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Heated 4: The Present
Michael smiled into Tom’s rapidly rising and falling chest as their breathing returned to normal.
He had discovered that he loved to be fucked; the stretch and burn of the initial push, the slap of Tom’s balls against his ass, the way Tom rubbed against his prostate every time he thrust into him. Fucking amazing.
Tom finally shifted and settled next to him, leaning to kiss him first. “I didn’t tell you about the present I bought for you, did I?” His face had ended up right next to Michael’s ear, and the sexy whisper Tom was using made him shiver.
Michael ran a hand up Tom’s arm. “No, but you didn’t have to get me anything.”
“I know,” Tom said, grinning. He didn’t move or say anything for a few seconds until Michael couldn’t stand it anymore.
“What is it?”
Tom laughed. “I’ll get it in a minute. It’s in my coat pocket.”
Michael sighed and let Tom pull him closer. He loved the feel of Tom’s huge arms wrapped around him.
He still wasn’t sure what exactly was going on. He and Tom had been sleeping together for a few weeks, and it was always great. They had kept it quiet enough, low-key enough in public so no one knew.
And they fucked every chance they could get. On the set, in his dressing room, in his van, in every room of his apartment…even once in Tom’s bed when Jamie was out of town.
That had made Michael feel dirty. He still felt an amazing amount of guilt over Jamie. He knew he didn’t really have Tom. It wasn’t like he expected Tom to leave his wife for him.
But Tom assured him that Jamie was okay with this…whatever it was. She was the only one besides the two of them that knew anything was going on at all.
Michael sighed. He didn’t like to have these thoughts when Tom was with him. He tried to make the most of their time together. And making the most of their time usually meant more sex.
Tom kissed him again and stood up. He didn’t bother to dress as he left the room. Michael had to grin at that. Sure, confident Tom, so at ease in his own body. It made him smile.
Alone with his thoughts, Michael tried to shake the melancholy off. He gave himself an internal pep talk. ‘It’s just fucking. It’s just sex. It’s not like you’ve made declarations or he has, or anything. Just sex.’
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, determined to think only good thoughts, Tom was leaning in the doorway, dangling something from his fingers. And grinning.
“What’s that?”
Tom twirled whatever was on his finger as he walked back to the bed. He saw Tom’s cock was getting hard again, and he smiled.
“Anal beads,” he said. He sat down and dragged them across Michael’s stomach.
Michael gasped, his stomach hitching away from the connected beads. They were cold. “That doesn’t sound exactly pleasant.”
Tom smirked and dipped his tongue into Michael’s belly button, following the path made by the beads. “It can be extremely pleasant.” He paused and glanced up, “Are you telling me you don’t know what these are?”
Michael’s only answer was a moan. Tom grinned into his skin, biting gently before moving up and licking across Michael’s collar bone. He paused to suck on an ear lobe before he started whispering, “You see, Mike. First you have to pour lube all over the beads.” He poked his tongue into Michael’s ear, which made him shiver and arch into the air.
“Then, you should pour some of the lube over your fingers and use them to stretch yourself. But just a little bit. Just enough to get the beads in really.” He reached down and ran a finger across Michael’s thigh.
“You’re trying to kill me aren’t you? And I know what they are, I just never thought of them…” He drifted off, unsure.
Tom grinned. Michael would have sworn it was evil. “Pleasurable?” he asked and ran his tongue down his neck.
“Oh, you are evil.”
“Only because you like me to be.” He shifted to a better position between Michael’s legs and slid a finger down the burgeoning erection he found there. “You like the idea of these, don’t you? We should play with them…before I tell you what I have in mind.”
Michael nodded. “Yes. Please.”
Tom searched for the bottle of lube that was somewhere in the folds of the bedding. He deliberately flicked the lid on the bottle and tipped it to pour a good amount into his palm as Michael watched him closely. He slid the beads through it and then leaned down to paint stripes of lube across Michael’s thighs.
Tom had already fucked him once tonight, so when he finally pushed two fingers inside of Michael, it was only a slight stretch, but he still couldn’t help moaning at the touch.
“Oh, still ready for me, I see. The next step with these is to push them inside you.” He grabbed Michael’s hand and made him touch the beads. “See how they start out small and get bigger?”
Michael moaned softly as his fingers slid over the slick beads. Tom pulled them away quickly and gathered the beads in one hand. He bent over, concentration all over his face, and started pushing them inside.
His eyes opened wide and Michael moaned deeply when the first one went in with a soft popping noise. “Oh, Jesus.”
