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Steve liked his job. Being a mechanic specializing in fixing bikes certainly wasn´t his dream job – that would have been being a full time artist – but overall, he liked his job. It paid the bills, the insurance and usually he would have some money left over at the end of the month to spend on his own bike and leather gear.

So yes, Steve liked his job and he would have been perfectly content to be a mechanic for the next thirty to forty years. But on this Friday afternoon an unusual customer arrived at his workshop.

The first thing Steve noticed was the bike – an expensive European brand he had never seen in his workshop before. The second thing was the owner of the bike who, without a doubt, was the most gorgeous man Steve had ever encountered.

He was tall, really, really tall, with long, blond hair that was propped up into a ponytail under his helmet. His eyes were of a bright blue color, almost unreal. A slight stubble graced his already blessed face. His bicep also looked bigger than most people´s thighs and the stranger´s own thighs would make even the straightest man question his sexuality.

“Are you Steven?” the customer asked with a bright, friendly smile.

“Yes, how can I help?” Steve replied, remembering at the last second that his first name was displayed in the shop´s logo, and that the beautiful stranger probably didn´t have supernatural powers related to guessing people´s name.

“I´m Thor Odinson.” The man offered him a handshake and Steve couldn´t help but notice how big Thor´s hands were. His own hands – not small by any objective metric – looked much less impressive compared to his. Thor´s grip was strong, almost hurting Steve´s fingers as they shook hands.

“Steven Rogers, but call me Steve,” he offered.

“Looks like my bike didn´t like the transport from France. I took it for a ride earlier this day and just noticed that it´s leaking oil,” he huffed, gently slapping the bike as if it was an old, but beloved horse. Steve could understand that; he himself felt very affectionate about his bike.

“I´ll check it.” Steve was rewarded with a kind smile again. He liked Thor already, even though they had only met about 30 seconds ago. “You can pick it up in an hour or two. We close at six today.”

“Thank you, Steve.” His voice sounded incredibly deep. Steve wondered if Thor could actually get even more attractive; he already looked like he was cut out of a movie poster. As Thor left Steve even found himself looking at the other man´s ass. It was a very nice ass, Steve thought, but he still felt bad for doing so.

Thor arrived at the workshop two minutes before Steve would have closed for the day. Steve informed him that the leak was fixed and was about to present him the invoice when Thor already shoved a handful of notes into his hands. Dumbfounded, Steve stared at the money. Thor, apparently, took this the wrong way.

“Is it not enough?” he asked in an apologizing tone of voice. “I´m afraid I will have to get some more cash then.”

“Quite the opposite,” Steve laughed and handed him back some of the notes. “I can´t have people say that I rip off my customers.”

Now it was Thor who looked dumbfounded. He hesitantly shoved the notes back into his pockets (as well as the invoice he didn´t even look at) before walking over to his bike. Steve took the opportunity to marvel at the man´s strong thighs. He only felt a little bad about it; a man like Thor was probably used to being admired.

Steve had never been overly into-your-face with his bisexuality but he sure could appreciate a good looking fella. And Thor was clearly a guy who was used to being around men, he wouldn´t mind the respectful appreciation.

“Do you happen to know any biker bars around here, Steven? I´m quite new in town and wanted to check out some of the local places.”

Thor spoke with a faint accent that Steve couldn´t pinpoint. It was some kind of northern European, probably Slavic accent. It suited him perfectly, adding a little human touch to his demi-godlike appearance.

“Sorry, I don´t think I can help you with that,” Steve replied, taking his eyes off Thor´s body once again. “The bars I know around here are for men only if you understand.”

There was a second of silence while Thor was taking his time to process the implications. A friendly grin appeared on his face.

“I don´t mind visiting some men only bars. Would you be so kind to join me for a beer at your favorite place?” He winked as he spoke. Steve certainly hadn´t expected this day to go like that but he wouldn´t complain.

“Sure. Just give me an hour to shower and change into some clean clothes, will you?”

Thor nodded, his ponytail bouncing over his shoulder.

“I will await you there, Steven.”

Something about the way he said Steve´s name made him tingle with excitement. He quickly typed the address of the bar into Thor´s phone. The other man hummed with approval before putting on his helmet and rolling the bike out of the workshop.

Steve, now in a hurry, closed the workshop, made sure all equipment was safely stored for the night and then quickly headed home. He only had a block to walk to his flat on the second floor. He had lived here for a while now, hesitantly at first because it hadn´t felt like a home at all. But over the time he´d developed a certain fondness of the place. He might not have yet found the place he truly belonged in but he certainly was on the right path.

He stripped out of his clothes. A quick shower would hopefully rinse away the smell of oil and sweat after a long day at work. While the hot water was washing him clean he tried to remember the last time he went on a date. It had been months, probably closer to two years.

Unlike most gay men his age, Steve preferred to date exclusively with the intention of building a monogamous relationship. But after two years of abstinence he felt his body flush with arousal just thinking about the possibilities of this evening. He wondered if he should shave his balls. He decided to do so, just in case.

Freshly cleaned and groomed he made his way to the bedroom. He decided to keep his outfit for the evening simple and understated – dark jeans, a henley shirt that fit a little tightly around his chest and leather boots.

When he arrived, Thor was already on his second beer. A plate with a variety of sandwiches was placed in front of Steve as soon as he sat down.

“I didn´t know what you´d like to eat,” Thor said. “So I just ordered every option there was.”

“Thanks but I´ll eat almost everything.” Steve smiled at the other man who grinned back at him. Thor had opened his ponytail and for the first time Steve noticed how long the blonde hair really was.

Steve ordered a beer for himself and for a minute they were both busy trying the different sandwiches before they settled on their favorite.

“So, you are from France?” Steve asked, not wanting to sit in silence any longer.

“Oh no, I only imported my bike from there. I´m actually Norwegian.” It took Thor only two bites to eat one sandwich. He smiled as he chewed. “You however sound like a born and raised New Yorker.”

“I am.” Steve chuckled between two bites. “I was born in Brooklyn. I actually live only a mile or so from where I grew up.”

“How old are you, Steven?” Thor had rested his head on his palm, watching the other man with a small smile on his lips. He looked relaxed, happy even to sit here and chat with Steve.

“I´m 31.” He tried a BLT sandwich and wasn´t disappointed. “So, what brings you to New York. Are you on holiday?”

Thor shook his hand. His long blond hair fell over his shoulder. It itched Steve to touch it, run his fingers through it and check if it felt as good as it looked. He himself had never tried to grow his hair out but Thor made him want to try.

