A Chance Encounter (Chris Hemsworth X OMC)

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Wyatt was wrapping the towel around his waist and walking out of the bathroom when his phone began to ring on the bathroom counter. He turned around and picked it up to find that Chris was FaceTiming him. He smiled and felt excitement churn within him, warring with his fatigue.

"Hey," Wyatt answered as he attempted to suppress just how giddy he felt. He didn't want to seem so eager or, heaven forbid, needy. To be truthful, the positive vibes he'd cultivated had begun to wane by the time he'd arrived home and he'd begun to think that maybe it was about to fall apart. Even with the evidence that said otherwise staring him right in the face, he couldn't completely silence that voice of doubt.

"Interrupting something, am I?" Chris asked with a cheeky grin and he stared at Wyatt's damp, bare chest.

"Just got out of the shower."

"Shame I couldn't be there to join you. How was the flight?"

"It was good. I finished my book."

"I take it they caught the serial killer?"

"In an epic showdown."

"Of course," Chris said, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth that sank into Wyatt's bones and warmed him. "I miss you."

"I miss you too," Wyatt confessed.

Chris took in Wyatt's bashful grin and felt an immediate sense of relief. He'd been worrying himself that Wyatt could start to have second thoughts about being involved with him. "So what are your plans today?"

"Well," Wyatt said as he started walking out of the bathroom. "I'm going to take a nap because I'm exhausted. I have an audition tomorrow."

Chris brightened more. "Oh yeah? Tell me about it."

"Well, it's actually for a horror movie. That's all I really know about it. It's probably a B movie..."

"Hey, don't diminish it. It's a role. Plenty of actors got their start in that kind of stuff."

Wyatt shrugged his shoulders. "I guess so."

"Kevin Bacon. Johnny Depp. Jamie Lee Curtis," Chris listed. He stopped and flashed a huge smile. "Stay positive, babe. I happen to have seen you act- which was fantastic, by the way. Also saw some of your other talents."

Wyatt raised an eyebrow.

"I was talking about your dancing and singing, you little pervert."

Wyatt laid across his bed. "Well, you left that so open-ended."

"And your dirty little mind couldn't help itself."

Wyatt sat up and scowled. "That's not true at all."

Chris gave him a skeptical look. "Show me your apartment," he said.

Wyatt felt a sudden pang of anxiety. This was Chris Hemsworth- a man who was accustomed to the finer things in life. Wyatt swallowed the lump in his throat as he contemplated how Chris's home could probably fit dozens of Wyatt's apartment inside of it. Though he prided himself on keeping a clean and organized apartment, and he was well-aware that it was styled and furnished nicely, he could just imagine how tiny and unimpressive it must be for someone like Chris.

"Well..." Wyatt said as he stood up and fought back his nerves. He walked out of the bedroom, down the hall, and toward the entrance. Then he flipped the camera and felt some relief that his face wasn't visible. He gave Chris a view of the entry hall before taking him into the adjoining den, then the kitchen, spare bedroom, the bathroom, and finally back to his bedroom.

"I like it," Chris said in an impressed voice that wasn't forced.

"Really?" Wyatt asked with a doubtful tone.

Chris started to laugh, sending clouds of warmth throughout Wyatt's core. "I know I'm just a Hollywood star but I'm not that out of touch with reality, Wyatt. You have a nice apartment. Honestly."

Wyatt thanked him and decided that he should trust Chris's word rather than feed into his doubts.

"I can't wait to see it soon," Chris went on.

Opal jumped onto the bed and crawled onto Wyatt's chest where she promptly curled into a ball.

"And who is this?"

"This is Opal," Wyatt explained. "She came with the apartment."

Chris raised a brow. "She came with the apartment?"

"She was a stray. When I first moved in she came up to me and jumped on top of one of the boxes and just looked at me. And I knew she was coming home with me."

"Well, I look forward to meeting her in person too. And I'm jealous she gets to take a nap with you right now."

They ended the call and Wyatt hugged opal against his chest and sighed. "Well, Opal, that was Chris Hemsworth. And he's my boyfriend."

Sleep came to Wyatt swiftly despite the adrenaline rush of seeing and talking to Chris again. As he rested, a figure very slowly and stealthily began to slide out from under his bed. With a practiced movement, he stood up and stared down into Wyatt's sleeping face. He'd not bothered to get dressed, leaving his smooth skin completely bare. The watcher licked his lips as he studied Wyatt's body. He was beautiful. All of the men he'd killed were. But Wyatt was different.

Reaching out, he touched Wyatt's hair gently enough that it wouldn't be noticed. He knew Wyatt was a light sleeper. When he drew his hand back, he found it difficult to resist actually touching him. Confusion struck him. He'd never felt this way about a victim before. With Wyatt there was something special. There had always been the temptation to fuck his victims, but until Wyatt Hudson came along, he had always felt he could refrain. The shift in his feelings was simultaneously upsetting and exciting. He was growing. He was Becoming. The evolution in how he claimed his victims was going to begin with Wyatt.

But there was one more detail that had appeared. Wyatt Hudson was in a new relationship. With Chris Hemsworth. The thought infuriated him. He'd laid silent under the bed, listening as the two of them babbled like fools. And he knew, without even seeing his face on Wyatt's phone, that it was Chris Hemsworth. That deep, resonant tone was unmistakable considering he'd once patterned his speech after the actor as part of one of his more recent disguises. He'd been Roger then. And his victim had been Ryan.

He chewed his lip until blood began to fill his mouth. He wanted to fuck Wyatt and then kill him, knowing that he would have the honor not only of ending his life, but also being the last person to enjoy his body.

Wyatt would belong to him in a way none of the others had. And he would belong to him forever. But, for now, he wanted to continue to savor these burgeoning feelings. And like picking fruit from the vine, he wanted Wyatt when he was at his ripest. After he had begun to know true bliss and happiness. That was the best- seeing the light in a person's eyes die as they realized all they were leaving behind.

Pulling away, the watcher backed slowly out of the room, his feet very much aware of all the places in the floor that would creek beneath his weight. He moved silently out of the bedroom and down the hall. When he finally reached the door, he turned around and quietly slipped out.

This was going to be interesting.