A Chance Encounter (Chris Hemsworth X OMC)

An Unlikely Spy

"Are you sure you're alright, man? Chris Evans asked as he walked through the large den and found Chris Hemsworth sitting on one of the big sofas, his gaze fixed on the massive flat screen mounted on the wall across from him. When he didn't answer right away, Evans walked up and snapped his fingers. "Earth to Hemsy?"

Chris shook his head as if shaking off a dream and flashed a smile. "I'm good. Just tired from the flight is all."

Evans raised an eyebrow. "Whatever you say, man. Maybe sleep it off? We're going to need all the energy we can get for tomorrow."

Chris nodded. Comic-Con was upon them. This meant an endless stream of fans, autographs, pictures, and questions. Not that he didn't enjoy it; it was what he did. Since he could remember he'd always been comfortable at the center of things. The limelight wasn't a burden for him and he truly enjoyed his work. After years of trying to finally make it in the film industry he'd been given the role of a lifetime when he'd been cast as Thor in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Prior to landing that role, he'd promised his family that he'd come home to Australia and pursue something else if he heard no again. From that moment on, things had really taken off for him. He was grateful, eternally grateful. And he truly loved the fans and the entire experience, flashbulbs and all.

But there was a dark edge to all of this fame and fortune, something he never spoke of but thought about daily: the fact that he was a homosexual. He often thought of how funny it was that he should be so secretive about this aspect of his life. He was raised in a progressive-minded family, had plenty of laid back friends. Hell, the industry was full of people of varying sexual orientations. And things were getting much better socially, with acceptance being seen more and more in most parts of the world. Australia in particular was frequently seen as one of the best places to live for the LGBT community.

Still, there was something that always held him back. Being seen as the consummate leading man, Chris had been proclaimed a symbol of the ideal masculine alpha male. His athleticism, ruggedness, and socially masculine nature created this conflict inside of him. Though he k we on a rational lev that this way of thinking was wrong, for whatever reason he felt he couldn't be gay and be those things too. Not based on the way society seemed to see things; not with his public image. With the trajectory his career had taken, it was a runaway train at this point. In his mind, coming out would only shatter all of the things that people seemed to love about him. It would contradict the type of man he was supposed to be. It could jeopardize everything he'd worked so hard to obtain.

He hated these thoughts. He hated the shackles that had been placed on his spirit and thought every day about breaking free and announcing his secret to the world. Wouldn't life be easier if he didn't have to hide? Wouldn't he be happier if he just embraced it rather than hid from it?

"The others should be getting here soon," Evans said, breaking the trance once again.

The others being Robert, Mark, and Jeremy. When Comic-Con had been discussed and plans were being made, Robert had suggested they all rent a big beach house rather than the usual hotel. As it happened, they all had a pretty clear schedule for the week, a rarity in their business and even rarer that all of them should be free simultaneously. Deciding to take advantage of it and enjoy some R and R, the five of them had been immediately excited. It would be fun, Chris decided, to simply hang out with the other guys.

"Cool," Chris said as he stood up and walked through the den and into the nearby kitchen where he pulled a water bottle from the fridge before walking over to the sliding door leading to the massive deck. He stepped out and smiled as the private beach hit his senses. Being an avid surfer and lover of the ocean, he felt immediately at ease now. He looked out into the horizon, taking in the sight of sky and sea colliding. As he panned, absorbing the sight of the beach, his eyes caught sight of some distant figures.

Robert had explained that the house they were renting for the week was one of four in the area. The other three were privately owned but rarely used, so he hadn't expected to see anyone else. From his place on the balcony, he spied four figures- two women and two men. He was about to turn around and amble back into the house when his eyes locked onto one of the men and he found himself rooted to the spot.

Chris felt a spike of adrenaline as he stared at him. He was athletically built, though his frame was slim and toned rather than bulky. His skin was tan, marking him as someone who enjoyed the outdoors frequently. His body was clad in neon blue trunks that made his tan pop even more, and the length and fit was short and tight, revealing his obvious affinity for leg day as it hugged his body closely. As he walked further to the beach and came into closer view, Chris was able to glance at his profile.

He was gorgeous. Gorgeous and instantly recognizable.

From his vantage point, he spied a strong, defined jawline, high cheekbones, boyishly handsome looks, and an incredible body. These features were further enhanced by the way he carried himself. He walked with confidence, his posture flawless and his head held high. Though he had great looks, it was this confidence that hit Chris. He always found other men attractive when they carried themselves in this way.

He smiled at the realization of who his distant neighbor for the week would be. It was Wyatt Hudson, the actor who played Apollo on The Olympians. The soap opera about the Greek gods was a bit of a secret guilty pleasure of his, thanks mostly to Wyatt Hudson always being in his underwear on the show.

He watched as Wyatt and the other man took off running toward the crashing waves, clearly in a race. The object of Chris's attraction hit the water first and dove in. He was just wondering if he was watching Wyatt with his boyfriend when Evans walked out onto the deck.

"The others are here. They all just pulled in," Evans said, startling him. When he noticed Chris's reaction he chuckled softly. "Are you sure you're okay, man? I'm starting to worry about you."

It was at that moment when Wyatt rose up out of the water. Chris observed as sunlight made his wet body glisten. If you came out you could meet a guy like that easily, he thought to himself. "I'm good. Let's go."

As they walked back into the house to meet the others, Chris fell into his usual social self, easily dispelling Evans' concerns. Conversation consisted of the banter that had helped solidify their chemistry on and off screen, and Chris felt himself relaxing. It felt good to just kick back and enjoy the company of friends. Though he was enjoying the time with the others, the major contributing factor to his good mood was the promise of seeing more of the Wyatt Hudson.

Later, as the guys settled down, Evans approached Robert and took him aside.

"What's up?" Robert asked when he noticed the serious look on Evans' face. "Something wrong?"

Evans shrugged and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I'm not sure," he spoke quietly. "I think something's up with Hemsy. He's been acting distant."

"Yeah, I kind of caught that. Not his usual self. Did you ask him?"

"He says everything is fine, that it was just the flight in. Which could be the case. I'm just...I don't know. Something's off."

Robert nodded. "I'll keep an eye out," he promised.