Freed has been frequenting a gay strip club to watch his favorite dancer, "Thor." He hears that Thor is about to get fired because his gruff ways don't get him customers. Freed can save his job, but only by hiring this blond dancer who, up until now...
A/N: Fan art by Laxybutt: http://laxybutt.tumblr.com/post/126300005323/did-you-request-me-dont-be-scared-i-dont
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Freed gulped down his drink, hoping to calm himself. He did not even watch the next dancer. He knew which door the dancers slipped through on their way to lap dances. He stared at the door, waiting, anticipating his thunder god.
When the massive man turned the corner and walked out, Freed leaped. This was really happening! After months of sitting in the dark and watching, he would get a chance to see Thor up close. His chest jolted, like being shocked with electricity with each step of the blond.
Finally, Thor stood over him, glaring down. That scar on his eye stood out, and his gaze narrowed.
"Did you request me?"
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Freed felt tiny under that stare. Mutely, he nodded. He worried that maybe this annoyed Thor. Maybe he thought this was just some sick pervert. He feared seeing a sneer of disgust from this man he admired so deeply.
Instead, Thor smirked, a chuckle rumbled in his chest, and he suddenly straddled Freed. The green-haired man stiffened in shock.
"Don't be scared," he said gently, but his eyes were still predatory. "I don't bite ... unless you want it."
"Oh God," Freed moaned. His groin ached, but he steeled himself back.
The blond snorted a laugh, and then Thor's hips began to move. Freed felt the friction of leather against his pants. The ache in his cock increased, burning, throbbing, wanting more.
"You can touch," Thor told him, but Freed was too enthralled to move. "Did you not want to touch? Or maybe..." Thor suddenly grabbed Freed's wrists, pinned him down, and leaned in close like a beast about to devour his prey. "Maybe you prefer to be restrained." His hips gave a sharp thrust up against Freed's crotch.
"Yes," he hissed, hardly knowing what he was doing.
Thor smirked and shook his head slightly. Freed wondered what that meant. Maybe all of Thor's clients were like this, masochists wanting to be dominated by the thunder god. Freed did not want to be just another person.
"C-Can I ... touch your chest?"
An eyebrow raised in amusement. "Feeling adventurous? Go ahead."
The blond released one hand, and Freed slowly lifted it. He ran his hand over the buff pectorals, smooth and waxed. Then he traced one of the tattoos.
"You're an interesting one," the dancer muttered.
Freed gazed up hopefully. Interesting? Was Thor interested?
"You have an interesting face," Thor said. "So scared, yet so aroused!" He thrust up again hard and gyrated his hips against Freed.
"Ahhh!" Freed cringed, shuddering. He was liking this too much.
