"We should write our own bucket list." Chris mentioned casually on a warm afternoon. He and Tom were sitting on the sofa in his hotel room, going over their lines for various scenes, each filling in for whatever character the other would be filming with.
"A bucket list for what?" Tom's eyes peered at him from over his copy of the script.
Chris shrugged "The places we want to go, maybe foods we want to try." He waggled his eyebrows. "Things we want to try out in the bedroom." Tom's eyes almost rolled. He should have known.
"A sex bucket list?" Tom scoffed. "What if someone found it?"
"Well unless we were naive enough to write 'Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston's big fat sex to do list' somehow, I don't think people would know that it belongs to us as a couple." Chris joked. "Besides, we could make it digital, put it on our phones or computers."
"Oh yeah online, the safest place in the world for celebrities to keep their scandalous secrets, because nothing ever went wrong for anybody else right?"
"Okay no need for the sarcasm."
"You're actually serious?" Tom sat up. "What would we even put on it?"
"Well that's for us to decide isn't it?"
"Yeah I know, but what?" He gently threw his script the short distance to the table, losing the right page in the process but his mind was not on that anymore. "Like...different positions from a karma sutra book or something?"
"Maybe." Chris tilted his head in acknowledgment. "But we could probably be a little more creative than that." Tom gestured for him to continue. "Like something you watched in a porn video and wanted to try for yourself, or anything like that."
"I was pretty much just going along with the idea of getting used to being in a homosexual relationship, never mind any added kinks." Tom laughed, but it was weak and humourless.
"A relationship?" Chris gasped mockingly. "My my, from dating to speed dating."
"Oh man, I don't think you could consider us to be just dating, we've known each other for far too long. We were close friends, we still are in a way, now just even...closer."
Chris leaned forward towards Tom. "My god, was that your way of saying 'no homo'?" He mocked again. "We would have to squint very very hard to escape from that one."
"No, no, this is homo. This is very much, undeniably homo, that's not what I meant." Tom defended but his expressions showed Chris that he understood the jest.
"But seriously." Chris continued. "It doesn't have to be treated like rules, or even guidelines, we can do whatever we want with it."
"Or maybe..." Tom joined, shifting closer as the conversation was finally starting to spike his interest. "Rather than a bucket list as such, we could make it more like a list of ideas, or maybe a list of things we would be comfortable with doing or would like to try. This way, we can make sure neither of us are pushed into anything we don't want because it will have already been discussed and approved. If we write it together, we can agree on the things that go on it, yes?"
"Yes." Chris smiled. He loved how Tom could talk so much. He literally had to be one of the chattiest men he had ever met but it was such a wonderful thing because Tom didn't just talk nonsense, even when he started to waffle. His hands and face were so unbelievably expressive, that he kept the others eyes glued to him all the while he spoke and it was just fascinating to witness.
"Though I would still appreciate it if we kept the safe words, pre-approved kinks or not." Tom added quietly.
"Of course, I would never remove them, they stay no matter what. Pre-approving something doesn't mean it will continue to be wanted when it's happening." Tom shifted his legs and leaned against him and Chris's arm automatically took its place just below the back of the others shoulder. They sat together quietly for a few moments, both thinking, Chris was almost certain, about the exact same thing.
"So...what about this list?" Tom suggested.
"I was just thinking, what about things that maybe neither of us had thought about? Or things that we have both never tried, even if we don't know what we will make of them until we try them?"
"So, we could write down kinks that we aren't necessarily sure about and decide closer to the time if we actually want to go through with them?"
"Sure."
Tom's eyes shifted around as while he thought. "I don't see why not...within reason."
It was a while before the list was brought up again. Neither Tom or Chris had added anything to it, they hadn't even started it so as far as they were concerned, the list had yet to exist. That, and their work left them so busy, they barely had chance to be alone together, never mind attempt to fulfil a list that they hadn't even written yet.