“No, I´m not. You could say this is part of a midlife-crisis.” He huffed out a laugh and leaned back in his seat, away from Steven. “See, my family owns a very successful company that produces wintersports equipment. Like snowboards, helmets, gloves. I´m the oldest son, so my parents send me to Harvard to study business but instead of working at the family business I decided to do motocross professionally.”

He stopped and grinned when Steve laughed at his first.

“Sorry,” he grinned. “Please go on.”

“You can believe me that my parents weren´t happy about my decision. I´m too tall to become a world-class motocross driver but I participated in tournaments for almost ten years. Since I´m 36 now and never seriously hurt myself, I thought I didn´t want to overdo it. After the end of the last tournament season I retired and decided to do a roadtrip through the states to...,” he shrugged, “to find myself, I guess.”

Steve leaned against the table, smiling at Thor reassuringly.

“I hope you find what you´re looking for.”

“Yes...” Thor sighed deeply before the usual friendly smile returned. “I have told you my whole life story but I know nothing about you. Please, tell me about yourself.”

“There´s not a lot to tell.” He shrugged. “I´m a mechanic that specializes in fixing bikes. I opened my shop about a year ago, before I was in the army.”

“You were a mechanic in the army?” Thor leaned forwards again and Steve had the chance to gaze into those bright blue eyes. He couldn´t find a single flaw, it was almost unreal.

“No, I actually was a soldier. I only became a mechanic after I left the army.”

“Ah, I see.”

Steve furrowed his brows. “Is there a problem with that?”

“No, I was just thinking about that´s where your haircut came from.” Thor raised his arm to touch the other man´s hair. “I don´t mind if a man decides to join the army. That´s his choice and should be respected.”

Steve nodded. “Sorry. It´s just that most people in the New Yorker queer scene are very... against the army.” He had learned the hard way that while many gay men had a fetish for soldiers they were actively against helping the real soldiers after they returned from war traumatized or wounded.

“I was under the impression that the Don´t Ask, Don´t Tell guidelines have been repealed? So why would they be against a gay man serving?” Thor spoke with a naivete in his voice that sounded less like real ignorance and more like a polite chance for Steve to discard the topic if he wished to.

“American politics seem to be very polarizing. There´s no room for gray opinions, only black and white. Not a good topic for tonight, though.”

When he looked over to Thor he found the other man grinning at him again. It never looked fake on Thor, maybe he was just a very happy man. Or maybe – Steve didn´t allow himself to think too hard about that – it was Steve´s company that made him so happy.

“I´m sure we can find a better topic for tonight, Steven.”

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It turned out, Thor´s idea of a good night out consisted of listening to Steve ramble about the history of art and motorbikes for three hours while drinking about a gallon of beer and later having Steve talking him out of riding his bike home and instead taking a cab.

It was glorious, though, and Steve still felt the smile on his lips when he returned home that night. He forced himself to wait at least half an hour before he sent Thor a text to check if he was okay.

Thor reciprocated by dropping by at the workshop at the next day, asking Steve out to a proper restaurant.

“Not tonight,” Steve said apologetically. “I´ll see a friend tonight, but tomorrow I´m free. The shop is closed on Sundays.”

“I had planned to do some sightseeing tomorrow.” Thor grinned at him again, making Steve wonder if Thor was that friendly towards everybody or only towards him. “I would be honored if you´d join me.”

Steve smiled. He liked the way Thor talked, always using big words even if it meant slightly misusing them. He wondered if he would sound similar if he tried to speak Norwegian as a foreigner.

“I´d be an honor for me to accompany you,” he replied with suppressed laughter. “We have to be up early if we want to beat the other tourists to it, though.”

“I don´t mind getting up early if it means spending the day in such gorgeous company.” Thor winked at him again and by now Steve was entirely unsure if Thor was actually flirting or making fun of him.

The sightseeing tour the next day brought more questions than answers. Thor was extremely friendly towards every guide, waiter and barista but never flirted with them the way he did with Steve, even though there were plenty of opportunities. One barista – a beautiful young woman with long, blonde hair and freckles – even tried to give him her number. Thor declined politely, simply taking his coffee and leaving the shop.

They followed the typical tourist program – the statue of liberty, central park, Empire State building, Rockefeller Center. By the end of the day Steve could barely walk anymore and Thor didn´t seem to do any better.

They decided to get some higher quality fast food (Steve lived in Brooklyn long enough to not trust the cheapest pizza places) and have a drink on a rooftop bar with an amazing view of the skyline of Manhattan.

“It truly is a beautiful city,” Thor smiled, sipping his drink. “My brother didn´t exaggerate.”

“Your brother?” Steve had to lean back, his feet could barely touch the ground without pain anymore. “Is he like you?”

Thor grinned.

“What am I like?”

There was no malevolent intent in his voice, he looked relaxed and a little tired from the day.

“Kind, handsome, adventurous?” Steve offered mockingly.

Thor laughed so loudly that a few of the other guests turned around to shoot him a glance.

“That is very kind of you, Steven, but no, my brother is nothing like me. Actually, we couldn´t be more different. Loki is... he is a free spirit, so to say. He likes to be the center of attention and he has this... bohemian vibe to him.” He gulped down half of his drink in one go, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Do you have any siblings?”

“No, sadly. I´d loved to have a lot of younger siblings.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” Thor laughed. “They would have probably driven you insane.”

They both went quiet for a while, watching the sunset and tasting the breeze of an early summer. Steve felt content being like this. Thor was good company and even if whatever this was between them never turned into more, he would still be happy for their companionship.

“I have decided to go on a roadtrip,” Thor said after a few minutes of silence. “Down the Route 66. I will bring my bike to Chicago and then go straight to Los Angeles from there.”

Steve nodded, trying not to look disappointed about how soon Thor planned on leaving again.

“I always wanted to do that. When I was 18, I attempted to but I ran out of money before I even reached Oklahoma City.” He laughed quietly at the memory. “And if I remember correctly I was almost getting eaten alive by bedbugs every night.”

“You are always free to join me.” Thor looked directly at him across the table. He smiled a little but it was a genuine invitation.

Steve sighed, his heart growing heavy from Fernweh.

“I´d love to but I don´t think I can close the workshop for a whole month.”

“Then don´t,” Thor responded enthusiastically. “Take two weeks off and take a plane from Los Angeles back to New York. I will bring your bike back a few weeks later.”

He grinned at that proposal. A roadtrip with Thor sounded like the best summer pastime he could imagine.

“We can share a room if you´re worried about the monetary aspect,” Thor offered. Steve had never seen him so overly eager.

“Alright, alright,” he laughed. “You have convinced me. I hope you don´t snore.”

“I hope you don´t snore!” Thor huffed and raised his glass.

