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Con!
"That is just exhausting. How do you do it all the time? My face hurts from all the smiling." Tom rubbed his cheek and jaw, grimacing.
Michael smirked. "I don't know. The adoration on all those faces is what gets me through." He poured himself a drink.
Tom flopped onto the couch. They were in Mike's room. Tom's was down the hall. At least they were on the same floor. Some other stars were here too. He'd seen a couple of the cast members from Star Trek, and some guy he thought was from Buffy.
"I guess it's a little different for me because I've been on the other side of the table. I was a huge geek in high school and went to horror cons all the time.
Tom shook his head and looked up at him. "They're all so… *earnest* and they all adore you. They think you're their best friend."
"Sometimes that's weird because they know too much. But it's all good." He sipped his drink as Tom watched.
"None of those girls know anything about me. They just think I'm pretty."
"You are pretty."
"Shut up."
Mike grinned at him and sat down next to him. He made a noise that sounded like a squeal and said, "Ohh! It's Tom!" And then, in a high-pitched voice, said, "Tom is just soooo adorable!"
"God! I said shut up!"
Michael laughed but didn't stop the voice. "Tom is so pretty! Is he wearing flannel? He looks so *hot* in flannel," he teased.
Tom put a hand over Michael's mouth in an effort to physically stop the words, but Michael licked his palm.
"Ew!" Tom shouted and then wiped his hand down the front of Michael's shirt, involuntarily coming contact with his chest. Tom made a noise and then pulled away, but Michael wasn't done playing.
He grabbed Tom's hands and practically straddled him as he taunted again, "Tom is pretty!"
"God! Get off me!"
And then, Michael started tickling him.
"No!" Tom shrieked and started bucking, trying to push Michael away. He finally caught Michael's hands and shifted his weight. Michael ended up on his back with his hands pinned above him and Tom straddling his hips.
"Ha *ha*!"
Michael strained up and Tom realized *exactly* where he was. "Uh," he tried and licked his lips.
That didn't help. Michael struggled again, his hips lifting and his cock coming in direct contact with Tom's. The wresting had made Tom hard. Really hard. He moaned and let Michael's hands go as he moved to get up.
"Wait." Michael grabbed the collar of Tom's shirt and dragged him down for a kiss.
Surprised, Tom opened his mouth to protest and Michael took the opportunity to thrust his tongue inside.
Oh. That was good. Tom quit trying to move and settled on top of Michael, kissing him back.
Michael finally pulled away, panting and tried to speak. "Tom," he started. His lips were shiny. It was really distracting. Tom leaned down for another kiss but Michael put a hand on his chest. "Wait."
"Don't make me think about this. Just touch me. Fuck me."
Michael stared at him for a second before lunging up and kissing Tom again. He bit down on Tom's lip and slid his hands under his shirt.
Trailing kisses down Tom's jaw to his neck, dipping his tongue into the hollow of his throat. Michael bit gently at his shoulder.
"I've always wondered how your skin would taste," he mumbled. "God. So good."
Tom leaned up, pulling away for a second and tugged his t-shirt off and started in on the buttons of Michael's black shirt. When it was finally undone, he slid the pieces of fabric apart and licked a path from chest to navel. "You taste pretty good yourself."
He grinned as he went to work on the buttons of Michael's jeans.
"Wait a second, Tom."
Tom looked up, pouting. "You keep stopping me."
Grinning, Michael said, "I don't want you to stop. I just… We don't have any lube. I mean, I have condoms, but…"
Looking around, Tom made a decision. "We'll have to use hand lotion."
Michael nodded.
Standing up, Tom found his way to the bathroom and snagged the little bottle and was shocked when he made it back into the other room.
During his minute long foray into the bathroom, Michael had gotten completely naked and had moved to the bed. He was just plain gorgeous. Long, muscled thighs, his cock hard and leaving trails across his well-defined stomach.
Tom stopped still until Michael smiled lazily and said in a husky voice Tom could feel in the pit of his stomach, "Come here."
Nodding mutely, Tom fumbled the button on his own jeans and let them drop as he walked across the floor. He curled next to Michael and met his lips fro a searing kiss. He couldn't keep his hands away. Long sweeps of his hand up and down Michael's chest, his stomach, and when Tom finally wrapped his fingers around Michael's cock, he groaned.
Tom felt himself rocking against Michael's hip and he could almost get off on just this. But it wasn't what he wanted. It wasn't what he needed.
Dragging his mouth away, Tom pulled his hand back and had to search for the lotion. "I want you to fuck me."
Michael stared at him and watched as Tom dumped lotion on to his hand and reached down to stretch himself.
Moaning, Michael felt around on the bed and after finding the condom, rolled it onto himself.
Tom kneeled up and stroked Michael's cock twice before rising up and lowering himself down. He was breathless by the time he was all the way down.
Full. So fucking huge and Tom loved it. It had been entirely too long since he'd done this, and he couldn't think of any reason he hadn't talked Michael into it before. He didn't want to think. Not about what he was *really* doing. He just wanted to feel.
He started moving when he heard the begging from Michael. "Please, Tommy. You feel so good. Have to move." It was the best idea he'd ever heard.
Flexing his thighs, Tom arched up and started to move. Michael felt so good inside him.
And the noises he made were driving Tom wild. Soft groans and whispers of 'please' and 'more' - it was almost enough to make Tom come without any touch to his cock at all.
He was so focused on how good Michael felt and making *him* come, he wasn't paying attention when a hand wrapped around his cock. Startled, he opened his eyes and whimpered, not only at the touch, but at the look in Michael's eyes.
Jesus. Fuck. Just…
Tom couldn't think anymore. Michael was arching off the bed and calling his name. He was close. Tom could tell. He shifted and cried out as Michel's thumb rubbed across the head of his cock.
Heat coiled in his belly and spun through him in tingling waves. He felt himself clench and stiffen and as he came, he faintly heard Michael shout as he followed Tom over the edge.
Sometime later, they were still snuggled together. Sticky and sweaty, but in no way wanting to move.
Michael smiled and Tom met it with one of his own. "Come on," he whispered. "We have that panel in a little while. We should shower."
Tom clung for a second, but gave up. He knew Michael was right. Besides, he could probably sneak away from the con, find a drug store and be better prepared for later.
Because there was going to be a later.
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