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Heated 3: Touch Me Baby, Tainted Love
Michael wasn’t really thinking when he stumbled out of bed. He had a 6:00 am call and he was never late. He stumbled to the shower and turned it on, barely opening his eyes as he did. The cool water hit him in the face and he began to wake up. He was always quick in the shower now that he didn’t have to wash his hair -- one of the few benefits of the every day shaving.
Bath gel on the scrubby and a quick lather up before he rinsed and his brain started moving. He stood, shocked still, when he remembered. Tom. He and Tom had… They’d… Oh, Jesus.
And they had a date later tonight.
Hurrying through the rest of his routine, he shouldered his messenger bag and was in his car by 5:30 and on his way. He’d even remembered to pack an extra set of clothes. For his date. He was almost giddy, and he couldn’t stop grinning.
He pulled into the lot on time and hurried inside. Big surprise when Tom was waiting for him in his dressing room.
“What are you doing here so early?” He leaned against his door frame to stare at the younger man, sprawled on the couch in his dressing room, half asleep. “Isn’t your call in like a couple of hours?”
A big, lazy grin spread on Tom’s face. “I wanted to see you.”
Michael shut the door behind him and crossed the room. He shoved Tom’s thigh out of his way before he sat down next to him. “I have to be in make-up in 5 minutes.”
Tom leaned over, and brushed his lips across Michael’s. “I missed you,” he whispered before deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue inside.
Accepting and kissing back was the only thing Michael could think of to do, until he panicked and had to pull away, breathless. “Tom.”
He only got grinning in reply. “What?”
Michael had to grin back at that smile; he could never do anything else. “I…This is crazy,” he managed lamely as Tom tried to kiss him again, but Michael stood up instead.
“I…We can’t do this here. *Anyone* could walk in!” He started pacing. “I want this. I want you, but I can’t…There are things.”
Tom sighed. “Listen, I know. I really do. I meant what I said last night about not messing up my marriage. I just don’t seem to have any control around you.” He ran his fingers through his hair and gave Michael a half grin. “The real reason I got here early was because I remembered we didn’t clean anything up last night.” He raised his eyebrows and made an obscene gesture with his hand.
Michael felt himself blush. “Oh my God…the couch!” He sat down with his head in his hands. “Did you fix it? Or do I have to run up there?”
Tom grinned and put his hand on Michael’s shoulder. “It’s okay. I just turned it over and shot it with some of Clark’s cologne I stole from make-up.”
Michael nodded. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Freaking out.” He looked up and smiled thinly. “But I’m better now. We are going to have to talk later.”
Tom nodded back at him and stood up. “Okay, I’m going down to food-services and finagle me some breakfast. God. I can’t believe you get here this early every day. Bald freak.”
The pure affection in his voice made Michael smile. “Alien,” he retorted. “What are we doing later anyway?”
Tom made a zipper motion across his lips. “Surprise. But what I said last night holds true. We should change the name of your van from ‘The Shaggin Wagon’ to ‘Den of hot gay man-loving.’ It has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”
Michael threw a pillow at Tom that he barely managed to evade as he scooted out the door giggling, and Michael couldn’t help but grin at his retreating frame.
~+~+
Natalie smiled at him in the mirror as he slid into the make-up chair with an apologetic smile. “Sorry.”
She laughed. “Sorry? You haven’t been late in a year and a half, and today you’re like two minutes late and you apologize?” She shook her head as she unfolded a towel.
Michael shrugged, leaned back and closed his eyes. He felt the first towel pushed into the collar of his shirt and another hot towel drape across his scalp. It was his favorite part of the whole less-than-pleasant shaving ritual. It was so calming.
The click and whirr of the electric razor snapped him back to the task at hand and the towel was whisked away as Natalie started running the razor across his scalp. It was the same every day. Towel, electric shaver, Mach 3, moisturizer. Simple, yet important, since he hated it when he got the bumps of razor burn.
Natalie worked fast and efficiently. One of the PA’s brought him breakfast. Time went by quickly when he had something on his mind. Usually, it was lines or scenes, but today, he just could not get Tom’s face out of his mind as he’d come in his mouth the night before.
Eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, head tipped back with the long column of his throat exposed. Taut chest and abs, a vee of muscles on his hips that practically pointed to the proud cock that he’d reveled in sucking.