Finally glad to be free of the hot and sweaty Loki costume, Tom made his way back to his trailer to dry off and change. However, before he could get there, the door to a trailer which was two away from his own, swung open and a bare muscled arm dragged him inside. A flash of blond hair and a lot of red material and then a mouth on his own.
"Chris! Jesus Christ someone could have seen!" Tom tore his mouth away and pushed against the other mans bigger frame. He almost wished that he could stay mad but one look at Chris's grinning face and he knew he had already lost.
"Well we didn't, did we?" Chris responded, stepping back a little. "Besides, I knew you were about to head off and I wanted to catch you before I have to go on set." He leaned over and picked up a set of keys from the shelf on his right and handed it to Tom. "When you have cleaned up and whatever else you need to do, let yourself into my hotel room and wait for me, I should be done here in a couple of hours. I found a thing that I want to make the first item on our emlist./em Don't worry, it is nothing bizarre, it's just a glorified hand job really."
Tom gave him an inquisitive look but Chris refused to say anything more. Instead he stepped back, slapped Tom on the arm with a rather loud laugh, slightly startling the other man. "Ah yeah you're right, these costumes are sweaty as anything but at least we don't have to wear that huh?" Chris chuckled, directing Tom's attention behind him to where Scarlett had poked her head in the doorway and was looking at the two of them.
"You guys should consider yourselves lucky, as least your suits are loose enough to breathe! Anyway come on Chris, we are waiting for you, you know." She sent them both a smirk and then headed off towards the set.
Tom eyed Chris. "Well that was damn lucky, a few seconds earlier and we would have had some explaining to do!" He huffed, voice low.
"It's fine." Chris reassured Tom, stepping back into his space and lifting the others chin using his finger so he could place a kiss on his lips. "Everyone knows us as close friends anyway, and even if comments were made, they would be jokes, no one would actually seriously think we were anything more than friends."
Tom pressed the side of his face against Chris's very briefly before pulling away. "I hope you are right, for both our sakes." He moved towards the open trailer door. "And now I am going back to the hotel, I can't wait to get in the shower."
"Hmm no messing around while you are in there, you will spoil my plans." Chris mused making Tom glare at him and the first signs of a blush made their way up his cheeks.
"I'll see you later."
As soon as he made it inside his hotel room, he headed straight towards the bathroom, throwing his keys and wallet onto the sofa and pulling his clothes off along the way. He was naked by the time he reached the shower, switching it on and barely waiting for it to heat up before stepping in. He sighed, allowing the water to wash the day from his body.
Since he now knew that Chris was going to be here, he took extra care with washing, slowly soaping his hair thoroughly, working his body wash over every area of skin multiple times. He tilted his head down under the spray of warm water, the black hair slipping over his face and slowly running clear and the soap left each strand. His hands moved down his stomach, leaving trails of suds which were washed away only moments later by the running water.
His hands travelled lower and he gently manipulated his length, feeling himself firming up under his own touch. Almost tempted to keep going, he forced himself to pull his hand away and continue washing as normal. Chris had planned something so it wasn't as though his dick wouldn't be getting attention soon enough anyway. The thought sent a bolt of electricity through his core, what exactly did Chris plan to do once he finished on set?
Mind alive with possible scenarios, some more exiting than others, Tom switched off the water and stepped out of the shower. He quickly dried himself off and wrapped the small towel around his middle. Walking into his hotel bedroom, he propped up a couple of pillows and sat back on the bed, grabbing the script on his bedside drawer and deciding that he would practise his next lines while waiting for his lover.
After knocking on the hotel door twice, Chris gave up and let himself in, making a mental note to scold Tom about not locking it later.
"Hello?" He called lightly, wandering over to the bathroom, just in case Tom was somehow still washing himself. No sign of him, so then he must be in the bedroom. "Sorry, it took a bit longer than expected, there was a thing with the..." Chris trailed off. He stepped quietly up to where a soundly sleeping Tom was laying, mostly naked on the bed with a small heap of paper, a few pages of which had been folded back on themselves and Chris could tell it was their script without needing to look closer.
