to the long line of bottles.
"I WILL HAVE THE GREEN ONE!" Thor pointed at the nearest bottle, a toxic green one Steve recognized as absinthe, before looking at Steve in question.
Steve had had that in France and actually liked it, so he nodded and pointed at himself too.
"YOU SURE YOU WANT ABSINTHE?" she asked them both.
"VERILY!" Thor replied and Steve nodded again.
The bartender retrieved two glasses partly filled with hater, a box of sugar cubes, and fancy spoon probably designed to hold a cube while she poured the liquor over it (the last time Steve had had absinthe, Pierre had just added water, dropped in a scoop of stolen sugar, and stirred it well before giving it to Steve,).
The absinthe was sinus-clearingly potent and Steve savored the burn and the sharp flavor of anise, enjoying the faces Thor pulled at his first and only sip. He shared an amused smile with the bartender.
"I HAVE RARELY TASTED ANYTHING SO FOUL!" Thor said and pushed his drink at Steve when he saw him still drinking from the glass. "GIVE ME SOMETHING ELSE - ANYTHING ELSE!"
"HOW ABOUT A CRANBERRY VODKA?"
"THAT WILL BE ACCEPTABLE!" Thor said and wrinkled his nose at what must be the lingering flavor of absinthe on his tongue. Steve found the expression bizarrely endearing.
The redhead slid the second drink across the bar and grinned when Thor snatched it up and took a big drink. From the way he wrinkled his nose, Steve was willing to guess cranberry vodka did not mix well with the absinthe, but Thor took another drink anyway and seemed to like it better after that. They sat at the bar for a while, making their way through a couple drinks each (both absinthes and a water for Steve and Thor had two more cranberry vodkas) and tipped the bartender well before Steve persuaded Thor to retreat to a couch along a wall.
The couch was vinyl, but it was cushy and large enough to fit a large man like Steve and an even bigger one like Thor, and they watched the crowd start to fill up the warehouse. The dance floor heaved with the jump, grind, and spin of at least three hundred people, shifting with the rhythm of a song that made Steve's insides buzz with the bass. There were sultry eyed people of both sexes and indeterminate ones dancing in cages and on the stage next to the DJ, too, and Steve noticed when the nearest one, an androgynous person in heels and not much else, began to grin at him with a lazy, come-hither kind smile. They crooked a beckoning finger and smiled like a cat that got the cream when Steve jumped a little. He turned quickly to look at Thor and saw that he was making what Steve thought of as his I Am Having "Midgardian" Thoughts face before Thor stood up and followed the dancer's crooked finger out onto the floor.
Thor was always graceful. He was a well trained fighter with several kinds of weapons as well as having a solid mastery of two martial arts styles (one was Asgardian and the other was Steve's mish-mash of acrobatics and army-taught hand to hand), and he knew his body well. But good god, Steve had never seen him move like this. It was half predatory and pure sex and damned if Steve wasn't jealous of the dancer. The person dropped to their knees and continued to move, somehow managing to make what should be awkward jerking look hot as hell, and reeled Thor in by his jaw. A moment later the dancer tried to kiss him but Thor pulled away just in time to look invitingly at Steve instead, ignoring the pouting cage person. Steve hesitated, on the edge of his seat, as Thor gestured for him to join the dancefloor, but shook his head and sat back.
Thor gave him a pleadey eyed look briefly before disappearing into the crowd. Steve sighed.
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.
Steve and Thor got in line, eying the other attendees. There were glitter-covered dames wearing their brassieres as tops, tutus, fairy wings, skimpy clothing in eye-bleedingly bright colors, and extremely high heels, and guys in tight jeans, pony beads like Thor's, and often little else (Steve also noticed a few guys sporting heels, too, but chose not to question it). The music pounded through the walls and Steve caught Thor happily bobbing his head, which made him smile.
The line moved along, door girls and bouncers walking along it to keep order (as much as appeared to be possible at a rave) and remind everyone to have their tickets and IDs ready. One particular door girl, a petite black-haired gal clad in a slinky red dress and more glitter than a craft store, stopped dead and stared at them. She grinned. "Ah, there you are! Come on! I've been looking for you." The girl unhooked the velvet rope and looped her arm through Thor's and tugged him (and therefore Steve, since Thor immediately grabbed Steve's elbow as he allowed himself to be pulled along) out of line. "VIP treatment!"
"But these people were here first," Steve called, not liking how friendly she was being as he looked back over his shoulder to see a fella with pixie wings rehooking the velvet rope and winking at him. Steve flushed and looked forward again. This was Tony's doing, Steve just knew it.
"Yeah, but don't worry," she replied from around Thor.
Steve frowned but let the gal have her way. She led them to the very front and asked them to pull out their stuff as she circled the podium. As Thor handed over his ticket and ID for her to check, he rested his free hand on the small of Steve's back and rubbed idly just above the waist of Steve's jeans. He couldn't help but relax a little and Steve supposed it must have noticeable. As the door girl put on their VIP wrist bands, her eyes flickered back and forth, and then she grinned knowingly.
