Date: Sat, 20 Feb 2016 16:03:13 -0700
From: Ryan Smith <ryanswim83@gmail.com>
Subject: Chris Hemsworth and Idris Elba

This is a work of fiction. Thor: The Dark World and related characters are
property of Marvel. If you are offended by scenes of homosexual male sex,
bondage, then navigate away from this page immediately.

This scene takes place during the filming of Thor: The Dark World in 2012.
I know I probably should have gotten around to this earlier, but sometimes
things just happen :)

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-Chapter 1-

Chris Hemsworth still couldn't believe his luck.  When he first began
acting, it had just been a way to pay the bills.  He was good looking,
charismatic, charming; traits that all his friends jokingly told him were
his only good qualities which meant he could probably only find paying work
as either a model or actor.  Though joking, Chris thought his friends might
have a point.  Chris couldn't stand the idea of standing around all day
waiting for photographers to capture that one perfect image, and so decided
to give acting a shot.  He had auditioned for an Australia soap opera
series just because a friend had pulled a few strings and got him a
long-shot audition.  Imagine his surprise when he actually won a role.

Now near a decade later and everything had changed.  While Chris had been
happy acting on Australian television, one opportunity after another just
presented themselves to him, letting him move from soap operas, to other
television shows, to American small budget movies, and finally to
blockbusters.  And that's where he found himself now, on the set of Thor:
The Dark World.

Chris' casting as Thor had changed his life.  People who previously had no
idea who he was now began to stop him on the street.  His face was
everywhere; on posters, snack food bags, action figures, everywhere.  And
it didn't show signs of slowing down.  Being part of one of the most
ambitious cinematic projects of all time in the Marvel Cinematic Universe
ensured that Chris would have plenty of work, plenty of exposure, and that
his fame would only continue to rise.

And that's exactly where Chris found himself tonight.  He was in London,
tired from having been on set for most of the day as Thor, filming the
sequel to his solo Marvel project, but still able to recognize that the
ache in his balls was not going to be satisfied by a quick jerk alone and a
good night's sleep in his hotel room.  He told his co-stars that he was
going to turn in early, take advantage of having the next day off from
shooting to catch up on some much needed rest, and call it a night...but of
course Chris had other plans.

Chris jumped out of his hotel shower and reached for a towel to dry off.
Standing in front of the mirror, Chris begun to rub the towel over his
body, the terrycloth material feeling good against his skin.  As he toweled
off, Chris still had a hard time believing that the man staring back at him
in the mirror was him.  Chris had always been athletic, outdoorsy, and
always took pride in his physique and body, but the muscle he had put on to
play Thor had dramatically changed his appearance.

His shoulder-length blond hair hung slightly damp and framed his perfectly
symmetrical and masculine face.  A pair of bright, steely blue eyes stared
back at him, his face covered with just enough stubble to qualify him as
being in the "ruggedly handsome" category.  His eyes travelled further down
his body, still amazed at all the muscle he had been able to put on his
6'3" frame to play the role that would most likely define his career.  His
shoulders were broad, his arms rippling with muscle, his smooth pecs
pronounced and crowned with two pert nipples, his abs cut and defined.
Chris was most proud of the deep Apollo's belt that he worked so hard to
achieve and now took so much pride in.  He loved the way the two deep lines
formed a V leading directly to his cock.  Flanked by his strong legs, his
cock hung there limply though still impressively, resting on top of his
ample balls, his uncut cock lay hooded and crowned by a small thicket of
trimmed blonde pubes.  Chris was no narcissist, but even he couldn't deny
that he looked fucking amazing.

Pushing his hair back and throwing on a pair of jeans and a tight form
fitting t-shirt, the kind that clung to every muscle and sinew he had
developed in order to play the role of Thor, Chris made his way out of the
hotel as discretely as he could and jumped in the back of a cab, telling
the driver to take him to an out-of-the-way bar where the women were
beautiful and the liquor flowed freely.  The driver did not disappoint.

It was not long after arriving that Chris found himself inundated by
beautiful women.  This was nothing new to Chris, but the sheer number of
women that had begun to throw themselves at him since he had been cast as
Thor was almost unfathomable, but Chris didn't complain.  Who was he to
argue when a beautiful woman told him he was the sexiest man alive and that
she would do anything...ANYTHING...just to be in his presence.

When Chris first began to experience women throwing themselves at him, he
at first resisted.  He was flattered, truly, but he was recently married,
had a baby on the way, and had no intention of cheating on his beautiful
wife.  It was his agent that gave him a bit of advice on his wedding day,
telling Chris that he was now a married man and could therefore never be
caught cheating on his wife.  He wasn't established enough to get away with
a scandal of that magnitude and the audiences would steer clear of his
movies if they thought him to be a male chauvinist philanderer.  With a
wink his agent stressed the "caught" part, figuring that Chris was going to
be a superstar and "boys will be boys" but Chris was in love and had no
intention of ever sleeping with another woman other than his wife for the
rest of his life.

