It was already dark out. Tom was in the small but very tidy bathroom, slicking back his black semi curly hair, not in the way he did for Loki, this way it still left some of his usual curls and his hair only came down to almost the bottom of his ears. The extensions took ages to put in when he was shooting but so did every other part of his costume. He didn't get enough time to grow the hair as long as he would have for Loki but Joss hadn't cared, he said what he had was fine, if he could die it black, it would be better and they could get some extensions for him.
He buttoned up his deep purple shirt, right up to his neck, before deciding he looked far too trapped and buttoned it back down to reveal the tops of his collar bones and a little of his chest. The evening was warm so he didn't need to worry about being cold. He tucked the bottom of the shirt into his usual black trousers and put on a simple black blazer. It was a lot of black but the purple of his shirt broke it up nicely. Looking back into the mirror, he sighed, adjusting his clothes and then just stood, looking at himself for a moment.
He was meeting with Chris tonight, going to walk around the streets of Ohio until they could find a decent looking restaurant. They agreed it would be a nicer way of getting to know the place than looking online and booking a place. Chris had said he would be round about half eight which was really late to Tom but he had agreed. That was one thing he had never really understood when it came to America and the like, though it was mostly on shows where the characters would agree to go out and one would say "pick you up at eight?" And Tom always thought that was a bit late. He usually had dinner about half six, not that it mattered; he just found the differences between different countries quite fascinating.
He heard a knock on the door and felt his heart jump a little. Damn him for being nervous about this, it's just Chris, they're going to go and eat and then they will come back and go to their own rooms and sleep. That's it, nice and simple. But oh god, what if he wanted to come in for a drink? What if he kissed him again? What if he wanted to go further? Tom wasn't sure he could do that yet. So far they had only kissed. Admittedly, it was one hell of an intimate kiss but they had kept it at that for now, Tom was comfortable with that.
It had been a week since he and Chris had decided to pursue their...whatever this was, but they hadn't spent much time together. It had been the Saturday morning when they kissed properly and Sunday was generally a day that everyone had to themselves so the only time he had seen him after that was back on set. Of course, they were back to their professional selves then, in costume, ready for when the director needed them. They had talked but not really had a chance to discuss fully where they were going. Tonight was their evening to do that.
"Okay" he said to himself, messing with his shirt collar again. He walked over to the door and opened it. He was greeted with vivid blue eyes, tied back blond hair and a knock out smile. Chris was wearing a blue shirt with a black waistcoat that he had left undone, his sleeves rolled up and dark jeans. Tom seemed to forget words. Luckily for him, Chris rescued him by speaking first.
"Wow...you look great." Then he seemed like maybe he was berating himself for not having thought up something better to say. Tom smiled at him. "Thanks, you do too." Then just looked at him. Chris raised his eyebrows.
"Oh...uh...you want to come in?" Chris huffed a short laugh and stepped in. Tom closed the door and walked off to the kitchen in search of a glass. "Drink?" He added after a moment.
"Sure." Chris said, smiling as he watched Tom fidgeting round the kitchen.
"You're nervous." Chris stated, watching as Tom froze for a second before carrying on with the drinks.
"No...No...I'm fine." Tom denied. Then he turned and looked at Chris and knew he wasn't falling for his bullshit. "Well aren't you?"
"Tom, we have been friends for quite a while now, why would we be nervous around each other?" Tom knew he was being silly, he couldn't help it. He walked back over and handed Chris the drink.
"We don't have to go out you know, if you don't want to. We can order in and talk here, or at mine, it's all fine."
"No...No no...I'm fine, really...I'm just...oh gosh...I don't know." He sighed. "This is so new, it should feel so casual, and it just...doesn't." He looked at Chris a little sheepishly.
"Okay, so maybe out in public isn't such a good idea. Tell you what, we order in, sit back relax, watch a film. I know how you love the jungle book." Chris suggested and Tom couldn't help but smile.
"You can't tempt me with the jungle book and then expect any other options to hold up to it." He laughed. Chris smiled and nodded. "Okay then, that's what we do."