Michael shifted in his seat. His own half hard cock was twitching with his thoughts. He had to stop thinking about sex. Cold water, his list of appointments when he went to New York, bills that he thought were due...the most mundane things he could think of.
The slide of the make-up wedge across his scalp and Michael shuddered. It was cold. He was always cold without his hair. “Sorry,” Natalie mumbled before doing it again, thick line of the creamy liquid painting his skin a base for the spray make-up to come. Lex’s color, transforming him into character.
Natalie worked quickly. After almost two years of the routine, he was used to all the oddness of it. But it worked, and it came out even and that’s what really mattered.
He took a couple of deep breaths and stood when she finished. “Thanks, hon. Sorry again about being late.” He smiled the smile he knew no one could resist and headed out for blocking.
~+~
The day had gone by smoothly, more smoothly than Michael had imagined. The scene with Tom in the barn went quickly, and there had been only one prolonged stint of joking and giggling before the director had yelled at them both.
Much better than it could have been.
Michael stood under the shower in his dressing room and very carefully didn’t think about blowing Tom the night before against that very wall. He didn’t want to come in the shower alone, when he could come while having sex with Tom.
He closed his eyes and reached out to shift the water a little cooler before ducking under the spray one more time and quickly rinsing himself off in the cold water.
His teeth were almost chattering when he finally got out of the shower and reached for a towel. He was definitely shivering. He dried off quickly and pulled the extra clothes on that he’d brought with him. Nice black cotton pants and a gray cable-knit sweater that reminded him of some of Lex’s wardrobe.
A knock on his door, and it slid open without waiting for an invitation. Tom stood there, hair damp and tousled, leaning against the door frame. “Hey. You look great.”
Michael couldn’t help staring. Tom was wearing black. “You, uh, look good too,” he managed. He very carefully closed his mouth and shoved the clothes he’d worn that morning into his bag that was resting on a chair. “I’ll be ready in a couple of minutes.” He looked up and smiled.
Tom crossed the threshold and lounged on the couch. “Take all the time you need.”
Michael slipped back into the bathroom and closed the door part of the way. He didn’t know why. He was just putting on his deodorant and cologne. He shrugged at himself in the mirror, after he had finished making himself smell better, and rolled his eyes.
“I feel silly,” Michael said as he opened the door. “I feel like I should be dressing up or something.”
“Don’t be ridiculous! We’re friends! And besides, if anything you should be wearing *less* clothing.” Tom grinned.
Michael sat next to him and pulled on his socks and shoes. After tying the laces, he stood and shouldered his bag. He ducked back into the bathroom when he looked at his bare wrist and came back out with a watch there instead. “Okay. All ready. Are you going to tell me where we’re going yet?” He pulled on his final accessory, a knitted cap, and after they left the room, he pulled the door shut behind him.
They fell in step together and Tom shook his head. “Nope. It’s a surprise. I told you that.”
“I know, dork. But aren’t I driving?”
Tom laughed. “Yeah. But I’m just giving you directions.”
Michael let out a heavy sigh. “Fine. Meanie.”
He pushed open the doors of the studio and led Tom to his van. He gave Tom rides home all the time, so no one said anything, even though Michael wondered if they would. They waved to Allison and Kristin getting into Allison’s car as they passed by before climbing into the vehicle.
After starting it up, Michael turned up the heat and waited for further instructions. “Okay, get us into downtown Vancouver. I’ll give you more there.”
“So cryptic! This isn’t going to suck is it?”
Tom raised his eyebrows. “You say suck like it’s a bad thing.”
Michael chuckled and rolled his eyes. After slipping a disk into the player, he turned up the radio and settled in for the drive. Downtown wasn’t far, but sometimes it took a while if there was traffic.
They were both singing along when Tom practically shouted, “Turn off at the next exit! Shit! We almost missed it.”
Michael slid his foot to the brakes and slowed the van. “No problem. Am I taking a right or a left after that?”
After consulting with a little piece of paper he’d pulled from his pocket, Tom answered, “Left. And then a right at the second light.”
Michael silently followed directions and watched Tom fiddle with the directions. It made him feel better that Tom was probably nervous too. It actually made him feel a lot better. He reached out and pulled one of Tom’s hands away from the paper and squeezed it.
He could feel the grateful look. “Okay,” Tom said finally. “It’s supposed to be up here on the right.”
Michael pulled his hand away and with both hands on the wheel, slowed down again. He knew this part of town.