A bit under three weeks later Steve and his bike arrived in Chicago, Illinois. Thor had left New York City a week earlier to do some sightseeing in Chicago. He showed up in a new, light brown leather jacket that went well with his blond hair and blue eyes.

“Steven!” he laughed, slamming his big hand down on Steve´s shoulder. “It´s good to see you here. I have missed you, my friend.”

Steve realized he had already forgot how attractive Thor was. In his memories he was beautiful, but in real life Thor was stunningly beautiful. It felt good meeting him again, even though they had only been separated for a week.

With the minimum amount of luggage possible they started their roadtrip at the Jackson Boulevard, passed the Jacob Henry Mansion and finally left the city behind them. It took Steve a few hours to get comfortable driving outside the city – which for Thor apparently meant driving as fast as possible – but he quickly learned to let his mind wander and just enjoy the ride.

They made it to Missouri on their first day. Steve felt exhausted after the unusually long ride so he didn´t object when Thor decided on a nicer hotel with a hot tub and English breakfast.

When they first checked in into their room it dawned on Steve that he would spend the next two weeks exclusively with Thor. And there was a very high chance he would see him walking around in underwear, as neither of them wanted to waste precious luggage space on pajamas that would have become too hot anyway.

Steve had never had a problem being around other men without making them uncomfortable. On the other hand, he had never been as attracted to another man as Thor. So he silently vowed not to try anything that could make Thor uncomfortable, as he still was unsure whether or not Thor was actually interested in him as well.

They went out for an early dinner and spent the rest of the evening strolling around the city. When they arrived back the hotel, Thor suggested they could use the hot tub before the indoor pool area would close down for the night.

Dressed in nothing but cheap white robes and swimming trunks they made their way to the pool area. Since they were only about twenty minutes left until it would be closed down they were the only guests.

Thor immediately got rid of his robe and slipped into the hot tub. He let out a deep, satisfied sigh. Steve – adamant about keeping the promise to himself not to stare at Thor, even though he wanted to do so badly – entered the hot tub from the opposite site. The water turned out to be hotter than expected. His strained muscles relaxed. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes for a second.

“We should visit the Meramec Caverns tomorrow,” he suggested after a few minutes of comfortable silence. “I read in a tourist guide that they are over 4 miles long.”

“Don´t tell me you read a tourist guide for Route 66,” Thor laughed. “It´s more fun to just enjoy the moment, not to plan where to stay and when to go.”

“I just don´t want to miss the biggest attractions!” Steve squirted water in Thor´s direction. The other man ducked and within seconds they were engaged in a vicious water battle.

They were still grinning and teasing each other when the staff asked them to leave a little later. Steve was pretty sure Thor would have slept naked if it hadn´t been for his roommate, as he refused to wear anything else but boxershorts while brushing his teeth and drying his hair. When they finally slipped under the covers Steve felt as happy as exhausted.

People had attested Steve nearly super-human self-control in the past. But he still only managed to behave himself for three days. At the end of their fifth day on the road they had made it to Texas where they agreed to spend the night.

“I could eat a horse!” Thor exclaimed after they checked in into the little motel.

“There´s a steakhouse nearby that serves 72 oz. Steaks,” Steve offered. He still had not given up on the Route 66 guide he bought in New York before his departure.

“I don´t understand American metrics. Is that a lot?”

Steve chuckled.

“It is. We might have to share.”

Thor grinned at him in that way he only ever smiled at Steve.

“Sounds good to me.”

Forty minutes later they were marveling at the biggest steak they had ever seen – but not for long as Thor started eating so quickly as if he literally wanted to eat a horse. After a hearty meal of steak and potatoes Steve leaned back in his chair watching his companion and allowing his eyes to wander a bit.

“You´ve already seen so much of America and I still know next to nothing about your country,” he said.

“Norway! Yes, you would like it there,” Thor replied. “It certainly isn´t as wide and free as the States but I have embarked on several roadtrips through fjords and mountains so beautiful you could not imagine them, Steven. I´d love for you to visit Norway one day.”

“I will,” Steve promised with a smile and meant it.

“Don´t bother buying a guide before that trip,” Thor teased with that grin again. “I will be your personal guide showing you all the best places and fish restaurants.”

There was something about the way Thor spoke that made Steve´s skin tingle with arousal. He swallowed hard and replied something noncommittal that he couldn´t remember five seconds later. Luckily, Thor was already busy paying their bill as he insisted in paying for both of them. Steve let it slide because Thor clearly enjoyed treating Steve to a nice steak.

They took a stroll back to their motel as they had done half a dozen times before.

“Can I ask you something personal, Steven?” Thor had shoved his hands deep into his pockets. He had looked so lost in thought during the walk that Steve didn´t want to disturb his thoughts.

“Sure.” They were about three minutes from the motel so Steve figured it couldn´t be something important that required a long explanation.

“Do you not find me attractive?” The way Thor looked at him told Steve that the other man was not joking. “Or do you prefer us to stay friends?”

Steve needed a second to collect his thoughts, Thor´s questions having caught him completely off-guard. He wanted to tell the other man that he found him very attractive, that he had trouble keeping his eyes off of him during the evenings at their shared rooms. But instead he just asked:

“Why are you asking me that?”

“You have not reciprocated any of my advances.” Thor´s voice was calm but his eyes looked sad. Steve had always been good at spotting someone´s true feelings but obviously he had missed an important detail or two when it came to Thor.

“I wasn´t sure how to interpret them,” Steve explained, licking his lips before asking the next question. “Do you want us to be more than friends?”

Thor grinned at him.

“Yes, Steven. I´d want that.”

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The start of their relationship wasn´t cinematic. There was no envy, no love triangle, no miscommunication, no love confession in the rain after a big fight. There were just two adult men grinning at each other like idiots on the way back to their motel after sharing their first kiss. But Steve wouldn´t want it any other way.

“Have you ever met anyone who didn´t think you were attractive?” he asked as he unlocked the door to their room.

“No,” Thor replied with a smile. “But most of the time I don´t care if someone finds me attractive.”

“Why were you worried then that I wouldn´t find you attractive?”

“Because you didn´t reciprocated my flirting at all!” Thor said in a way as if that should have been obvious to Steve. He got rid of his boots and made his way over to the windows.

“You flirt with everyone. How was I supposed to know you really meant it?” Steve laughed, too happy to care now about past misunderstandings.

“I do not flirt with everyone,” Thor huffed in return, closing the curtains with a certain haste that was rather unusual for him. “I´m merely being friendly. Have you not noticed how I declined the advances of the waitress a few days ago? Or how I tried to wear as little clothing as possible around you?”

“I have.” Steve felt himself grinning again as he sat down on the bed. “I just didn´t think you meant it in a provocative way.”

