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Heated 2: Hypothetically Speaking
Michael sprawled on the ratty couch. He wasn’t, technically, supposed to be there.
Technically, he was supposed to have left the set twenty minutes ago when everyone else had. But he’d forgotten his wallet and then he’d seen a light on up in the barn set, and well, he’d sat down to think.
It was quiet and the couch smelled like Tom.
The sex scene with Krista had gone okay. From the way the director had looked, though, it would probably end up being cut, though. He twisted and stretched out, resting his head on one of the arms of the couch. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing he’d ever sat on, but it wasn’t completely horrible.
Krista just had not been into the scene. She’d looked distracted the whole time, and after a while, it had become pointless.
Michael sat up when he heard one of the stairs creak. “Hello?” he called.
“Mike? I thought you left already.”
Tom finished climbing the stairs and stood at the top with one hand resting on the banister and the other holding the backpack slung over a shoulder.
“I, uh, forgot my wallet and there was a light…never mind.” He shook his head.
Tom smiled. “I got halfway home and panicked that I’d left one of the candles burning.” He looked around before crossing the loft and sat next to Michael on the couch, dropping his bag next to him on the floor.
“There weren’t any candles up here, just that light on over the desk.”
Tom nodded. “So, how did your scene go with Krista today?” He asked, eyebrows raised.
Michael shook his head. “I doubt it will go in, but it was okay. Why did you leave so early?” He smiled. “Too hot for you?”
Tom blushed brightly and looked away. That was interesting. Did Tom have a little crush on their co-star?
“I, uh, had some…I had to go…uh. I had to go over some lines.”
“With who?” Michael was almost positive that Tom was lying.
“Um…by myself. In my dressing room. All by myself.”
Michael nodded, not buying it. “Tom, do you have a crush on Krista?”
Tom looked at him incredulously. “What? Krista? No!” He stood and walked over to the loft window, staring out at the painted backdrops of Kansas sky and fields.
Michael looked at him. “What’s going on, Tom? You can talk to me.”
Tom shrugged. “So, it’s not a crush.” Michael narrowed his eyes. “What is it? Did something happen?”
A pause before Tom shook his head again. “Look, can we just go? I should go home,” he said lamely.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push.” Michael hesitated and then he started to laugh. “It’s like a scene! Lex pushes for Clark’s secret, Clark avoids. It’s all very funny if you think about it.”
Tom turned around with a small smile on his face. “I’m sorry. I probably over-reacted. It’s just…something happened today, that hasn’t happened for a long time. And it’s weird. I don’t know.”
Michael patted the couch next to him. Tom sat, but twisted his hands in his lap. Instead of asking another question, he just waited.
“Okay. So.” Tom stood and started pacing. “Let’s just say, hypothetically speaking, of course.”
“Of course.” Michael watched him move across the floor.
“Okay. Let’s just say that there’s this guy.”
“Okay.”
“And he’s married -- to a wonderful girl. And he loves her and doesn’t want anything to happen to her or his marriage.”
“Right.”
“Okay, so this guy, with the wife, has a friend, who happens to be a guy.”
“All right. I’m with you so far.” Michael nodded and tried not to watch Tom anymore. He was getting dizzy.
“And the first guy likes his friend a lot. I mean a lot. He thinks about this friend all the time. And this first guy doesn’t want to fuck up his marriage, but he really wants to find out what his friend thinks of him.”
Michael just stared. He started to speak. No sound came out and he almost couldn’t find the words he wanted to say. With the third try, he finally managed to reply, “Maybe this friend? Maybe he feels exactly the same way.”
Tom stopped pacing. “Yeah?”
Michael held his breath, because if Tom was saying what he thought he was saying then a whole lot of things were about to change. He nodded and Tom sat back down. Closer.
“And maybe today, when this first guy was watching his friend, he got so turned on that he had to stop watching or he would explode. So he had to go to his dressing room, and…” Tom paused, searching for words. “…um, practice his lines?”
