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Bromance: A Hiddlesworth Story	By : flagfish Category: Casts RPF > Thor (movies) > Thor (movies) Views: 4616 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not know Chris Hemsworth or Tom Hiddleston. This story is a work of fiction, and I make no money or profit from it.

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Evidently, Tom really had read up on the matter, he was explaining to Chris what he’d come to understand. He had actually invested in personal lubricant, that’s what it said in English under the writing in Icelandic on the container; both he and Chris were struggling very hard not to cringe or scoff, it didn’t get gayer than this.
Turned out it was quite nice for wanking, too, but Tom didn’t tell him.
He tried to make a point of meeting Chris’ eyes when talking about it, like he wasn’t afraid, like he wasn’t insecure, he tried reminding himself he’d bought it for a reason— because they really did have sex, and this was what you ought to use, not lotion.
He wanted to make it credible, he lay naked beneath Chris and asked for his hand. Didn’t laugh at the gracelessly wet sound when the liquid issued from the tube, Chris regarded it with his brow furrowed.
“Wait, wh— so— are we—” Chris started, and Tom explained, “Yeah, just do it to me, I’ve had more practice at this, so—”
He could see Chris still was perplexed, so he went on. “I’ve tried it, on myself, and I take it you haven’t— so just—”
Chris appeared both confused and surprised, he regarded him questioningly. “You have?” he asked, almost like he’d been left out of this, and Tom smiled briefly, like he didn’t want to open a discussion.
“Yeah, I— so anyway, don’t worry about it, just— we’ll do me this time, and if it works out, we can try it out with you, if you still want, but right now, just—”
Chris nodded, resolving himself to be cool about this. “Show me,” he said, completely serious, “so I know what to do.”
They regarded each other in silence, and Tom finally agreed. “Right,” he said, almost businesslike, impeccably composed despite the awareness Chris was going to stare directly.
“It’s better if you do it to yourself,” he explained, like talking would make it less awkward, he got the lubricant on his fingers and slid his legs apart, like this was for acting. He even told Chris to watch.
“That way—” his voice came a bit shaky despite everything, “—that way, it doesn’t— you know, hurt— as much—”
He’d thought of his awkward stumbling in his teens and well into his twenties when, like many other guys, he’d assumed it felt good for a woman if he got his finger between her legs. That’s how pornos made it look, anyway, they also made it look like dicking was enough to make a woman come. Turned out if he didn’t do it right with his fingers, it hurt for them, and now he sort of understood— if this was anything to go by.
Maybe every bloke should have to go through this.
Chris felt daft just watching. He fought to believe he wasn’t embarrassed, and it wasn’t awkward; after all the bickering and arguing they’d done, and all the emotional garbage, he was aware he should be as cooperative and supportive as he could.
He felt he should ask if he could do it for him, but Tom had said explicitly it was better if you did it to yourself; Chris started doing the really annoying thing where he was gently caressing his hand along Tom’s thigh.
“If you’re looking for something to do,” Tom said, carefully placing his hand on his to make him stop, “you can try doing the same thing to yourself.”
Chris stilled, lips uselessly parted without any proper response; he tried to evaluate whether Tom was having a laugh.
“Thought we’re doing you now,” he said, and Tom replied, “Won’t kill you to practice.”
Chris went quiet after that; he didn’t try it on himself, but stopped trying anything on Tom. “Maybe later,” he murmured aside.
He felt guilty. He felt insensitive, he was negotiating with his hands and rubbing at his chin, “Should I— you know— want me to go down on you or something?”
Tom couldn’t help laughing at that. “You expect me to say no to that?” he smiled, a bit out of breath from what he was doing; now Chris smiled, too, “Want me to?” he asked.
“Sure,” Tom consented, “if you don’t mind—”
“No…! No, of course not… just… move your leg a little—” He lightly patted Tom’s thigh.
“Oh, now I’ll really owe you,” Tom smiled, accommodating dutifully, he tilted back his head and laughed when Chris got him in his mouth; his hand came naturally in Chris’ hair like he’d forgot he was a guy.
“God— that’s— thank you—”
It had been so long Chris almost felt he missed this— or maybe just that he was getting the hang of this, he was somehow flattered by Tom’s reaction, aware he managed to please him after how he hadn’t wanted to for so long.
“I can’t—” Tom tried speaking, he had to stop partway; he inhaled, laughed a little, tried again. “I can’t— do this with my finger if you’re lying like that—”
Chris allowed his cock out of his mouth long enough to speak. “Sorry, like this?” he asked, he licked his lip, slid his hair behind one ear.
