Hello, I know II haven't posted anything in ages and I am sorry for that, I'm working on a whole load of stuff, just nothing that is ready to be seen yet, so for now, I am posting the first chapter for a GIANT prompt fill which I made, and you can find that here post/86601537822/100-kinks-nsfw
It is a list of 100 different kinks and I will be filling them out with the pairing of Tom Hiddleston and Chris Hemsworth. I realise that I have put the characters down as Thor and Loki and my apologies if you were here hoping for that, there didn't seem to be any way to put their real names down, so this was all I could do. I would just like to reiterate that this is a CHRISxTOM story and not ThorxLoki (though they will dress into character at some point)
Each chapter will be a different kink, meaning that this story will be at least 100 chapters. It's going to be a long story and I will be posting in my own time, along side my other stories, this story is like my way of procrastinating the other stories I should be working on but hey, it's free porn!
So yes, I really hope you enjoy this, I am trying to make it as realistic as possible but of course, I don't know Chris or Tom personally so I can only write them based on my perception of them and how I think they would be together. If it is out of character to your own ideas, then I can only apologies and beg you to stick with me anyway. You're all in for one hell of a kinky, porny, filthy ride.
And so, here lies the beginning...
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No one ever really notices the moment when things actually changed. One day we just look back and realise how different things are now. Sometimes you will learn something new, maybe about someone you know and then, only then do you look back and realise that you should have known, if only you had looked a little closer at the time.
Chris figured this out late, just as most people do. Who knows where he would have been now if he had just taken more notice of everything. Observation was never one of his strengths.
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When Chris had first found out that he would be playing Thor, he was beside himself with happiness. This was it, this was his break, he loved acting, it was his dream and he enjoyed every role he got but to get the chance to play a character of this level was out of this world to him, 'literally', he often joked to people.
He had met Tom when they were both auditioning for the role of Thor. He had bumped into him after coming out from his screen test and Tom had been very apologetic, even though it was Chris who had run into him. Tom had been shirtless and well defined, though nowhere near as big as himself, in all honesty, his long blond hair was pushed back from his face, just lightly. They got to chatting while Chris waited for his interview, Tom was a great guy, very down to earth and unbelievably polite. He had a strong English accent and the most brilliant smile he had ever seen. When it was time for his screen test, Chris wished him luck on the role and they parted. Chris didn't see the other man again after that, at least, not until he received a casting list shortly after his phone call to let him know that he had won the part of Thor.
Looking down the list, he found the character 'Thor' followed by his name, making him smile victoriously. The next character down being Loki, his eyes dragging along the lines to see 'Tom Hiddleston' and recognised it as the name of that guy he met once, but hadn't he been auditioning for Thor? Of course he found out later on, upon meeting Tom again, that the casting people hadn't really liked Tom as Thor but felt that he might be pretty good as Loki. And so here they were.
They had worked together for a couple of weeks, sparring and somewhat training together, although Tom's training was mostly cardio like running and skipping, whereas Chris was much more involved with the weights, as was to be expected, though they did do yoga together, most of which Tom taught him. They got on really well, which made the director Kenneth Branagh happy. The director had asked that, since they had started out as strangers, the two spend a lot of time together, try and build up a brother like friendship. Of course, most of that would come through with the acting but it would all be beneficial to the film. It wasn't something they needed to make much of an effort on anyway, they got on like a house on fire.
Not long after they had starting working together, they met Natalie Portman, who had the most brilliantly commanding presence, she left both him and Tom speechless. And if that had been something, meeting Sir Anthony Hopkins had thrown them even more for a loop. He was so calm and powerful and it was obvious why he had been the first choice for Odin the All-father. Chris and Tom were both new in this kind of industry, the Hollywood industry. Sure they had both had their jobs and maybe worked with a few well known people but this was a pretty hefty weight on their shoulders, one they were both nervous to carry.
As it had turned out, the film had been a huge hit and as much as they hadn't expected it, their names suddenly exploded in the media, something of which, neither of them were prepared for this but it was so much fun, a lot of work and tiring, especially the travelling around, jet lag followed by interviews was not the most fun but everything else was a blast.
