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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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There were items on the bed that had rolled and fallen to the floor— a book containing maps, an empty box of plasters, a pair of jeans turned partly inside-out; Tom and Chris had become a tangled mess of limbs,hands familiar on each other. Restless anticipation with the awareness they were very tired, but they weren’t going to sleep.
“The groceries,” Chris’ voice came breathless, “we’ve— oh, fuck—”
“You like that?”
“Shit—”
“You do like that.”
Several moments passed before Chris spoke again. “We—” he was lain on his back, hands hovering gingerly over Tom while he had wetly at his neck. “We—got all that frozen food—”
“Shit, you’re right—” Tom emerged just as much out of breath, “We got those— ice lollies—”
Chris got both hands on Tom’s face and pulled him down forcibly, seizing his mouth with fervor unrestrained. “It’ll make a mess on the carpet when it melts,” he said, one knee pressed between Tom’s thighs, and now Tom was swearing, stumbling gracelessly for balance, his wiry limbs protruded painfully at Chris.
They spoke impatiently between kisses, still gripping each other, possessive, almost like it were a fight.
“I’ll just run and put those away,” Chris said, making no motion to get up, and Tom made no motion to release him; “Right, you do that—” he muttered, straddling him without letting go of his face. Their voices came without shame when they pressed on each other.
“Right, okay, I’ll go—”
Tom finally said, Chris had his face firmly in his hands and didn’t release him until they’d kissed a few more times.
He fell breathless to the sheets when Tom let him go, hair halfway out of his hairband and utterly disheveled. “Turn on the heating,” he called, chest rising and falling as he watched his naked silhouette proceed out from the room.
Tom squinted against the light at the entrance, there were their bags, lain abandoned on the carpet, not as horribly messy as he expected to find them. He wasn’t going to put everything away, just the frozen stuff now— he knelt partly down before remembering the thermostat.
“Right, the heating—” he said, the light still felt uncomfortably bright as he leaned close to set the temperature. He got back on his knees after that, impatiently tugging at the bags to find which had the frozen foods inside; they’d got some vegetables and fish, and what Tom had called ice lollies. In actuality,though, they were really the sort of pitiful desserts health food companies tried to offer as compromise to people watching their diet: miniature little things half the size of a proper popsicle and much skinner, that were flavored ice on the outside and frozen yogurt inside, he almost felt embarrassed for Chris.
It was way too cold to eat these anyway.
“Look at this,” he said while pacing back into the bedroom, where Chris was lain expectantly on the bed like an obedient pet, absently stroking himself with what could only be termed innocence.
“Look at what?” he asked, and Tom had one of the popsicles dangling between his forefinger and thumb, still in its wrapper.
“You shouldn’t stand for this, you’re being mocked,” Tom held the thing in plain view, but it was dark in the room now that he'd got the light off in the hallway.
“What is that?”
“One of your ice lollies,” Tom said, now climbing on the bed beside him, there came the rustle of cellophane as he pulled off the wrapper; they’d neglected the groceries long enough it had melted a little, and the liquid ran down his knuckles.
“Shit, I’m making a mess—” he said, and Chris frowned. “Hey…! Don’t eat that, those are mine—”
“Where is your dignity?” Tom chuckled, “This is your entire dessert? This?”
“Fuck off—” Chris laughed good-naturedly, trying to catch him by the wrist; “I have no dignity. I've, like... I've sold my body to this franchise—”
There came a brief strike of flesh as he finally got Tom's arm in his grip, his laugh came triumphant and low. “I like my miniature... pathetic… wannabe desserts…”
And then, “Eugh… you’re all…”
“I’m all sticky,” Tom said, “it melted on my hand, just there—”
“Right, give me that.”
He pried the popsicle from Tom’s grasp and took it in his mouth, it really was a sorry size for something that claimed itself to be a dessert.
“Lie down,” he said, voice muffled around it, he gave Tom a shove on the shoulder. They were kissing again after that, Chris with the ice cream at an arm’s distance, scanning the room uselessly for a good place to put it, because it was in the way.
“I know exactly what you’re gonna do,” Tom said, he watched him try to keep it from melting down his wrist, and Chris couldn’t help smiling. “Nah, I’m not really,” he said, and now they both laughed, both embarrassed.
