Gamer, Roleplayer and one of THOSE fangirls...
Chris’s fingers slipped underneath the Englishman’s hand and tangled with his. With a gentle squeeze, he silently reassured Tom. Not a single thing worried him. If the media wished to whisper horrid things about him, he was not going to give them the satisfaction of tearing him down. His life was his own, they had no say in the matter or the direction of his life.
He leant over slightly and planted a gentle kiss on the slighter male’s temple.
‘Let them talk about it. Let everyone talk…that’s all they ever do,’ the Australian murmured, lips brushing Tom’s skin. ‘If I stopped to listen to every criticism…I wouldn’t get anywhere, Thomas.’
“Of course,” the older spoke softly, turning his head slightly into the kiss. “I also mean for your career… I don’t want to be a cause for something terrible to happen. Perhaps you should speak to your agent beforehand?”
Tom surprised himself with how worried he sounded. He was meant to be older, more experienced, but this wasn’t exactly a situation he had come across before. What if it all went horribly wrong? What if he caused more trouble for Chris than he was worth? He squeezed Chris’ hand back, his thumb rubbing over the tanned skin. “If we have to keep this a secret, I’m more than happy to…”
The younger male made a face.
‘It’s not that. It’s just…look…our business is our business,’ he explained. ‘Everyone else has got a level of privacy, why can’t we? What we do in our homes should be for us…’ Leaning forward, Chris pressed a kiss to Tom’s cheek. ‘Why can’t it just be about us…?’ His voice fell to a whisper, his gaze intently set on the Englishman’s face. He couldn’t understand it. It was just for them, this here and now. It was not as if they were going to rub it in everyone’s faces, jump into interviews and claim that the world had to pay attention to every little thing that they did. He seemed to look to the other for answers, like Tom could give him them all.
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Chris’s fingers slipped underneath the Englishman’s hand and tangled with his. With a gentle squeeze, he silently reassured Tom. Not a single thing worried him. If the media wished to whisper horrid things about him, he was not going to give them the satisfaction of tearing him down. His life was his own, they had no say in the matter or the direction of his life.
He leant over slightly and planted a gentle kiss on the slighter male’s temple.
‘Let them talk about it. Let everyone talk…that’s all they ever do,’ the Australian murmured, lips brushing Tom’s skin. ‘If I stopped to listen to every criticism…I wouldn’t get anywhere, Thomas.’
“Stop this… This mopey, pessimistic, self-doubting Chris. I don’t like him.” Slender fingers reached up and Tom held Chris’ face in his hands, drumming his fingers lightly. “I like the Chris that knows what he wants, even if he doesn’t know how to get it.. The Chris that knows he’s given his best efforts. Do I need to go on about how brilliant and wonderful you are?” The Englishman tilted his head, patting the blonde on the cheek and pressing their lips together. After he moved his hands to slide up and over the broad chest in front of him, coming to rest on his shoulders. He rubbed his thumb in circles and pressed closer, easing Chris back into the counter as he flicked his tongue out against the others’ bottom lip.“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me.” Tom offered a smile, squeezing the waist in his grip for support. He tilted his head, placing gentle kisses along the length of Chris’ neck and across his shoulder. He’d be lying if he said his body was satisfied with the light teasing it received this morning, but didn’t think the timing quite appropriate. “It is nice to know that I’m not a home wrecker, I suppose. Can I at least ask why you never told me? All this time… I only found out last night, you know.”‘There’s not alot to say, you know?’ He sighed, shifting his grip around Tom. ‘We just didn’t have the time…We were apart too much and we just…grew distant. So we made the choice to split…’ Again there was a shrug from the Australian. There was a slight amount pain showing on his face, but in truth it seemed he was just trying to recant things as distantly as he possibly could.
Chris tilted his head, finding purchase against Tom’s, nuzzling him slightly.
‘Look, Tom…It’s nothing to do with not wanting to tell you…I just didn’t want you caught in the middle. You know? Picking sides…’ Again, he found himself trailing off, the right words slipping from him. He held Tom to him. ‘You’re not a home wrecker, Tom. I buried my feelings because I thought it was the right thing to do for everyone…’ With a sigh, the larger male took a second to recollect his thoughts. ‘I was with Elsa…I thought I was confusing you…I was pulling myself in two directions…I gave it my best shot, you know? I’m not sure if I’m less of a bad person because of that effort or…I’m still scum for loving you in part while being married…’
Chris moaned against his lips, pleased with the contact.