He moved up and slowly sat on the edge of the bed, about where Tom's thighs were and lifted the script from off his chest. This apparently, was enough to wake the older man, who sat up the moment he realised who it was.
"Oh shit, sorry...I guess I dosed off." He half laughed. "You've already showered?"
"Oh yeah, I used the crappy trailer one. That wig makes my head all sweaty, it's not pleasant, you are lucky you only have to use extensions."
"Extensions that take twice as long to put in than a wig, thank you very much." Tom chided, grabbing his towel to stop it from falling while he moved round Chris to stand up. He made towards his underwear drawer when Chris spoke up.
"I wouldn't bother putting any of those on yet, you will only make them dirty." Chris warned suggestively.
"Oh straight to it then? You don't hang around do you?" Tom grinned, walking slowly over to where Chris was perched on the edge of his bed. The blond instinctively placed his hands of Tom's towel covered hips. "So...uh...What exactly is the number one thing you wanted to add to our -not yet existent- list?"
Chris's eyes lit up. "Oh yes!" He guided Tom closer into his space, still standing and looking down at the younger man. "Well, I've been doing a little bit of research, you know, just some different techniques and stuff and I came across this blog which is all about a masturbation method called 'Edging'. Have you heard of it?"
"I have heard of it but I can't say I know much about it, although I am sure that you will enlighten me?" Tom replied, with an almost accusing tone.
"Well actually." Chris started. "Rather than emtell/em you, I thought I could emshow/em you." And with that, he pulled on Tom's hips, making him stumble forward and clumsily straddle Chris's thighs, his towel being forced wider to accommodate the position and becoming loose around his waist. They kissed sweetly for a while but not long after, Chris ushered Tom off his lap and onto the bed.
Chris, with difficulty, managed to pull his phone out from his pocket.
"Oh." Tom said. "When you said 'show' me, I thought you meant...well...you know." He playfully added a slight huff to his voice, to mock his disappointment.
Chris laughed, eyes still on his phone as he searched around for whatever he was looking for. "Yeah we will get to that." He sent Tom a small side glance before adding "You horny bastard."
Tom started to blush. "That's not what I meant and you know it." He received no reply though, because Chris found what he was looking for.
"Come watch this. I was doing some looking around, you know, for like...to find some different techniques and stuff and I found this." He waited a moment for Tom to get a bit closer before pressing his finger to the screen.
It was a video. In it was a man. He was sitting back on a sofa, fully naked. His cock was hard and straining and although he was barely touching it, he writhed around as though he was experiencing the most intense pleasure of his entire life. He seemed completely entranced by his cock, as though he had discovered the very core of his soul being lay in the centre of it, as though his entire life radiated from it. He laid the slightest touch to his length and then he was arching, humping the air, straining and pulling the strangest faces Tom had ever seen. His breathing was almost animalistic in that it was more like grunting and puffing. He appeared almost to be in pain yet he did not move to try and ease it, but seemed to encourage the sensation. The man turned himself so he was lying down on the sofa, his cock facing the screen and continued his movements for a few seconds before the video cut off.
Tom half hoped the video would come back on so he could see what became of the man after his seizure like state, to see how he came out of a trance like that and to see what kind of orgasm that would lead too. His curiosity battled with his arousal, one continuously overtaking the other until he did not know what to ask first.
"That was edging?" He settled with asking first, his stomach fluttering at the arousing idea of it. His one arm was making a half attempt at keeping his towel at his waist, too distracted to tie it back in place.
"Not exactly." Chris answered. "It's more like the result of edging for a long period of time, where you reach a point and the only thing that matters is your cock, and how your body feels which is why he was making strange noises and pulling those faces, because he was in such a state of extreme arousal that nothing else mattered except his cock and his pleasure. It's called 'Gooning' because of how silly people tend to look and sound but it looks amazing to me although from what I've read, it's not easy to reach that point."