Tom took a deep breath and pushed another bead in. With his other hand, he reached over for Michael’s cock, stroking experimentally – already hard. Michael bucked into the touch and panted loudly.
“Don’t come yet. I want to suck your cock with these inside you.”
Michael groaned. “Tom – you’re killing me.”
Tom just chuckled and pushed another bead inside. There was only two or three left, Michael couldn’t remember.
Michael tried to thrust forward into Tom’s hand or back to get all of the beads inside him, desperate for release, he didn’t even care how. “Please, Tommy.” He sucked in a breath, not caring at all how much he begged.
“Shhh…It’s okay.” Tom probed with a finger inside Michael’s hole. “Only two more, breathe.”
Michael nodded and tried to breathe in through his nose. That didn’t help. All he could smell was Tom’s spicy heat infused with his sheets. He felt Tom slip another bead inside him, followed briefly by the tip of his finger.
“How many – fuck! How many more, Tom?”
“Just one, it’s the big one. Think you can handle it?”
Michael shifted and gasped as he felt all the beads move inside him. “Hurry,” he managed to rasp.
Tom grinned and pushed the final one inside, and without another word, he leaned down and took Michael’s cock into his mouth.
He sucked and slurped, making noise like he knew Michael liked it. One hand stayed with the long string of beads while the other wrapped around his cock, working it in time with his mouth. Rhythm just like Michael needed.
“Tom…Tommy…Gonna….Oh God! Tommy.” His eyes flew open because just as he came, the beads were yanked from inside him. Pleasure shot through him causing him to shout incoherently.
He sagged back to the mattress and concentrated on breathing.
Tom was just plain evil. That was the only thing he could think of. At least it was the good kind of evil.
“You didn’t hear my original plan.”
Michael shook his head.
“I want you to wear these tomorrow. On the set.”
Michael blinked and laughed. “It must be that I just had one of the best orgasms of my life, because I’m not hearing things correctly. Clearly, one of us is insane if I just heard what I think I heard.”
Tom stretched next to him. His still-hard cock pressed against Michael’s thigh. “I’m not insane. Just think about it. Those beads shifting inside of you with every step, every time you sit down. With every single movement, they’ll be inside you, reminding you of this. Of how good they felt.”
Michael opened his eyes and stared at Tom.
“Come on. For me?”
He groaned and turned into Tom’s arms. “You expect me to walk around all day tomorrow with a hard on?”
“You’ll just have to control yourself.”
“Sadist.”
Tom laughed. “You can’t wait, can you?”
Michael shook his head and grinned. “I may have to coerce you into several blow jobs throughout the day. Or take care of things myself. But I can probably manage.”
He snaked a hand down to Tom’s erection and wrapped his fingers around it. Tom groaned and thrust awkwardly. They weren’t at the best angle for this, but the hot, insistent flesh didn’t seem to mind.
“You seem to like the idea too, Tommy. What are you going to be doing all day? Thinking about how hard I am for you?” He pumped his fingers up and down the shaft. “Wondering if I’ve disappeared from the set to go to lunch or to jack off in my trailer? Imagining my cock in your mouth?”
Tom panted and thrust harder. Michael licked his shoulder and moved his hand faster. “That’s it, Tom. Fuck me, fuck my hand. Harder.” He whimpered and finally erupted all over Michael’s knuckles.
Michael captured Tom’s lips in a kiss and smiled down at him. He didn’t know how he was going to deal with those beads inside of him all day, but he couldn’t wait to try. This was probably a really bad idea. But the thought made Michael so hot he couldn’t *not* do it.
~+~
He’d had to jack off in his van in the parking lot. He’d been late for his make-up call by fifteen minutes. Later than he’d ever been in his entire career.
When he’d shown up flushed and languid, Natalie had smiled knowingly and shook her head. She was, as were most of the crew, convinced that he had a new girlfriend. And since that was the easiest explanation, Michael let them all believe it.
He squirmed in his seat and couldn’t meet Natalie’s eyes, so he closed his own so he didn’t have to avoid her. Michael jerked in surprise when he heard Tom’s voice. Thankfully, the shaving was done. He groaned softly and ignored the look from Nat.
“Hey, Mikey,” Tom said softly.
“Hi, Tom.” Bastard.
“How are you doing?”
Michael scowled. Tom knew *exactly* how he was doing. “What are you doing here so early?”
“We have that big scene today with both of us and Emmanuelle.”
“Oh, yeah. I think I get to drive one of the cool cars again. I love the cars.” He tried to smile and joke like normal, but he had no idea how he was going to get through his scenes, let alone anywhere he had to be remotely close to Tom.