“You think too highly of me,” Thor replied with a smirk that hinted on his intentions.

“Maybe you should rethink your approach to flirting,” Steve mocked playfully.

“My methods have never let me down as far as I can remember.” Fair enough, a man like Thor could probably rely on his handsome face and bulging biceps alone to get a date.

“Why are you closing the curtains?” It wasn´t really dark outside, yet, and Thor usually enjoyed watching the sunset.

“Because I plan on doing things to you not meant for the eyes of strangers.” Thor leaped onto the bed, grabbing Steve´s shirt and kissing him with a passion that surprised both of them.

Steve´s eyes closed shut, he was completely focused on kissing Thor with all he had until the heat that had been steadily rising in his groin could not be ignored any longer. He broke the kiss to get rid of his shirt. Thor was happy to assist him and somehow got rid of his own T-shirt in the process.

For the first time since they started this roadtrip, Steve allowed himself to take in the sight of Thor´s chiseled upper body. His arms, his shoulders, his neck, his chest, his abs – he was a walking wet dream and he knew it.

He also seemed to know no hesitation, sucking marks into Steve´s skin while his fingers explored the other man´s body. Steve moaned, half because he wanted to let Thor know how good his touch felt, and half because he couldn´t help it. He yanked Thor back to kiss him once more; this time, their kiss was wet and whispered of great pleasures yet to come.

It was unusual for Steve to immediately take his partner to bed. In the past he had been rather hesitant when it came to sex. He had grown up in a catholic household and many of the religious values of his mother were still present in his life today. Right now, however, he couldn´t bring himself to hold back. He wanted and wanted and wanted, and there was no doubt in his mind that Thor would be willing to give him all that and more.

They pressed against each other, both feeling the heat and the want. It wasn´t only his dick that was aching with lust, it was his whole body that drove Steve insane. Every little touch was a new flavor of lust, an animalistic desire he had caged for too long. It was their sameness that attracted Steve. He found himself in Thor who mirrored his desire. Something that he had never felt with anyone, neither man nor woman.

Thor´s fingers found a nipple and pinched it hard. In return, Steve let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a scream which in return lead Thor to rub his groin against Steve´s hip. He yearned to touch and let one hand slide into Thor´s jeans.

Now it was Thor who was moaning, thrusting against Steve´s hand as he made his way down. God, Thor was big, and that was coming from someone who never had to compensate for anything, either.

Impatiently, Thor yanked down both his jeans and his underwear in one go, his cock springing free. Without a second thought, Steve pushed his partner onto the bead. Thor immediately spread his legs as Steve´s mouth was making its way downwards, licking the perfectly chiseled abs.

His tongue reached the base of Thor´s dick. As he rubbed his thumb over the tip to pull back the foreskin he felt the pre-cum, sticking his tongue out to taste it. It had been ages since Steve last slept with a man but right now he felt no hesitation when going down on Thor. This was what he wanted, what he would have fantasized about if he hadn´t been so busy concealing his feelings for the other man.

And luckily, Thor was a very thankful partner, letting out groans and small moans of appreciation. He pulled Steve´s hair lightly, never forcing him to go deeper but also not letting him get away, either.

Not that Steve would ever want to get away – quite the opposite. He pressed his tongue against the underside of Thor´s cock before leaning forward and letting him slide deep inside his throat. He gagged when the tip hit the back of his throat, a tear running down his cheek. Lord, this was perfect!

Thor shifted on the bed as if he wanted the other man to stop but Steve just grabbed Thor´s hand that was still resting at the back of his head. He moaned around the cock in his mouth, spit and pre-cum running down his chin as he did so. He wanted Thor to know he loved being in this position; the weight and feel of Thor´s cock on his tongue was intoxicating. Steve´s own erection strained against the sheets as he took the whole length, more than he had ever taken before.

When he started bobbing his head, gagging every time, Thor began to guide his motions more. Steve noticed how the muscular thighs next to his head were shaking from pleasure. It was a fascinating and strangely arousing sight.

“Yeah, just like that, Steven,” Thor groaned, his voice dark and husky. “Just a little more...”

They weren´t loud but Steve still could only focus on Thor´s ragged breathing. After a minute it became faster and faster, right in time since Steve´s jar started to ache. Not that he would have stopped because of that, but by now his own cock was desperately demanding attention.

Thor came with a deep groan. He might have warned Steve to pull back but it wouldn´t have mattered anyway. Steve swallowed it all, the salty cum running down his throat and dropping from his lips. He rolled onto his side, breathing heavily. Thor was still watching him, his bright blue eyes half closed.

Steve couldn´t bear it any longer; he reached down and started jerking his cock while he took in the sight before him. Thor – his boyfriend! - sprawled out on the bed with droplets of cum still leaking from the tip and falling onto his perfect abs. If he weren´t so horny Steve might have considered that he might be dreaming.

It took Thor only a second to close the space between them. His massive body was pressed against Steve as he bit down into his shoulder. Thor whispered something into his ear that Steve couldn´t understand – it might have been Norwegian – before he started jerking him off. Steve´s cock was caught between their hot, sweating bodies. It was twitching in Thor´s giant hand.

With a moan that came out far louder than expected Steve started fucking Thor´s fist. There was enough lubrication thanks to the pre-come. Thor´s fingers formed a circle perfect to thrust into. Their eyes met. Steve leaned closer for a messy kiss but just as their lips met, Thor pushed one thigh between his legs, providing some additional friction for Steve´s sensitive balls.

It was heaven. Whoever reduced sex to the mere act of penetration obviously never had a lover as skilled as Thor. Steve came undone in his arms and he would have done so even if it hadn´t been two whole years since his last encounter.

Long minutes of silence, sweat drying and heartrates going back to normal followed. Steve had pushed his face against Thor´s shoulders and Thor´s hands rested on Steve´s stomach. The air smelled like sex.

“Where did you learn that?” Steve said into the comfortable silence between them. He didn´t feel the need to change anything, he just wanted to lay here and feel Thor´s warmth next to him.

“Lots of practice,” Thor groaned, sounding like he had almost fallen asleep. “Lots and lots of practice.”

Steve pressed a small kiss against Thor´s cheeks. He had to admit, he enjoyed being able to do that after almost a week of nonstop longing. He was comfortable with Thor. His feelings were not overwhelming or confusing like the first crushes on men he had developed in the past. He didn´t feel the need for over-the-top love confessions or anything like that. No, he simply enjoyed himself and the simplicity of every interaction with Thor. It all came naturally to Steve.

“Do you want to take a shower?”

“Guess I´ll have to.” Thor suppressed a yawn before his usual smile appeared back on his face. “Do you want to join me, Steven?”