Chris had known that he would most likely be in the avengers after this but that was one hell of a highly anticipated film with a lot of huge actors, making him feel a little intimidated. So to say he was relieved when Joss Whedon decided that he wanted to use Loki as the main villain for the film was the understatement. He was unbelievably glad to be able to work with Tom again.
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It had been a great day of shooting, one of the less common days when everyone had been on set. They had all bounced off each others vibes and the scenes had gone great. They had all decided to get together and go out for the evening and when someone like Robert Downey Jr invited you out for a fancy ass meal and drinks, you didn't turn that down.
Chris sat a few seats away from Tom but the table was round anyway so they could all see each other easily enough as they ate and drank. Every now and then he would look up and unintentionally catch Tom's eye and he would smile, that bright smile he always wore before running a hand through the short, slicked back black hair and then returning to his food or the conversation he was having.
It was most likely just that. Tom was comfortable around him, as was he. Chris tried to ignore himself, ordering more drink and trying to numb his brain a little bit.
He looked at Tom and couldn't help how his thoughts raced, how he paid more attention to the subtle details about him. The way he pushed his fingers through his hair, even though it wasn't falling out of place, the strong eye contact and absolute attention he gave to whoever was talking to him, the way his tongue darted out to quickly lick his lips, followed by rubbing them together subconsciously. Tom had a very small mouth, very thin lips, so when he closed his mouth, it was almost just a line carved into the place between his nose and chin but then he would smile, he would smile the most wide, brilliantly unexpected smile and you couldn't help but smile with him. He smiled constantly too, if he wasn't smiling at someone he was talking to, no matter how dull the conversation, then you knew there was something wrong. Even if there was something wrong, he was usually smiling his way through it. There were optimists, then there was Tom Hiddleston.
Of course, Chris was noticing these things subtly, he wasn't just openly staring, though he did have to catch himself a few times, returning his eyes to his plate or, by now, his drink, which he'd had quite a few of. He wasn't drunk though, tipsy sure but they were all getting to that state now, he didn't want to over do it though, just enough to stop his mind a little bit.
Chris decided to wait until Tom called it a night before heading back himself. Okay, so he was a little more than tipsy now but he could walk at least. Tom was laughing at him though.
"You told me you weren't going to drink much tonight." He laughed as Thor nearly tripped into him.
"M'fine" Chris snorted back, laughing at himself. Tom placed his hand on Chris's shoulder to keep him steady as they walked back. Tom had drank too, but he was nowhere near this state.
Somehow, and Chris realised that he would never really know how, they made it up to their floor, they were staying in the same hotel, just across the hall from each other. Tom walked Chris to his door and the blond fumbled around for his key. It took him a few attempts but he found them. He didn't have such luck with the lock though and Tom quickly grabbed the key off him, huffing jokily and unlocking his room for him, pushing him through the door.
"You can't go for a shower now." Tom exclaimed, sounding mock exasperated. "No, not tonight, go straight to bed, I won't be coming in here to haul your hefty arse up from the shower floor when you slip and fall. Now, get undressed, get to bed and I told you this before, and you will probably forget but try not to drink coffee in the morning, get a glass of water and eat something with eggs, instant cure, I promise you." Tom tried to push Chris, who was leaning most of his body weight on him, onto his bed but Chris gripped at his shirt to steady himself but he went down anyway and pulled Tom with him.
"Oh...shit." Tom laughed out, trying not to crush the man beneath him, not that he could do that anyway and realising what a cliché moment this was for a bad porno. Chris started laughing like an idiot as Tom scrambled to get up. Tom wasn't quite sure what happened but one second he was pushing up to get off Chris, the next, Chris's mouth was pushing against him. Tom froze and Chris pulled away after a couple of seconds, lying back down, still chuckling to himself, his eyes closed. Holy shit this was a bad porno.
"I-I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Get some rest and drink plenty of water." Then Tom was leaving, faster than was really necessary but it's not like Chris would care in his state. He was like ten feet away anyway, he would probably hear if Chris had any problems.
He decided that he wasn't going to dwell on what had just happened on Chris's bed, he was a little tipsy and the Australian was off his face so it wasn't really that strange a thing to happen, Chris probably wouldn't even remember come the morning.
