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Boys On Film
"Are you serious? If something like that got out - "
"It won't. I promise. This will be the only copy. And after we watch it, we'll tape over it with hockey. Or one of our repeats."
"I'm not sure, Michael. I mean…"
"Oh, come on. You've never had performance anxiety before. And we both know how good you look on film."
Tom smiled slowly. "I do look good, don't I?"
Michael smacked him with the script he had in his hands.
~*~
It took some setting up. Michael had to buy a tripod. And a new linen. And play with the angle and then test it out.
Testing it out was a lot more fun that he thought it was going to be. He was just going to lie on his bed and bounce around to see what he had to work with.
But then the thought of jerking off for the camera entered his brain and when something like that happened, there was no use trying to tell himself no. He'd learned long ago that it never worked.
Who knew that he was such an exhibitionist?
~*~
"Tom," Michael whispered into the phone. "I'm all ready. Everything is go on the launch pad."
"What? Launch? Ohhh. Uh. That. Awesome."
"And I even tested things."
"Tested? What did you do?"
"Nothing. Well, just a little self-exploratory mission. You know. I had to make sure I had all the angles."
Tom snorted with laughter. "This I have to see. I get to watch, right?"
"Uh... No?"
"Come on, you big dork. You told me, now you have to let me watch."
"Fine. I can't believe I told you and you want to see."
When they hung up, Michael buried his face in his hands.
Apparently, his exhibitionism didn't extend to people actually watching what he did on camera.
~*~
Michael was waiting in Tom's dressing room for him. He paced, holding onto the little plastic tape, not willing to let it go, even to just set it down. It had the potential to be too embarrassing.
Tom slipped in, right on time and smiled at Michael. "Hey," he said softly. "What's up?"
Michael looked down at himself and gestured. "Me, apparently."
Tom snickered. "You're such a dork. What's that?"
"Oh, this?" Michael held up the tape. "Just a little something for you."
Tom's face broke into a grin. "Yeah?"
Nodding, Michael held it out. "You have to swear to me, Tom. You're going to guard this with your life."
Tom nodded, agreeing immediately, and tried to take the tape from him. Michael didn't let go. "Swear, Tom."
"God, Mike. I swear. I don't want anyone else seeing you…my eyes only. I get it."
Michael still didn't let go, even with Tom tugging on the tape. "I mean it. There are some crazy people out there…"
Tom smiled. "You mean crazy people that masturbate on camera?"
"Shut up. God! I wish I hadn't told you."
"But just think about it," Tom pointed out in a low whisper. "I'm going to watch this. And you know what it does to me when you do that, don't you?"
Michael nodded and let Tom pull him closer towards him. "It's just…"
"I know," Tom shushed him. "I'm going to love it. And then I'm going to call you while I'm watching it."
Grinning, Michael realized what Tom meant. "Tonight?"
Tom nodded. "Like I'd be able to wait any longer."
Michael laughed and kissed Tom quickly before finally letting go of the tape.
~*~
The phone rang a little after Michael got home. When he checked the Caller ID and saw who it was, he took a deep breath before answering.
He didn't even get to say anything. "Jesus, Mike," Tom whispered.
"Hey, Tom." Tom's breathing was erratic and Michael could hear him swallow heavily over the line.
"What the hell were you embarrassed about? This is just… Do you know how much better this is than normal porn?"
Michael laughed nervously. "You think?"
"Think? You moron. This…God. I'm so hard right now, Mike. I want to touch my cock again. I've already come twice."
"Shit," Michael hissed. He was pretty damn hard himself.
"This tape, Mike. God. You're so beautiful. Your cock looks huge on tape. And I want to just lick it."
Michael groaned and fumbled with the button on his jeans as he sat down on the couch. "God, Tom," he whispered.
"Yeah. God, I love it when you wrap your long fingers around your cock and just stay there, still for a few seconds. The anticipation kills me. Then you bite your lip and look right into the camera before you just go to town."
Michael remembered doing exactly that. He really loved Tom's reaction to it. It wasn't like Tom hadn't seen him jerk off before; there must be something about it being on film.
"Mike, I'm touching myself. Are you? I'm using the same rhythm as you on the tape."
Michael struggled to keep the phone to his ear and his hand on his cock at the same time. "Yeah, I am," he confirmed. "Keep talking. Your voice is just…"
"Oh, and this is where you moan a little and lick your lips. Fuck, Mike."