"Wow." Was all Tom could think to say, he had never heard of this.
"I want to do this to you." Chris stated and Tom almost lost his breath. "It's not easy to do and it's even harder to do it to someone else because from what I can tell, it takes one hell of a lot of trust and you have to know your body inside and out to be able to manipulate it like that and so I think it will take a lot of work and might take a long time to be able to do this but...as the first thing on our list, I would like to start trying...if you would like this too?"
"You tell me." Was Tom's reply and he let his towel drop, revealing to Chris just what effect this conversation'd had on him. Chris almost visibly relaxed.
"Good, well, at least you don't think it's weird." He half joked. He quickly grew serious, and pulled his legs up to the bed, moving until he was on his hands and knees and crawled forward, pushing Tom backwards so that he fell back against the pillows he had propped up earlier. Chris climbed over and straddled Tom, kissing him hard. "I don't care how long it takes, or how much we have to keep trying. The idea of you writhing around like that, completely hypnotised by your cock is sexy enough on its own but the idea of you being in that state because of me...because I did that to you, I swear I could come untouched!"
"Okay." Tom breathed. "So what do we have to do?" Chris sat up and started removing his clothing, still straddling the naked man. He had to stand up to remove his jeans but before he threw them off the bed, he reached into another pocket and pulled out a small bottle of what Tom knew was lube.
"Well, I don't think lotion is going to be subsequent in successfully edging you so I got this. Don't worry, I got it online do no one saw me and if it turns out to be good enough, I will get a bigger bottle next time." He didn't climb back onto the bed, instead he walked around to the end and leaned forward to grab Tom's ankles and gently drag him down the bed until he was no longer on the pillows but flat on him back. "That's better, I want to get you nice and relaxed first."
He climbed back up and spent some time stretching Tom's arms and legs out, sometimes mildly kneading some of the muscles until Tom was soft and pliant beneath him. Tom had closed his eyes at some point but they snapped open at the click of the bottle lid.
"Start slow." Chris almost whispered, more to himself than anyone else it seemed. He tipped a good amount of the slick gel into his hand and rubbed it into both palms. "I figured it might be good to warm it a bit first." Then he began gently massaging the liquid all over Tom's cock, making sure to cover it completely. Tom sighed, relieved to finally get some attention to his hard length. "Don't forget your safe words if you need them."
"Ah...you would have to really...fuck up...ah...for this to be anything but green right now...fuck!"
Chris played with different hand techniques. He used his thumb and finger to run firmly along the ridge of Tom's length or gripping the bottom and only jacking the base of his cock, then moving his hands up to play only at the head. He did all of this slowly and it took quite some time before Tom was anywhere near close to finishing but Chris was in no rush to get there. He started to notice the increased twitching that Tom couldn't control as his body fought to reach its release
"So...to explain how edging works...As the guy -in this case you- is about to ejaculate, and I say ejaculate because orgasm and ejaculation are two separate things, how cool is that?" Chris knew that Tom probably wasn't paying that much attention, being so close to finding his release. He picked up his pace on Tom's cock a little as he spoke. "The two fluids which our bodies make are released, I forget what they are called now, but they mix to make sperm." Tom was moaning and jerking and Chris smiled to himself, knowing how this would end. "At this point his cock will start pulsing ready to push the fluids out." Chris watched closely and waited until he thought Tom was close enough before quickly releasing his cock all together and thoroughly enjoying the sight that his actions had created. Tom, through nothing more than pure instinct, whined in confusion at the sudden loss of friction and canted his hips, his cock taking over his mind, his body's only intent...to find release.
Chris knew that he had probably stopped a bit sooner than he had needed too but he did not want to risk taking Tom too far and leading him to a ruined orgasm. But he knew he would learn to understand every twitch of Tom's body as a telltale sign of when he would be close to his orgasm and then he really would be able to drive him mad with need.