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It was like elephants wee stampeding through his room. Chris gripped his head with a deep cringe and got up, heading straight to the coffee, setting it up then running to the bathroom to relieve himself while it was brewing. Damn he had drank way too much! His head felt like someone had taken his brain and wrung it out like an old soggy flannel and squashed it back into his skull.
He burned his mouth trying to drink the first cup down too fast.
Never again, he thought to himself, though he knew it was a lie.
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A knock on the door, a really quiet one too.
Tom smiled to himself, knowing exactly who it was. He walked straight over to the door, stopping just before he reached it, wandering if Chris even remember what happened?
"You didn't do what I said did you?" Tom said, the humour strong in his voice as he opened the door, his eyes coming to rest upon a rather regretful looking actor. Chris just scowled.
"Huh?" He groaned deeply.
"Eggs?" Tom said, knowing he had forgotten completely. He rolled his eyes and smiled. "Come on" he turned and walked towards the kitchen, Chris following slowly, closing the door as quietly as he could.
Tom took out a pan, sprinkled it with oil and turned it on to heat up. Placing a few slices of bread in the toaster.
"Sit, I'll get you some water. You had coffee?" Chris nodded as he sat down and Tom cracked some eggs into the pan, loving the sound they made as they hit the hot oil. He pushed a glass of water across to Chris before turning to the eggs.
After a bit, the toast popped up and he turned the heat off for the eggs, quickly buttering the toast and laying it onto two plates before topping it with the eggs. He turned and placed one of the plates in front of Chris and the other one down for himself before fetching the salt and pepper.
"Thanks" Chris said, smiling towards Tom, who smiled back. They ate is silence for a few minutes before Tom heard Chris sigh, sitting a little straighter.
"Working already isn't it?" Tom asked. Chris's satisfied nod made him smile.
"So I suppose the evening is all just one big blur to you now, huh?" Tom asked at length. He knew it wasn't exactly a smooth way to get information but it had been eating away at him all night. It hadn't really been a kiss, more just a meeting of mouths but it had thrown him straight out of balance. It was a known thing that they were both very huggable people and would happily do so in public, a silly bit of bromance and all that, but this was not something that had ever happened before, not even on the cheek.
"Nah, not that much, I remember most things up until we left the bar, I think you helped me get in my room, yeah?" Chris replied and Tom wasn't quite sure if he felt relieved or not. He nodded anyway and Chris chuckled.
"I must have been completely useless by then." He laughed and laughed again at Tom's expression of agreement.
"So, you let me in." He squinted, trying to recall the memory. "I was stumbling around like a complete idiot and you were saying something. I'm assuming it was about eating eggs?" Tom smirked at him, shaking his head slightly and Chris carried on. "You made me go over to the bed, and I woke up there, so I'm assuming I must have fallen asleep, like, as soon as my face hit the pillow, right?"
"Yeah, pretty much" Tom answered, smiling, but the smile didn't quite reach his eyes, not that Chris was watching.
"Wait, no." Chris blurted out. "You fell onto my bed, I can sort of remember, we were laughing like complete dorks, then you got up and..." Chris trailed off, a slight frown appearing. Tom knew he had remembered, or he was trying to decide if it had been a dream or not. He looked up at Chris, placing his knife and fork down on his pate and pushing it away from him slightly.
A blush started to creep it's way across Chris's face, making Tom feel kind of bad for bringing it up.
"Chris." He started. "Chris...it's okay..."
"Sorry." Chris interrupted. "I forgot, I...completely forgot."
"Honestly Chris, come on man, it's fine, no harm done. We can forget about it, no problem." Tom smiled.
Chris didn't reply for a couple of minutes and Tom was tempted to speak again but then Chris finally decided to say something.
"Do you want to forget about it?" What? That was the last thing Tom had expected him to ask. He was thrown off, yet again, by Chris's words. Tom was the one to blush this time.
"I...what do you mean?" He asked almost shyly, looking up at Chris, trying to figure out what he was waiting for. Chris downed the last of his water, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
"Well, it's just, I don't think I could forget about it again if I wanted to, but...I'm not so sure that I want to." Chris said simply.
"Chris." Tom said, slowly. "Uhh...what are you saying?" Chris's reply was a small smile, which slightly infuriated him, since it explained nothing. Chris wanted him to respond, Tom gathered that much.
