He could still feel the blush on the tip of his ears, the warmth at his throat. Esteban's blush was never one that showed on his face but it didn't mean that he couldn't feel it, rushing along with the heartbeat caged by his ribs.
Loki has got to know that he was being unfair. Esteban wouldn't put it past him, and the hair flick nearly gets him too distracted for thoughts again. But no! He will focus!
His grin rivaled the sun, earnest in his approach as Esteban shrugged easily.
"Here's the thing, though; 'f you don't have a plan, y' don't get thrown off when it doesn't go like y' thought!" There was still laughter in his lungs.
He knew that on this point, they were opposites; that Loki would much rather lay out his predictions than go at it blind. He might be a better man for Esteban than that.
But this was about the now. About their moment, stolen underneath the warm summer rain. It was about fun and flirting and Esteban launching himself at his crush like an idiot and making it work anyways.
So he grinned and lifted his head, and his hand lowered to the small of Loki's back, and Esteban took a step and guided his friend along with the dance. Their clothes were sticky and heavy, and couldn't accommodate something like a waltz or a charleston, but this wasn't a ballroom, and Esteban wasn't here to impress anyone.
He twisted on his foot again, pushing and pulling and rolling into the motions; something easy and structureless and breathless and just fun, feeling the rain pelting across their skin and soaking through their hair and laughing, soaring, freedom caught in both his hands, and trying his best to share it with the companion who meant so much to him.
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Date: 2023-12-22 05:09 am (UTC)Loki has got to know that he was being unfair. Esteban wouldn't put it past him, and the hair flick nearly gets him too distracted for thoughts again. But no! He will focus!
His grin rivaled the sun, earnest in his approach as Esteban shrugged easily.
"Here's the thing, though; 'f you don't have a plan, y' don't get thrown off when it doesn't go like y' thought!" There was still laughter in his lungs.
He knew that on this point, they were opposites; that Loki would much rather lay out his predictions than go at it blind. He might be a better man for Esteban than that.
But this was about the now. About their moment, stolen underneath the warm summer rain. It was about fun and flirting and Esteban launching himself at his crush like an idiot and making it work anyways.
So he grinned and lifted his head, and his hand lowered to the small of Loki's back, and Esteban took a step and guided his friend along with the dance. Their clothes were sticky and heavy, and couldn't accommodate something like a waltz or a charleston, but this wasn't a ballroom, and Esteban wasn't here to impress anyone.
He twisted on his foot again, pushing and pulling and rolling into the motions; something easy and structureless and breathless and just fun, feeling the rain pelting across their skin and soaking through their hair and laughing, soaring, freedom caught in both his hands, and trying his best to share it with the companion who meant so much to him.