"At this point." Chris continued, after giving Tom a chance to settle enough that he knew he would be listening. "Your body now needs to cum, as is the purpose of the working male genitalia. And now that you have calmed a little, I can continue." And the blond grabbed a little more of the lube, squeezing some into his hand and placed his hand back around the older man's cock. He started gently, knowing that Tom would get more sensitive as they did this. Tom, for his part, was moaning lightly, his hips making small thrusting movements of their own, as though he would actually have some control over this.
Chris repeated this a few times, working Tom up to the point of orgasm, only to let go at the last moment. He managed to inch his way closer to the brink each time, learning more in Tom's movements so as not to accidentally push him into release. Tom was thrusting much harder now, his hands gripping at the bed sheets and his body jerking with his effort to reach his orgasm.
Again and again, Chris continued this, the distance between him restarting the stroking and having to quickly pull away from Tom's cock growing less and less each time he did it. "And if I keep doing this long enough..." Chris started but did not continue, he knew that Tom would barely hear him anyway.
Eventually when he next pulled his hand off, Chris almost thought he had left it too late and pushed Tom into his orgasm but upon a closer look at the older mans reaction, he realised that the moans and pants were a mixture of frustration and confusion as his cock weakly pulsed and all but drooled out the unmistakable white fluid.
"What the fuck?" Tom breathed, finally opening his eyes and frowning up at Chris.
"I'll explain after, lie back." The abrupt authority in Chris's voice, made Tom do as he said, a small thrill running through his body.
Chris returned to stroking Tom's cock, stroking gently at first in case he was a little sensitive but when he didn't show any signs of discomfort, he picked up his pace. It took a little longer this time, but once Tom was, again, on the edge of his orgasm, Chris teasingly pulled his hand away, letting Tom think he was going to stop again, but then almost immediately resuming his quick stroking and sending Tom in his much wanted release. This time however, Tom's cock pulsed and twitched, but there were no fluids left to expel.
Black hair, a mess, Tom slowly relaxed against the bed, looking completely sated and exhausted. Chris stroked soothingly down Tom's arms and chest before picking up the always prepared towel from the bedside table, and wiping up the pooled fluid from just under the older man's navel.
A few minutes later, Chris helped Tom to ease up into a sitting position. His muscled were shaking lightly from having tensed them so much before. Tom was watching Chris, his eyelids almost half closed, he looked relaxed.
"Okay." Chris started. "So I wasn't expecting to actually be able to do it on the first try but I believe the first part of that was called a ruined orgasm." Chris tried to keep the pride of his achievement out of his voice.
"How is that even possible? And how do you know this stuff?" Tom made a face.
"There is this magical thing called the Internet, I'll have to show it to you some time." Chris snarked. "The ejaculation and the orgasm are two separate things. I made you ejaculate first, without letting you reach orgasm..."
"Yeah, not my favourite part." Tom interjected coldly, but Chris could tell he didn't mean it.
"But then you could still orgasm because you hadn't already. So technically men can have multiple orgasms, but not really multiple ejaculations, at least not without a few minutes rest. Plus, it's always better to let the erection go away before restarting." He chuckled at Tom's expression. "Hey look, I can't research one side of this and not make sure I know how to do it safely. You know, men aren't supposed to have an erection for more than like, three hours at a time? It's bad for blood circulation and stuff."
"Who on earth would want an erection for three hours anyway?" Tom asked incredulously. Chris just pulled a face in reply. "So, does that mean it's my turn to do this to you now then?"
"Ah but I'll know what's coming."
"I know what won't be" Tom waited for a beat, pushing Chris down onto the bed and climbing on top of him, before following with "emYou!/em" And then proceeding to laugh at himself while Chris just looked at him, eyebrows raised with a bemused smirk on his face.