"Well, I don't suppose I wouldn't forget it either, not really." He started carefully. "But it's something I can forget in the sense that we can continue as if it never happened." Chris leaned back, looking straight into his eyes.
"Do you want to pretend like it never happened?" Chris asked, like it was the most normal question in the world.
"I...uhhh..." Tom started to fumble for words, unsure of how to respond. Eventually Chris just sighed, leaning forward.
"Did you enjoy it?" A simple enough question. Not nearly a simple enough answer.
"Chris...I..."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"It wasn't even a real kiss." Tom said, a little desperate now. He was not in his comfort zone here. Chris seemed to ponder his words for a moment.
"No...I agree, it really wasn't." He paused again before suddenly jumping up from his seat, clearly the eggs had done the trick, as Tom had known they would. Now was not the time for proving points though.
"Okay...come on."
"Chris...what're you doing?" Tom asked, confused as Chris headed over to the sofa which was in the living room, connecting to the kitchen so technically he didn't even leave the room.
The blond sat down, turning to look over at Tom before gesturing him to come over to him. Unsure, Tom got up, putting the used plates into the sink and went over to where Chris was sitting on the, rather red, sofa.
"Sit down." Chris told him, not in a demanding way though, more like a request. Tom hesitated but he and Chris were really good friends since they had first met to prepare for working together, he trusted him this much. Tom sat down and the other smiled at him.
"You okay?" Chris asked, appearing genuinely concerned. Tom nodded at him, watching him cautiously, waiting to see what he was planning. Chris turned away slightly, nodding to himself before looking back up to Tom, who looked back, not daring to break the eye contact.
"Just go with it for a minute, okay?" Tom was about to ask what he was supposed to be going with but the answer came soon enough as Chris leaned forward, not particularly slowly, his eye lids drooping, almost shut and Tom didn't even think to pull back before the younger mans mouth was on his again. Tom froze, eyes still open, looking at the super close proximity of Chris's face. The blond didn't move much, simply pressing his lips to Tom's. He wasn't sure if Tom would pull back or not, so he left this free for him to choose.
After a few seconds, Tom let his lips relax slightly into Chris's, his own eyes closing automatically and he pressed back ever so slightly. Chris took this as a positive sign and decided to part his lips, the tiniest fraction, tilting his head a bit and moving Tom's lips around slightly as he took lead of the gentle kiss.
Keeping their lips together, Chris leaned his head forward, so the sides of their noses brushed. Their lips lost contact for a moment. Neither of them pulled back, but pressed in again, Tom opening his mouth slightly this time, giving the kiss more form, more movement and more sound.
Chris was the first to grow bolder, making slightly bigger moves and only doing more once Tom reciprocated his movements but after a while, they were kissing harder, mouths opening and moulding against the others. Their breathing grew aroused. They weren't touching other than this though, their hands gripping their own legs or leaning on the sofa.
Kissing a man was nothing like kissing a woman. Tom's skin was firmer, rougher, not smooth and soft and powdery like a women's. He had a very light rough stubble that Chris only noticed because his mouth was rubbing against it. Tom's lips were thin, but soft. The guy had technique, Chris could tell, he just needed to encourage the older man to use it.
As Tom opened his mouth again, to press back into Chris's lips, the Australian darted the tip of his tongue out and let it brush just inside of a slim upper lip. Tom suddenly hummed breathily, surprising himself and pulling back. Chris looked at him apologetically.
"Too much?" He asked, worried. Tom looked away for a moment, gathering himself.
"No...no, it's fine, I just...hadn't expected...yeah." Tom felt a hand on his jaw, pulling his head up to look at Chris.
"Think you can answer the question now?" Tom's mind went blank, what question? It took him a few moments but eventually he realised what Chris was referring to. Did you enjoy it?
"Oh...oh yes." He chuckled lightly, blushing again.
"Oh yes, you can answer the question or oh yes you enjoyed the kiss?"
"Uhhh...well...both...I suppose." He smiled sheepishly. Tom's blush seemed to be here to stay. Then he did something Chris hadn't expected, though he probably should have, since it was Tom, he started laughing.
"What?" Chris asked, confused. Tom continued laughing, finding it harder to control as he went. He managed to quieten a little but then he looked up to meet Chris's eyes and he started all over again.