“There it is! Turn right after this driveway.”
“Um, Tom? This is the karaoke bar I come to all the time.”
“I know.” He grinned. “We’re going to get half plastered and sing bad karaoke.”
“I do *not* sing *bad* karaoke.” Michael huffed indignantly.
“You’re so cute with that look on your face.”
Michael pulled into a parking spot and glared at Tom.
“I’m sorry. You don’t sing badly. You’re amazing, and I love that about you.” He pulled Michael’s hand from the steering wheel and brought it to his mouth before kissing the knuckles, and sucking a finger into his mouth.
Michael forgot all about the singing comment and stared with his mouth open, trying to breathe. “Tom,” he whispered. Tom moaned around his fingers and Michael felt himself grow harder. “Fuck.” A little louder this time and he fought to keep his eyes open to watch his fingers being fellated.
Tom pulled his fingers out with a wet noise and continued to lick his way around the palm. “What are you doing?” Michael didn’t know how that desperate tone found its way into his voice, but he ignored it. “Tom,” he said more insistently. “I’m not going to be able to walk into this place if you don’t stop.”
“Don’t care anymore.”
Michael groaned as Tom bit gently into the tender skin of his wrist. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to drive us anywhere at this point, either. We’re at least twenty minutes from my place.”
Tom dropped Michael’s hand and unbuckled his seat belt. Ducking through the curtain, he beckoned, crooking his finger. “We don’t need to go anywhere.”
Michael was beyond caring. He was almost painfully hard, and could barely think past needing release. Tom brought that out in him every time. He quickly unbuckled his own seat belt and followed Tom to the rear of the van.
He had to crouch down so he didn’t hit his head, and he ended up off balance, so when Tom practically tackled him, Michael toppled to the floor of the van.
“Oof. Tom,” he started, but he couldn’t say anymore because there was a hot, insistent tongue exploring his mouth. Not that he was complaining.
Hard, rough kisses, as their bodies aligned, and Michael was quickly becoming addicted to Tom’s touch. He seemed to know the exact places to make him tremble. Tom’s fingers skirted along his stomach and up to his nipples, lightly, delicately, barely touching him, making Michael arch to get what he needed. God, he didn’t want to start begging already.
He moaned instead and brought his hand up to Tom’s hair and dragged him down for another sloppy kiss.
Tom’s sure fingers slid down his stomach to the waistband of Michael’s pants, and dipped inside. Michael grabbed Tom’s hand to stop him. “Wait. God. Tom.”
“Why?” Rough and deep, Tom’s voice made Michael moan.
“I want to touch you.”
“You can, but me first.” He bent down and licked around Michael’s navel before loosening the fastenings of his jeans. Michael raised his hips off the floor of the van so Tom could pull them down.
Michael couldn’t even form a coherent response when Tom’s mouth closed over the head of his cock. He could only moan and try not to thrust. And God, did he want to thrust. He remembered Tom’s mouth from the night before, and somehow, it felt even better.
Tom’s tongue laved the sensitive spot underneath the head and sucked Michael further into his mouth. Michael watched the dark head move between his thighs. He let his hands thread through the brunette locks and hold on. Not directing Tom, just moving with him.
Michael felt Tom grunting around his cock and realized his eyes were closed. He didn’t want to miss anything, so he opened his eyes, only to find Tom looking up at him. Oh, that just about did it for him. When he realized that Tom had somehow managed to open his own pants and was jerking himself off, it pushed him over.
He came with a hoarse cry, squeezing his eyes shut as he did, still vaguely aware of the fact that they were in the parking lot of a bar. When he finally caught his breath, he looked up to see Tom tucking himself back into his jeans.
He looked at him questioningly and reached for him. He had no idea if Tom had gotten off, and didn’t want him to suffer if he hadn’t.
Tom nodded and gestured to the floor. “Sorry. I kind of messed up your carpeting.” He apologized with a grin that Michael couldn’t help laughing at.
“I really don’t care. Usually it smells like ass in here anyway with my hockey equipment.” He snickered at his words when he realized how it sounded.
Tom laughed. “Like ass, huh? Well, I don’t think we’re going to improve the smell much.”
Michael laughed. “No, probably not.” He tucked himself away before zipping and buttoning his pants.
Tom smirked at him. “So, wanna go in and karaoke now?”
Michael sat up. “Yeah, and I’m starving. They have great burgers.”
