Asgardian Twilight

A Stolen Moment (NSFW)

Dean alighted inside the commodore and the ramp closed behind him. He'd barely set foot inside the craft when Thor was upon him. He swept Dean up in his arms, spinning around and kissing him immediately before leaning back to look at him. Dean gently touched Thor's face, his eyes welling with tears.

Finally. At last, he thought. "Thor," he whispered in an emotional voice. "It's really you," he spoke in disbelief.

"The same scoundrel you know and love," Thor said as he gently touched the tears on Dean's cheeks before kissing him deeply.

Suddenly the entire craft began to tremble and Thor knew they were upon the wormhole. He clutched Dean against him and braced himself as the ship was suddenly swallowed up in the nightmarish wormhole. All around them, the lights flickered. The hull creaked ominously around them. Dean clung to Thor and buried his face in his chest. As all hell seemed to break loose around them, he consoled himself with thinking that if things should end here and now, at least he was back in Thor's arms.

After what felt like an eternity of enduring the onslaught, the ship suddenly became more peaceful. Dean looked up into Thor's eyes. "Are we safe?"

The look in Dean's violet-blue eyes pierced Thor's heart. "Yes," he spoke gently but firmly. "The ship has held up like we hoped it would."

Dean let out a great sigh of relief and sank into Thor's warm embrace.

"You had me worried, Sparkle Boy," Thor said as he admired Dean's face.

"I had to find you," Dean explained. "There's so much I have to tell you."

"All in good time," Thor said gently before he resumed kissing him. The kiss was hungry with need; both men had missed each other desperately. Dean lifted his hands and ran them through Thor's short hair and smiled into the kiss.

"What is it?" Thor asked as he leaned back and assessed his lover's expression.

"You cut your hair."

"Well, it wasn't by choice," Thor explained. "You see, there was this man who-"

"I like it," Dean said, cutting him off as he stroked Thor's scalp, lightly scratching it the way he liked. "A lot."

Thor's face broke into a sexy grin. "Do you?"

"I think it's kind of hot, actually," Dean assured him. "You missed my beard."

"Did I?"

Dean nodded. "I grew this great beard but Feragon had it shaved off."

Thor smirked as he reached for Dean's smooth cheek and gently rubbed it. "Did you?"

"I had to," Dean explained. "I've been on the run. I had to disguise myself."

"So I've heard," Thor said as he kept his eyes on Dean's.

"That's what I need to tell you about."

"Of course. But, for now, Thor rumbled as he slowly rubbed his big, warm hands along Dean's exposed arms. "I've been dreaming of fucking you properly since I left Midgard."

"Have you?"

"It's one of the things that's gotten me through all of this."

"I've had a few things on my mind too," Dean whispered.

"Tell me, and don't leave any details out," Thor playfully commanded.

Dean leaned into him and whispered into his ear as he clung to his strong arms. Hot whispers promising erotic dreams come true greeted Thor and lips curled into a smile. When Dean finished, he took Thor's earlobe in his mouth, eliciting a chill from the thunder god.