"I...I'm...oh god...I'm so sorry!" He choked, between fits of laughter. "This is not how I thought the morning would pan out, not at all!" He started again and Chris couldn't help but join him. When they calmed down and their laughter died out, a few moments later, Tom looked back to Chris, cobalt eyes meeting cerulean.
"Kiss me again." Chris said before he could stop himself. He was still smiling but any traces of humour quickly drained from Tom's face. Chris's eyes settled on the Brits lips and he leaned forward again. Tom leaned back a little, hesitating.
"Chris..." Tom started but then Chris was so close to him again, he forgot whatever excuse he had been about to make up as he met the others touch.
They kissed slowly, testing all over again, Chris didn't want to scare Tom again. They played with the pressure of their lips, opening their mouths wide, but then pulling back into smaller kisses, breathing deeply through their noses. Chris felt Tom gain some confidence as they went along and he figured that maybe Tom felt better knowing that Chris wanted this too.
Whenever the kiss got a bit too fiery, a bit strong and less controlled, they would pull back, go back into simple little kisses. After a while, Chris decided to try incorporating his tongue again, more carefully this time. Instead of just going for it, he simply placed his tongue at the front of his mouth so it was by his lips. When the kiss got deeper, his tongue would occasionally touch against Tom's lips, which the older man could feel of course, but it didn't startle him this time, he made no move to stop but Chris didn't advance with his tongue, he waited for the silent word from Tom that he could move on.
It took a while, Chris gently moving his tongue against Tom's lips when they did come into brief contact, but the next time he did this, it wasn't the others lips that he found when he pressed his tongue forward, it was the tip of Tom's own hesitant tongue. Chris almost moaned with the unexpected pleasure of it. He thinks he did gasp a little though because Tom pulled back again, eyes opening, looking worried.
"I'm sorry." He said quickly. Chris frowned but smiled lightly.
"Why're you sorry?"
"I...uh...don't know, too bold I guess, sorry." He smiled sheepishly. Chris smiled more leaning back towards Tom.
"It was nice. I kind of wish you hadn't stopped."
"Oh...sorry." Chris couldn't help the small chuckle as he leant back into Tom. They kissed for a while but Tom didn't try to use his tongue again. Chris loved to use tongue, he wasn't over the top, he didn't need to know what the other person had for dinner or anything but he loved to play with the sensations and texture of people's tongues. He placed one hand behind Tom's head and the other on the muscle between his neck and shoulder, pulling the older man against him a bit more, controlling the kiss. Tom seemed happy to let him.
When Tom opened his mouth again, Chris pressed forward with his tongue, more forward than he had before but not stuffing his tongue into the others mouth. Tom moaned a little and pressed his own tongue against Chris's. They moved back into kissing before repeating the movement, doing this a few times before the blond decided to play a little, pushing his tongue further forward, Tom opening his mouth more to let him, their heads tilting further as Chris plunged his tongue into the others mouth, wriggling it playfully, then pulling his tongue back in to his own mouth, encouraging Tom to follow him. It didn't work though and Chris went back in during the next kiss.
As he pulled back, this time, Tom sucked gently on Chris's tongue, his teeth lightly scraping against the tip, making him moan and smile into the kiss. Tom laughed at his own boldness and Chris just melted, pushing forward, using his hands to hold Tom's head, keeping their mouths pressed hard, pushing his tongue deep into his mouth, searching for the older mans tongue, and seemingly every other part of his mouth, sliding against his teeth. Tom was letting out these little moans with every breath out, he seemed to not quite realise he was doing it. The sounds going straight to Chris's crotch. He had been hard for a while, the pressure unrelenting in his jeans. He wondered if Tom was too, but didn't dare make a move to check.
Air was becoming more of a struggle now, their kiss so ferocious, they didn't get much chance. Everything was quick breaths, quiet moans, teeth, tongue, wet, amazing. Tom's hands were gripping hard onto Chris's shoulders, which the younger actor figured was a subconscious move. Tom was sucking harder on Chris's tongue and he wasn't sure he could take that much longer, the electricity that the sensation sent down to his cock, he swears it may be enough to make him come, without even undoing his jeans.