“Great! Let’s go.”
~+~
They managed to clean everything up and get outside the van. As they crossed the parking lot, Tom leaned close to Mike and whispered, “So, have you thought about what I said?”
“What thing, specifically?” Michael whispered back, out of the side of his mouth.
“About changing the name of your van.” Tom grinned.
“Shut up.” Michael grinned back as he pushed Tom lightly. “Somehow, I don’t think that would go over well.”
Tom pulled the door of the bar open for Michael and they made their way inside, laughing.
~+~
It never took much alcohol to get Michael up on stage. Hell, he’d done it sober. He knew he was a complete ham. He picked something to sing that he’d performed on many occasions. He loved the song; it didn’t have anything to do with Tom or their date.
He had to grin at that. Date. He and Tom had gone out together innumerable times, but this was their first real date. He hummed as the music started playing.
“Sometimes I feel I’ve got to…” Michael belted out “Tainted Love.” Complete with thrusting hip movements. But he didn’t let himself look at Tom. He might laugh. Or forget to sing or something.
He sashayed across the stage, microphone against his lips, singing, “I give you all a boy could give you, Take my tears and that’s not nearly all… Ohhh… tainted love.”
There was cheering, but he couldn’t tell where it came from. The spotlight was bright; music surrounded him as he grinned. The rhythm thrummed through him. “Don’t touch me please!”
Michael swung his hips as he made his way back to the middle of the stage for the final lines. He lowered his voice as the words lit up on the screen. “Touch me baby, tainted love. Touch me baby, tainted love.” He was practically whispering when he got to the final line.
He grinned again when the crowd cheered him off stage. Sitting down, a little flushed, he finished off the beer before he turned to smile at Tom. “So, Tom. What are you going to sing?”
Sputtering, Tom shook his head. “Nothing. I…You aren’t going to make sing, are you?”
Michael laughed his best evil laugh. “Of course I am. Pick something.” He shoved the book at Tom and flipped through a few pages and then pointed. “There. You like Dave Matthews Band, don’t you?”
Tom nodded helplessly and turned another page. “Couldn’t you sing again instead? You looked really good up there.”
Shaking his head, Michael smiled as he suggested, “You just need more alcohol. Drink up, I’m driving.” He watched Tom nervously gulp his drink down. It was endearing really. After everything, Tom was still shy. “I’ll get you another drink.”
Michael made his way to the bar and ordered Tom a double whiskey sour and himself another beer. While he waited, he turned and watched Tom flip the pages of the song title book. Back and forth, he seemed to be trying to decide between two or three of them. It made Michael smile. So adorable.
He glanced at the stage. A pretty brunette was singing about being a material girl. Well singing wasn’t really the word: she was killing the song. He liked that song and the monotone she was using made him wince.
After paying for their drinks, he made his way back to their table. Tom looked up when Michael slid a drink in front of him. “Okay. I’ve decided. You’re evil, you know. I didn’t bring you here so I would have to sing.”
“Nature of the beast, my friend. You’ve got to be better than her.” He sipped the beer and watched Tom struggle to finish the whole drink in front of him while he tried not to laugh at him. Poor Tom. “What’d you pick?”
Tom stood. “I’m not telling you.”
Michael was surprised he didn’t stick his tongue out. He chuckled as Tom made his way to the guy that programmed the songs. Shuffling from foot to foot, cracking his knuckles, Tom nervously waited for his turn.
“Next on the stage is a new comer. He says this is his first karaoke! Rob Meltzer everyone.”
Michael clapped and cheered. It was pretty funny to him that Tom had used the character name he played in the only other television show he’d done. He recognized the music instantly when it started, and was surprised by the choice.
Tom stared at the screen; microphone close to his mouth like he wasn’t really sure where to hold it, almost completely still. “Where are you going with your long face pulling down?”
He wasn’t bad! Sure, he wasn’t Dave Matthews himself, but Tom was a pretty good singer.
Tom blushed a little as he sang, “I am no superman, I have no answers for you.” He was standing in the same spot, staring at the monitor, not moving or getting into it. Michael felt a little bad for making him get up there.
“Woo! Go, Rob!” Michael tried cheering and finally got Tom to at least look up.
He seemed to get into it a little more by the time the chorus came around again. Maybe he’d relaxed enough to remember the words. Or maybe he was fine because no one had booed him yet. “But I do know one thing for sure. Is where you are is where I belong. I do know, where you go, is where I want to be.”
