A Chance Encounter (Chris Hemsworth X OMC)

Plans

"You're going to Australia?" Ramona Hudson asked when Wyatt called to tell her the news of his newest project.

"Yeah, for a few months," Wyatt explained.

"But your birthday is coming up! Don't tell me you're spending it overseas and away from family!" Ramona lamented.

"Honey, that's the life of an actor," Calvin said.

"Do you have anyone to check on Opal for you?" Ramona asked.

Before Wyatt could say anything, he heard his dad start to laugh in the background. "Ramona, he's a big time movie star now. I'm sure he has people for that."

"You hush," Ramona sighed. "I'm still not used to all of this. You know all the staff at the hospital are constantly asking me about you."

"Please don't tell me you've been telling them any embarrassing stories about me," Wyatt laughed.

"I'm so proud of you son," Ramona said in an emotional voice. "You set your goals and you didn't stop until you reached them."

"Well, I learned that from you and dad."

"Speaking of the devil, he wants to talk to you. I love you, son! Have fun in Australia!"

Calvin walked up and took the phone. "You know, it seems like only yesterday you were practically naked on that soap opera and now look at you- fighting off Michael Myers with Jamie Lee Curtis."

"How many times have you seen that movie?" Wyatt asked.

"Oh, about a dozen. But don't think it's all because of you. Jamie Lee Curtis is my woman." Ramona gave him a reproachful look and and he cleared his throat. "Well...my other woman. You've seen True Lies right?"

"Yes dad. But her striptease dance scene was lost on me."

"I know, I know. You were more interested in Arnold. And speaking of celebrity crushes- if you're going off to Australia you might run into Chris Hemsworth again."

Wyatt bit his tongue. He wanted so badly to talk to his parents about what had happened. About how he and Chris were a couple. It suddenly occurred to him that if Chris was coming out to his parents then it wouldn't be long before he did the same with Wyatt's. "You never know," he finally said.

"Well, enjoy and let me know how it is. Your mother and I may go there for our next vacation."

When Wyatt hung up the phone, he resumed the task of packing his bags. It wouldn't be long before it was time for his flight.

The watcher sat in his apartment in front the TV and watched it with endless fascination. He had one hand on the remote and another slowly massaging his growing erection.

"Yes," he whispered after rewinding the scene so he could watch it again. Then, with deep, heavy breaths, he watched as Wyatt was strangled by Michael Myers. He'd watched it on repeat for at least an hour now. Each time he watched, he imagined it was his hands on Wyatt's throat.

Of course, if he'd been the man behind the white mask, he'd have taken the time to savor Wyatt's beautiful body first. Holding onto that delicious thought, he slowed the scene down and began to stroke himself.

When the climax arrived, it was the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had.

When the sensation of pleasure burned out, it was replaced with anger. Wyatt's fame had arrived much quicker than he'd imagined. And now the object of his desire had moved across the country. It wouldn't be an impossible task for the watcher to follow. But it was certainly an inconvenience.