Chris pulled back to get some air for a moment and Tom looked around like he had forgotten where he was. His lips were darker, plumper and really wet, covered in saliva, as was the skin leading towards his chin and pretty much his entire mouth. Some parts of his skin looked a little red, from where Chris's stubble had scraped his face a bit. Tom didn't seem to notice though, or if he did he wasn't saying anything. He wasn't looking at Chris now though, he was looking ahead of him, appearing to be deep in thought. Chris grew worried for a moment, maybe he was trying to think of a way out of this without offending him. Chris wouldn't be offended if Tom didn't want this, he would always be friends with Tom, no matter what.
"Yer alright there?" Chris asked quietly. Tom blushed and leaned his head forward into his hands.
"Oh god." He groaned slowly, breathing a bit too laboured for Chris's liking. His arms came up to scratch through his hair, more of a distraction than anything. Chris noticed that Tom's hands were shaking.
"Hey." Chris said, shifting over and placing his hand on the older mans shoulder. Tom looked up at him.
"You know, if this wasn't what you wanted, we can forget it happened. It's okay mate, don't worry about it, I'm not worth freaking out over." Chris chuckled lightly, pushing down the feeling of disappointment at his own words but if Tom was not okay with this, then he would back off and respect his friend. Tom shook his head quickly.
"That's not why I'm freaking out." He started, which only aided in confusing Chris. "I liked it. I really liked it...and...I don't quite know what to think of that. We're not just any two people, we are actors. We are in the media now, we are filming for the avengers for Christ's sake, it's one of the most anticipated movies of the last decade or something. There's no way something like this could stay secret for long. What if people find out?" Tom worried his lip.
"I think you're thinking quite far ahead there Tom, we just kissed in your hotel room, I'm not asking for your hand in marriage, we don't need to announce anything to anyone. I don't even know how far I would want to go with this, I mean could you imagine us having sex?" Chris laughed. He had meant it as a joke but the look on Tom's face made him suddenly grow serious.
"Oh my god, you have?" Chris's eyes grew wider, his mouth opening in shock, quickly turning into a sly smile. Tom shook his head looking horrified.
"What? No, no of course..." Chris was positively beaming now.
"You have! You have, you so have!" Chris said, sitting up straighter and shifting closer, mock confronting Tom. "Oh my god, were you touching yourself while you thought about me?"
"Oh god." Tom jumped up from the chair, pacing over to the kitchen to busy himself with tidying the dishes. Chris looked at him from the chair, laughing, not in mocking but in a surprised happiness. It was such a hot idea, Tom sitting back on this very sofa, thinking about Chris while he stroked himself, muttering his name, moaning, imagining it was Chris bringing him such pleasure. Chris felt his cock stir back into life at this, he shifted a bit, quickly tucking himself under his belt before standing up to follow Tom to the kitchen.
"What did you imagine? Did I suck your cock?" Tom refused to answer, he was washing the plates, determined to keep his eyes on everything except Chris. That as well as the fact that he was painfully hard right now and he was not going to give Chris the satisfaction of knowing that. The mans ego was big enough right now.
"No? Okay...uh...were you sucking mine?" He laughed again when he saw Tom drop his head in embarrassment. Chris fake gasped, really over dramatically.
"Thomas William Hiddleston you, my friend, are a dirty little slut!" He laughed even harder, he could see Tom was stuck between laughing himself and throwing the plate in his hands at Chris. He sobered up after a moment, coming back to the serious part of the conversation because, he joked, they both did but this was something they really needed to discuss, Chris couldn't just leave it here without some kind of closure.
"Okay, no, seriously, I don't care. It's flattering, to be honest with you and...uh...since I'm being honest and all..." Tom heard and then felt the approach of the other, then a warm breath on the back of his ear as Chris whispered. "I've imagined you too." Tom nearly dropped the plate, earning another chuckle from Chris, followed by hands on his shoulders, gently trying to encourage him to turn round. Tom did, his hands still wet and soapy but Chris didn't care.
"I'm not even gay." Tom said, serious now. His eyes, which were wide enough when he was relaxed, were even wider, the colour piercing through Chris. He was suddenly tempted to takes Tom's face into his hands and kiss him gently, delicately. He resisted for now though.