“Practice lines?” Michael was practically whispering, like if he spoke too loudly, he might wake up, because he was obviously dreaming.
Tom blushed and nodded again.
“Is this guy absolutely sure? Because it sounds like there could be a lot of issues with this guy and his friend.”
“He’s thought about it.” Tom scooted closer on the couch. “He thinks that the friend should just give him a shot because it could be amazing.”
Michael put his hand on Tom’s thigh. “Maybe the guy should just go for it then.”
They stared at each other for a couple of seconds before Tom asked, “Are you sure?”
Michael nodded and leaned forward as Tom did. Tentatively, their lips met and Tom brought a hand up to Michael’s arm.
He couldn’t believe it. Michael was almost too amazed to kiss back. When he realized that Tom was pulling away, he heard himself whimper and surged forward to kiss Tom properly.
Mouths open, Michael slid his tongue into Tom’s mouth, and felt, rather than heard, him groan. Electricity and sparks and every single cliché Michael had ever heard. God, Tom was good at this. His tongue was sucked further into Tom’s mouth and Michael wrapped an arm around Tom’s neck to get closer.
Tom finally pulled back, panting heavily. His eyes were closed and Michael watched him closely. When his eyes finally opened, Tom smiled. “So I guess this guy that I know was right.”
Michael grinned back. “Guess so.”
Tom brushed his lips across Michael’s, less urgent this time. He licked the scar on his upper lip and moved closer. Michael’s fingers grazed along the waistband of Tom’s pants, skimming the soft skin of his belly. Michael grinned when Tom pulled back with a gasp.
“Sorry,” he said, not sorry at all.
Tom shook his head. “Just tickles,” he explained, smiling.
Michael reached for Tom’s hair and threaded his fingers through it so he could pull him closer for another kiss. Their chests met and Michael still needed to be closer. Crawling into Tom’s lap was the best idea he could think of, so he did.
Hard muscles, large hands helping him move, and Michael groaned when Tom pressed up against him.
God, he felt just as hard as Michael was. Arms wrapped around him, until there was only cloth between them. Tom apparently decided that even that was too much and soon their shirts were gone. Much better.
Michael ran his hands across the smooth, hard skin and Tom flung his head back and groaned when he twisted a nipple. “Oh, God, Mike. Feels so good when you touch me.”
He smiled and leaned forward for another kiss, still exploring with his hands, still marveling at the hardness that met him at every thrust.
Tom’s hands weren’t still either. Blunt fingers started in on the buttons of his jeans and when those fingers finally touched his cock, Michael cried out.
“Jesus, Mike.” There was way too much awe in that voice. Michael opened his eyes and couldn’t help the heat that crept up his cheeks.
“What?”
“I’ve wondered, but I never thought… You’re just huge,” he answered.
“Shut up, Tom.”
“No, really.” He wrapped his hand around Michael’s cock and pumped experimentally.
“Oh, God.” Michael moaned as Tom grinned. Crazy, he was driving him crazy. Slowly, all the way down to the base, he moved his hand, and then even more slowly up to the tip before rubbing the head with his thumb, spreading the fluid that had gathered.
Michael let a strangled noise escape his lips. “Tom, so good.”
Tom’s hand moved faster and Michael tried to stop his hips from thrusting up into it. Suddenly, Tom stopped and took his hand away. Michael’s eyes few open and he groaned, “Why did you stop?”
Grinning, he answered, “I want to suck you.”
Michael closed his eyes and tried not to come from just the words and sound of his voice. His breath came in harsh gasps and he nodded shakily. Climbing off Tom’s lap, he stood on wobbly legs before pushing his boxers and jeans down and stepping out of them. He sat back down on the couch and watched as Tom sunk to his knees and crawled between Michael’s thighs.
“Have you done this before, Tom?”
There was no answer. Instead, Tom licked the head of Michael’s cock and sucked it into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around and Michael couldn’t help thrusting into that warm wetness. His dick stretched the lips surrounding him and he had to watch the almost obscene way it looked when he slid back and forth.
