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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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White paint on the ceiling, the circular ring of the light fixture, three small bulbs; frayed strands of delicate cobweb barely visible at one side. Tom closed his eyes, but there still were visual imprints of orange and red in shape of the lights, he’d never noticed there were three before.
He propped himself by one elbow, other hand kind in Chris’ hair, there was a smile on his lips even as he fought for composure; they regarded each other knowingly, still inwardly stunned but having come to terms with the state of affairs.
“That’s well nice, like that—”
Tom said, Chris watched him from under the fall of his hair, his eyelashes gave him the appearance of someone who’d been perpetually crying.
“You like that?” he asked, Tom grinned through fast inspiration, the delicate outline of ribs visible at his chest. Chris kept trying to brush his hair behind one ear and it kept swinging in his face, Tom leaned forth to hold it back; it became harder for them to talk, Chris found there was something unexpectedly endearing in how responsive he’d got him, that it was his doing, he got him like that.
“Faster, please, could you—”
The obscene sound of his hand on him, you stop caring about stuff like that when you’re hot enough; Tom could feel warm rivulets of fluid stream down his skin, frustration had him press his hips against Chris like he couldn’t help it, he whispered, “Please don’t stop—”
He wasn’t loud when he came; he told him shortly before,
“I’m gonna c—”
Chris momentarily panicked, Tom’s hand came on his member to pull it out of his mouth, but Chris kept it deliberately in.
“Oh, sh— I’m sorry—” Tom said between breaths, he’d meant to come in his hand, and it was tremendously embarrassing, this. Chris had stilled, like he was entirely traumatized; every guy had tasted himself a little bit at some point, but this was really a lot, and it was bloody awful. He appeared stunned by the awareness he really had it in his mouth and actually swallowed, and then appeared even more stunned than before.
Tom was laughing silently into one hand, completely embarrassed, eyes closed; he shook his head apologetically and held out his hand, “Mate, I’m really sorry, I, you all right…?”
Chris was grinning as well, eyebrows raised in amusement as he wiped at his mouth with the back of one hand. “Bollocks,” he laughed, “I’ve got so… I’m wet all over my face…”
“I tried to pull out, you just—”
“Nooo, couldn’t have you pulling out just before, it’s nicer when…”
Of course, he was thinking from the perspective of receiving head. It occurred to him too late not every guy is used to the same sort of experience, and he smiled at Tom as though offended personally, “You would have made me pull out…!” he said, and it sounded a lot worse than he’d intended.
“Oh… fuck,” he murmured after that, then waved his hands all around, “All right, forget that, forget I said—” He was pained with laughter, entirely flushed in the face.
“I’d have made you pull out…?” Tom wasn’t going to let that go, he was grinning like he’d just heard Othello and Hamlet were having a tennis match outside their apartment. “Just what are we talking about?”
“There is no answer to that that wouldn't sound bad!"
“Really, though, you all right? You need a drink of water?”
“Know what, I do,” Chris said conclusively, making the most horrible face as he got off the bed, like he’d just then remembered how little he fancied the taste.
“Now that is just impolite,” Tom grinned, he was most of the way into his boxers and got off the bed to pull them up, then followed Chris to the kitchen. They sat at the table with a couple of sodas, it occurred to Tom Chris’ hair really had got quite disheveled, he’d actually been very good to him.
“Thank you, by the way, I’ve not said anything, it was very nice."
Chris sat back contentedly with his drink, one hand crossed over his naked chest, he smiled toothily under his hair. “Naaaah, it was fun,” he said honestly, “not sure I can feel my lips anymore…” he tentatively fingered his bottom lip, which still was somewhat red and inflamed from how hard he’d been pressing his teeth against it.
He wasn’t gonna say you owe me or what the hell were we thinking or I’m never doing that again; he set the can down on the table and thoughtfully traced lines in the frost with his thumb.
“Does it really taste that bad?” Tom asked.
Chris looked up; he appeared on the verge of an answer, thought better of it, then shook his head, “Noo… not that bad… I was surprised…”
Tom smiled knowingly. “It was that bad, wasn’t it.”
“Bloody awful.”
“Come on, I’ll do it to you.”
Chris laughed loudly, one finger tracing the circular top of the can. “That eager to find out exactly how bad?”
“Maybe I’ll like it.”
“You’d act like you did, wouldn’t you.”
“Maybe I’ll like it and act like I didn’t. Then you’ll never know.”
“I’ll know,” Chris winked, “you can’t hide anything from me.”
“That’s true.”
(On to Chapter 9)
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