Chapter Ten Flynn

D inner was waiting on a cart in the hall for me by the time I got out of the shower. I'd snuck into Thor's room to steal a shirt after I'd gotten out. With my clothes still dirty from the night before, I figured he wouldn't mind. However, I wasn't about to borrow underwear or shorts without asking. Dudes could be weird about that. So, I just grabbed the biggest t-shirt I could find and free balled. It wasn't like Thor hadn't gotten an eyeful already, anyway. Besides, his shirts were so big that they practically reached my knees. I had my own personal mumu. And, if I was being honest, wearing his clothes was kind of hot.

Thankfully the dinner cart was easy enough to push inside with my scooter and I set myself up in the dining room. I waited for a few minutes, wondering if Thor would show himself. But after a thorough search of the suite, I realized he was long gone. At first, I thought the sight of my naked body had disgusted him so much that he had to run. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized he'd run off probably because he was more turned on than he expected.

Having a crush on a dude was one thing. Getting a boner because of it could be a bit of a shock. Believe me, that surprised me the year I turned sixteen. Up until that point I was all about the girls because I didn't know any better. But the first time I saw my best friend Bobby's cock in the locker room at school… Well, let's just say life was never the same after that.

And Thor looked to be a bit older than me, so I couldn't imagine how much of a shock that could be. Sixteen was hard enough but thirty? Talk about life-altering.

So, figuring he'd be back eventually since you know, he lived there, I sat down at the table and enjoyed my meal. I hadn't gone crazy with my choices, but the hotel didn't exactly have a budget-friendly menu. Their cheapest plate was over thirty dollars. By the time I was done getting dinner I figured a little dessert couldn't hurt and then they had a drink menu with homemade margaritas and before I knew it, I'd ordered damn near an eighty-dollar meal. Hopefully Thor meant it when he said the hotel would cover everything because I'd have to work until the end of time just to pay for a week's worth of meals at this place.

However, the moment I dug into my plate, I realized why it had cost so much. The steak was melt-in-your-mouth tender. To the point where I started to question if what I was eating was beef at all. Even the vegetables and the side of mashed potatoes were so fucking incredible I wanted to cry. My Nana made some amazing food for me, and it was all down-home southern cooking. But this… this was some next level shit. I didn't know food could taste that good ever.

And dessert, while small, was so decadent and perfectly balanced that it didn't leave me wanting. It was a small rectangular cake made of three different colored layers. All of them were soft and velvety surrounded by the richest white chocolate I'd ever tasted. I'm not ashamed to admit that after I put my fork down, I picked up the plate and licked it clean. It was that good.

The margarita was also delicious, made with fresh fruit, and had enough tequila in it to put a fully grown mule on his ass. Needless to say, I babied it until I started to feel dizzy, and then I put it in the fridge for later. It was served in a glass the size of a damn dinner plate, anyway. Obviously, the resort didn't mind getting their guests as sloppy drunk as possible. I'd seen more conservative drinks at a casino.

When I'd finished with everything, I wheeled myself out into the living room and plopped down on the couch. At first, I spent several minutes searching for the television remote, not that I had any idea where the tv might be hiding in the first place. There wasn't one anywhere in the room, but I seriously doubted anyone lived without tv. Eventually I found a remote, but when I pushed the button, I was startled as several shades dropped down over the floor to ceiling windows and shut out all the light from the outside world. When I pushed a second button, a slit opened in the ceiling near the far wall and a massive screen lowered itself into place. I glanced up, noticing the small projector mounted on the ceiling for the first time and smiled when it popped on, a giant picture appearing on the wall.

Well of course Thor had every channel, streaming service, and movie available. Since he hadn't decided to come back yet, I figured it was best to just pick a movie and get on with my night. I started with Disney because that was my childhood. However, the moment the familiar music began to play, I felt my eyelids growing heavy. I scooched down into a more comfortable position, pulled a blanket over me, and settled in.

Before I even got past the opening sequence, I was out.