“I´d be honored,” Steve mocked and both men laughed at the little joke.

The following days their roadtrip became even more pleasant. They visited New Mexico – to Thor´s big surprise they had to set their clocks back an hour as they entered the Mountain Time Zone – followed by Arizona and finally entered California on their twelfth day. The evenings were filled with dinner dates, art installations or history museums Steve wanted to visit, and more blowjobs than Steve had ever received before in his life.

They had decided not to visit Las Vegas on their way but on their 13th day, just a few miles from San Bernadino, California, Steve´s bike decided to stop working and with the limited tools at hand he wouldn´t be able to fix it on his own.

Thor called a tow truck and at the nearest bike shop they were told to leave the bike until tomorrow when it would be fixed again. They had planned to arrive in Santa Monica this evening so that they could enjoy the whole next day at their destination before Steve would have to take a late night flight back to NYC. But the universe had other plans for them, it seemed.

“Less than 80 miles,” Steve growled as they sat down in Mitla Café, a long time Route 66 classic according to Steve´s Route 66 guide. “We could be swimming in the ocean by now.”

“You worry too much, Steven,“ Thor replied cheerfully. He was studying the little booklet while his knees gently brushed against his boyfriend´s. “It says here that there´s a Wigwam hotel in the area. We could spend the night there. Oh, and the Robert And Frances Fullerton Museum Of Art is located nearby.”

He expectantly looked at Steve who couldn´t help but smile a little. If it wasn´t typical for Thor to try and make him feel better immediately, then what was?

“Fine, let´s sleep in a tent and visit the museum.” He stretched his shoulders, trying to shake off the frustration. “I love art museums, you know? As a kid I always dreamed of seeing some of my artworks hanging on these majestic walls.”

“You wanted to be an artist?” Thor sounded surprised.

“Yeah...” Steve avoided his eyes, looking out of the window instead. Sometimes he had to remind himself that he liked his job as a mechanic. It paid the bills, the insurance and his bike. His mother would have been happy to learn that her son could take care of all those important adult responsibilities. “But it was the dream of a little boy with asthma. The way things turned out is fine.”

“When you come to Norway we can visit the National Art Museum,” Thor suggested.

Steve felt a sting in his heart. Norway, of course... he hadn´t thought about how soon Thor would leave the United States again. It already pained him to let his boyfriend leave.

“That would be great,” he said and forced a smile. If Thor noticed that it was fake he didn´t comment on it, mainly because their food was being served at just this moment.

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They left the wigwam hotel in the early hours of the morning. Or – according to Thor – the bloody middle of the fucking night. They had picked up Steve´s bike the last evening but it had been already too late to drive all the way to Santa Monica.

Steve felt the power of the machine underneath him, the cool wind of a morning breeze. Thor´s bike was roaring right next to him, the two of them racing each other on their way towards the ocean. He felt happy. Alive. Free. That´s probably why Thor came here in the first place, to feel like a young and careless man one last time before he decided how the rest of his life would play out.

The thought of Thor leaving soon made Steve´s heart ache. It had only been a few weeks but Thor´s mighty presence next to him had become a constant in his life he didn´t want to miss anymore.

At this early hour the streets were still empty. Steve felt the tension rising in his chest, his heartbeat going up. And then suddenly the city opened up for them and they found themselves at the Santa Monica Pier with the early morning sun shining onto the beach.

The smell of the ocean greeted the two men as they parked their motorbikes. Thor was already undressing on his way towards the water with Steve shortly behind him. A minute later they dove into the warm pacific ocean.

As the sun was rising more and more people started appearing at the beach, some swimming, some walking, some jogging. The city had awakened. The smell of coffee and food lingered in the air, mixing with the sound of tenthousands of cars making their way towards the offices.

Steve left the water first. He forgot to bring a towel so he just sat down in the sand and let the morning sun dry him. Thor joined him half an hour later and for a few minutes they just sat in silence.

“What a trip,” Thor said, grinning even more than usual. With his long, wet hair and sparkling blue eyes he looked like a big dog that only recently took on a human form.

“Did it work?” Steve asked, looking at the other man directly. Even though he had just spent two weeks basically nonstop in the presence of Thor he still couldn´t avert his eyes. It was the energy that Thor extruded that was people drawing towards him, Steve thought to himself. A strong body with a kind heart and a hunger for life.

“Did what work?” Thor lifted one hand to his forehead to protect his eyes against the sun. His skin had browned during the last few days, giving him the sun-kissed look of a surfer.

“Did you find yourself like you planned to?” There was no mockery in his voice as he asked. Steve liked Thor a lot. More than he had liked anyone in the past ten years. And if one thing lied in Steve´s nature then it was his desire to see other people being happy.

“I don´t know.” Thor sighed, leaning back and letting his eyes wander. “I really don´t know.”

The short silence that followed was a little uncomfortable.

“Maybe,” Thor finally said. “But in a different way than expected.”

His fingers brushed Steve´s hand, a small, comforting gesture meant for Steve alone and for nobody else to see. They had avoided kissing in public so far. Not that Steve minded but for a second he thought it would have been nice if Thor had just leaned over and kissed him to ease the tension of the looming farewell. A silly thing to worry about, he scolded himself.

“Maybe you will see things clearer after we had breakfast,” Steve teased and like he hoped it caused Thor to bark out a laugh.

They got dressed again, got onto their bikes (only after Thor had bought a souvenir at the 66 to Cali kiosk shop) and started looking for a place to eat. Steve´s Route 66 guide recommended Red Hills Coffee Shop that served inexpensive American breakfast.

“I can only check into the hotel at 2 PM,” Thor said checking his phone while they waited for their scrambled eggs. “What do you want to do before we go there?”

“The Getty Art Museum opens at 10 AM.” Steve tried a sip of his coffee and grimaced. It was strong enough to wake up a sleeping elephant.

“Another art museum?” Thor teased. “We have only visited like twenty during the last two weeks. I mean, they are educational and everything but what´s so special about them that you want to visit them all the time?”

“I just... like them.” Steve shrugged but knew immediately that this answer would not suffice. He was generally honest with his feelings. And still, talking about art felt like revealing a very personal side of him. He avoided directly looking at Thor as he continued.

“As a child I always dreamed of becoming an artist. I would spend the days inside the art installations because my health didn´t allow me to rumble with the other boys outside. And I would imagine the feeling of having my own art showcased there, my own exhibition. People from all over the country would come here, even pay an entrance fee just to admire my art.”

“Why didn´t you become an artist then?” Thor kept his smile neutral and polite. Whatever was going on inside his head – he clearly didn´t want Steve to know.

