I feel you move closer to me, All the signals peaking .. Crank up my electricity, Till I overload..
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Hiddlesworth - In which Tom and Chris had a baby wish and asked Elsa, their good friend, to be the surrogate mother of their child. Elsa has given birth to the child a couple of days ago and here they give an interview to let the world know that everything is alright with them and the child.
I don’t even know what this is, but it’s HiddlesWorth.
He’s not really sure what he’s doing, to be honest, but it’s worse than sitting around worrying about it. Chris creeps - silently as he can, being a million foot something ridiculous and built like a brick proverbial - to Tom’s bedside on unsteady feet.
The other man is sleeping, chest rising and falling beneath the bed sheets. He’s well tucked up - he doesn’t like being cold in bed, Tom had once told him - warm and snuggly, barely a mess of curly hair above the top of the quilt that protects him. It’s absolutely adorable. As Chris Hemsworth’s large hands push some of the messy hair from the other’s face, he can’t help but chuckle faintly at the wrinkle of Tom’s nose, the suddenly cold air making him snuffle.
The quilt, Chris decides, is a bit in the way. Simple answer? Move it. With steady hands, he pulls the thick blanket down from Tom’s nose, unable to stop himself from smiling at the way the other tries to fight it, shuffling down so that he’s back up to his chin in warm, soft protection against the monsters and shadows that lurk under the bed. It’s far too sweet, far too Tom to ignore.
Chris takes his chance. After a few moments of painful deliberation, the tall Australian leans down and kisses softly at the corner of his co-star’s mouth, breath caught in his throat.
It’s a few minutes before his heartbeat returns to a slightly more normal, non-heart-attack inducing rate, and a few more minutes after that for his lips to stop tingling. Then he goes in again… and again… and again until eventually, he’s kissing Tom straight on the lips, soft and warm and just so wonderful that Chris very briefly wonders if it’s possible to get drunk or high from kissing someone so much.
Something odd happens then. Hands cup his cheeks and lips come up to meet his own and really, Chris isn’t exactly sure what’s happening but it’s glorious and better than anything his imagination came up with on one or two long, lonely nights.
The pair break away from each other for air and the silence that hangs between them is really quite awkward.
That is, of course, until Tom scoots over, lifts the quilt up and pats the space beside him. “C’mon. It’s cold, you’ll do well to warm me up.”
Really, that’s all the invitation that Chris needs. He clambers into the bed, all strong muscles and long legs until Tom has his head quite firmly nestled into the crook of his neck, breath soft and warm against the Australian’s skin. “See?” The Brit chuckles lightly. “Isn’t that better? Warm and cuddly and mine now.” Arms wrap around Chris’ waist. “Nob’dy els’s…”
Chris can’t help but chuckle, the blush on his face deepening from a light pink to a vibrant red. “Yeah, yeah. Nobody else’s…”
The only response he gets is a brief kiss to his neck and then the sound of the British man drifting back into his dreams, a smile on his face and a wonderful man at his side.