Tom made a little strangled noise that Michael recognized as the one he made when he came. Michael couldn't hold himself back any longer, and with one final stroke, came all over his shirt and jeans, breathing harshly.
Tom was still panting into the phone. "God, Mike. So fucking hot."
Michael swallowed. "So, what you're saying is that you like the tape?"
Tom laughed. "You could say that. When are we doing ours?"
"How about Saturday?" Michael said after he cleared his throat.
"Yes. Perfect. When should I be there?"
"As soon as you want."
Tom laughed.
~*~
Michael had a hard time falling asleep Friday night. He wasn't really sure when Tom would be there and he couldn't wait. Just the thought of Tom made him hard when they weren't doing anything remotely kinky, and this, in the grand scheme of things, was pretty tame. But add in the camera and Michael could barely contain himself.
Eight in the morning was considered sleeping in for Michael. He got up when he couldn't keep his eyes closed any longer. He stared at the camera across the room from his bed and bit his lip.
A knock on the door, just about an hour later, startled Michael from the television. He'd always loved Saturday morning cartoons and was completely zoned in front of them when the sound came. Tom was a lot earlier than he'd expected.
"Hey," Tom said in greeting. He held up a brown bag and shook it at Michael. "I stopped at Starbucks." He had a drink carrier in his other hand with coffees in it.
"God, you're perfect. Marry me?"
"Well, it is legal in Canada."
Michael moved so Tom could come in the door. "Plus, you give great head."
"I certainly do," Tom agreed with a grin.
When the door was shut, Tom dropped a kiss on Michael's mouth before heading to the kitchen. Michael followed, coffee in hand.
~*~
They ate their silly, pretentious scones and drank their coffee quickly. Tom stared at him the whole time. "So, I brought back the other tape," Tom said. He pulled it out of his pocket and held it out. "I've been carrying it around for a couple of days. I didn't want to leave it anywhere and have someone find it."
Michael took it and shoved it into the pocket of his jeans. He'd tape over it later. With, like, Nickelodeon or something. "God, can you imagine?"
Tom chuckled. "I've watched it enough to do more than imagine. I have that thing memorized."
Michael stared at him. "Any time you want a show, you just have to ask."
Tom grinned and stepped closer. "How about now?"
"You want me to give you a show now?"
"Yeah, but no. I was thinking about our show."
"Smallville?"
"You're such a dork. No. The show."
"Oh," Michael said smiling. "That's what you meant?"
"I've been thinking about it all week," Tom whispered, leaning over the island towards Michael.
Michael stepped around the kitchen island and pressed Tom against it with his hips. "Been thinking about this?"
Tom nodded and slid his arms up to Michael's neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
Sweet and heady - Tom's mouth tasted like sugar and coffee. Michael rocked his hips a little, just to see if Tom would moan for him. He did.
"Let's move this to the bedroom before we get too far," Michael suggested. The camera is all set up."
Tom nodded and then led the way.
~*~
"Just let me hit the record button," Michael said and checked the aim and focus before joining Tom in front of it. They looked at each other for a second, goofy smiles on their faces, until Tom reached for Michael's sweat pants.
"Might as well get naked."
Michael pushed Tom's hands away and hooked his thumbs in the waist band and slid them down. Tom nodded approvingly before unbuttoning his own jeans and pushing them off.
God, Tom was gorgeous. Michael stared as Tom pulled his shirt off and when he stepped closer, Michael reached out to run his fingers across Tom's chest. "So beautiful," he whispered.
Tom tugged Michael's shirt off and wrapped his arms around him before kissing him deeply. Michael moaned and pulled Tom closer until there was no space between them.
He'd virtually forgotten about the camera until Tom whispered, "I think we're too close for the camera."
"Oh, right." And they were. The camera was framed for them to be on the bed, not standing in front of it. The thing might be getting their chests and arms. Michael grinned and sat down on the bed, Tom knelt above him and Michael scooted back.
"Now, it's just getting my ass," Tom snorted.
"But what a fine ass it is," Michael said with a grin.
Tom shook his head and leaned down for a kiss. "Incorrigible," Tom said softly.
