Anonymous Email - Hiddleston/Hemsworth
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Jun. 7th, 2012 | 03:19 pm
music: Thor Soundtrack
Title: Anonymous Email
Warnings: SEXUAL CONTENT.
Word Count: 2,017 (and counting)
Summary: Late one night Tom receives an anonymous email with a link to a Thunderfrost fanfiction. The dirty content surprises him, but also pleases him… Maybe it’s because he’s drunk. When all is said and done, he plans to delete the email and forget it ever happened, until he realizes the email was also sent to Chris. How will Chris have reacted to it? How will Tom face him after this?
Disclaimer/Author's note: Feedback appreciated as I did not have anyone to proof read this!
Looking back on the events of one particular drunken night that ultimately induced some new and wonderful things in his life, Tom was pretty sure it all began with a practical joke.
It was very late, the neon numbers on the bedside table shining 2:14am. Tom was drunk, having been sipping dark red wine, it's full flavor still lingering on his tongue. It had started with him sampling the peculiar little bottles of liquor provided in his hotel room, but finding those not to his taste had quickly rung the concierge to deliver a bottle of wine to his room. He wasn't usually one to bother hotel workers for such frivolous requests, but even by that point his head was beginning to buzz so he couldn't be bothered to go on a search himself.
Tom sat in front of his laptop hours later with the empty bottle reflecting the light and movement off the muted TV behind him. He had received an email from an address he was not familiar with that had no subject line and a message that only went so far as to provide a link. In his drunken stupor he had paused with the mouse hovering over the link, and was staring blankly at the screen now trying to guess the owner of the address itself. Giving up, he let out a little burp quickly followed by a sharp hiccup, and clicked the link.
Even drunk Tom was quickly able to determine he had been directed to some sort of a fan site; certainly something he was familiar with, although this one did not greet him with pictures of his own smiling face.... only text. Swallowing slowly, he squeezed his eyes shut and pushed himself away from the desk. Padding across the room in slippered feet, the thin man stopped before the window looking down on the empty street and pushed it open. The cool air that drifted through brought goose bumps to his skin and brushed his medium length curls off his forehead. He sighed as he leaned in to the welcoming breeze, even lifting his shirt up a bit so to feel it against his flat stomach. Finally turning away, Tom treaded over to the mini bar beside his king size bed and plucked a bottle of water from the top shelf. He was part way back to the computer desk when he abruptly stopped, swung back around, and grabbed a few of the miniature bottles of alcohol, before continuing his path.
Falling heavily in to the chair, curling up with his knees under his chin, Tom tore open the water and chugged half of it back. He knew the trick to avoiding a hangover was to drink lots of water! And as drunk as he already was, he still knew to follow by that rule. Slowly sipping the remainder of the bottle, he focused on the glowing screen before him and spoke aloud 'Avengers fanfiction'. This was something new!
Something interesting, really; Tom was quickly enveloped in the story that began with a young Thor and Loki, angering Odin with their antics around Asgard. The author of the story had clearly done some research in to the nature of their childhood, and seemed to expertly write their personalities. Fifteen minutes in suddenly Tom hit a paragraph that caused a lump to form in his throat... he held the water bottle to his lips and tilted his head back, but was barely able to shake a droplet on to his tongue. Peering over his shoulder, the mini bar with fresh, full bottles of water suddenly seemed so far away... on the other hand, within reach was a lovely bundle of liquor bottles... More alcohol suddenly seemed like a good idea.
He choked back a bottle of bitter tasting vodka and carefully placed the empty bottle on the desk surface beside his laptop, eyes purposely avoiding the story he had been reading. Then he decided a second bottle was in order.
Focusing back on his screen, the brothers were right where he left them... with Thor aggressively undressing Loki. The author dutifully detailed every dirty little action as Thor worked his way up and down Loki's body, taking full advantage of his strength over the smaller boy. Tom paused, feeling flustered by the content. What was he reading other than literary porn? Was this a common thing?
Tom's confusion did not deter him from continuing to read... Thor was finally tearing off his own clothes while Loki trembled beneath him, both panting with lust and desperation. Tom didn't notice as his own breathing seemed to become labored, although he was fully aware of the growing tightness in his pants. Stretching his legs out under the desk, he shifted uncomfortable and took a deep breath before continuing. He wouldn't admit it to himself, but he was enjoying what he read, maybe a little too much.
Unable to tear his eyes from the screen, he fumbled aimlessly for another of the bottles and quickly swallowed it back.
When Thor got to the point of inserting a finger in to Loki’s tight hole with the purpose of preparing him, Tom spun his chair around. It suddenly seemed very hot in the room; the breeze coming through the window seemed to have ceased providing comfort so he stripped his shirt off and tossed it aside before returning to the screen where Thor and Loki carried on before his very eyes.
Thor was gently now running his fingertips down the insides of Loki's thighs, causing his small body to twitch, his cock leaking with anticipation.
