A birthday present for @grant-spiraltf
Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth had been called in for reshoots on Avengers 4. This was Chris Evans’ last time on set, and he began to tear up. Unfortunately, he also decided to still walk forward, and crashed into Hemsworth. The two butted heads, and made each lose consciousness briefly. They quickly woke up, but Evans had a funny feeling in his mind.
That night, he called up Hemsworth. “Hey! Just wanted to say I’m totally sorry for the incident today.”
“No problem. I actually wanted to call you as well. I’ve been having these feelings ever since we bumped heads.”
“I think I know what you’re talking about. Sexual feelings towards each other?”
“That’s the one! So, what the fuck happened?”
“I don’t fucking know, man!”
“I’m staying in my hotel for the week, sans Elsa and the kids. Why don’t you come over, and we can fuck?”
“Fuck yeah, dude! I’m on my way!” Chris could barely maintain his raging hard-on as he drove to the local Ritz-Carlton. Being a celeb himself had its perks, as he got access to Hemsworth’s room no problem. He had naturally booked the penthouse, so Evans allowed himself to get hard again in the elevator.
The doors opened to reveal Hemsworth standing there, nude. The actors had seen each other naked many times before in the dressing room, but never with erect cocks. Evans had also decided to strip in the elevator.
“Fuck, dude! How do you have sex with that horse cock!” exclaimed Evans.
“I could say the same about you, Mr. Evans!”
“So, what are we doing first?” asked Evans, quite excitedly.
“Despite my massive boner, I need to have foreplay before sex.”
“Ooo! What are you thinking?”
“You can be a sexy cop, and you can arrest me and lock me up.”
Evans started to salivate. “Fuck, man! But do you have an outfit ready?”
“In the trunk in the bedroom closet.” Evans made his way over to it, and got out the costume. He had seen Hemsworth take it with him on their many trips around the world, but always assumed it was an old-fashioned suitcase, that he used out of respect for his ancestors. That part wasn’t wrong, but what was inside would shock them. Every sexy costume imaginable under the sun was in the box, meticulously labelled.
Evans slipped into the costume, which consisted of a leather harness for the top, and a speedo for the bottom, emblazoned with COP on the ass. A belt was also included, with toy props, such as a gun and taser, but also very real handcuffs and a baton. He walked back into the living room and announced, “Chris Hemsworth, I’ll need to book you now. Please, enter your holding cell.”
“Yes, sir,” he replied, as Evans walked behind him, his massive bulge rubbing against his ass. The two entered the bedroom, and Evans locked the door.
“On the bed,” he commanded, “and stick one arm up.” Hemsworth obliged, and Evans handcuffed him to the bedpost. He was quite thankful it had bars. “Let’s do a cavity search, shall we?” Evans slipped out of his speedo, and then forced Hemsworth’s mouth open and shoved his meat staff inside. He moved it all around, pretending to look for any contraband.
“All clear!” he announced. “Now let’s see if you stuck anything up that hot ass of yours.” Evans lubed up his fist, while Hemsworth got himself into position. Evans slowly pushed his fist inside, until the entirety of it was inside. Once he was inside Hemsworth’s ass, he felt around, and once again found nothing.
“All clear,” he announced. “But you’re actually pretty hot. Let’s fuck, and then you won’t get this on your permanent record.”
“Yes, sir!” eagerly answered Hemsworth. Evans lubed up Hemsworth’s cock, and then dropped himself right down on it. There was a nice plop, and then Hemsworth began thrusting. The liquidly lube, combined with Evans’ recently cleaned ass, meant the noise his cock was making was quite squishy, but quite erotic to the both of them. Hemsworth was definitely a grunter, and each thrust was punctuated with a carnal noise that kept Evans rock hard as well.
The smell was overbearing as well, but erotic in nature as well. Neither stud had showered, so their natural man musk from a long day of filming surrounded them, and it only added to the experience. The smell of ass was faintly in the air as well, as Hemsworth did not have an enema recently. Evans had washed his hands, but only with water, so the scent still remained.
“Oh, fuck!” screamed Evans after a particularly intense thrust. “You’re fucking great at this man!”
“No shit!” Soon after Hemsworth screamed that, he cummed. It was a bit out of the blue, and neither man was expecting a massive cumshot. Evans felt the rivers of cum being deposited in his ass, and it started to leak out. Hemsworth was stuck in throes of ecstasy, thrusting still with every spurt of his cum leaving his dick.
Eventually, he stopped ejaculating, and Evans positioned himself so his cock was level with Hemsworth’s mouth. “Open up, stud,” he ordered, as Hemsworth began to suck his co-star off. He was an excellent sucker, using every inch of Evans’ big and meaty cock to accentuate the sensation he was enjoying. The vast amounts of spit and lube in Hemsworth’s mouth made for another loud session, with it sounding like a boat cutting through the water.
Evans took to doing carnal moans now, as he put all of his effort into thrusting his cock down Hemsworth’s throat. Hemsworth also had the added sensation of Evans’ ass leaking cum as he attacked his throat. His chest was covered in it by the time they were done. Hemsworth also tasted Evans’ cock, with the potent mix of sweat and pre-cum coming together for a salty flavour that was absolutely delectable. The two stank even more, but it was still fuel for both of their fires.
Evans then came, exploding in a fountain of cum. He had pulled out and covered Hemsworth’s face in his cum, a creamy and viscous liquid, owing to the fact he hadn’t cum for quite a while. Evans unlocked Hemsworth, and the two started to make out, smearing cum over each other’s faces.
Meanwhile, Kevin Feige was enjoying the live stream from cameras in Hemsworth’s room. It was he who masterminded the incident, and procured a substance that caused insane sexual attraction to the first person they laid eyes on. A Cupid’s arrow, if you will. This was all part of his master plan for Evans, and the rest of the team, to keep doing Marvel movies forever.