◆◆◆

I woke up to the sensation of floating. For a moment I thought I was still dreaming, but it was the earthy musky scent of man that made me realize I wasn't. Cracking one eye open, I saw Thor walking through the suite, his bare chest pressed up against my side. He looked a bit worn out, but there was a soft smile on his face, nonetheless. His head tipped and he glanced down at me, but I snapped my eyes closed quickly. For now, I wanted him to think I was asleep. I figured he was taking me to a different room in the resort to sleep for the night.

But when he didn't turn to leave the suite, I felt my heart quicken. Instead, he walked me down the hall toward his own bedroom. Pushing the door open with his foot, he carried me to the bed and laid me down. The mattress was firm, but still soft and comfortable. I cracked my eye open the tiniest bit as he pulled the covers over me. Then he turned to leave.

For some reason, I couldn't let him do that.

"H-Hey," I said in a sleepy voice. "Where are you going?"

He didn't seem as surprised to see me awake as I thought he might. He'd noticed me looking.

"I'm going to sleep on the couch," he replied softly. "You can have my bed. You're my guest after all."

I glanced over my shoulder at the absolutely massive bed surrounding me. I maybe took up twenty percent of it if that.

"You can sleep in here too," I replied, trying to sound innocent. "I don't mind sharing a bed."

"But… I'm a total stranger to you."

"No you're not. We talked during breakfast."

"I…"

"I won't take no for an answer," I replied, pushing myself up. "If you're not comfortable sharing a bed with me, then I'll sleep on the couch. I don't feel right taking over your space on top of everything else."

He hesitated.

"I won't bite," I said. "I swear."

We had a bit of a staring contest for a moment before he finally let out a big sigh. "Alright. But just for tonight. I'll get you your own room in the morning if you want."

I smiled. "So… uh… how big is this bed, anyway?"

"It's a Texas King."

"Christ… I didn't know they made them this big."

"I'm tall," he said simply.

"I noticed." Another long pause. "So… uh… what have you been up to tonight?"

Thor looked suddenly nervous. "I… well… I went on a walk. A very long walk." He came across the room and plopped down on the opposite side of the bed. "It was a long day and I needed to clear my head."

I looked over my shoulder, catching one of his blue-eyed gaze. "Nothing bad I hope?"

"No. Just a lot to deal with at once."

"I'll bet." I paused for a moment. "Did you get it all figured out?"

"I think so. The walk helped me clear my head."

"Uh-huh," I nodded. "So, you spying on me while I jerked off in the shower didn't send you into a tizzy?"

I'd never seen a man go so rigid so quickly.

"I… uh… I didn't… I wasn't–"

He was tripping over his words faster than I thought possible. At the same time his face blushed bright red and he turned away from me, clearly terrified to make eye contact.

"I'm not upset," I replied, cutting him off. "I was just surprised to find that I had an audience."

"I didn't know you were here, and I heard the shower running," he started. "I just wanted to make sure everything was okay…"

"Uh-huh. Of course you did." I took a long pause. "Well, was everything okay to you then?"

"W-What do you mean?"

I sat up, crawled over and kneeled behind him, being careful of my injured leg. "I mean," I said, putting my hands on his shoulders softly. "Did you like what you saw?"

He seemed to almost tremble under my touch. I'd never seen such a large man get so flustered. But I liked it. There was something adorable about his reaction. And of course, I knew I was being forward. However, I failed to see what good waiting around would do me. I only had two weeks before I'd probably never step foot in this resort again. If I was going to give this a shot and have some fun with a giant tattooed muscle-head, then I better get on it, right?

"I… You…" he stammered.

"Go on," I replied, massaging his shoulders. "Just be honest."

"It was… intriguing ."

"Intriguing? You make me sound like a botanical display."

"Sorry…"

"Don't be sorry," I laughed. "If this is making you uncomfortable, we can stop."

"No," he replied quickly. "I like the… shoulder touches…"

Shoulder touches . Man, I must have sucked all the eloquence right out of him just by being this close. I couldn't help but smile. It was cute.

"Well, I liked the fact that you saw me," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "I've never had anyone watch me like that before. It was kind of hot." I leaned close, placing my lips neatly against his ear. "Do you want to watch me again?

A shiver ran through his body, and I already knew what the answer was before he opened his mouth.