The head of his cock nudged the back of Tom’s throat and then he felt him swallow.
“Tom,” Michael called hoarsely. He closed his eyes and tried to even out his breathing. A hand was on his balls and slipped to brush against the skin behind them. Michael didn’t know what to do with his hands. He wanted to grab Tom’s hair and fuck his mouth, but he didn’t want to do anything that might make him stop.
His cock slid in and out of Tom’s hot wet mouth with loud slurps. The only other sound in the room were that of Michael’s own desperate noises. It felt so good. Slick and tight and he was not going to last very much longer.
The finger that he’d almost forgotten circled his hole and massaged the skin there. “Oh, God,” he called, echoing off the barn walls. They were in the barn… the *Kent* barn...on the set where they both worked. He was fucking Tom’s mouth, and Tom just *taking* it. His hips moved of their own volition, thrusting in one more time. He groaned as he came down Tom’s throat.
He flopped back onto the dingy cushions, shaking as Tom’s tongue worked to clean him. Michael couldn’t keep the grin off his face.
“First blow job from a guy?” Michael nodded. “Liked it?” Another nod and he didn’t even have to open his eyes to know that Tom was grinning at him. He felt Tom sit next to him, bare skin against his own, and he had to open his eyes to confirm that Tom was as naked, chest flushed and his cock hard against his stomach.
“What do you want me to do, Tom?”
He raised his eyes and smiled. “I want to fuck you.”
Michael closed his eyes and groaned. “Jesus, Tom. Don’t we need *things* for that?”
“Lube and a condom.”
“We don’t have—“
“I do.”
“What?” He asked, eyes opening in surprise.
“I have everything in my bag,” he pointed.
“I don’t want to know why you’re carrying that around.” Tom just smiled some more and got up to retrieve things from his bag.
“I’ve never---“Michael started and stopped.
Tom looked at him. “Never?”
“Well, not that. Not with a guy.”
Tom smiled. “You’ll like it.”
Michael nodded and looked at Tom expectantly. “What do I have to do?”
“Turn over. And get on your knees.”
He nodded and did. Michael could barely believe that he was going to let Tom fuck him. The thought of it made him shiver. He couldn’t see what Tom was doing and he was beginning to get nervous, awkward, on his hands and knees in the middle of the couch. But when he felt fingertips against the backs of his thighs, he stilled.
“Its okay, Mike,” Tom whispered.
Fingers slid down his back and parted his ass cheeks gently. Wet, sticky fingers and Michael wasn’t sure what Tom had used, but it felt good. “Shh. Relax. Take a deep breath.”
Michael wanted this -- wanted Tom inside him. Following instructions was easy. He took a deep breath in through his nose and one of those slick fingers slid inside his ass.
That wasn’t exactly new. Sometimes an enthusiastic girl who’d read about anatomy would do that. Tom’s fingers were thicker, though. “Relax,” he repeated and Michael tried, willed his muscles to let Tom in. “That’s it.” Whispered encouragement that just made him spread his legs more.
Another finger joined the first, pushing in and scissoring back and forth. Tom obviously knew what he was doing. Behind his balls, slick there, too, and Michael knew he was moaning. It felt better than he’d ever imagined.
“Are you ready, Mike?”
He could only nod in agreement.
Slicker, blunt pressure against his hole. In and in and oh… *God,* so fucking good. Thicker than fingers, and the burn only forced all of his thoughts to the slow thrust inside.
“So good, Mike…so tight. Fuck, I…I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Feels good,” he managed to rasp out, the words heavy against his tongue. “Fuck me, Tom.”
A groan and a hard thrust were his rewards. Fingers dug into the muscles on his hips and tugged him back as Tom thrust forward. “Mike, Mike. Tell me you like this, want this. Tell me.”
“So fucking – oh, God – so good… Harder, Tom! Need you!”
