Hal x Eric | Hiddlesworth AU
[[I’m so sorry for the delay! I started a new job, moved into a new house, and work positively ATE me, as did writers’ block… Here is the final chapter of Stay Gold, though an epilogue may follow. Thanks for sticking with me, guys!]]
And the rain fell down..
Professor!tom hustler!chris for insouuciant. What are you doing to meeee… >_<
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Pt. I here
Taking advantage of other people isn’t in my nature, nor am I overly conniving by definition.
But I am the kind that hates having an opportunity slip by—especially one enthusiastically thrust into my lap by a willing hand. I mentally gag the little person of reason inside my head and give the room a dramatic, weary sigh; as if relenting actually pains me. God knows I have a penchant for theatrics, can’t really say why. “Very well.”
omfg that fic was so goddamn cute, one of my faves.
As he walks through the doorway to the guy’s hospital room, Tom’s heart jumps into his throat and he feels even more out of place than he did when he first arrived.
He doesn’t even know this kid (well, not so much a kid, considering they’re both well into their early twenties). It was just a freak accident at work and suddenly he had to call an ambulance to make sure the bloke who’d gotten electrocuted wasn’t going to die on them. All he does know is the name Chris Hemsworth. That’d been the name on the papers when he was sorting out the legal end of things.
There aren’t any Hemsworths he knows of in the area, so he can only assume the guy is a university student who’s only here for school.
Tom swallows audibly as he pauses at the foot of Chris’ bed, glancing up as the nurse standing next to the IV drip finishing writing something on the chart in her hands then offers a quick smile before heading for the door.
“He’s awake,” she tells him with a gentle touch on his forearm. “He’ll be fine, just got shaken up a bit.”
And with that, he’s alone in the hospital room with the random blonde university student who’d gotten himself electrocuted at the plant.
Chris makes a quietly disgruntled sound, then rolls his head on the pillow, stunningly blue eyes suddenly locking onto Tom’s. “Heya,” he says, voice sleep roughened. “Thanks, by the way. They told me you were the one who called all the medics in.”
“Oh,” Tom says faintly, quite abruptly aware that the bloke is about ten times more attractive than he’d remembered from the quicksilver flashes of memory from earlier that day. “Ah .. you’re welcome. ‘s the least I could do, you know?”
He offers a smile that’s hopefully less shaky than it feels, and is instantly rewarded when Chris returns it tenfold.
“Tom Hiddleston,” he thrusts his hand out to the one Chris doesn’t have attached to the IV drip. “My day job’s over at the plant and I happened to be on shift when you pissed the outlet off.”
Chris’ fingers wrap around his hand in a startlingly strong grip, returning the gesture amiably. “Chris,” the other blonde replies with a quirked smile. “Chris Hemsworth.”
Tom’s stomach does some sort of odd acrobatics and he licks his suddenly dry lips. Chris’ eyes track the movement and oh … well that’s interesting. He laughs quietly, then lets his hand fall back to his side once Chris lets go of it.
“Uh .. have you got anywhere to go once they let you out?” he ventures cautiously, running a hand through his eternally wild curls.
Chris frowns for a moment, eyes now tracking the movement of Tom’s hand, then shakes his head. “Nah, not really. I’m at university right now, but it’s break and they’ve closed housing for a month so I’m sort of stuck couch surfing.”
Tom’s stomach repeats the movement from earlier, but this time convinces every other intestine to join in. He exhales a laugh, then offers his brightest smile. “I, uh, I’ve got a flat on the other side of town. There’s a spare room that’s free for a couple weeks since my best mate’s on vacation for two months. If you want ..”
Chris’ eyes brighten at the offer and Tom finds he can’t stop smiling even if he wanted to.
“That’d .. actually be really nice,” Chris exhales, the tension in his shoulders slowly evaporating. “Thanks. You’re being ridiculously nice considering I’m the idiot who almost shorted out all your generators. On accident.”
“But you didn’t,” Tom counters, nudging Chris’ forearm with his knuckles. “So no harm, no foul.”
Chris surprises him by grasping his hand again, squeezing it firmly. Tom swallows, digging his fingertips into Chris’ palm.
“Know of any good coffee shops around? I’m almost broke but I’m starved,” he says, and Tom almost pinches himself to make sure he’s not dreaming.
He did not just ask me out. He didn’t. Oh fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.
Chris looks almost apprehensive when they make eye contact again, and Tom immediately gives the hand in his a reassuring squeeze. “Yeah, I know of a couple. And as for the money, I think my boss might be looking to hire another part-timer. If you’re interested.”
It’s not entirely true, but he has a feeling he can use his nearly spotless record at the plant to pull a few favors to get Chris hired on. If he wants.
Chris laughs, a genuine one that has Tom’s stomach in knots yet again. “Yeah, alright. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re some sort of miracle worker. Whaddya say we coax the nurses to let me out of this thing, eh?”
Tom nods, more eager than anything to be able to talk with Chris outside of somewhere that isn’t so empty and sterile.
“Sounds like a plan.”