Chapter Three: I'm slowly getting better
Summary: Thor and Bruce head to a bar and very interesting things happen later on. Plus, does Thor find Bruce attractive, or is it just the beer talking?
I felt a little better about the situation from what happened this morning; even though we asked if anybody wanted to join us, everyone had their own plans. So, it was just me and Bruce tonight I guess. When we were all dismissed, Bruce joined up with me, looking at me up and down, shaking his head. I looked at my current outfit; I didn't see what he looked so… glum, about.
He said "I know you're the god of Thunder, and everything, and all you really care about is being protected, but…" He was nodding to my outfit. I furrowed my eyebrows. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Bruce started to chuckle at my questions. "Thou laughter is not funny, and I highly suggest you tell me before-"Bruce cut me off with "Before you smite me?" Then he busted up in fits of laughter, and I joined in with him.
After we got the giggles out of our system, and Bruce could stand again, he breathed in deep, and said "I think we should swing by my place, so you can change into something more fitting." I raised an eyebrow at him. "So that you will look a little more…"
"Mortal." I said. He nodded, and I understood what he meant; I would look very strange if I walked around like this. "Will you have something that fits me? Even though we're close to the same size, I highly doubt your as…" the word wasn't coming to mind.
"Broad?" I nodded. "That's the one." Bruce shrugged. "It's no problem; I have some bigger clothes that'll definitely fit you, If not, come extremely close to doing so." I started to think it was his ex's, but then I realized that he would need big clothes in case he suddenly transformed. Even if he had it under control, I couldn't tell if he ever did have those sudden changes out of the blue, but I didn't want to know.
So, after we left headquarters, we ended up at Bruce's place; roomy, with two bedrooms and baths, and large enough rooms for when he turned green. He brought me into his room, and there was no bed. "Bruce, where do you sleep?" I asked, before he flipped a switch, and a panel opened in the floor, raising a bed up. I cocked an eyebrow, looking both impressed and stunned, and then looked at Bruce.
"It's incredible." I said. Bruce poked his head out from the closet, smiling. "Thanks, Tony actually helped me design it. It's situated inside of the concrete, so that it can support my weight." I nodded; seeming impressed that Tony made something besides weapons (And motorized fucking machines. But, that's not important.) Bruce seemed satisfied, when he pulled out two or three outfits. "Here, these should be alright. Try them all on, and show me after each one. Then we'll go from there." I nodded, going to find a room to change in.
I took off my plate armor first, then my boots, and finally my underarmor, leaving myself standing in, what most people on earth call it, "The Commando." I decided that it would be okay, so I pulled on the first pair of jeans, and the shirt, walking out to show Bruce. He seemed pleased, until he looked at my pants.
He snorted. "Thor, isn't there a thing called underwear where you come from?" My questioning look, made him stand up, and throw a pair of something white at me. "These are underwear. Put them on, before you put on your pants. Go put those on, and then come show me." I nodded, going back to put them on. When I saw myself in the mirror, the pants seemed a little more flat. I showed Bruce once more, he smiled, nodding.
"Perfect. Let's try this though…" he handed me a thin piece of fabric with a metallic strip and pockets. I put my arms through it, but Bruce flailed his arms. "No, like this!" he said, laughing and taking itt off me. Then he pulled my arms back and slid the jacket over them. When he had it over my arms, his hands slid along my arms, and I knew he liked the feeling of them, but was trying to keep his feelings to himself. At least for now. After he saw I was good to go, he quickly changed, and we went out. There was a bar about fifteen minutes away, and it wasn't extremely packed. That was when I realized, it was day two of the week, and everybody else had to work.
I ordered a "Samuel Adams" or whatever it's called, and sat back in my chair. They had some sort of activity on the TV, where two teams of warriors in different colors held an oddly shaped object, and tackled each other. I didn't know what it was called, but I was into it. Finally, the game ended, and Bruce seemed lost in a trance. I shook him, in which he looked at me.