Groaning, Tom complied. Rocking back into the thrusts, Michael cried out when Tom shifted and hit his prostate. He couldn’t even think coherently. His cock hardened again and swayed with their movements.
He moved to take his length in his hand, only to have it knocked away by Tom. “Let me.”
Hard thrusts inside, matched with the hard rhythm on his cock, Michael felt the heat curling in his belly. Harsh breaths against his neck and the chanting that Tom was doing all pushed him closer.
“Mike, fuck. So close.”
Hard pulls on his cock and the hard bite to his shoulder pushed Michael over the edge. Everything whited out and he vaguely heard Tom wail behind him. Heavy weight sprawled across his back and his knees gave out, twining them together on the cushions.
When Michael finally caught his breath, he had to smile. He felt Tom shift and move away from him. “We are going to have to clean off this couch.”
Laughing, he agreed. “Yeah,” he said as he sat up. “But what gets out come and lube from upholstery?”
“We could use Resolve? I use that when my dogs mess up the couch.”
“Febreeze?” Michael suggested, still giggling.
Tom shook his head. “You’re weird.”
Rolling his eyes, Michael had to point out the absurdity of the statement. “We are both naked, sitting on a couch, discussing how to get out come stains, which we put there, and my *Febreeze* statement is what gets me called weird?”
Tom grinned. “I guess that is a little ridiculous.”
Michael stood up and pulled his jeans from the small pile on the floor. “We need to shower. Come on.” He grabbed his boxers from the floor and his shirt from behind the couch and started for the stairs. He didn’t wait for Tom to dress or follow, he just knew he would.
He used the time it took him to walk from the Kent barn set to his dressing room to think. Well, not think too much. That would ruin things. He thought more about how he was going to talk Tom into doing that again. Like at every available opportunity.
He already had the shower hot and steamy when he heard the door to his miniscule bathroom open. Michael stuck his head out of the curtain and grinned at a still naked or naked again Tom and ducked back under the water.
The cold draft of the curtain opening wasn’t so bad, and when strong arms enveloped him he couldn’t complain at all. “Jesus, Tom. I’m old and I’ve already come twice tonight,” he teased.
Grinning, Tom shook his head. “Yeah, but I’m a lot younger than you, *and* I only came once.” He pushed against Michael, his hardening cock slipping against his skin thanks to the shower spray.
“Insatiable.” Michael teased.
Nodding, Tom pulled him in for a kiss. Steam wound around them; Michael liked his showers extremely hot and apparently Tom didn’t mind. Soon, there were warmed tiles against his back but this wasn’t what Michael wanted right now.
He pushed Tom gently and twisted them so it was Tom with his back to the tiles, and he was the one in control. He’d given up enough of that earlier.
Eyes flickered with uncertainty, but Michael grinned and bent his head to lave the skin of Tom’s neck. He couldn’t leave marks that the camera might see, he just wanted to taste. Clean, slick, wet, and he had to pull back before he gave into his desire to bite.
He met Tom’s eyes and held them as he got down on his knees. He wanted to taste more of Tom.
Michael stared at Tom’s cock in front of him. Hard and proud, jutting out from dark pubic hair, just beautiful, he thought as he licked it from base to tip. He’d never actually been on this end of a blowjob before. He’d received, he’d watched, he’d even filmed once, but this, giving – this was new.
But he liked it. He’d never realized how much power you got down here on your knees. The first groan that Tom let out went straight to his cock. Maybe he wasn’t as old as he thought.
Tom’s hands were heavy on his scalp. They didn’t try to direct him, it was more like they were just resting there, and slipping every time Michael did anything with his tongue. And he was doing a lot of things with his tongue.
Slowly, he traced his tongue up the vein and then around the head, swirling experimentally when it earned him another moan. He let the cock slide out of his mouth and stared up at Tom for a second before sucking the head back inside. The taste was a little different than his own, milder and possibly sweeter. But before he really had a chance to analyze everything, Tom rocked his hips and moaned again and all analyzing flew out the window.
