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Heated
Tom was only a little excited about today’s scenes. From the script pages he’d gotten, it didn’t look like very much fun. Later, he would have to shoot the scene where he ‘practiced’ his heat vision on this scarecrow, and then there was the scene where he lit a bunch of candles. The day looked to be pretty boring.
At Michael’s suggestion, he’d been practicing a different expression for the heat vision that was different from the x-ray vision look.
It was also the day where the guest star would be hitting on Clark. Tom hadn’t actually had that happen before onscreen for Smallville. Sure, there’d been kisses, but this was supposed to be hot.
Tom was roused from his reverie by the sound of Michael’s voice.
“Hey, Tom. You gonna watch my big scene? Maybe get some pointers?”
Tom laughed. “Sure, Mike. What are you doing today?”
“It’s not really a what. It’s more like a whom.”
“What?”
“Yeah. This morning is my sex scene with Krista.”
“Sex scene? I didn’t get those pages.”
Michael laughed. “It’s supposed to go right before she shows up in the Kent barn. And it’s going to be hot. We’ve been practicing all day.” He waggled his eyebrows at Tom and gave him a shark-like grin.
“Yeah, right.” They laughed.
“Okay, fine. I’m kidding about the practicing. But you should come and see.” He clapped a hand on Tom’s shoulder. “Maybe you’ll pick up a move or two.”
“Wait, aren’t sex scenes supposed to be private? When ever I have to just kiss Kristin, she insists that it’s just the cameraman, director and us.”
“Like I care. Krista’s fine with it. Don’t worry.”
“If you’re sure.”
“Of course! See ya there.” He hurried away, mumbling something about shaving and make-up.
Tom smiled and headed off to the make-up chair. One of these days he was going to put his foot down about the lipstick.
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They’d already done seven takes. Michael was wearing flesh colored bike shorts. His chest was bare, shaved or depilated today in deference to his character’s defining trait, Tom realized and he couldn’t get the image out of his mind, even when he closed his eyes. Michael didn’t seem to be excited.
Not that he was looking. He was very carefully not looking at how unexcited Michael was.
He crossed his legs and squirmed in his seat. Michael called for them to keep filming as he started the scene again. Tom stifled a groan.
Krista sighed and leaned back, Tom noticed. If he were in her place… His thoughts froze as he realized what he was thinking. In her place? Wasn’t he supposed to be thinking about being in Mike’s place? Looking at Krista? At her flesh-colored bodysuit? At her hair splayed across the black, satin pillowcase?
He reconsidered what he’d been thinking about: Michael’s chest. His bike shorts and their contents. His arms.
Fuck. Tom was in trouble. He was a happily married man. He wasn’t supposed to think about his co-stars like that. Especially his *male* co-stars
“Hey, let’s take a little break here, guys,” called the director, John.
Tom re-crossed his legs as he watched Michael come over and pull a towel around his neck.
“Did you catch that hip move? You should try that at home.”
Tom laughed. “Right. Krista looked impressed. The sigh and eye roll convinced me.”
“She did not roll her eyes.” He sucked on a bottle of water as Tom managed a weak laugh.
They watched Krista talking with John. He was pointing and gesturing at the bed they’d just been filming on. He didn’t look exactly happy.
Michael leaned in, “You may be right about the scene. It wasn’t as good as I’d hoped.”
Tom shook his head. “No, you were great.”
“Right. I’m always great. But she’s just not into it, is she?”
“I don’t know what her problem is.”
Michael gave him a funny look and tossed his towel over the chair next to him.
“Come on, Krista, Mike. Let’s start this again,” called the director.
Tom watched him go and wondered if he’d said too much. The scene started again and Tom listened to the lines recited again. He watched Krista and Mike kiss and watched Michael move his hips. It certainly looked like Mike knew what he was doing. He wanted to find out if that was true. Trying not to make any noise, he shifted in his seat again.
He didn’t know if he could watch more of this. There were two bodies writhing around on that bed, and he wanted to be one of them. The one underneath Michael. The realization hit him hard. Desire coursed through him and settled in his stomach. He was in so much trouble.
Tom got up from his chair, hoping he was quiet enough. He made his way to his dressing room and locked the door while the image of Michael played in a continuous loop in his mind.
With the door locked, Tom eased the zipper on his jeans down, relieving some of the pressure. The sigh of relief turned into a moan. “Oh, God,” he breathed. He let his knuckles brush across his erection and felt it jump against them. Trouble, trouble, trouble.
It didn’t matter. He needed to get off, and get off now. Stupid sex scene, looking like porn. Really hot, really sexy porn, starring Mike as the gorgeous playboy billionaire. God, he was hot.
The little smiles he was always giving Tom, that little eyebrow raise he used when he was being funny, his gorgeous eyes. The realization of what he was thinking hit him. He was thinking about Mike. And how gorgeous and hot he was.
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of his unbuttoned jeans and his boxers and slipped them down. His cock, finally free of its confines, ended up against his belly. Hard, waiting, ready for his long fingers to give him some relief.
Or Mike’s fingers.
A groan escaped his lips. The thought of Mike’s fingers elicited another jump from his cock. Pre-cum painted his belly. He was just torturing himself at this point by not touching himself.
Tom couldn’t stand it any more. Like a magnet, his fingers were drawn to his aching erection. Just a touch to silky smooth skin, he couldn’t stand how good it felt and he had to sit down.
He let his hand wrap around himself, squeezing slightly, he watched fluid bead and gather at the tip. Mike had been so hot, writhing around on that bed. What if that had been him on those sheets with Michael instead of Krista? He gave himself a quick stroke and shuddered.
Tom started a rhythm that was sure to give relief fast. Quick strokes, a slight pause to run his thumb over the head on every down stroke. His breathing sped up, but he couldn’t help it, couldn’t think about even wanting anything else.
He let his eyes shutter closed, pictures of Mike playing on his eyelids like a movie. He thought of Michael’s eyes when he smiled, his hands when they gripped the pool cue in a scene, the voice he used when he was being Lex.
He could feel the tingling starting in his spine -- that feeling when he knew he was going to come. Knew that it was soon. Moving his hand faster, he shifted a little, more comfortable on his couch. He reached blindly for tissues, or something, he was going to make a mess.
He really couldn’t bring himself to care.
Finally, release hit him. He tried not to shout. Tried not to scream Mike’s name as he came. Thankfully, it was only a hoarse whisper, and he managed to catch most of it in his palm.
When he finally caught his breath and opened his eyes, he found the tissues and cleaned himself off. Mess mostly contained, he stood and refastened his clothing. A glance down at himself, he was pretty much unrumpled.
Tom made a mental note to wash his hands before he did anything else, and let himself out of his trailer. Hopefully his scenes wouldn’t be too taxing. He just wanted to take a nap now, but knew that he was scheduled to start shooting soon. And maybe Mike was done with the sex scene and he wouldn’t have to watch anymore.
Then again, maybe he’d get lucky and they were still filming it…
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