“I already told you I never wanted to become a starving artist. My mum wouldn´t have wanted that kind of life for me. She ran away from home to marry my dad and after he died she lived in poverty due to my health issues and later her own health issues.” Steve decidedly shook his head. “I like my job. It pays the bills, the insurance and I have enough left over to buy a bike.”

Thor didn´t reply anything just nodded and drank his coffee in silence.

They spent the morning at the museum before making their way downtown. Thor checked in into his hotel – after two weeks in cheap motels he obviously wanted to splurge again – and the two men brought Thor´s bag upstairs. Steve would take the last flight to New York this evening.

“I need a shower,” Steve proclaimed as soon as Thor had closed the door behind him. The smell of the sea water had followed them all day. Steve could still taste the salt on his skin. His mother had been a nurse and therefore had been trained her whole career to keep things tidy and meticulously clean, a habit that had rubbed off onto Steve as well.

“Want me to join you?” Thor grinned, a far dirtier grin than usual.

“It is your room,” Steve said with a soft smile. “I can´t possibly tell you what to do in here, can I?”

They entered the bathroom together. And what a bathroom it was! Steve had slept at a lot of cheap motels, sometimes he even found a cockroach in the sink, but even the cleanest, most well-meaning motel could not compete with this bathroom. It was surprisingly spacious and the cleaner smelled like fresh citrus fruit. White towels, soft like a newborn, were conveniently placed next to the shower. A rainshower head, as Steve noticed.

“Is something bothering you?” Thor asked. He had already started undressing himself while Steve still admired the luxurious facilities.

“No, sorry.” Steve hastily undid his belt. “This is just the nicest bathroom I have ever seen in my life.”

“Is that so?” The other man turned on the rainshower and closed the showercurtains so the water wouldn´t spray onto Steve who was still undressing.

“Not everyone´s parents own a successful company, remember?” he mocked, trying to overplay his embarrassment from being so impressed with a bathroom. He joined Thor who was already massaging shampoo into his long, golden hair. Steve had to take a moment to take in his beauty again. He prayed to God he would never get tired of this sight.

Thor pulled him closer so that their bodies were pressed against each other – hard muscle, heat radiating off of the skin, a sudden flash of excitement. Then Thor started to gently rub shower gel onto Steve´s shoulders, then his chest, his abs, his thighs, his....

Steve moaned with a hedonism that was entirely uncommon for him. He had been single for ten years and it seemed like his body wanted to make up for all that time of celibacy. He turned around to give his boyfriend better access to his back and Thor took his sweet time to clean him all over. By the time he was done Steve was hard and aching. But self-control had always been his strength so he let shower gel pour into his palm and repeated the process with Thor´s body as well.

The impulse to kiss each other came to them at the same time, their bodies colliding from the eagerness of their kiss. Steve´s hands were fisting his boyfriend´s long curls, Thor´s fingers were digging into Steve´s ass simultaneously.

“We should get out of the shower,” Thor groaned, his erection already standing to full attention. “Don´t want us to slip and hit our heads in the heat of the moment.”

A mere two minutes later they were laying of the bed, Steve licking the other man´s cock while fucking himself onto Thor´s fingers stretching him. Thor groaned as his dick hit the back of Steve´s mouth, curled his fingers inside and therefore making Steve gag from arousal. He felt Thor´s tongue on his balls, teasing and licking him ever so slightly.

He wanted to stay like this forever – caught in the heat of the moment with no thought spared for the evening, for the inevitable farewell... Thor thrust his hips upwards, pushing deep into his throat. Steve held his breath until his boyfriend pulled back. The salty taste of the precum lingered on his lips.

“I want to fuck you,” Thor groaned beneath him. He pulled out his fingers at the same time causing Steve to flinch from the sudden lack of warmth inside him.

He hesitated for a second as he let Thor´s cock slip out of his mouth. He had always enjoyed it when someone played with his ass, giving him that burning pleasure of being filled. But those had always been fingers or very small toys. And while Steve had topped other men he had never bottomed for someone before.

With a gentle stroke of Thor´s cock he turned around to look at his boyfriend. Thor was well endowed, even giving blowjobs was difficult for Steve. There was no way he would be able to take Thor without proper preparation which simply wasn´t possible here in this hotel room.

“Not today,” he replied, slowly rubbing Thor´s cock against his rim. His own erection twitched. “I have to get on a long flight tonight and I would prefer being able to sit straight for that.”

Thor barked out a laugh. “Alright. Then I have something to look forward to when we meet again.” He moved his hips again to drag his cock along Steve´s rim. The urge to kneel infront of him and just let Thor fuck him was getting overwhelming and Steve had to remind himself that it would be pretty painful without the necessary preparation.

“Fuck my thighs instead,” he said.

Thor leaped forwards, kissed him hard, then pushed him back to get into position. Steve got on all fours, his head spinning from arousal. He could feel Thor shifting behind him. He rubbed some of the shower gel onto the inside of Steve´s thighs then quickly discarded the small bottle and placed himself directly behind him. His cock slipped between Steve´s thighs (he made sure to squeeze tightly to make his boyfriend feel even better).

For a second Steve worried Thor might pull back again but the next moment he felt big, strong hands grab his sides. Then Thor started to fuck him. His movements were fast and reckless, pulling Steve back onto him for even more friction. With every thrust his erection rubbed against Steve´s balls and his own cock that was leaking precum nonstop.

Steve´s arms were shaking from straining against Thor´s powerful thrusts. And while Steve himself remained mostly silent, Thor was groaning, moaning and swearing in Norwegian. His fingers dug deep into his lover´s skin. Maybe they would leave marks, Steve didn´t care. His entire attention was focused on his cock, just a little more, just a little more...!

He came untouched after only a minute, maybe two if he was being generous with himself. Thor didn´t stop fucking his thighs, though, quite the opposite. He was picking up speed, increasing the friction to a point where it was starting to be painful for Steve. And with a final moan he spurted onto Steve´s stomach and pulled back.

The two men sat in silence for a minute, both trying to recover their breaths. Thor was the first one to roll over. Steve met him halfway for a gentle kiss. The heat that had been driving them into a frenzy just a few minutes prior was gone, what was left was a sensual intimacy that had been missing from Steve´s life for far too long.

Steve could have said how much he had enjoyed kneeling in front of Thor, how much he had enjoyed offering him his body for his pleasure. But Thor didn´t need to be told. He already knew. His hand rested on Steve´s cum-stained abs. Water was still dripping from his hair. Steve could have fallen asleep right on the spot but he didn´t want to miss those precious remaining minutes with Thor. No, he really didn´t.