Tom licked his lips, without thought reaching down and cupping himself through the fabric of his pants. He only made it so far as Thor pushing himself into Loki's hole, squeezing his hips bruisingly hard and holding him down, before Tom abruptly pushed himself away from the desk and forced his eyes to the floor.
Rising with a slight swagger, Tom ran a hand back through his hair, mind racing, body aching. He sat on the foot of his bed and flopped back on to the fluffy hotel duvet.
What started as a simple story about brothers had very suddenly turned twisted... and there was no denying how it had made him feel. Reaching down and slipping a hand in to the front of his pants, Tom squeezed himself, sighing at the relief of contact with his erection. He couldn't be sure what had provoked this reaction from him... Was it plain and simple just a matter of that he had not had a good fuck in a while, and the porn he was reading was enough to get him going? Or was it... the thought of Thor and Loki... of himself and Chris...
A small moan escaped his parted lips then, and he feverishly wiggled out of his pants, pushing them down as far as his knees. His skin only seemed to burn hotter in the cool air as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. He began slowly, running his palm up the length before passing the pad of his thumb over the leaking tip. Using his own precum to smoothen his quickening movements, his mind suddenly racing with thoughts of Chris... of times they'd been together, whispering secrets... of times Chris had touched his arm or pressed a hand to the small of his back, always producing an electric sensation through Tom's skin.
Running his free hand up his own flat stomach and chest, his other hand worked with a purpose as his mind wandered to thoughts of the days spent filming the final fight scene in Thor between the brothers. Tom never ceased to enjoy the feeling of Chris roughing him up, even if it were just for the sake of acting. The feeling of Chris' hard body against his own, his strong arms around him...
His legs began to tremble then, a similar reaction to that of Loki. He knew the familiar tightening in his loins; generally when horny and alone Tom liked to drag out the process of getting himself off, but tonight everything was hot and fast. His movements became jerky and tight as his back arched off the bed, his entire body shuddering as he came with Thor on his lips, spurting strings of sticky white across his own stomach and chest. But was it really Thor he was thinking about or was it his dear friend Chris?
Blushing a little, Tom kicked off his pants completely and rose, staggering towards the bathroom. With nary a thought on his mind but Thor and Loki, he absently ran a cool shower for himself. Standing under the beating water, he slowly rubbed the fair smelling hotel soap against his front, effectively cleaning up any evidence of the act he had just committed. Although physically clean, his mind wandered to dirtier thoughts as he finished the story to his own liking from the point he had walked away from his laptop. While in his mind Thor took full advantage of his brother, Tom washed his hair and for a long while after stood still under the water, a slight grin playing across his lips.
Finally deeming himself clean and satisfied, Tom stepped carefully out of the shower. His footing was still unsteady and he held on to the wall for balance as he reached for a towel, using it to rub the moisture out of his hair but allowing the beads of water to continue dripping down his pale body as he walked back in to the bedroom.
As he approached the computer desk and his gleaming laptop, Tom almost had to chuckle at how easily an anonymous email turned into an unexpected adventure... How easily a story made him hot... For Chris, no less. With his mind beginning to sober, he blamed the intensity of the situation on the liquor running through his veins. Sitting down naked in the chair, crossing one leg over the other, he paused in thought of the situation. It's hard to say that if he had been sober he would have quit the story once it turned inappropriate... Maybe he would have continued. Sure, there was no denying he was attracted to his coworker, his friend... but never had his mind strayed any further than simple admiration. Either way, he would simply delete the email and by morning once the liquor was free from his system it would be easy enough to deny the situation had ever occurred, and things could continue as normal.
Blinking sleepily, Tom backed out of the story to the original email, barely catching himself from hitting delete when something else caught his eye... Suddenly a lump formed in his throat as he read over and over again the second address the email in question had been sent to. It had been sent to Chris... Panicking, Tom quickly deleted the email and slammed his laptop closed, swiveling his chair around but not getting up. He sat up straight with his hands on his knees, breathing shallowly... He wasn't sure why he felt so embarrassed, it wasn't as though he had written the story himself... Maybe Chris wouldn't even bother to open the link; maybe he would delete it when he didn't recognize the sender...
The sound of his cell phone buzzing from across the room was enough to startle Tom back to reality. Frantically grabbing a clean pair of boxers from his suitcase and hopping in to them as he crossed to the bedside table, with a shaking hand he picked up his phone and squinted to read the screen. Somehow, he didn't feel surprised with the timing when he saw there was an unread message from Chris, yet he did feel apprehension at the thought of reading it... Holding his breath, Tom opened the message and blinked a couple of times to focus on the screen. He read only four words, 'we need to talk', before he tossed the phone aside and collapsed on the bed, burying himself beneath the covers in shame.
TO BE CONTINUED... (I'm ALWAYS open to suggestions so if there's anything you'd like to see happen in the next chapter, please let me know!!)