Especially with the damn beads in his ass.
Tom smiled deliberately. “We should go over our lines before the scene.”
Nodding fiercely, Michael agreed.
“Come find me when you’re done with your first scene. I have a scene with John in the barn.”
“Sure. I have to film with Emmanuelle in the Anger Management Class.”
Michael leaned back so Natalie could finish his make-up. And try to think of things that wouldn’t make him hard.
~+~
His first scene had gone horribly. Michael could feel every single bead, every single time he moved. His cock was painfully hard and Emmanuelle probably thought he was a huge pervert. He just wanted to go back to his dressing room and relieve some of the pressure.
Tom was watching. Michael could practically *feel* his smirk. Asshole.
He finally got through it, and stalked off to his dressing room.
Michael was angry and horny and so damn hard he couldn’t stand it. And Tom was just *laughing* at him. He was going to get even.
He started pacing in his dressing room and immediately thought better of it. Each additional step he took moved the beads inside of him. At first the torture was bearable, but now he needed to think of something that would take his mind off his cock and his ass. He was seated and trying hard not to tap his foot when his door opened and Tom slipped in.
Thank God.
“How did it go?”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do right now.”
He couldn’t help it. Michael knew he was pouting, but he didn’t care. Tom locked the door behind him and leaned against it. “Even if I were to tell you that the director just called lunch break and we have at least an hour before we have to be back on the set of our scene?”
Michael smiled and Tom crossed the room. He dropped to his knees in front of Michael and smiled up at him.
“Would a blow job make you feel better?”
He rolled his eyes. “What do you think?”
Tom chuckled and gave Michael what would usually be classified as an innocent look.
It *so* didn’t work.
“Yes, okay? Yes. Blow me.” He reached down and unbuttoned his own pants, too impatient to wait for Tom.
He pushed his boxers down, exposing his already hard and leaking cock. Tom licked his lips before leaning down to leave a kiss on the head.
Michael groaned and tried to thrust, but Tom pulled back. “Listen, I had an idea.”
“What? Anything. I just need…”
“I know. I’ve been cruel, haven’t I?”
Tom stood and pushed down his jeans and let his flannel slide to the floor. He kicked them both away and looked back at Michael. “Take off your pants.”
Michael stood and followed instructions quickly, sitting back when he was done, panting.
Tom straddled his lap and grabbed his hand. “Here. Feel.” He pushed Michael’s hand to his ass.
“Oh, God. You’re already stretched and…” He buried his face in Tom’s chest.
“I took a little detour before I got here.”
“God.”
Tom clutched Michael’s cock and slowly sat down. He groaned and shoved his other hand in his mouth, biting down.
“Shh, Tommy. People could hear.” Tom nodded and moved, slowly sliding up and down Michael’s cock.
“I jacked off in the van before work. I was even late,” Michael whispered.
Tom groaned. “Do you still have the…are the beads still in?”
“Yes. God, they feel so good. Every time I move they bump against my prostate.”
Tom’s hands were on Michael’s shoulders, using them as leverage.
“God,” Tom moaned. “Fuck me.”
Michael thrust up meeting every downward twist.
“Oh, God. Right there…” Tom trailed off, his concentration obviously on other things.
Michael scrambled for the ring on the beads on an upward thrust and managed to pop the largest bead out. A tremor shot through his body, and he almost came. “Oh, fuck,” he swore.
“So close, Mike. God. Hurry.”
Michael lifted his hips faster. He was close too.
So many sensations, all at once. Tom sliding up and down on his cock, the beads moving inside his ass and he couldn’t make *any noise*. So hot, so much and he was going to come.
“Please, Mike. Please…” Tom moved faster. His hand practically a blur on his cock.
Too much and Michael pulled harshly on the string of beads as he came. He bit down painfully on his lip as he did, whimpering as Tom came as well.
Michael finally opened his eyes when he started to catch his breath. His cock was still inside Tom. He squirmed and wondered if they were going to ruin every couch on the set.
Hopefully, though, Tom wasn’t going to make him wear the beads anymore. Tom smiled at him wickedly, like he’d just been waiting for Michael to open his eyes and he was worried, until he purposely opened his hand and licked across the palm.
Michael leaned forward and sucked Tom’s fingers into his mouth, sharing Tom’s come.
“God, Mike,” he breathed.
They grinned at each other and Tom stood and stretched. “I guess we better get cleaned up. Lunch time is almost over.”
“I guess that’s enough protein until dinner.” They laughed as they moved to the bathroom, together.
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