The rest of the day passed quickly. They spent the afternoon at the Santa Monica Pier that had been mostly closed when they had arrived in the early morning. Thor would stay in California for at least two weeks before he would return to NYC with the two bikes.

After dinner Steve called a cab directly to the restaurant. His luggage stood next to him on the sideway as he said goodbye to his boyfriend. Thor looked at him with those blue eyes and the kind smile that had won Steve over in record time. His boyfriend seemed to loathe this goodbye even more than Steve himself. As the cab stopped next to them, Thor finally let go.

“Have a save flight, Steven.”

Steve just nodded, let the driver take his luggage and closed the door of the car behind him. He watched Thor in the mirror until the cab turned left on the next traffic light and just like that his boyfriend was gone from his sight.

With a quiet sigh Steve settled into his seat. If it was this hard to let Thor go for only two weeks then how hard would it be to see him depart towards Europe again? Steve wouldn´t let himself think about that tonight. No, he would keep up his optimism and look forward to seeing his boyfriend in two weeks.

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What followed were the longest two weeks in Steve´s life. He had left Thor together with his bike in California so he didn´t even have something to distract himself. Whenever he drew or painted he always painted Thor, when he met friends all he wanted to talk about was Thor and when he went to bed at night all he could think about was Thor. It embarrassed Steve how hard and quickly he had fallen for Thor and he longed to share his company again.

Thor sparsely replied to his messages, he was busy sightseeing and exploring the west coast, Steve could understand that. And still he wondered how in the world he was supposed to have a long distance relationship with Thor when it hurt him this much to miss him for only two weeks.

Today, however, Thor had returned to NYC and Steve had spent the entire morning in the kitchen to prepare brunch for the two of them. Thor would leave the States soon enough. It was in Steve´s interest to make the most out of the remaining time they had together for probably a very long time.

He heard Thor coming out of the bathroom where he had showered after the long journey. With a coffee pot in one and a dish wish scrambled eggs in the other hand Steve came out of the kitchen. He smiled at his boyfriend who wore nothing but a loose fitting bathrobe. Droplets of water trickled down his neck.

“Thanks for having me, Steven,” Thor said and reached up to kiss Steve. It turned into a long, drawn-out kiss that spoke of lonely evenings and the joy of a reunion. Steve felt Thor´s Hand creep under his T-Shirt but he held it back.

“Later,” he said with a soft smile. “I´ve already been working out this morning and now I´m starving.”

Thor barked out a laugh. “This I can understand.”

For a few minutes they ate in content silence, their feet touching under the table.

“When will you go back to Norway?” Steve asked after a while.

“Three days from now. Plenty of time before you have to start worrying.” The gentle smile hat returned to Thor´s face but just this once it didn´t help to lift Steve´s mood.

“And when do you plan on returning to New York?”

Thor gave up on trying to make Steve smile and sighed instead. This didn´t sound promising.

“I don´t know, yet. I try to come back six or eight weeks later, maybe nine. I still have not decided what to do with my family´s company and my father has been pressing me for an answer for months now.”

Steve simply nodded. He didn´t know what he could have said to make it better, anyway.

“You are upset,” Thor said with furrowed brows. The look didn´t suit him, Steve liked his gentle smile better.

“Not exactly upset.” Steve ran his fingers through his hair trying to chose the right words. “I´m.... worried. About whether or not it is a smart idea to continue a long distance relationship in Europe and the States. Especially since we have only been dating for a few weeks. No, don´t interrupt me, I´m just trying to tell you... that I´m worried. Nine weeks apart is a long time and I know you have been taking a lot of different people to bed before we met, so I´m wondering if I should ask you to stay faithful to me. Even if it would not make a difference with us being so far apart, I would probably never know anyway...”

Steve was rambling now but he couldn´t bring himself to stop. His heart was so heavy with worry. He liked Thor too much to not overthink this. Thor had listened intently. Now he tilted his head and placed one of his incredibly big hands on Steve´s shoulder.

“I know,” he simply said. “You seem so much more worried about the distance between us than I am. And it is true that I have had many lovers over the years but I´m not 23 anymore. Like any man, I´d love to settle down one day with someone I truly like and whose company I cherish.”

They looked at each other quietly for what seemed to be a long time. Steve hadn´t moved from the spot and neither had Thor´s hand, a comforting presence on his shoulder.

“I don´t think you can decide so soon whether or not I fulfill those requirements. We have met less than two months ago.”

“I know enough about you to make this decision,” Thor replied calmly. His blue eyes seemed to pierce through Steve´s, looking right into his soul. “I know that you´re kind, thoughtful and brave. I know you are dedicated to your craft, your passion and your ideals. I know that I am physically attracted to you and that I still enjoy being around you even if I weren´t. And I know that you are respectful enough to let me make my own decisions.”

Silence hung between the two men once more. Steve carefully pondered every word. Finally he pressed a kiss against Thor´s fingers on his shoulders. It was true – he respected Thor and trusted his ability to make decisions for himself. And at the same time he knew that he could expect mutual respect from Thor for Steve´s own decisions. They weren´t young and inexperienced anymore. And therein laid the beauty of their relationship: both there hearts and their brains agreed that taking this risk was worthwhile.

“You know I will miss you.”

“Our reunion will be even sweeter because you do,” Thor promised with his usual gentle smile. He leaned in for a kiss and Steve met him halfway. They weren´t in a hurry anymore, now that the final decision had been made.

The past two days had been unbearably hot. The streets of NYC felt like a road straight to the deepest circle of hell. People fled from the heat into the buildings. Riding the subway was a chore with its bad AC, the constant smell of sweat and spilled softdrinks.

Steve and Thor had shared the bed – of course – but any physical activity had left them soaking wet. Less than 16 hours remained until Thor needed to depart towards the airport. They had dinner at an expensive rooftop bar since Thor enjoyed the view from New York´s skyscrapers.

Steve felt a little tipsy during the cab drive back to his place but now that they were undressing to take a cold shower (the only way to cool down during this heat) his head was clearing again. One night was all the time they had left together. Steve tried not to loathe Thor´s departure after they had spoken clearly about what they wanted out of their relationship. He trusted Thor to make the right decision and Thor trusted Steve to do the same.

He watched how Thor cleaned himself from sweat and the dust of the city that never sleeps. His boyfriend´s eyes wandered, taking in Steve´s naked sight. Steve made sure to clean himself especially well today. After all, he had special plans for tonight. With a smile, he pulled Thor into a kiss. Even though the water around them was cool Thor´s lips were always hot to the touch. Like a spark of thunder that went right through his slightly opened mouth.

“I want you to fuck me tonight,” Steve whispered against his lips.

“I will gladly do so,” murmured Thor in return, still occupied with kissing.