Grinning, he looked up at the crowd and finished the last few lines. Michael cheered again. When Tom had made it back to their table, Michael clapped him on the back and smiled. “Great job! And you said you wouldn’t be any good.”
“Nah. Come on. You don’t have to humor me.”
The waitress brought over another round of drinks and Michael thanked her. Tom gulped his down. He was still sweaty from the lights and his hair was all messed up from where he’d run his fingers through it. Michael licked his suddenly dry lips. They had to get out of there.
He leaned in close and whispered, “I’m not humoring you. That was hot. Now let me take you home.”
Tom nodded enthusiastically and stood. Michael left a fifty on the table and practically ran out the door, with Tom following closely.
Michael hadn’t even picked up his last drink.
~+~
Tom’s hand never left Michael’s thigh for the entire drive to his house. He didn’t necessarily mind, except for the part where he was supposed to be concentrating on driving. Tom was also pretty drunk.
“Hey, Tom?”
“Yes, Gorgeous?”
“Maybe you should call Jamie and tell her you’re staying at my place because you’ve had too much to drink? Unless you already made plans with her or something.”
“Oh! That’s a great idea. Where’s my phone?”
“Probably in your pocket.”
Tom fished around in his jeans for his phone and Michael tried to keep his eyes on the road, and not his friend’s hips as he struggled in the tight pockets. He almost succeeded.
When Tom found the phone, he pushed a few buttons and held it to his ear. “Jamie!”
Michael winced as Tom shouted.
“Yeah. No. I told you me and Michael were going out. Yes I did.” Tom sighed.
Michael panicked for about two seconds.
“No. Listen. I’m staying at his place.” There was more sighing and another pause before he continued, “Jamie. We’ve talked about this. Yes we have. Well, I’ve already decided. I had a few drinks, so did Michael and we probably shouldn’t drive. It’s late and I’m staying.”
Michael tried not to pay attention. It was really hard though, because Tom‘s hand was squeezing his leg as his conversation became more heated.
“Me, too.” He pressed another button on the phone before shoving it back in his pocket.
The silence stretched until Michael cleared his throat and asked, “Everything okay?”
“Yeah.”
“I can take you home if you want.” Michael didn’t want to take Tom home. He wanted to spend the night with him.
“No. I don’t want to go home. I—“
Michael couldn’t help but interrupt. “Really. I don’t want things fucked up because of me.” He took his foot off the gas and tried to decide what his next move would be to get to Tom’s place instead of his own.
“No. I mean it. I want to go to your place. I want you to fuck me. There are a lot of things going on with me and Jamie, and you’re not a problem. She’s upset because I spend so much time away from her. But she knew coming into this that it would be this way. It’s not a problem about the bisexuality.”
Michael couldn’t tell Tom no that many times. He was weak. “You’re sure?”
Tom nodded in the dark and Michael saw the shadows across the dash. He turned a corner and stopped at a stop sign. Taking the opportunity when he could to look at Tom, their eyes met. The heat and desire and raw need that he saw there made the decision for him.
He hit the gas and smiled, eyes back on the road. “Okay. I give. I just can’t resist the Kent Charm.”
Tom laughed. “Good. We’re not far, are we?” He moved his hand up a little on Michael’s thigh, fingers almost touching his cock.
Michael groaned. “No. We’re really close. And if you keep doing that, I’m going to get a lot closer to something else.”
“You mean this?” His hand slid up and cupped Michael’s crotch.
He had been hard when they left the bar, but after Tom’s conversation with Jamie, he was practically soft. The palm rubbing lightly against him, and the low sexy voice coming from Tom, returned him to almost full hardness again. The whimpers were not in his control.
“Tom, I don’t want you to stop that, but I really can’t drive when you’re doing it.” The hand was pulled away and Michael breathed a little easier.
Thankfully they were really close to his house. He turned right and stopped at the gate house. After sliding the keycard into the slot, the bar rose. Driving the van through, he finally pulled into his parking space a few minutes later.
Ignition turned off, and it took all of Michael’s will power not to leap across the seat and throw himself at Tom. When he looked over though, Tom was sulking. Arms crossed, bottom lip stuck out in a mock pout that made him grin.
And want to bite.
“I didn’t say you *had* to stop. Just that I might crash if you didn’t.” He smiled and ran his fingers across Tom’s cheek. “I love it when you touch me.”