"Oh no, I was joking. Look, you got all dressed up and everything."
"This?" Chris asked, gesturing to himself. "Nah, I'd have worn this regardless of what we did."
Tom looked worried. "You're sure you won't get bored?" Chris nudged him in the shoulder.
"Ahh who needs a social life anyway?" He teased.
...
About forty minutes later and kicked back on Tom's sofa after deciding to order pizza, or more like, Chris had decided to order pizza after having to assume that Tom wanted it too, since that man could not make decisions when it involved other people. He always wanted to be a convenience to everyone. Chris found it somewhat frustrating but endearing too. Lights were dimmed; the room was nicely warm, only the occasional sound could be heard from people moving past the door on their floor. Otherwise all was quiet and there was a calm essence to the air, which was nice.
The moment Chris had put the DVD in to play the Jungle Book -because of course Tom would have brought that with him- Tom had actually turned into a child. A very tall, dark and stunningly fucking gorgeous child. Chris found himself watching Tom more than the film, the passion in which he was so open about the things he enjoyed. He sang along to every song, quoted most of the film, then looked apologetically at Chris who just laughed and tapped his arm playfully. The pizza had arrived about halfway through, Tom making sure to tip the delivery guy generously before dancing his way back over to the sofa, pizza in hand.
Okay, so they hadn't actually talked about them yet, like that had planned this evening to do but they would get to it, and Chris had to admit, it was nice to just sit back and relax with Tom. He was a very chilled person when he wasn't under pressure or nervous, even then he held together very well, it only seemed to be Chris who noticed when something wasn't quite right.
Tom was still humming to the film as the credits played. He swayed back and forth, mouth full of, now cold, pizza, humming along happily and not even seeming to realise that Chris was watching him, until his head swung around eventually, seeing the other looking at him with a stupid grin on his face, one eyebrow raised and Tom's face was red in seconds.
"What?" He murmured after swallowing down his mouthful and throwing the rest of his slice back into the box. "It's such a wonderful film. I love it."
"So I can tell." Chris said, his voice full of amusement. He shifted up closer to Tom, who looked sideways at him, semi suspiciously waiting to see what his next move was. Chris didn't move for a moment and Tom turned his head to face the blond properly.
"Hey." Chris said, his eyes not leaving the Brits. Tom just looked back, smiling lightly and then Chris was leaning in, glad when the other man leaned forward to meet him half way. So much for talking first, he thought. They made out slowly for a while before Chris grew slightly impatient, leaning his forward more, making Tom lean back so they could continue kissing. Eventually they were almost lying on the sofa, Chris on top, taking full control of their kissing, his hands in Tom's hair, tilting his head so he could kiss him at different angles. Tom was breathing heavily into the kiss, humming occasionally so Chris could tell that he was enjoying it just nicely.
Chris broke the kiss to move his mouth down a little and kissed along a sharp jaw, going back towards his ear. Tom moaned lightly, subconsciously tilting his head back to give Chris more access to his neck, which he accepted eagerly, kissing down the underside of his jaw, lips halting when they reached the older man's Adam's apple. He felt Tom swallow under his lips, felt the small hitch in his breathing and the light hum when he licked across the same area. Kissing his way back up Tom's neck, he tested different areas to find what he liked, and taking the opportunity to breathe in his scent. The man smelled of soap and a light deodorant, nothing over the top, simple and clean, just as he would expect from him.
As he reached the spot just under Tom's ear, he heard a slightly stronger moan leave his throat, knowing he had found a sensitive part; he flicked his tongue out, licking across it, loving the little breathy noises Tom made. He opened his mouth more and gently scraped his teeth across the area and Tom's whole body shivered, his mouth opening in a silent moan and his hands gripped at Chris's upper arms. He hummed happily, moving up to nibble at the Brits earlobe, moving up further, breathing into the entrance of his ear. Tom's breathing became short little aroused pants and he waited in anticipation. Chris smiled, leaning really close to his ear, laughing into it slightly as he felt Tom tensing, knowing that the older man could hear all the sounds of his mouth and throat, his breathing, everything. People often underestimated how sensitive ears could be for some people and it seemed Chris had found one hell of an erogenous zone on Tom. He let his warm, wet tongue slide out his mouth and worked its way slowly, ever so gently, into the Brits ear, thoroughly enjoying the gorgeous noises that came from said man as he pushed his tongue in firmer, wiggling it a little, lighting up all the little nerve endings in and around his ear as he did.