Their hands started to roam like had done a dozen or more times already. Steve was getting acquainted with Thor´s body, the bulging muscles, the hard edges and the soft lines of his pecs, the trail of golden hair on his abdomen and his cock that already twitched in anticipation. For Steve, Thor´s body was a work of art, sculpted with sweat, iron and dedication over many years. Even though Steve was big himself he would never reach this level of physical perfection. He marveled at the sight of Thor when he was naked and aroused.

The Greek sculptors 3000 years might have preferred men with small packages but the same could not be said for Steve. He wanted to gag on Thor´s cock when he slid down his throat and tonight he wanted to be split open by his boyfriend. Steve already knew he would love it.

A few minutes later they took their foreplay to bed. They had barely dried themselves and the sheets dampened quickly from the missed water droplets. Steve had prepared everything they might need for the special occasion. Lube, condoms and towels had been placed on the drawer, as had an inflatable butt plug, just in case Steve would need more preparation.

Thor´s fingers were already pushing inside and with a small moan Steve rocked back onto them. He felt his hole twitching when Thor pushed a third finger in and since Thor´s hands were anything but small three fingers were already a lot. Not that Steve hadn´t practiced during the last two weeks until he felt confident he would be able to take everything Thor threw had him. But now that Thor put on a condom and smeared lube all over his erection he was still getting nervous.

“What position do you have in mind, Steven?” Thor sounded much less concerned than Steve felt. His confidence calmed Steve´s nerves for a moment.

“I liked kneeling in front of you but we can´t really kiss in that position if that´s alright for you?” Steve couldn´t help but to stare at his boyfriend´s erection that somehow looked even bigger than last time. Heaven, he couldn´t wait!

“We will make it work,” Thor promised, fisting his cock for good measure while Steve knelt in front of him.

Thor grabbed his hips and manhandled Steve in the optimal position. His cock rubbed against Steve´s hole and because Steve was already burning with desire the lube felt incredibly cold against his skin. He relaxed by getting his breathing under control as Thor pushed the tip against his rim. It took a few seconds for Steve to open up to his boyfriend.

Thor pushed in with one smooth, painless motion and Steve´s eyes went wide. He felt... full. In the best possible way. He resisted the urge to place a hand on his lower abdomen to check if it was bulging but of course he knew that this would not be the case even if it felt like it right now. The stretch of his rim was almost unbearably hot and as he focused more on this sensation a moan escaped his lips. Steve was usually quiet in the bedroom even if Thor had learned quickly how to push his buttons.

“Are you alright?” Thor was still holding his hips and his thumbs massaged Steve´s back in small, calming circles.

“Perfect,” Steve replied with a shaky breath. He knew he had practiced a lot but he still hadn´t expected the act to be so painless. But even though Thor took his answer as a hint to push all the way in until their balls were touching each other his body accommodated Thor´s size easily. His boyfriend stilled, still rubbing Steve´s back with his thumbs. For a second Steve wondered how puffy and stretched out his hole must look like from Thor´s perspective and the thought was enough to make him lose pre-cum.

“You can move,” he told his boyfriend. Thor obliged immediately. The first few thrusts were slow and drawn out but once it became clear that Steve wasn´t in pain Thor´s hips started snapping in quicker and quicker motions.

The feeling was divine. Steve´s eyes fluttered shut; he didn´t want to take in any other sensation than Thor fucking into him. He was pretty sure he had never been this aroused in his entire life, his cock bobbing up against his stomach with every thrust. At the same time Steve was sure that he wouldn´t be able to orgasm from just the anal stimulation which was the perfect combination in his opinion: hot enough to keep him rock hard but not enough to push him over the edge quickly. Basically, Steve wanted to stay like this until the end of times.

Thor was picking up speed again. He growled every time Steve let out an encouraging moan or told his boyfriend directly how good he felt. Steve pressed his face into the pillow. His legs strained against the force with which Thor pounded into him even though his boyfriend was still stabilizing his hips by holding them.

“Take me,” he moaned against the sheets. “Take me, I´m all yours!”

And he meant it. Steve felt owned by Thor and loved it. If he had known what it would feel like to let someone else use his body for pleasure he would have been much more considerate with the men Steve had topped before. It was an incredibly intimate feeling as if both their bodies became one. How could he not have noticed this when being on top?

Thor was getting louder which meant that he was close to cumming. Steve braced himself for the last, hard snaps of his hips then Thor stilled. Steve´s own cock was so hard he feared it might just burst from the thought of Thor cumming inside him. They needed to get rid of the condoms next time...!

Steve was being manhandled onto his back, almost too gone to kiss his boyfriend back. Now that Thor had pulled out his ass was feeling cold and empty. He reached down to check and found his hole still open and gaping. At this point Steve didn´t even care about his own orgasm anymore, his whole world had turned into white heat and lust.

But of course Thor wouldn´t let the fun end here. He had already put his mouth onto Steve´s straining erection and within a few seconds he came as well.

They had to lie quietly next to each other and rest for a few minutes before Steve regained the ability to speak.

“That was... good,” he said, still sounding out of breath. “We need to repeat this.”

Thor laughed, he was already covered in sweat again, his hand resting on Steve´s abs.

“I enjoyed it a lot. Much more than I remember.”

Even though the heat was still lingering in the bedroom the two men cuddled up against each other. Steve must have fallen asleep because when he woke up in the early hours of the morning, Thor was spooning him and he didn´t remember doing that last night. His ass felt sore but the feeling of the dried lube on his thighs was the bigger problem.

He tried to quietly make his way into the bathroom to clean himself but Thor was already awake and watching him with half-closed eyes.

“Do you want breakfast before we leave?” Steve asked, leaving the door to the bathroom open.

“Yes. I´d hate myself for not eating your famous scrambled eggs when I find myself hungry during the flight.”

They ate together, not willing to give up the physical contact one second earlier than necessary. Steve called a taxi. Thor´s bike was parked at Steve´s workshop and would be picked up by a forwarding company in a few days. The ride to the airport felt too short, as felt the check-in process.

Thor was the one to initiate the kiss – their first kiss in public! And Steve felt his heart growing heavy even though he had told himself that everything would be fine. Thor smiled his gentle smile again, the one that made Steve fall in love with him.

“Do not be sad, Steven,” Thor said as their fingers intertwined. “I will be back, soon.”

“I know. I will be here and waiting for you.” Steve smiled. He didn´t have to force himself to do it, it just came to him in the moment. Yes, he would wait knowing it would be worth it. “Have a safe journey, Thor.”

He waited until Thor passed the security line. His boyfriend waved at him one last time then he was gone from Steve´s line of sight.