A look from underneath his lashes that he had perfected as Clark, and Michael felt desire twist through his stomach, and his cock twitch in his pants. “God, Tom. Do you know what you do to me?”
Tom reached over and put his hand back where it had been. “I can feel.” He leaned over and kissed Michael hard. Wet, hot, tongue sweeping through his mouth before Tom pulled back abruptly. “Inside.”
~+~
Michael kept his hands and fingers to himself until they were safely inside his door. With the door locked, the light still off, he didn’t even try to control himself. He pushed Tom against the wall and grinned. Tom let out a sound of surprise that just egged him on.
Hard, crushing kiss, lips pressed together, while Michael’s hands roamed up and down Tom’s sides and muscular torso. So good, so perfect, all rational thought was gone; the only thing Michael could think of was how much better it would feel if he could be closer. And have less clothing on.
Since only one of those things was possible, he stepped back and took in the look on Tom’s face. Shadows from the outside light danced across his cheeks, showing the lazy, dazed eyes, half lidded and lusty. His mouth red and swollen from kisses and Michael just wanted to grab him by whatever he could get a hold of and drag him into his bedroom and lick him for hours.
Tom moved to wrap his arms around him, and Michael shook his head and took another step back. He pulled the sweater over his head and dropped it to the floor. Tom’s eyes just got bigger. Michael grinned and slid his hands down his chest to the waistband of his pants. He hadn’t planned on doing a strip tease; it just turned out that way.
Tom groaned and tried to touch him again. This was getting fun. He took a couple more steps back, finding himself in the living room. It was darker there, less light from outside. He was careful not to trip over anything as he slowly led them to the bedroom.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Tommy.” Michael switched directions and was in front of Tom in a second. He may have been new at the whole ‘sex with men’ thing, but he knew seduction. He knew how to make someone want him. And he’d been flirting with Tom for months.
He ran his fingers down Tom’s cheek, down his chest and tugged on the hem of his t-shirt. Tom grabbed his hands and held them still. “You are such a tease sometimes, Mike.”
Michael grinned and shook his head. “I’m not teasing. Just enticing”
“Yeah, well, entice me faster.” He pulled Michael to him for another kiss, not letting go of his hands.
It was driving him crazy to be as close to Tom as he was and not be able to touch him. All those muscles, the lines and ridges, Michael ached to explore. And he couldn’t. Tom continued to kiss him, delving deep inside his mouth, licking and probing, and Michael moaned in frustration.
“You don’t like it when I tease you, do you?”
The husky voice was back, the one that he could feel all through his body. He shook his head and tried to will Tom to let him go so he could touch.
“How about we get out of the entryway here, and find someplace that is more helpful in getting what you want? What do you say?”
Michael nodded and arched up into Tom, rubbing his cock against his thigh. “Bedroom. Now.”
“I thought you’d see my point.”
Tom finally released one of his hands and moved towards the bedroom, tugging Michael behind him. He’d been to Michael’s house many times before and knew where the bedroom was. He just hadn’t spent any quality time in it before.
Michael pushed the door open and didn’t bother with the light. He unfastened his pants and pushed them down, letting them pool at his ankles before kicking them away. His bed was made, he’d remembered to do that before he’d left that morning, but the room was still a mess and the pants just blended in.
“Mike. Wait.”
He pulled back, confused, because Tom was the one who had pushed him only a couple of seconds earlier.
“I…we...need supplies. Do you have lube in here?” He gestured with his arm.
Michael laughed and started pulling Tom’s clothes off. “I do. Now, get naked.”
Tom helped, but Michael was highly impatient. Tom giggled. “Oh, it’s funny now?”
Tom nodded.
Once Tom was finally naked, Michael couldn’t stand it anymore. He sank to his knees and leaned in to nuzzle against his thigh, eliciting a gasp from above him that made him grin.
Long, broad strokes with his tongue, tasting the section of skin where Tom’s thigh turned into hip. He grinned into the flesh when he felt the muscles ripple beneath his tongue and Tom shiver.
“Michael,” Tom whispered. “I promised you that you could fuck me.”
He closed his eyes and nodded. “I remember.”
“Well, if you don’t hurry up, I’m not going to able to restrain myself anymore.”
Michael stood and pushed Tom so that he fell across the bed. He reached into the drawer by his bed and pulled out a condom and a little bottle of lube, before settling between Tom’s legs.