Before long, all words were lost as Tom kissed Michael. Michael forgot why he wanted to say anything in the first place. He pulled on Tom's shoulders, wanting him closer; the little space between them was too much. Tom went readily, sliding his hard, muscled body against Michael's.
"Tom," Michael moaned, and arched towards him. Their hard cocks rubbed together and Michael smiled when Tom whimpered.
"Not yet," Tom said as he moved to the side. "Remember, it's a show," he murmured.
Michael's eyes darted to the camera - the red light blinked and he squeezed his eyes shut. Tom's hands slid down his body, tracing muscles, brushing against spots that usually made Michael practically scream. He moaned and pushed towards the fingers and Tom just grinned.
One hand finally slid down to Michael's cock, but only brushed against it. Michael moaned in frustration. "Touch me," he begged.
His eyes were shut, so he didn't see Tom move, but felt him shift and Michael tried to hold himself completely still, but his hips wanted to thrust.
Tom chuckled and then his tongue was on Michael's cock. "Jesus," Michael moaned and he opened his eyes to watch. Tom grinned again before bending his head and taking Michael's cock in his mouth.
Michael couldn't help thrusting. Just a little one and Tom just took it. "God," Michael breathed. He let his hands rest in Tom's hair and when Tom pushed into them, he groaned and thrust again.
So hot, so tight, Tom's mouth surrounded him, driving him crazy. So good, Michael was going to embarrass the hell out of himself on the tape. The thought of that forced him still until Tom swallowed, the muscles of his throat worked against the head of Michael's cock and Michael forgot all about the camera again and let go.
"Tom," Michael whimpered, thrusting one last time and then came, unable to hold himself back any more.
Michael was still panting when he felt slick, cold fingers pushing against his ass. "God, Tom."
"Can't wait," Tom explained and slid two fingers inside of him.
Michael's breath hitched and then he sighed. Tom knew him so well that after only a few thrusts, he was brushing against Michael's prostate. It felt like sparks shooting through him.
"Oh, yeah," Michael breathed and felt himself start to get hard again. Tom's hand wrapped around his cock and helped him along.
"Want you hard. Want to fuck you," Tom said, pushing harder inside him with his fingers, stretching until Michael started meeting each thrust, his hips sliding across the sheets.
"Tom. Now. Fuck me," Michael said impatiently.
The fingers left him and Tom moved again, so he opened his eyes and bit his lip. "Hey, we should move a little."
Tom looked at him like he was crazy until Michael scooted up and Tom didn't have any choice but to follow. "Better angle," Michael explained. Tom nodded and rolled the condom he'd just opened onto his cock. After slicking it, he lined himself up and started slowly pushing inside.
Michael squeezed his eyes shut again until the initial burn went away. He loved the feeling of Tom inside him. When Tom's hips were flush against him, he let out the breath he was holding and relaxed a little as Tom started to thrust.
"God, so good," Tom said breathlessly. Michael met each thrust and he thought the noises he heard were his own, but he really didn't care.
Tom's hands wrapped around his cock and started stroking as he moved. There were so many sensations running through him, Michael couldn't think about them enough to vocalize any of them coherently. "Fuck. God. Tom," he managed.
Tom wrapped his other hand around Michael's knee and grunted as he moved faster. Michael let out a strangled moan and came, just after Tom moaned his release.
Tom collapsed on him panting and when Michael caught his breath, he opened his eyes, grinning at Tom.
"How do you think we did?"
"What?"
"The tape?"
"Oh, right." Tom chuckled. "Who cares? That was fucking amazing."
Michael smiled. "Well, maybe we don't have to watch it then?"
Tom pushed him and then groaned as he stood up and hit the stop button on the camera. He cocked his head to the side, "Shower, and then viewing?"
Michael nodded and moved to get off the bed. "If it's good we could make a fortune. Just think." He changed his voice, pitching it lower in what he called his announcer voice, "Tom Swelling and Bobo Epstein in Hot Vancouver Nights! Get your copy today!"
Tom stopped and held onto the wall as he doubled over in laughter "Tom Swelling?" he choked out.
Michael grinned. "Well, we'd need porn names. We couldn't really go by Welling and Rosenbaum."
"You're crazy," Tom wheezed.
Michael didn't answer him. Instead, he pulled Tom into the bathroom, in a rush to get their shower over so they could watch. He couldn't wait to see.
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