While Chris was still a happily married man with three small children he
adored, married life certainly had its struggles.  His wife and children
lived in Australia; he was committed to keeping them out of the spot light
that life in Los Angeles would undoubtedly bring and wanted them to
experience the carefree and outdoor centric life he and his brothers had
enjoyed growing up.  But that meant that while he was flying around from
city to city, continent to continent, he often found himself horny and
alone; his wife half a world away.  But fame certainly had its perks.

While Chris didn't want to admit it, he loved the attention that the role
of Thor had brought him, and even more so, he loved the women who threw
themselves at him because of it.  Chris never tired of it; blonds and
brunettes, Asians and Africans, tall and athletic, short and curvy.  It
seemed like every woman he met was instantly smitten with Chris, no doubt
partly due to the shirtless scenes which showed off his drool worthy body
that had become so ubiquitous in each of his movies.  And while he loved
his wife, life on the road got lonely and even the 29-year-old God of
Thunder sometimes needed a little release.

And so here he was, famous, buff, and horny as fuck.  What was he supposed
to do?  Chris always made sure that all his liaisons were as discreet as
possible, in bars and clubs not frequented by celebrities and free of the
paparazzi looking to take that next big photo of a star in a compromising
situation to sell to the tabloids.  And the bar his driver had taken him to
fit his requirements perfectly.

Chris had been at the bar for about an hour and had narrowed the harem of
women that had approached him upon his arrival down to one; Layla.  She was
easily the hottest girl at the bar that night, petite and curvy, beautiful.
Once it became evident to the other girls that Chris wasn't interested in
them, they fell off, leaving.  Coupled with the fact that it was late on a
Tuesday night, the bar was mostly deserted, just a couple of folks spread
throughout the capacious establishment.

Once Chris had gotten Layla alone in one of the corner booths, she seemed
to have no inhibitions and quickly found herself moaning as Chris' roaming
hands began to explore her body, allowing him to run his hands all over her
tight and athletic figure, cup her full and luscious breasts, even let his
hand explore up her skirt where Chris was pleased to discover that she
wasn't wearing any panties.  The two of them sat there, making out, Chris'
strong arm wrapped around his prey, his hand up her skirt diddling her
shaved pussy, her hand rubbing his growing cock through the denim fabric of
his jeans, both oblivious to anything going on around them.  Chris was just
about getting ready to suggest the two of them take the party somewhere
more private when he suddenly felt another presence at the table and heard
someone clear their throat, clearly in an attempt to get his attention.

Chris had dealt with this before and with his past experiences as his guide
he figured it would be either another woman trying to get his attention or
a bar manager suggesting they tone it down or take their rendezvous to
another location.  Breaking off his kiss with Layla, Chris pivoted and
prepared to offer up whatever apologies or compliments would be needed to
get the person to leave them alone so he could have his way with his new
found female conquest.  However, Chris was not prepared to see the person
who was standing across from him at the table.

Standing there, arms crossed across his chest with a hint of a smirk on his
face was Idris Elba, his co-star in the Thor franchise.  Idris was wearing
tight jeans, a tight low cut V t-shirt and a sports coat.  Chris' mouth
nearly hit the floor.  He just sat there, his mind racing to process what
Idris' presence meant but unable to come up with anything before his
co-star spoke.

"So, too tired from filming, eh? Just going to back to your room to hit the
hay? Looks like you're planning on hitting something tonight, all right."
Idris smugly said, but with just enough sarcasm that Chris didn't know if
he was being reprimanded or congratulated by his co-star.

Chris flashed one of those dazzling smiles and attempted to smooth talk his
way out of the situation he found himself in.  "Listen, Idris, this is not
what it looks like.  I want you to meet my old friend Layl..."

Idris raised a hand and stopped Chris before he could finish.  "Listen,
Romeo" he said "I don't want to hear some lame excuse for what I just
witnessed.  How about you just come and join me for a quick drink at the
bar and we'll discuss what I think I just saw".

Before Chris could answer, Idris simply turned and left, leaving Chris and
his paramour alone.  Chris turned to Layla, who looked totally unphased by
the encounter and was eager to continue her make out session with Chris and
having his strong hands once again explore her wet pussy.  "Listen" Chris
began "stay right here, I just have to clear something up with my friend
over there, I'll be right back."

As he got up to follow Idris, Layla let out a pouty moan, hoping it would
be enough to convince her new found hunk to stay.  It didn't work.

Chris followed Idris and sat down on a stool next to him at a deserted end
of the bar.  Idris put two fingers in the air and the bartender quickly
responded with two whiskeys being put down in front of the pair of actors.
Chris looked over at his co-star and tried to start his explanation over
again. "Listen, I know what you think you saw, but it was nothing like
that, all you saw was simply two..."

