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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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You kiss people on set for a scene, and it isn’t emotionally laden. You do nude scenes, and intimate scenes, and it’s mechanical and you’re scrutinized from every angle; here however was something quite emotionally charged. Tom had kissed Chris before, on the cheek, on the top of the head, they’d got their paws all over each other in fight scenes and while roughhousing—
But the psychological weight of this made it entirely different.
“You’re so gentle,” Tom laughed, breath humid between them, their fingertips were very light on one another; “I want to, like—” he tilted his head, moved in to kiss him again, didn’t quite finish; this close up, Chris’ eyes were smiling.
“To what?” he asked, childlike and attentive, audibly enthusiastic to do it again.
He leaned gingerly in, met Tom’s eyes; Tom was looking down at his lips, his eyelashes seemed long from up close; they hesitated, laughter breathy between them. “I’ve not—” Tom said, “—I’ve not kissed a bloke before—”
“Not even acting?”
He shook his head; they both were trying to figure out what they thought of it. “You gonna call her now?” Tom chuckled, “Tell her you’ve snogged me proper?”
Chris frowned. “I’ve not snogged you, that wasn’t proper snogging.”
“Reckon it wasn’t, just a small kiss, more like.”
It sounded so strange spoken aloud.
They both inwardly wondered if they wanted to do it.
“Right, on three,” Chris said, but before he’d got to two Tom leaned in and snogged him proper. Chris’ eyebrows rose to his hairline, Tom was every bit as good at that as he was at everything else. Chris let him lead for a few seconds before coming to his senses and starting to kiss back.
He emerged from it breathless, absently fingering his lips, he tossed himself back on the cushions and laughed.
“Fucking hell, mate,” he chuckled, still touching his lips, “where did you… how…”
Tom was enjoying this fully. He was sat with one leg elegantly folded, grinning toothily and vastly content. “Fancy calling her now,” he asked, “or should I go and put on the helmet?” He made horns with his fingers over his head.
“Yeah, put on the helmet,” Chris laughed, flushing despite himself, “Shit, that was… hot…”
Tom observed as Chris reached for his phone, already murmuring aloud in pretense of what he was going to email, “Snogged… Tom… utterly… rubbish…”
“Fuck off, give me that,” Tom laughed, stretching over him for the phone, but Chris deliberately held it up out of reach. “You mean utterly brilliant,” Tom said, still trying to grab it from his hands, “best time kissing a bloke I’ve had.”
“Out of all the blokes I’ve kissed,” Chris laughed, contorting himself in all manner of convoluted positions to keep him from getting the phone; Tom kept on with pretense of what Chris ought to have typed, “Ten out of ten, would—”
They regarded each other mid-grapple, each finishing the words in mind: would bang.
Tom snickered loudly, head turned aside, one hand rubbing over his mouth; Chris also smiled, both hands rubbing at his eyes as he leaned backward.
“I’ve… completely lost track of the movie,” he said.
“We’re watching a movie?”
“Yeah, really, I hear we’re filming one, too.”
For the rest of the film, they remained glued to their seats, staring ahead in a daze, neither paying attention. Chris’ phone dangling forgotten between his forefinger and thumb, both aware they really snogged each other. Tom still felt him on his lips; for such a strong guy, Chris was inhumanly gentle.
There was a curious thrill about it, because it was taboo, because it was a challenge, because Tom had wondered what it really was like; now for the remainder of his days, if ever anyone asked if he’d kissed a bloke, he’d have to say yes, and that’s how he would go down in history. And if no one asked, there’d still be the awareness inside that he’d done it, and nobody knew.
Daft things to worry about, really.
“Reckon I could come along on your run tomorrow,” Chris asked spontaneously; it was the first thing he’d said in nearly forty minutes. Tom was caught off guard; he turned toward him, lips open partway, like he wasn’t prepared for a question like that. “Sure,” he said, “you don’t have to ask.”
“Yeah, all right,” Chris said, “Cool.
They got ready for bed in a daze, neither mentioning it, both thinking of it and of nothing else but, each aware of the possibility of far dirtier things.
You want all the gory details? Chris emailed Elsa, and within moments his phone rang; Tom grinned incredulously from the opposite side of the room.
“Bollocks,” he muttered, “didn’t take you long.”
As Chris went on speaking to her, Tom tossed a pillow directly at his head, he called across the room, “Do I get to tell my bit? I took part in it, too.”
“Tom wants to tell you about kissing me,” Chris said, he handed over the phone, Tom could hear her laugh on the other end of the line.
He was frightfully polite and charming, all manners and warm regard; he asked how she was, how her day went, said what a pleasure it was to hear her voice— and how he’d bloody enjoyed snogging her husband.
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