A Chance Encounter (Chris Hemsworth X OMC)

Morning (NSFW)

When Wyatt's eyes slowly opened the room was dim as the early morning light slowly began to filter in through the curtains. His initial thought, in his sleep-addled brain, was that the previous night had been some kind of fever dream. Then he heard the sound of deep, sleepy breathing nearby. The bed was also slightly warmer than previous nights. He shifted his position and suddenly found himself pressed against a warm, firm body.

Chris was lying on his back beside him. Wyatt's pulse jumped as he transitioned from barely awake to fully conscious.

Chris Hemsworth is in my bed. With me.

He looked at the man's chest, watching as it rose and fell with every breath. His eyes scanned down to his waist where the top of the sheet was just covering below his hips. He could see the top of his cock poking out from the sheet.

And he's naked.

And he's my boyfriend.

Before Wyatt could form another thought, Chris sleepily rolled over to his side and wrapped an arm around Wyatt, pulling him up against his body before settling back into stillness again. Wyatt was face-to-face with his chest, skin against skin. He looked up at Chris's face. Illuminated by the soft predawn glow, he appeared peaceful and content. Wyatt looked at his eyelashes as they fluttered ever so slightly. He wanted to reach out and touch him but felt the paralysis of fear. What if Chris woke up and felt he'd made a mistake? What if he immediately regretted what he'd done? Things tended to look different in the morning light.

Fear of rejection tore any chance of falling asleep away from Wyatt and he began to worry himself. He lay there for a while, contemplating his next move. He wanted to leave the room before Chris woke up and the second thoughts played out. He wanted to carry only the sweetness of the memory with him.

Wyatt slowly moved his body in a gentle attempt to get out from under Chris's big arm. He threw a glance at the nearby chair and spotted his clothes from last night. He'd detach himself from Chris, get dressed, and be out of the room before he'd woken up. He'd find something to keep him busy and distant, decreasing the likelihood of an uncomfortable conversation.

"Where are you going?" Chris asked. His voice was thick with sleep and it startled Wyatt, making him flinch. Before he could respond, Chris put his arm back around him and pulled him closer to his body. His arm was now wrapped tight around Wyatt's waist. He moved his other arm and encircled him. Wyatt took in a deep breath as his cheek pressed against Chris's pecs. He could hear the man's steady heartbeat and knew that his own heartbeat was hardly so calm.

"Don't go," Chris murmured. He rubbed his hands up and down Wyatt's back.

This is really happening.

"Not yet," Chris continued.

"This is really happening," Wyatt whispered against Chris's chest. He immediately hated the drama in his voice.

"It is," Chris agreed. He looked down at Wyatt and smiled sleepily. "You're not having any regrets, are you?"

"No," Wyatt quickly spoke. "Are...are you?"

"None. Last night was...incredible. And today is going to be incredible. But why were you trying to sneak off? You don't strike me as the love-them-and-leave-them type."

"I was nervous," Wyatt confessed, deciding that honesty was best. "I was nervous that maybe you were going to wake up and realize you made a mistake."

"Last night wasn't a mistake. The mistake was not making a move sooner."

Wyatt considered Chris's words and felt a sort of calm fall over him. "Does that mean you'd want to do that again?"

Chris chuckled and squeezed Wyatt. "Yes, Guppy. It means I want to do it again." He moved a hand toward Wyatt's and slowly pulled it down below the sheets. "And so does this," he whispered when he put Wyatt's hand on him.