"I'm not gay either." Chris said. "That doesn't change anything, I'm still not gay, I don't like men, I just..sort of like you." Chris looked at Tom, offering him a small smile. It was true, he had never really looked twice at another man, just because he knew he liked women, that's just how it was for him, but then he met Tom and then he wasn't quite sure of anything anymore. Tom breathed out a laugh.
"I can't believe I'm saying this...I think I like you too." He leaned his head down, breaking their eye contact, like he could only admit this if he wasn't looking at him. "Oh god, I have liked you for ages." Chris smiled more at that.
"I know." That made Tom pause and look up.
"You what? How did you know?"
"I figured it out, sort of, well, I wasn't sure but I had a feeling you might." He huffed at Tom's expression, amused. His face was flushed and he looked like he wanted to run. He didn't though, he stayed with Chris's hands on his shoulders, thumbs rubbing small circles into his collar bones, his own hands still dripping with soap suds.
"So." Tom said hesitantly. "What happens now?"
"What do you want to happen now?" Chris smiled lightly, though he kind of had an idea by the way Tom's eyes were flicking between his eyes and his lips. Chris parted his own a little, letting the tip of his tongue slide out to wet them. Tom's mouth parted subconsciously as he watched him. They were talking much quieter now, everything silent except for their breaths and murmured words.
"I...I'm not sure. What do you want?" Was his breathy reply, his eyes stopping more on his lips now. Chris leaned even closer to him. "You" he whispered before pressing his mouth against Tom again. The slightly shorter man brought his hands up to hold at Chris's sides, forgetting that the were still rather wet. Chris couldn't care less right now though, in fact he didn't even notice. He hummed into the kiss and used his own lips to push the others mouth open so he could explore again.
They kissed slowly now, their tongues exploring gently, the small sensual noises of their lips and the little halted breaths at the back of their throats seemed to echo in the quiet. Chris pulled one hand from the older mans shoulder and tucked it under Tom's to snake its way round to his back, pressing the slim body closer to his. Tom breathed in deep, his mouth opening along with his eyes in surprise at the feeling of their crotches pressing together. Chris smiled. Tom's pupils were blown and it was the single sexiest thing Chris had ever seen.
"You're hard." Tom breathed, and seemingly he hadn't expected this. Chris smiled more.
"Like a rock...as are you." He pressed them closer again to emphasise this and Tom breathed in again, his eyes flickering out of focus for a second as Chris watched and that sent an even stronger jolt of arousal straight down his stomach and spine, right down to his crotch, making him shiver lightly. Okay, correction, that was the single sexiest thing he had ever seen.
Tom wanted this, he could see it clearly on the mans face, whether or not he would admit this and let himself enjoy what could be a wonderful thing, Chris didn't quite know.
"You didn't answer my question." Chris reminded. Tom hadn't forgot, he just wasn't quite sure what to say.
"I...I'm not...I don't...I..." Tom stuttered, trying to find the right words.
"Did you like this?" Chris asked simply, referring to their kissing, of course. He needed to hear the words come straight from his mouth. Tom seemed quite flighty and he wouldn't rush him.
"I..,yes...yes I did." His face started flushing again. He smiled, as if trying to appear unaffected by the finer ability if the moment. He didn't fool Chris.
"Okay...and would you do it again?" Tom just nodded slowly. Chris nodded in return.
"Alright. So we take it from there then, yeah? No decisions yet, just do what we want to do. We are still mates, we can stop this any time it gets too much, yes?" Tom nodded again.
"Need a little bit more here mate, I don't want to go with this then find out later down the road that you just didn't want to hurt my feelings of something." Chris pressed his hips forward again, bringing Tom out of his slight trance with a small gasp. Tom looked up into his eyes.
"What we want to do...nothing more." Tom agreed, a little breathless and that was enough for Chris. He pushed Tom harder into the sink, lips attacking the older mans, grinding his own hips forward in a slightly rounded movement, cause he just couldn't help himself. Tom opened his mouth and moaned into Chris's own, hands gripping the side of his shirt.
"Oh god...what are we doing, what is this?" He asked at length, before returning Chris's attack on his mouth.
"Well..." Chris murmured between kisses and light nibbles to Tom's lips. "Maybe it's the start of something amazing." This would either be the best or worst decision he ever made.