Bent knees, hard cock, shiny trails across Tom’s abdomen and that look of anticipation on his face that just made Michael grin at him…Michael groaned at the display before him. His hands shook as he opened the bottle and squeezed entirely too much onto his hand.
He let out a nervous laugh and looked up when Tom leaned up on his elbows and looked at him. “Do you need my help?”
His throat was too dry to answer; he just nodded. Warm, strong fingers wrapped around his wrist and Tom’s thumb spread the liquid around. The fingers guided him to his goal, and he took a deep breath as Tom pushed Michael’s fingers inside of himself.
“You’re going to have to get at least three fingers inside,” Tom said breathlessly. “God, scissor them, move, oh, please.”
Michael couldn’t believe that Tom was already begging. The scratchy, throaty voice made his cock twitch. He withdrew his fingers, shook off Tom’s fingers and pushed two back inside. Groaning and an arch from Tom, and he had to grin and reposition himself closer.
Michael wound his other hand around Tom’s leg and pushed it up to give him better access. Tom shifted on the bed and arched, his cock bobbing and Michael leaned down and took the head into his mouth and he thrust his fingers inside.
Amazing taste across his tongue, and he’d fallen in love with giving a blow job the night before. This just refreshed his memory a little. It was his new favorite thing.
“More, Mike…I need you.”
“God, Tommy, I don’t want to hurt you,” he said when he pulled out.
“Use another finger.”
Michael swallowed thickly and pulled his fingers out, only to replace them with three. So tight and hot, moving them in, pushing and stretching, his cock throbbed with want.
“Now, Mike. Now. Fuck it. Inside me. Now.”
Nodding, he had to agree. “Okay.” He gathered his legs under himself and leaned up on his knees. “Isn’t it going to hurt more like this?”
Tom nodded and smiled, his eyes staring directly at Michael’s engorged cock. “Fuck me.”
Michael rummaged around on the comforter for the condom. He tore it open with his teeth and quickly rolled it onto his cock. After finding the bottle of lube, he slicked his cock and lined himself up. He took a deep breath and pushed forward. The head of his cock breeched Tom’s hole.
“Oh, God. I didn’t know,” Michael panted. He was afraid to move. Afraid to hurt Tom or do it wrong or something, but Tom solved the problem for him. He arched and pushed himself onto Michael’s cock.
His eyes flew open in surprise, and he couldn’t help the groan that escaped his lips. “Move,” Tom ordered from beneath him. “Need you.”
So he did. He thrust forward, filling Tom. Michael cried out and did it again. So good, fucking amazing, really. Hotter and tighter and better than any woman he’d ever been with before. Forget giving blow jobs; this was now his favorite thing.
Slick and hot and so goddamn tight that Michael couldn’t think. He managed to open his eyes when he heard Tom grunting beneath him.
Tom had wrapped his own hand around his cock and was stroking it in time with Michael’s thrusts. God, so hot, Tom just *writhing* on his bed. All that skin… he wanted to bite and leave marks all over him. Own him.
Instead, he contented himself with grabbing onto Tom’s hips and shoving into him harder. He wasn’t going to last much longer. The familiar tingling was starting in the base of his spine. His rhythm grew erratic as he got closer to his release.
“God, make me come, Mike.”
“Yeah. Tommy. You look fucking amazing. God, touching yourself for me. That’s it, faster.”
Tom’s hand sped up and Michael couldn’t tear his eyes away from his face. Tom’s eyes were squeezed shut, his bottom lip caught in his teeth, and he was so beautiful.
In and out when Tom arched up and came all over his hand and Michael’s chest, he couldn’t hold back anymore. The muscles already tight around his cock clenched down and Michael practically howled as he thrust one last time, coming almost immediately after Tom.
His arms shook with exertion. He twisted and landed to one side of Tom as he fell onto the bed, still breathing heavily.
“Mike.”
“Mmm..”
“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”
“Mmm hmm. Why?”
Tom propped himself up on an elbow and grinned down at him. “Fucking amazing.”
Michael grinned back. “And just think: it can only get better.”
Tom groaned and flopped back down to the bed. His arm came up to shield his eyes in mock defeat. “You might kill me.”
They both laughed and Tom pulled him closer. Michael leaned over for a kiss before wrapping an arm around Tom and letting his eyes close. He was too exhausted and too happy to think.
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