Steve began to suspect he was going to spend a lot of the evening blushing as he felt his cheeks heat up. But he didn't ask Thor to keep his hands to himself as they moved around the podium the gal was perched behind and she said, "Have a fabulous evening, gentlemen," and winked at them as she waved them through the doors.
The inside of the warehouse was huge, foggy, and lit with flashing, multicolored lighting. It was also deafening, filled with bone rattling bass, and Steve had never cursed his enhanced hearing more.
Thor, however, had no problem being heard. "LET US FIND A DRINK!" he boomed, perfectly audible over the music.
Steve nodded and allowed Thor to take his hand, following behind his companion as Thor cut through the crowd.
It took a little bit to actually get to the bar, though, since it was teeming with people buying bizarrely colored concoctions. Steve was of the opinion that alcohol should (generally) be either amber, brown, or clear, but he was fascinated despite himself at the pink, blue, red, and brilliantly orange drinks sliding across the wood from bartender to customer.
"DO YOU HAVE MEAD?" Thor bellowed good naturedly at the nearest bartender, a tall redhead who looked a bit like Ms. Potts. Steve liked her instantly when she didn't look confused and merely shook her head.
"WRISTBANDS?" she called back and nodded when they each flashed theirs. "THESE ARE WHAT WE HAVE," she hollered back, equally loud as she pointed to the long line of bottles.
"I WILL HAVE THE GREEN ONE!" Thor pointed at the nearest bottle, a toxic green one Steve recognized as absinthe, before looking at Steve in question.
Steve had had that in France and actually liked it, so he nodded and pointed at himself too.
"YOU SURE YOU WANT ABSINTHE?" she asked them both.
"VERILY!" Thor replied and Steve nodded again.
The bartender retrieved two glasses partly filled with hater, a box of sugar cubes, and fancy spoon probably designed to hold a cube while she poured the liquor over it (the last time Steve had had absinthe, Pierre had just added water, dropped in a scoop of stolen sugar, and stirred it well before giving it to Steve,).
The absinthe was sinus-clearingly potent and Steve savored the burn and the sharp flavor of anise, enjoying the faces Thor pulled at his first and only sip. He shared an amused smile with the bartender.
"I HAVE RARELY TASTED ANYTHING SO FOUL!" Thor said and pushed his drink at Steve when he saw him still drinking from the glass. "GIVE ME SOMETHING ELSE - ANYTHING ELSE!"
"HOW ABOUT A CRANBERRY VODKA?"
"THAT WILL BE ACCEPTABLE!" Thor said and wrinkled his nose at what must be the lingering flavor of absinthe on his tongue. Steve found the expression bizarrely endearing.
The redhead slid the second drink across the bar and grinned when Thor snatched it up and took a big drink. From the way he wrinkled his nose, Steve was willing to guess cranberry vodka did not mix well with the absinthe, but Thor took another drink anyway and seemed to like it better after that. They sat at the bar for a while, making their way through a couple drinks each (both absinthes and a water for Steve and Thor had two more cranberry vodkas) and tipped the bartender well before Steve persuaded Thor to retreat to a couch along a wall.
The couch was vinyl, but it was cushy and large enough to fit a large man like Steve and an even bigger one like Thor, and they watched the crowd start to fill up the warehouse. The dance floor heaved with the jump, grind, and spin of at least three hundred people, shifting with the rhythm of a song that made Steve's insides buzz with the bass. There were sultry eyed people of both sexes and indeterminate ones dancing in cages and on the stage next to the DJ, too, and Steve noticed when the nearest one, an androgynous person in heels and not much else, began to grin at him with a lazy, come-hither kind smile. They crooked a beckoning finger and smiled like a cat that got the cream when Steve jumped a little. He turned quickly to look at Thor and saw that he was making what Steve thought of as his I Am Having "Midgardian" Thoughts face before Thor stood up and followed the dancer's crooked finger out onto the floor.
Thor was always graceful. He was a well trained fighter with several kinds of weapons as well as having a solid mastery of two martial arts styles (one was Asgardian and the other was Steve's mish-mash of acrobatics and army-taught hand to hand), and he knew his body well. But good god, Steve had never seen him move like this. It was half predatory and pure sex and damned if Steve wasn't jealous of the dancer. The person dropped to their knees and continued to move, somehow managing to make what should be awkward jerking look hot as hell, and reeled Thor in by his jaw. A moment later the dancer tried to kiss him but Thor pulled away just in time to look invitingly at Steve instead, ignoring the pouting cage person. Steve hesitated, on the edge of his seat, as Thor gestured for him to join the dancefloor, but shook his head and sat back.
Thor gave him a pleadey eyed look briefly before disappearing into the crowd. Steve sighed.