‘Not nearly as brilliant as you, mate…Tom…do have any idea how long I’ve been wanting to kiss you…?’ His large hands ran down the Englishman’s sides, finding each curve and line through the fabric of his shirt. ‘You just deserve to be loved,’ he murmured against the other’s jawline. He smelt good, fresh from the shower with his aftershave still lingering on his skin. He could feel the warmth of their bodies mingling and he wanted to more than just that. A quiet sound from his daughter reminded him just where they were and he cleared his throat.
Tom gave his trademark laugh, the expression on Chris’ face priceless. “And now youunderstand how I felt this morning, my love.” Ignoring the warmth that threatened his loins, the older man stole another kiss from the younger and backed out into the living room. He turned to the child in front of him and sat down, legs folded in front of him. “Hello darling, what do you have there? Is that a building? Oh it’s precious- Christopher, you simply must marvel at how artistic your daughter is with these building blocks…” He continued chatting, not particularly expecting a response.
The Australian sauntered over, a coy smile tugging at his lips. Chris was more than pleased to stay to the side and watch the scene play out. It lifted his spirits and the weight that had settled on his shoulders. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this at peace. Making his way over, he crouched beside his daughter and placed a gentle kiss on her head.
‘Tell me this can last, Tom…’ he breathed, reaching out to brush his fingers over Tom’s wrist.
“Stop this… This mopey, pessimistic, self-doubting Chris. I don’t like him.” Slender fingers reached up and Tom held Chris’ face in his hands, drumming his fingers lightly. “I like the Chris that knows what he wants, even if he doesn’t know how to get it.. The Chris that knows he’s given his best efforts. Do I need to go on about how brilliant and wonderful you are?” The Englishman tilted his head, patting the blonde on the cheek and pressing their lips together. After he moved his hands to slide up and over the broad chest in front of him, coming to rest on his shoulders. He rubbed his thumb in circles and pressed closer, easing Chris back into the counter as he flicked his tongue out against the others’ bottom lip.“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me.” Tom offered a smile, squeezing the waist in his grip for support. He tilted his head, placing gentle kisses along the length of Chris’ neck and across his shoulder. He’d be lying if he said his body was satisfied with the light teasing it received this morning, but didn’t think the timing quite appropriate. “It is nice to know that I’m not a home wrecker, I suppose. Can I at least ask why you never told me? All this time… I only found out last night, you know.”‘There’s not alot to say, you know?’ He sighed, shifting his grip around Tom. ‘We just didn’t have the time…We were apart too much and we just…grew distant. So we made the choice to split…’ Again there was a shrug from the Australian. There was a slight amount pain showing on his face, but in truth it seemed he was just trying to recant things as distantly as he possibly could.
Chris tilted his head, finding purchase against Tom’s, nuzzling him slightly.
‘Look, Tom…It’s nothing to do with not wanting to tell you…I just didn’t want you caught in the middle. You know? Picking sides…’ Again, he found himself trailing off, the right words slipping from him. He held Tom to him. ‘You’re not a home wrecker, Tom. I buried my feelings because I thought it was the right thing to do for everyone…’ With a sigh, the larger male took a second to recollect his thoughts. ‘I was with Elsa…I thought I was confusing you…I was pulling myself in two directions…I gave it my best shot, you know? I’m not sure if I’m less of a bad person because of that effort or…I’m still scum for loving you in part while being married…’
Chris moaned against his lips, pleased with the contact.
‘Not nearly as brilliant as you, mate…Tom…do have any idea how long I’ve been wanting to kiss you…?’ His large hands ran down the Englishman’s sides, finding each curve and line through the fabric of his shirt. ‘You just deserve to be loved,’ he murmured against the other’s jawline. He smelt good, fresh from the shower with his aftershave still lingering on his skin. He could feel the warmth of their bodies mingling and he wanted to more than just that. A quiet sound from his daughter reminded him just where they were and he cleared his throat.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me.” Tom offered a smile, squeezing the waist in his grip for support. He tilted his head, placing gentle kisses along the length of Chris’ neck and across his shoulder. He’d be lying if he said his body was satisfied with the light teasing it received this morning, but didn’t think the timing quite appropriate. “It is nice to know that I’m not a home wrecker, I suppose. Can I at least ask why you never told me? All this time… I only found out last night, you know.”‘There’s not alot to say, you know?’ He sighed, shifting his grip around Tom. ‘We just didn’t have the time…We were apart too much and we just…grew distant. So we made the choice to split…’ Again there was a shrug from the Australian. There was a slight amount pain showing on his face, but in truth it seemed he was just trying to recant things as distantly as he possibly could.