“Cheers, yeah—”
He moved back enough so that Tom would have room to move his wrist, he was very careful and accommodating, like he was understanding about this. He didn’t want to be the bad guy, the insensitive guy who cared only about his own needs.
They’d been at it for some time when Tom asked, “Give me your hand.”
Chris had his hand on Tom’s member, it was completely slick and wet, so he gave him his other hand instead.
“No, the other one,” Tom asked, voice breathless; he took Chris’ right hand and brought his index finger to his entrance. Chris hesitated; he was aware what he was meant to do. Tom’s fingers came over his own and he slowly pressed him in, like a prostate exam all over again.
So hot inside.
“How’s that,” Chris asked, fighting his own impulse to panic, “does it hurt?”
There was no response for some time, like Tom was trying to figure out if it did.
“Not so bad,” he said, he kept his hand on Chris’ finger, slowly guiding him farther in; when Chris began moving the digit on his own, Tom shook his head. “Stop,” he said, “just— do what I tell you.”
“Right, sorry.”
He'd got used to that after some time— to letting Tom move his hand for him, he went back to taking his cock in his mouth, at least he liked the way he did that.
It had been another five minutes before Tom said, “Right, think we can try it now.”
Chris hadn’t stopped with his member; he continued at it as if to make a point he wasn't being selfish; Tom wasn’t going to stop him. Let him go on long as he fancied, no one ever asked you to stop giving head.
He kept at it to the end, one digit still inside, deliberately not moving; he let Tom hold back his hair so he could watch, and dreaded how awful it would taste when he was about to come— but he didn’t make a scene of it that time.
After the fact, Tom leaned his head back, propped by his elbows, chest rising with inspiration and falling again; “Whew…” he laughed breathlessly, then tried to smile. “Wow, this has— thank you. Right… right, so…”
Very slowly, Chris allowed his finger out; he wiped absently at his mouth with the back of one hand.
“Do you still want to…” he asked, voice low; Tom nodded, still catching his breath.
“Yeah,” he said, feeling lightheaded, “Yeah, let’s try it now.”
He moved a bit back along the mattress, eyes trailing Chris as he rose to his feet and began to disrobe; he watched him absently stroke himself, part of the way to hard. “Here,” Tom said, batting the lubricant in his direction, “you should probably get some on—”
“Yeah, I know,” Chris said, even though he’d only ever done this once before, and that was with lotion.
The lubricant had a horrible sticky-wet sound as it issued from the tube, but fuck all if it didn’t feel good on his cock. He grinned toothily at Tom from under the fall of his hair, “Well nice, innit,” he asked, and they both laughed at that, “Yeah, reckon I’ll just do this all night…”
Now Tom was laughing, “Brilliant, should I leave you to that?”
“Yeah, should’ve bought this ages ago…”
“Many happy nights from now on,” Tom said.
“Happy nights with my right hand… okay, move a bit that way.”
There it was, the familiar feeling from last time: Chris gingerly attempting to arrange his limbs as not to press down on Tom, the depression in the mattress under his weight; Tom got his hand on Chris' member, gazing blindly over his shoulder as he slowly guided the tip of it inside. Breath suspended, legs sliding a bit more apart, he kept his fingers in place when he asked Chris to move just a little bit in.
They were a tight tangle of limbs, Chris’ breath came hot and humid from slightly above him, his hair smelled like shampoo.
“Bit more,” Tom asked, it was a slow process, and it didn’t completely not hurt— but Tom was aware somewhere in the back of his mind that Chris was being very patient. He didn’t complain about being made to go so slowly, or about having to hold himself up— or about how he'd gone down on him earlier or about the taste, he didn’t even complain about how gay this was.
“You really are— a good guy—” Tom’s voice came strained, a bit breathless, and Chris didn’t know what to say; “Don’t want to screw this up,” he replied eventually, but Tom could tell he was really trying to cooperate.
“Doing well so far,” Tom said, “how far in have you gone?”
“Think it’s in most of the way.”
“Is it?” Tom asked, with such audible optimism that now Chris smiled, too.
“Yeah… it’s… yeah…!”
They regarded each other, too close, both shyly laughing.
“Yeah, all right,” Chris said, “there’s an improvement, innit?”
“Yeah…” Tom grinned back, “See, we’re getting somewhere…”
Their eyes glittered with latent enthusiasm, like they were a couple of kids who’d stayed up all night bickering over a failed science experiment, and just finally got it to work.
(On to Chapter 16)
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A/N: I saw Coriolanus about two weeks ago, and it made me want Tom about fifty times more than I already did. I highly recommend seeing it if you can, you don't have to be into Shakespeare or anything to appreciate how sexy he is in it.
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