"You look distracted. Why is that?" Bruce seemed a little tipsy, as did I. By the time we each finished four beers, we could definitely feel a buzz hitting us, even more so than we expected. "I'm just admiring the mo…. The moo…" he started laughing after that, banging his fist on the counter and laughing even more so. I joined him, and we ended up becoming a laughing, drunken mess. Even though we weren't exactly drunk, like some people I have seen. The bartender came up to us both, and said "You guys seem to be having a bit too much fun. I think I have to ask you to leave, so you don't disturb everyone else's environment."
I wanted to hit the bastard, but I didn't want to 'disturb everyone else's environment.' "So, handler of alcoholic beverage, we will leave. But, only because of other people, you might as well get struck with lightning." Bruce seemed to find this hilarious, because his case of the gasping giggles came back. I pulled him out of his chair, and slung his arm around my shoulder, half dragging and half carrying him to our place. When we got back to his place, the giggles seemed to have subsided, but he seemed a little bit touchier than I remembered.
I brushed it off as him being drunk, and ignored it. He pulled out his keys, but he was so drunk and his hands were fidgety, that I rolled my eyes. "Give them here." I said, sliding my hands over his, and putting the key in the slot. We walked in, and he closed the door. It was momentarily awkward, so I said "let's just, get you to bed. Okay?" He nodded, and I went to get him some water; I hear that is supposed to help with hangovers, or something.
After I filled a cup with water, I set it down, feeling a presence behind me. I turned around, and Bruce was standing there. He got up on his toes, and planted his lips on mine. I was shocked at first, because of how forward he was, but then I led onto it, wrapping my hands along his lower back, leaning into his kiss. I moaned a bit, as our tongues slid together, doing the delicious tongue tango, our breaths becoming ragged and quicker, our hands roaming each other's bodies; mine to his ass, which was incredibly soft even through his dress pants. And his hands under my shirt, raking his fingernails all along my abs, and tweaking my nipples.
After what felt like an eternity, we broke free of the kiss; my hard-on had sprung forth, and Bruce's nipples were poking out from under his shirt. Nervous of what to say, or do, I handed him the water, which he downed quickly. I filled it again, twice, which he downed both times. Next thing I know, he runs from the room, and I hear the sound of retching come from the toilet. I hurried to see him… what's the word? Oh yes, 'vomiting' in the toilet. I knelt down beside him, rubbing his back, making the experience as painless as it could be.
Finally, when he finished, he flushed the toilet, and stood in front of the sink, wiping his mouth, and rubbing his eyes. It was then I truly saw his face; it was, currently pale, but is usually a pale brown color. His face looked stretched thin, with years of stress weighing on him, and bags under his eyes, thanks to hours of sleep lost, probably poured over his research. Wrinkles formed near his mouth, around his eyes and on his forehead. Even young, close to his mid-forties, gray hair was sprouting from the top of his head, making him look closer to seventy, than early forties.
He looked at me, and I looked away; as a god, we never age. But, him being partially mortal, he grew old as did almost everyone else. I felt bad for him, because he would experience death, and I would stay young forever. I leaned against the doorjamb, as he sighed and began brushing his teeth. I thought it was odd, until I realized how bad your innards smell, and appreciated him for it. Finally, when he was done, he looked at me. "I understand that… you may not be exactly over what happened this morning, but would you…" he took a breath, steadying his suddenly shaky voice. "…stay with me tonight?" I seemed slightly shocked, but nodded. I was okay with staying with him; he had done so much for me anyways, I could easily return the favor.
He seemed happy and relieved at the same time, so it was easy to detect his emotions. He told me where everything was, and went to get ready for bed. After he left, I leaned my hands on the counter, exhaling. Even on earth, I felt stressed with what was required of me, as well as the rest of the team. I decided not to think about it, and did what little I had to do for bed. Twenty minutes later or so, I left to Bruce's bedroom; he was already asleep, curled up under the covers, a few years shaved off of him already. I was glad that sleep let us get away from what was stressing us.
I exhaled again, and stripped myself of my clothing; disliking the feel of these underwear, and liking sleeping naked anyways, I stripped down naked once more, and slipped under the covers. Settling into sleep, I closed my eyes, and hoped I wouldn't experience a wretched hangover.
End of Chapter Three~