Chris tilted his head, finding purchase against Tom’s, nuzzling him slightly.
‘Look, Tom…It’s nothing to do with not wanting to tell you…I just didn’t want you caught in the middle. You know? Picking sides…’ Again, he found himself trailing off, the right words slipping from him. He held Tom to him. ‘You’re not a home wrecker, Tom. I buried my feelings because I thought it was the right thing to do for everyone…’ With a sigh, the larger male took a second to recollect his thoughts. ‘I was with Elsa…I thought I was confusing you…I was pulling myself in two directions…I gave it my best shot, you know? I’m not sure if I’m less of a bad person because of that effort or…I’m still scum for loving you in part while being married…’
‘There’s not alot to say, you know?’ He sighed, shifting his grip around Tom. ‘We just didn’t have the time…We were apart too much and we just…grew distant. So we made the choice to split…’ Again there was a shrug from the Australian. There was a slight amount pain showing on his face, but in truth it seemed he was just trying to recant things as distantly as he possibly could.
Chris had said it so casually that he’d almost missed it - it may have only been a small piece, but a piece nonetheless that confirmed they had ended. Tom felt a relief flood through him, and immediately scolded himself for the thought. Now was not the time. The Englishman followed his gaze to the youngster playing, occasionally squealing in delight. “You worry too much, my dear friend. You have a beautiful and healthy little girl, you’re finally starring in big-name films and you have a bunch of friends and family to support you, no matter what blunders you might make along the way.” He brought the large hand in his up to his face, lips pressing firmly to the golden palm. “You also have me.”Chris caught the Englishman’s hand in his own, squeezing gently as he did.
‘I’m sorry…Jus’ been over thinking every little thing lately,’ he stated. Forcing a smile, he rested his head against Tom’s. ‘Since Elsa left…I dunno. I keep thinking I might screw up everything…’ His gaze flickered over to India, watching her happily play with her toys. Things had above and beyond complicated in his life. True that he’d finally reached the point that he wanted to in his career but he felt like other parts of his life had suffered so terribly because of it. Thinking back to the conversation that he had with Elsa the day they had decided to call a quits drove that point home further. The balancing act was harder than he ever thought it would be.
‘It’s all time,’ he stated, his point vague. A smile tugged at his lips despite his heavy mood. With a pleased sound he pulled Tom into his arms and hugged him tightly. There was a sense of comfort knowing that the older wasn’t just going to run away. Kissing his forehead, he sighed. ‘Don’t know if I’m lucky or what…It takes something bad to happen for something good to happen…’ he trailed off, not entirely what he was trying to get across. Finally he shrugged his shoulders and settled his head in the crook of Tom’s neck, giving up on the notion of trying to understand the how or why.
Chris caught the Englishman’s hand in his own, squeezing gently as he did.
‘I’m sorry…Jus’ been over thinking every little thing lately,’ he stated. Forcing a smile, he rested his head against Tom’s. ‘Since Elsa left…I dunno. I keep thinking I might screw up everything…’ His gaze flickered over to India, watching her happily play with her toys. Things had above and beyond complicated in his life. True that he’d finally reached the point that he wanted to in his career but he felt like other parts of his life had suffered so terribly because of it. Thinking back to the conversation that he had with Elsa the day they had decided to call a quits drove that point home further. The balancing act was harder than he ever thought it would be.
Chris made to laugh, but it died on his tongue. Something in his expression shifted then and he eyed Tom carefully.
‘What’s on your mind? You’re kind of fidgety, Tom…’ A thought dawned on him and he flushed, rubbing at his neck. Had he made things awkward? He had been too caught up in how happy he was to have Tom, hold him and just be honest about his feelings…The Australian had not stopped to think about the repercussions of his actions. It was a heavy thought. It settled in the pit of his stomach and made him slouch. Feeling the weight start to crush him, he turned, his large shoulders hunching as his leant heavily on the counter. Why hadn’t he thought it through? Maybe the Englishman had felt pressured and was now trying to find some form of normalcy in their relationship that was growing more complicated by the minute. Perhaps he was over thinking things…? Shit. He wasn’t good with this kind of thing. It was like a switch had been flicked and he was suddenly going into panic mode.