“Okay, I was thinking it,” he admitted, he could see Tom grinning even in the dark. “Want me to?” he asked, and now Tom laughed, eyes tightly shut, head turned aside.
“No.”
“Okay, I’ll—”
“Okay, maybe. I don’t know.”
In the dark, he could see Chris’ eyes glitter with boyish enthusiasm.
“Argh, why is it always me…!” Tom laughed, he rubbed at his eyes, then finally sighed and grinned back at him. “Fine, go for it.”
“You started this,” Chris’ voice came muffled round the ice lolly again, he moved back along the mattress and took his place between Tom’s legs. He stopped as to pull the wrapper completely off, it clung wetly to his hand; Tom could feel the feathery brush of his hair on his thighs, the cool draft, embarrassing moments just before.
Chris hesitated; it’d been a while since he’d done this, he tried reminding himself Tom had done it to him just a short while before, and now they’d be even.
So this wasn’t so bad.
He’d not realized the hunger in him when he reached forth to lap at his entrance, but soon he had at him like he was starving— breathlessly, loudly, he liked the way Tom tugged at his hair.
Like he were trying to pull him away, but ultimately didn’t.
“Fuck, you’re so good at that,” Tom muttered, “Is that bad of me? I mean— that I really like how you do that—”
“It’s fine,” Chris’ voice came muffled, he only stopped long enough to speak; the ice dripped down his wrist and probably stained the sheets, but it was too dark to tell.
He slowly withdrew from Tom, trying uselessly to see in the darkness, and got the tip of his finger on the small entrance.
“Right, open for me,”
he said, voice inhumanly gentle and soft; his stubble brushed on Tom’s skin when he leaned very lightly to kiss his inner thigh. “This all right? Like this?”
“Ah—”
“Shh…” Chris whispered, he reached forth to kiss him again, just at the entrance, he pressed the tip of his finger a little ways in.
His lips were cold and wet from the ice.
“Later, I’m totally doing this to you,” Tom muttered mid-breath.
“I know.”
“All of it.”
“I know.”
“The ice lolly, too.”
“This is nothing compared with what you’re gonna do to me.”
“Exa— oh, f...fuck...”
Tom’s legs stiffened on Chris’ sides, he chuckled aloud and rubbed at his face with both hands. “Bollocks, that’s cold.”
He bloody knew Chris was smiling; he was enjoying the hell out of this, the cheeky fuck. He’d got just the tip of the popsicle in him, it was dripping coldly down his behind to the sheets, now that the ice had partway melted from over the frozen yogurt bit.
“Does it hurt?” Chris asked.
Tom laughed helplessly, the long digits of his hands scattered all over his face; he regarded the dark ceiling from the spaces between them. “No…” his voice came a bit muffled, “no, it doesn’t hurt…”
“…you want more…?”
“I’m going to kill you.”
“That a yes?”
Tom sighed. “I suppose it’s a story worth telling…”
Chris took his time about it. He slid it in slowly, a little at a time; it was small enough it wouldn’t really hurt, and it melted enough that he’d got him too wet after just a short while. He’d made an utter mess of him. Chris was uselessly trying to lick at the liquid running down his thighs, and Tom really liked that. He’d stopped swearing at him and murmuring threats of eternal vengeance, he’d got one hand on Chris’ hair in a way that meant without question he ought to go on.
By the time Chris had got the entire length of it in, he was no longer certain there was any of it left, or if it all was a melted, dripping mess.
He pulled back a little, the streamlets clinging wetly to his mouth, his lips and his chin, he could feel them streaming from his jaw;
“You look so good,” he murmured, he got one digit inside him very slowly, it moved with wet, profane sounds.
“That— actually— that’s actually well nice—” Tom stammered, voice brittle but colored with audible interest; Chris’ breath felt humid on his thighs when he laughed.
“So, is now when you’re going to, you know, to eat me?” Tom sounded almost impatient.
“Very talkative tonight, aren’t you?”
“It’s a legitimate ques— oh, ff…god... wow.. that is... thank you..."
(On to Chapter 19)
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