He was cut off again.

"Listen, Chris, you don't have to explain it to me.  I know what it's like.
I know what it's like to be on the road for months at a time.  I know what
it's like to be away from your wife for just as long.  I know what it does
to a guy.  We all have needs man, I get it."

Chris was relived.

Chris had first met Idris two years earlier when the English actor had been
cast as Heimdall in Thor.  Though a few years older then him, Idris and
Chris quickly became friends.  Both of them were at the cusp of
superstardom, the only difference being that it had taken Idris a little
longer to reach that point in his career.  Chris was full of questions and
Idris was happy to impart any knowledge or tips he had to the young actor.
When Chris' wife had come to the premiere, she and Idris had hit it off and
even still remained casual acquaintances.

This was all the more reason why Chris was so panicked.  If Idris told his
wife what he just witnessed, it wouldn't only ruin his marriage, but
possibly his acting career before it had even really started.  Hearing that
Idris understood what he was going through, Chris let out a long, low sigh
of relief.

"Thank you so much, man.  That is such a relief.  If my wife ever heard
what I was up to, she'd have my balls among other things" Chris uttered.

Idris smiled "Like I said" he began "I know what it's like.  We all need to
get some action from time to time or we'll end up going crazy.  It's why
I've been coming to places like this for years.  Plenty of people looking
for a good time away from prying eyes and cameras"

Of course.  At first Chris had wondered what were the chances of Idris
showing up in the same exact bar as himself, but now it made sense.  Being
a native of London, Chris figured Idris knew all the tips and secrets of
where to go so as not to be seen.  If Chris' cab driver had known about
this place, no wonder Idris knew about it too.  Probably explained how the
bartender knew exactly what drinks to pour even though all he had gotten
was an order through a hand signal.

Chris took a long swig of his whiskey, throwing his head back, his long
blond locks cascading down the back of his neck.  Putting down his drink,
he patted Idris on the back like a true bro would do.  "Well, now that I
know my secret is safe with you" Chris said "I've got a little unfinished
business I need to take care of if you know what I mean".  He flashed a
shit-eating grin at Idris and got up from the stool, eager to get back to
Layla and her hot snatch.

"Hold on, hold on" Idris said while taking a hold of Chris' arm below his
sleeve, feeling the strong muscles just underneath the surface of his warm
and soft skin.  "I said I understand what you're going through, but I sure
as hell didn't say I condone what you're doing.  You got a wife man, just
imagine what she would say if I were to call her up and tell her what
you've been up to."

Panic flashed across Chris' face. "Listen man, you can't tell her!  She'd
leave me, take the kids!  This has to be between just the two of us.
Please man, you're my friend.  I'll do anything you want if we can keep
this just between the two of us, between friends." Chris pleaded.

Idris' eyebrows arched.  "Anything, you say?"

Chris vigorously nodded.  "Anything, yes, anything.  You name it you got
it.  Just please don't tell me wife".  Chris sounded almost pathetic in his
begging.

Chris noticed that Idris reached down and adjusted his jeans before
pivoting in his stool to look the Thor star directly in his face.  "Listen"
Idris began "we all have needs.  You have needs and I have needs.  I'm
going to go into the bathroom over there and I want you to come in behind
me a few minutes later, you got that?" he asked.

"Sure man, sure, I can do that, anything you want" Chris uttered, not sure
what exactly Idris meant but just happy to hear that he would be able to
count on his friend to keep his secret.

"Good, I'll see you in there in minute" Idris told Chris, squeezing his arm
before letting go and giving him a little wink.  Idris got up and crossed
the mostly deserted bar before going into the bathroom, looking back over
his shoulder one last time to make sure Chris was still there.

Chris gave a little nod before the door shut behind Idris.  Finishing his
drink, he went back to Layla who was still sitting there, though looking
none to pleased.

"Sorry about that babe, just talking business, you know actor stuff." He
said.  She didn't look impressed.

"Listen, let me go take a quick piss and then how about you and me get out
of here and go back to my place and get the real party started, how does
that sound?" As he said those words, he flashed one of those blue ribbon
smiles and even flexed a little, making sure his muscles popped through the
thin fabric of his t-shirt.  That perked Layla up a little bit; she nodded
and began to gather her things.

"Good, stay right here and I'll be back before you know it" Chris said with
a wink.

It was only as he began to walk across the bar to make his way to the
bathroom to meet Idris that Chris again began to wonder what Idris could
possibly want with him in the bathroom.  He was about to find out.


-End Part 1-

Hope you enjoyed the first part of this story.  Would love to hear back
from folks on what they though, both praise and criticism is welcome.  You
can email me at ryanswim83@gmail.com.  I'd also love to hear what people
would like to see happen in later chapters.

Thanks for reading!  Hope to hear from you!