Pulling his tongue back out, he blew on the place where his tongue had just been, knowing it would feel cold and smiling when it made Tom shiver again.
"That feel good?" Chris breathed out.
"Uhh-huh" was about as coherent as the reply was going to get. Chris felt his chest swell contentedly and went back to kissing Tom. Resting all his weight on his knees, he brought his hands up to undo the buttons of the others shirt. He heard the Brits breath hitch, but he figured it wasn't so much in the good way since he felt him tense up a bit too. He slowed down for a moment, waiting to see if Tom would relax. When he didn't, Chris pulled back to look at him.
"You okay?" He asked, eyes wide in seriousness. Tom nodded but Chris could see his hesitance. He smiled raising his eyebrows a little and Tom looked down slightly. They had been shirtless around each other before, of course they had, heck, they had been almost naked around each other before, but this was different. Removing a shirt now held much more meaning behind it than simply getting dressed.
"I...yeah, I am fine, really." He tried but Chris was already pulling back further. "Oh no...I'm sorry Chris, really I..." Tom started to say but was soon cut off by the others ever so slightly raised voice.
"Tom, it's okay. I went too far, and you let me know, maybe not in words but at least I could tell. You go as far as you want to, remember? You have nothing to prove to me. If I do something you're not comfortable with you have to let me know, promise me you will tell me, please." Chris looked at Tom a little desperately. The very idea of unconsciously putting him through something that he didn't want just because he hadn't read the warning signs, or because Tom didn't want to disappoint Chris chilled him to the bone. Tom nodded but that wasn't nearly enough.
"I need words Tom; I need you to say it."
"Okay...I will tell you, I promise." Tom looked up at him, eyes wide and body language tense. Chris visibly relaxed through, which seemed to help him too.
"Okay." He said, sitting back more and looking at the dark haired man. "What were you nervous about for this evening?" Tom frowned a little.
"What do you mean?"
"When I got here earlier, you were nervous. Was there a more specific reason?" Tom hesitated, seemingly unsure what to say. Chris leaned forward a bit again.
"I want us to be able to talk openly Tom, yeah? You have nothing to prove to me." Chris said, looking at him gently. He didn't want to come across as demanding or anything. Tom nodded.
"Just everything really. I've never done this before, not with a guy, not even with someone who was my friend for a couple of years first. I'm out of my comfort zone." He quickly added. "But not in a bad way." When he saw the look appearing on Chris's face. "I just don't quite know how to respond to you, to us. It's not something that you're doing. I didn't even want you to stop a few minutes ago, when you were undoing my shirt." Tom flushed lightly as he spoke. "I just...you know...needed a moment."
"What do you mean?" Chris asked, a little confused.
"You know...like when...when you were going to unbutton my shirt, I just needed a moment to sort of...get used to the idea of what was happening, I didn't actually want to stop." And Chris understood what he meant this time. He hadn't wanted him to stop completely, he just wanted to be reassured that it was okay and be reminded that he could stop whenever he wanted.
"Oh." Was all Chris could think to reply with. In this moment, Tom dared to undo the first two buttons that Chris had managed to get undone but he had buttoned back up when they stopped. He didn't undo any more of the buttons but he pulled the collar open a little, in a silent invitation for Chris to continue, Tom's wide blue eyes on him as he did. He didn't look completely relaxed but he was trying and Chris couldn't help his smile.
He moved back to where he had been before. Tom just looked up at him, fingers still playing with the edge of his shirt. Chris placed his hand over Tom's and leaned down to kiss him sweetly. He wanted Tom to relax before he would do any more.