His eyes shot up to meet Tom’s, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips. Oh, he definitely liked that idea. The Australian shuffled back off the bed, gaze sweeping over the other appreciatively. Taking a moment to access his messed sleeping pants, he shrugged. He had more important things to think about than the stickiness and the obviously aroused Englishman was taking up a huge portion of his thoughts. Chris moved forward, helping Tom to his feet easily.
‘I don’t think we’ll end up any cleaner,’ he remarked, hands sliding down the pale torso before him. ‘But I sure as hell don’t mind trying…’
Tom shrugged off his unbuttoned shirt, the collar damp from his hair. His body gave an involuntary shiver as the larger hands ran down him, and he quickly took them into his own. “If you’re not careful, I might not make it to the shower,” he simpered. In lieu of a response he pulled the other slowly into the bathroom, wordlessly releasing his hands and starting the shower again. “Unless you’d rather me take one by myself?” He meant it jokingly of course, but still paused for a reaction.
‘The only way that’s going to happen is if I get to watch,’ he stated, looking over Tom’s back. He stepped forward and trailed kisses over the other’s shoulder. Large fingers found the waist band of his pants and they skirted around the front, teasing with the idea of breaching the garment. The blonde pulled him closer until their bodies were flush against one another, heat passing between their forms. Nipping at the back of the Englishman’s neck, Chris groaned a little.
‘You’re beautiful, you know that?’ He breathed, breath tickling the other’s skin.
Another pleasant shiver ran through him, and his body couldn’t decide whether it wanted to shift back against the heated body or press into the hand at his front, teasing. “Don’t be silly, I’m nothing like you.” He quipped quietly, taking the time to turn around in their close proximity. He pointed a finger up at him and smiled. “Now, not too much funny business Christopher. You’ll need to feed your guest soon.”
‘You’re right…I’m sorry,’ somehow his apology didn’t sound so sincere. He stole a kiss, undoing Tom’s pants. ‘C’mon…I want more of you,’ the Australian uttered, motioning to the steaming shower.
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Chris opened the fridge and while drying his hair, he glanced over his shoulder at Tom. A grin spread across his features. ‘So…what do you want to eat?’ He asked, glowing with a certain amount of satisfaction. Truth be told he hadn’t felt this good in a while. He glanced over at his daughter, who sat playing on the floor with a plush dinosaur. Strangely everything felt in place. Tom in his home, India smiling and healthy…He couldn’t ask for more.
“Anything’s fine, I’m truly starving.” The Englishman’s stomach grumbled as if on cue, and he laughed. “See? What did I tell you?” He leant back in his chair, one hand stirring his tea. It had been a very interesting morning, and he was certainly thankful for it. Chris seemed his usual self, which if Tom really thought about it he hadn’t been in months now. Flashing him a quick smile, he turned to watch the youngster and raised an eyebrow. “She really does like the dinosaurs, doesn’t she? Must be because all the toys are so colourful.”
‘It’s gotta have something to do with all the growling and noises you made around her when she was smaller,’ he mock accused. Chris strolled back over to the bench, placing down what he needed to make a decent omelette. ‘It’s your fault,’ the larger said with a grin. He set to work on cooking them up breakfast, content to cast his loving gaze over the two every once and a while as he did. Eventually he placed a plate down before Tom. ‘There you are…’
The older turned back around with a ‘bless you’ leaving his lips, wasting no time in picking up the eating utensils and eating away. He was always a neat, polite eater (except when it came to chocolate) and watched as the other sat down. “No raw eggs for breakfast? That’s unusual, considering your current shape.” He chewed thoughtfully, swallowed and took another sip of tea, making it all seem like one fluid motion. “And I would like to note the only action I am guilty of is giving your daughter good taste, my friend. I’ve seen some of your tastes.” Tom grinned across the table at him, taking another bite.
Chris chuckled deeply, cutting up a mushroom.
‘Why’s it my taste that comes into question, mate?’ He asked in mock indignation. Scraping the lot into a pan, he “hmph”-ed, his large shoulders moving with the sound. The sounds of eggs cracking shortly followed and he became absorbed in his task. He continued on, adding things as he went, the muscles in his back moving under golden tanned skin. A delicious arouma flooded the kitchen and finally he fetched a plate and served up the omelette and placed it down in front of the Englishman. ‘There you go, angel…’