Heavy on his tongue, bumping at the back of his throat and Michael was in love with giving a blowjob. It was sloppy and messy and he probably shouldn’t be as turned on as he was by it. Just the slick slide back and forth, and the way Tom moaned and shuddered and was obviously just *enjoying* himself, made Michael wish that he could do this every day. Well, that was a possibility.
He snaked a hand around to hold onto Tom’s hips, not really stopping the thrusting, just steadying himself. He *liked* the thrusting.
“Mike. Mike. Don’t stop. Please, oh, God. Please. Good. So good.” Tom made a lot of noise when he fucked, and Michael decided that he really liked it when Tom made noise. Instant validation, instant appreciation, just for him, and apparently he was very appreciated.
A strangled cry from above him and Michael had to look up to see Tom’s head thrown back, long column of his neck exposed as he came, spurting across Michael’s tongue on a down stroke. He didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to release the cock in his mouth, and wouldn’t until Tom whimpered and pulled away.
Grinning, he looked up at Tom and watched him compose himself. The water was slowly getting cooler. They had to get out before they started pruning. Michael stood and ducked under the water one last time. “I’m getting out.” Tom nodded and still leaned against the back wall.
Michael stepped out and toweled himself off, but he froze when he heard a light knock on his door. Fuck.
“Mr. Rosenbaum?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, good. This is security. We just heard some noise and were checking things out.”
“Thank you. Everything is fine.”
“Will you be leaving soon?”
“Most likely.”
“Very well.”
Michael closed his eyes and sagged against the door, his towel dropping to the floor as he sighed in relief.
“Mike? What was that?” Tom had pulled the curtain back and turned the water off to get out of the tub. He dripped water as he crossed the room to pick Mike’s forgotten towel up off the floor.
“Security.”
Tom nodded as he dried his hair. “We should probably go.”
Michael had to agree. He pulled out a pair of jeans he kept stashed in the dressing room and slipped them on. There weren’t any extra shirts, but he’d just wear one of the ones from wardrobe and bring it back in the morning. He looked up to find Tom staring at him.
He glanced down. “What?”
“Just looking. You’re gorgeous.”
Michael rolled his eyes but still smiled. “Come on, Tom. We should go.” Tom wrapped the towel around his waist and peeked out the door. Michael guessed that security was gone because Tom slipped out the door.
He had to find a shirt. The one he was wearing before smelled. Smelled like Tom, really, when he took a big sniff, and it made him grin.
Tom sauntered back in the room, holding a t-shirt in one hand and the towel in the other. “Here, Mike. You can wear one of my shirts,” he said as he tossed it across the room.
Michael caught the shirt and checked out the logo. “You’re trying to get me to wear a Madonna shirt, Tom? Come on, you know I have my musical standards.”
“Standards?” Tom snorted. “You’ll wear anything.”
“I will not.” Indignant now, Michael handed the shirt back. “Besides, I like this one I was wearing earlier. It smells like you.”
Tom grinned and accepted the shirt back. “Fine.”
“You ready to go?”
Tom looked at Michael and smiled before he grabbed his arms and pulled him close. Michael was surprised by the kiss, but accepted it and ended up breathless when Tom finally pulled back. “I don’t regret this. I like you, I don’t want to fuck up our friendship, and I want to do this again. Don’t think too hard about everything.” He kissed him again and smiled. “I don’t want this to be awkward.”
Michael shook his head. “Me either. And I like you too, Tom.”
“Good. Because next time you get to fuck me,” he said almost whispering the last part
Michael just stared as Tom left the room laughing and had to hurry to catch up with him. He bumped him with his shoulder when he caught up. “Looking forward to it. What are you doing tomorrow?”
“Well, I’ve got this television show to do in the morning, but I’m free tomorrow night. We could go get a beer or something.”
Michael nodded. “It’s a date.”
Tom nodded and they grinned at each other. Michael thought he might end up liking this arrangement.
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