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Love Game
...ie: how the sweet and adorable Thomas William Hiddleston becomes when the alcohol level in his body is higher than normal.
"Ah! This drink is stronger than I thought!" Chris Hemsworth's deep voice rang through the hall of the BAFTAs After Party while he set down his glass, still half full, on the table. Seated with him were Kenneth Branagh, cheerful and smiling as always, Luke Windsor, Tom's personal assistant and Tom Hiddleston. Or rather, what was left of him after a number of cocktails of which the Australian had lost count.
The Englishman finished his drink in one gulp and slammed the glass down hard. "AH! You are not able to drink, handsome!"
At those words, everyone turned towards the brunette, slightly concerned by this very drunk, loose, and too much uninhibited version of Tom. Chris was puzzled by the way the Englishman was behaving, but he didn’t pay him much attention, because Chris knew that the alcohol had taken the lead on Tom's body and after a while he resumed his chat with Ken and Luke.
Tom stood still for a few seconds staring at the empty glass in front of him, then seemingly in slow motion, he turned his eyes on the blond who was sitting just to his right. Tom observed the blonde's features, focusing on every detail of his face and body: his blond hair had grown almost to his shoulders and he was visibly thinner, which Tom figured to be very convenient for him and what was passing through in his mind at that very moment. A sensual, indecent, obscene thought pushed the brunette to involuntarily bite his lips as his eyes kept devouring the sight of Chris Hemsworth.
With a languid motion the Englishman straightened in his chair and he put an elbow on the table, letting his chin fall on his hand.
No one noticed his movement.
Good.
"Anyway, what I meant ..." Kenneth had taken the floor and the Australian’s attention was focused on him.
Very good.
Suddenly the blonde made a quick movement, taking his chair slightly forward and then, consequently, closer to the brunette.
Excellent.
While an evil grin spread across his lips, slowly, silently, furtively, Tom moved his free hand under the table, reaching Chris's knee and started tickling it. The Australian instantly jumped on the spot feeling the Englishman's fingers walking along his thigh and moving closer, closer, closer... Chris felt himself blushing violently. It was increasingly difficult to breathe and stay calm as he felt Tom's slender hand dangerously close to a specific part of his body that Chris never thought the other man would have wanted to reach...
"Tommmhhhh!"
...but he was wrong.
"Oh..." The voice of Englishman was lower, hotter than usual. "...seems like everything is well proportioned..."
At those words Chris widened his eyes and swallowed hard while Ken and Luke looked at him stunned and completely unaware of what had just happened below the table. Tom smiled mischievously, winking in satisfaction at his assistant who looked at him blankly for a second. The Australian forcefully seized the hand of the brunette and put it back on Tom's leg, glancing grimly at him.
The Englishman remained impassive, keeping the sneering smile on his face. As soon as Chris was about to remove his own hand, Tom seized it swiftly, bringing it to where his "Mjolnir" was. The blond stifled a growl and, tightening his jaw, he closed his eyes, breathing deeply. Immediately Chris tried to move his hand away gently but Tom bent forward, resting his elbows on the table and locking the blonde's fingers between his belly and legs.
"Tell me Ken, is your new movie going smoothly?" To that question asked by Tom, the director quickly recovered and began to speak under Luke's watchful gaze. While the two of them were discussing, Chris tried in every way to break free, moving cautiously and trying not to show signs of all his effort. After a few seconds Tom suddenly pulled back and the Australian's hand snapped up, drawing everyone's attention. Silence fell between them and Chris was as embarrassed as he would be if he were naked in a crowd.
"T-there was a... a fly ..." He tried in vain to explain himself, his face of a color comparable to that of Thor's cape.
"Oh..." Tom seized the opportunity and, with a voice terribly worried and sensual, he addressed his colleague. "You look flushed Chris... are you okay?" Gently, Tom placed one hand behind Chris' neck, tickling the base of his head with his own fingers. Immediately the Australian grabbed it roughly and shoved it away.
"Yes-thank you-I'm fine-don't worry-stay there-Kenneth what were you saying-I was very interested-please go on." Chris spoke in one breath, focusing eyes wide on the director and slowly undoing his tie and the top button of his white shirt.
"Don't worry Tom, it's because it's really hot in here!" Kenneth said out loud, grabbing a napkin and gently fanning his face.
"Oh, then you should definitely get undressed, Chris!" To those words the blond immediately turned towards Tom, frowning. The brunette was sinuously and perversely licking his lips while staring at Chris's hands that were still hovering on the shirt-button.
Less than a second had passed before the blond was hastily closing his shirt and tightening his necktie. He reached for his coat, wrinkling the fabric that was clenched in his fingers as he crossed his arms over his chest. If he had any other garment, he would have wore it.
Tom smiled devilishly, visibly amused by the reaction of his colleague, and looked back at the table but suddenly his attention was caught by a simple object. An object that could be an incredibly useful weapon for his purposes.
His fork.
With a languid gesture he leaned against the table and with a flick of his elbow he -accidentally- knocked the cutlery that fell tingling under the table. Under Chris.
"Oooops..." Tom's voice was as false as drunk.
And in that moment the blonde was invaded by a withering fear.
Please, I beg you, don't tell me he really wants to do it...
"My fault ... I'm going to pick it up..." Tom said, lowering gently and secretly putting his hands on the Australian’s leg. For a split second their eyes met and Chris saw what was probably the most sensual, mischievous, and sadistic smile he had ever seen on a person's face.
"TIME TO GO!" With a speed worthy of an athlete, Chris got to his feet while his voice, strangely more acute than usual, still echoed through the room. "Luke Goodnight, goodnight Ken, and you..." The blonde cast down an icy gaze towards the Englishman but the only reaction he got, were two big eyes looking at him like an innocent puppy.
He had to take him away.
At least if they had been alone, Chris would have been able to keep him at bay without being too conspicuous.
The worst decision of his life.
"... come on! I'm taking you home." The blonde said, grabbing Tom by the wrist and dragging him violently away from the table under Luke and Kenneth's astonished gazes.
"Grrr..." As if nothing had happened the brunette, with a surge, flung his arm back, past the shoulders of the blonde and ended up with the hand directly on the ass of Chris, grabbing one cheek with visible intensity.
"Mhgf!" The Australian let out a gasp, but he forced himself to keep walking without looking back, despite Tom's fingers clinging more and more tightly to his ass.
"This will be a great night!"