A Chance Encounter (Chris Hemsworth X OMC)

Here Goes Nothing

"Okay," Miley said as she drove along the beachside road. "I know nothing I say is going to make you feel calm about this."

"It'll be fine," Wyatt said, mostly to himself.

"It's just like performing. You're nervous the first few times and then you get used to it."

Wyatt nodded, recalling the first production he'd had a lead role in. He'd thrown up before going onstage, then gone out and performed to standing ovations.

"Exactly," Miley said before giving him a grin. "Except don't puke before we get there. That wouldn't be a cute look."

As Miley drove the car toward the big house in the distance, Wyatt began to feel that surreal sensation hitting him again. It wasn't so long ago that this entire scenario would have been a fantasy. While there were details about his relationship with Chris that weren't exactly ideal, he had to keep reciting that same mantra they'd used time and time again. When he thought about the arrangements- them pretending they didn't know each other in front of his friends and the general public- he countered that with the knowledge that Chris was letting him into a part of his life that had been previously uncharted.

Chris was standing in the open garage when they pulled up and Wyatt felt immediately calmed by his presence. Dressed in board shorts and a tank top, he had that laid back, effortlessly sexy vibe that never failed to elicit a swoon from Wyatt. The beach breeze had swept his hair from his face, which was beaming with happy excitement.

Chris had insisted Wyatt didn't need to dress up so he'd opted for a snug white V-neck, which accentuated his tan, and some little dark green shorts that stopped at about his mid-thigh. When the car was parked in the garage and he stepped out of the car, Chris moved in long strides toward him and gathered him in his arms while Miley went into the house.

"Fuck, I missed you," Chris whispered as he looked down into Wyatt's face and touched it as if making sure he wasn't a mirage. "Even if I'm only your third-favorite Aussie," he added with a smirk.

"You know that was all just for show," Wyatt sighed. He wrapped his arms around Chris's neck, tilted his head and smiled. "You know how I really feel."

Chris lifted an eyebrow. "Oh, I do. I know exactly how you feel."

"Yeah?"

"You think my dick is better than any Kylie song."

"I don't think I'd go that far," Wyatt teased.

"You just can't get my dick out of your head, can you?"

"Wow."

"Good one, eh?"

"You're ridiculous."

"You're infatuated with me."

Wyatt slowly brought his hands down to Chris's chest and rubbed them up and down, his expression thoughtful. "How did everything go?"

"It's good, actually. I didn't do it exactly as I planned."

Wyatt grinned. "Does anything ever really go according to plan?"

"No. But I can say they're all excited to meet you. We watched you on the Morning Show. Mum said you're handsome. Dad thinks your funny. Luke and Liam liked it when you publicly belittled me."

"Stop!" Wyatt sighed as he lightly slapped Chris's pec.

Chris seized his hand and pulled it up to his lips and kissed it. "Make it up to me and I'll forgive you."

"And how should I do that?"

Chris winked slowly at him. "Just show me how much you favor me later tonight."