After a while, Tom was kissing him back like they hadn't even stopped, his hands had moved up to Chris's arm and the back of his head now, pulling him down onto him a bit. Chris was happy to let Tom try and control this, in fact, he wanted him to. If Tom was asking him to do something, it would mean he definitely wanted it and wasn't just going along with what he thinks Chris might want.
Chris's mouth attacked his neck again and Tom's hands grew firm in their place on Chris's neck and shoulder, pulling his mouth closer to him. Chris nipped and licked and scraped and Tom was making noises again in seconds. He was far more vocal than Chris had expected he would be. He didn't moan loud and constantly like some porn star, but the little noises he did make, they were real. Small moans and panted breaths that let Chris know he really was enjoying this.
He decided to try unbuttoning Tom's shirt again, taking his time, giving the other man as much room as he could to back out if he wanted to. Tom shifted lightly when Chris moved, breathed a little deeper but otherwise made no sound of discomfort. The younger man moved his head back in, to distract him a little with his kisses while he did. He opened Tom's shirt but didn't try to push it off, instead he stopped kissing him, and he knew Tom was looking at him as he sat up, eyes down on the bared chest. He pushed open Tom's shirt, revealing a pale, lightly freckled chest, a small amount of light hair towards the centre. Chris let his eyes move down to the flat, gently toned abdomen. He leaned back down, kissing a curious looking Brit on the lips quickly before moving down to his chest, mouthing and nibbling down his collar bones, loving the sound of Tom's breathing as he did.
He slid his fingers under Tom's shirt, stroking down his sides, feeling the older man tense up hard and pulling away as best he could when trapped between him and the couch. Chris looked up to see the actor, laughing.
"Tickles!" He stuttered out between little giggles which increased in intensity when Chris traced his fingers over the sensitive sides. He stopped after a minute, dipping his head back down and biting Tom's chest, making him jump and huff out softly in surprise. Chris licked over the bite as an apology before moving his head lower, paying careful attention to the feel of the older man's skin under his tongue and lips. Tom didn't seem to be one for talking during this, so he would rely on his body to tell him for now, though he hoped that Tom would voice his feelings if it became necessary.
Tom squirmed discontentedly when Chris mouthed over a nipple, swiping his tongue over it and worrying it lightly between his teeth. He heard a small hiss and figured he must have been a little too rough; he smoothed the darkened nub over with his tongue and looked up at Tom, smiling when he saw that the other man was more than okay.
"Is this alright?" Chris asked, keeping his eyes on Tom's while he let his tongue fall out to drag across the other man's nipple again. He smiled, open mouthed as Tom's eyes hooded a little more, half covering his blown pupils, his jaw dropping slightly and he shivered in arousal. So he likes to look, Chris thought. From then on, as he moved his downwards, he let his eyes flick up sometimes, to look suggestively at the older man, which really seemed to turn the Brit on.
He felt the muscles of Tom's stomach flutter a bit as he kissed and licked over them. He came down to the older man's navel, lifting his head up, to hover just above it. He breathed over it, leaning down as though to kiss the sensitive area but pulling back just before he could, hearing Tom breathe harder with the anticipation, his head falling back against the arm with a slight thunk. Chris could see his stomach rising and falling and shifting as Tom fidgeted underneath him and he figured he may have found another erogenous zone. He blew on the area, getting really close again, lips almost skimming the skin around his navel, watching his stomach tense in waiting, his breathing hitching and becoming unfocused and damn, Chris thought, this had got to be even more sensitive than his neck.
He decided to stop his torment, leaning down, just millimetres above the waiting man, he circled his tongue around his navel before dipping his tongue into the shallow dent.
Tom's moan sent a shiver through Chris that went straight down to his cock, which was fully hard before but now was straining against his pants. He pulled back with a breath of amused surprise, looking up at Tom. The older man flushed and looked somewhat sheepish, soon forgetting that though as the tongue returned to said area, wiggling around and biting the slight rise of skin just underneath. He pushed up a bit, so his mouth was around the dip and he sucked.
Tom pushed up into Chris and he briefly felt just how hard he was as he jutted against his stomach. Chris moved down to the edge of his trousers, biting on the material and tugging it a little.
