A Very Gay Highschool Story

Definitely Not a Tutoring Session

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Bruce

Friday, I return to his house. He told me he didn't need tutoring, but he wanted to see me, which made me feel special. When I got there, there was only one car other than my own. I walked up to his door and knocked, waiting. I hear footsteps, Thor's footsteps, on the other side of the door. The stop and the door unlocks, then opens to reveal a shirtless Thor in sweatpants.

"It's Friday, isn't it." He said, looking at me.

I nodded since I was rendered speechless. Thor was hot so you can't blame me for that. He stepped out of the way and I shuffled inside, looking down, making an attempt to not look at Thor. I was blushing and it was obvious that I was, so I was hiding that from him without calling attention to that I was hiding something.

"Bruce.." Thor says, and I face the top of my head in his general direction. "You know I am nervous too. I think you are adorable, especially when you blush. I want to hold you whenever I see you, here or at school. When you are tutoring me, I want you to sit on my lap, even though I know that it would distract me from what you are helping me with."

I looked up at him and stared into his eyes. I could tell he was being honest, my cheeks burning red. He walks closer to me, so close that we were pressed against each other. I looked up at him, and he looked back down at me. He leaned down and kissed me. I immediately kiss back, my hand placing itself on his still bare chest. 

As the kiss became longer and more heated, he reached down and picked me up, causing me to squeak. He stopped kissing me and took us to his room, me still in his arms. I thought the last time I would get picked up was years ago. He gently placed me on his bed, then hovered over me. 

"Can I take this off?" He asked, tugging on my shirt. I covered my stomach, self conscious now. "You don't have to, just know that you don't have to feel self conscious around me. I don't care that your body looks like mine, you're beautiful."

"What if your family sees?" I ask.

"Loki went on a camping trip, one that you probably know about already," He explained. I did know about the camping trip, but I didn't want to go because I wanted to see Thor. "Hela and my parents are helping Mobius' mother separate from his dad so that when Mobius gets out of the hospital, he is in a safe environment. To say the least, no sign from my family until around nine."

It was five-thirty now, so I nodded. 

Thor

I slowly took off his shirt so that he could stop me if he wanted to, savoring it. Once it was off, I started to kiss and suck his chest, drawing small squeaks and quiet moans from him. His legs were over my shoulder, and I looked up at him as I kissed and sucked his stomach. He looked so vulnerable. I was only going to go as far as he was comfortable, I wasn't planning on forcing him to do anything he didn't want to do. I then hook my fingers in the loops of his pants.

"Are you comfortable with me taking these off?" I asked and he nodded. "Are you sure? I want to know if this is what you really want. I don't want you to feel like I am forcing you to do anything. You can tell me no, and we will stop."

"Can we stop?" He asked. "It's just..."

"You don't have to explain yourself to me." I assure him, then hand him his shirt. "You can put that back on if you want to. If it's alright with you, I will leave mine off."

He nods, then sits up to put his shirt back on. I move out from between his legs, then move to lay next to him. He laid next to me, pressing his back against my chest, closing his eyes. I wrap an arm around him, pulling him into myself. He fell asleep fast. I gently slipped off his glasses, setting them on my bedside table, then closing my eyes as well, falling asleep. I woke up to Bruce half laying on my chest, as well as cooing from my mother and sister. I open my eyes and see that they were taking pictures, and I glare at them.

"Don't wake him up." I whisper as he stirs. 

They nod, taking one more picture each, then left the room. I look down at him, trying to memorize every detail. I am aware of my himbo status through Hela, but I am aware that most high school relationships don't last forever. They end up in breakups or later on in divorce. I am aware that either could happen to us, so taking in every detail in every moment we had together was important. I wasn't even sure if we were dating. 

I look at the time, it was nine-ten. I should probably wake him up. I gently shake him until he wakes up, a little confused and disoriented at first.

"It's past nine, Bruce." I tell him. "I think you need to go home."

"Can I stay the night?" He asked. "I don't really want to drive out so late."

"I'm sure you can, as long as we don't share the bed."

Can y'all remind me what background for Bruce I had, if I had any? You guys are a little more fresh on the story than I am.