A Chance Encounter (Chris Hemsworth X OMC)

After the Storm (NSFW)

As his heartbeat returned to a slow, steady pace, Chris looked over at Wyatt. He lay asleep beside him, his face relaxed and soft. He reached over and ran a gentle finger along his cheek and felt all of the earlier aggression and anger drain out of him, leaving only love and affection in its place. The light on the nightstand was still on, it's soft glow illuminating Wyatt's naked skin. In the light, Chris could see his handiwork- a network of suck marks marred Wyatt's throat and shoulders; there were faint bruises forming on his upper arms where Chris had held him so tightly. Flashes of guilt hit him suddenly.

Wyatt's eyes softly fluttered open and he stared at Chris. The bigger man scooted closer and began to delicately touch Wyatt's skin, inspecting all of the traces of their rough lovemaking.

That wasn't lovemaking, Chris told himself. That was one-hundred percent fucking.

Wyatt watched the expression on Chris's face with dreamy curiosity, his body and mind very tired.

"I was too rough with you," Chris said in a remorseful voice. "I...I'm sorry."

Wyatt's mind began to clear as the fog of fatigue lifted and he was immediately reminded of a Carly Simon song. And doesn't anger turn you on, an expectation of a calm, after the storm, and your body feels so warm, after the storm. Their fight, the rough sex- it all seemed like a lead up to this tranquility that was settling in on them. The storm had come and gone, and now it was time to repair.

"Do you want...should I leave?" Chris asked guiltily.

Wyatt shook his head and grabbed his hand. "Stay," he said, and his voice was hoarse. "Stay with me."

Chris winced at the sound of Wyatt's voice, knowing he was the cause. "I'm sorry," he repeated, his voice thick with remorse.

"It's okay," Wyatt whispered. "I think maybe we both needed that. And enjoyed it."

Chris cracked a light smile. "I didn't know we had it in us."

"I think we may have discovered a mutual kink for rough sex."

Wyatt watched as Chris turned and sat on the edge of the bed. He stared at Chris's broad back and sighted the scratches that trailed up and down his skin. He sat up and wrapped his arms around Chris and laid his cheek against his back. Chris stayed still as Wyatt began to kiss every scratch. Somewhere in the midst of Wyatt's soft lips on the raised, angry red scratches, Chris turned around and took Wyatt's face in his hands and began to earnestly kiss him. Though the aphrodisiac of anger and the sex had been undeniable- and reciprocated- he couldn't contain the sorrow for his actions. The primitive urge to dominate and overpower his lover shifted like the swing of a pendulum and now his only urge was to comfort and tend to him.

"Are you thirsty? Hungry?" He asked as he slowly guided Wyatt onto his back and hovered on top of him, his face inches from his, his eyes searching.

"Just thirsty," Wyatt sighed as he reached up and touched the trail of suck marks he'd left on Chris's shoulders and pecs. "Maybe a little hungry," he added in a sheepish voice.

Chris smiled, happy for a chance to take care of Wyatt's needs. He leaned down and kissed him tenderly. "I'll be right back. Stay in bed, okay?"

Wyatt nodded his head and complied as he listened to Chris's retreating steps. He heard the distant sounds of Chris in the kitchen downstairs. When Chris came back upstairs, he had a plate of food in each hand and a couple of bottles of cold water under his arms.

"I picked up vegetable pad Thai for you on my way over tonight," he explained. "And spring rolls," he added as he set the plates down and helped Wyatt prop himself up on the pillows. He popped the cap off of the water and slowly brought it to Wyatt's lips.