"Ahh...no!" Tom said, quickly sitting up. Chris stopped immediately, coming up to face Tom properly.
"It's okay." He said, placing his hand on the older man's shoulder and squeezing lightly. "I wasn't gonna do anything."
"No...No it's okay, I know. I just...reacted, sorry." Tom looked down, embarrassed. Chris placed his hands either side of Tom's head and kissed him, the Brit returning the movements and in moments they were back to moving together with the same intensity as before, the momentary snick forgotten. Hands roamed over necks, arms, backs and sides, lips and tongues teased and teeth nipped. Chris testily pressed his hips down to get some friction on himself, moaning when he felt Tom press back. They started simple and slow but soon they were humping against each other like teenagers, Tom's head thrown back, the younger man attacking his neck. Chris could feel himself actually starting to get close from this.
"Okay." He heaved, slowing down his thrusts and then stopping completely. "We should probably take this down a notch." Tom's body relaxed into the sofa as he looked up at Chris, face flushed with arousal, breathing hard. He nodded and sat up, straightening himself up and doing up his shirt.
They just sat on the chair for a few moments, catching their breath. It wasn't awkward, they were fine just being in each other's company without having to speak, that was something that was really nice about them as friends, as well as more.
"Well." Chris started. "That got pretty heated." Tom looked at him, and then laughed "Yeah, like a couple of horny teens." Chris hummed in agreement. He shifted up to Tom again, leaning in and kissing him in a slow, shallow, simple way. Before they were heated, deep desperate kisses, now they were exploring, calm and soft. Hands combed into hair, tilting their heads, tongues occasionally joining in the game as they went on. They would pull back when it started getting more than this, kissing along jaw lines, nipping at an earlobe, sucking lightly on the others neck.
"What time is it?" Tom asked when they next pulled back to breathe. Chris checked his watch and balked at it.
"Shit, it's nearly one am!" Tom's eyes widened a bit. "No...how?" Chris just shook his head.
"Damn...We should probably call it a night. Didn't you say you were going out tomorrow?" Tom frowned before he seemed to remember.
"Oh yes, my friend is in town and I agreed to meet her." Not that it really mattered to Tom if Chris went now or not, he wouldn't be going to sleep for a good while yet anyway.
"Okay, yeah, I should go now." Chris stood up and moved to clean up the pizza box and their glasses on the table.
"Oh no, don't worry, I'll sort that out."
"Oh, okay...thanks." Chris said, straightening up and moving towards the door.
"Thank you for tonight." He said, turning to face Tom who had followed him to the door. "I had a really great time, honestly." He added the last part when he saw the slight look of doubt on Tom's face. The dark haired man smiled after a moment, that brilliant smile he did that drove Chris crazy.
"Me too, thank you for coming round. I hope you didn't mind not going out, I really would have been fine."
"Tom, honestly, I think this was better than walking round the streets. I could happily do this again, anytime." He replied with a wink making Tom smirk. Chris leaned in for a last kiss, placing his hand on his lower back to pull them together, kissing him hard.
"...see you Monday." He breathed as soon as they broke the kiss and Tom could only nod as the next second, Chris was out the door, walking towards his own suite.
Tom watched him for a moment, before closing the door and turning to just look at the room in front of him. He moved over to the table, picking up the pizza, sticking the left over slices on a plate and putting it in the fridge, throwing the box away and putting their glasses in the sink, he would wash them tomorrow; right now he had a problem he needed to deal with. Said problem was currently trapped under his belt and rubbing against his lower stomach as he moved around.
He smiled at the memory of the evening and moved into the bedroom to 'sort out his problem'.
...
Back in his own suite, Chris got ready for bed, his mind unable to leave the evenings events. He climbed into bed and willed his own 'problem' to go away. After what felt like an hour but was only probably about ten minutes, he gave up. Sliding his hand down into his underwear, images of Tom underneath him, head thrown back and moaning for more, flooded his thoughts.
Tom's name was on his lips as his own problem was 'sorted'.
