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Heated 6: Aftermath
Michael woke up with Tom’s arms around him. It was warm and sunlight streamed in through the window, slanting over the bed. He smiled and stretched slightly. He didn’t really want to move.
Tom had been amazing the night before. Teasing and loving, and…holy fuck. He jerked suddenly as he remembered. Maybe he hadn’t told Tom that he loved him. Maybe that had been a dream.
He’d had plenty of time to come to terms with his feelings for Tom. Realization had smacked him in the head like a brick, but he was in no way ready to let Tom know what he felt yet. Especially when he didn’t know how Tom felt. Especially when he suspected that Tom didn’t feel the same way.
His sudden movement woke Tom, who stirred behind him. But the arms around him didn’t move, and soft lips found the back of his neck, brushing a kiss there.
“Morning,” Tom whispered. Michael could even feel the smile against his skin.
“Morning.” Please don’t let it be awkward, Michael prayed on the inside.
“I always sleep better with you.”
Michael wasn’t sure what to say to that. He wasn’t supposed to ask questions that could have difficult answers. Especially if he asked things like, ‘Better than with your wife?’
He murmured instead and twisted slightly. Golden skin and dark lashes, Tom was beautiful. Smiling, he leaned in for a quick kiss before he pulled away. “Nature calls,” he explained as he slipped off the bed and padded to the bathroom.
He was still naked, and he felt weird walking around Tom’s house without any clothes on. Well, when he was paying attention. Last night, he’d been way too caught up in the aftermath of Tom’s amazing blowjob. Teasing little bastard.
He finished and washed his hands. His toothbrush was in his duffel, still in Tom’s car, so he swished mouthwash in his mouth before heading back into the bedroom.
Tom was stretched out on his back, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. The sheet up around his hips, chest displayed in all its glory. He hadn’t let on that Michael had expressed his undying love the night before, so Michael wasn’t bringing it up. Maybe that had all been in his imagination
Sliding out from underneath the sheet, Tom smiled as he passed by on his way for his turn in the bathroom. Michael hoped that the tension in the room was also part of his imagination.
Michael wandered around the house, trying to find his clothes. His shirt was half under the bed, pants and boxers crumpled in the hallway. He slid on his boxers and walked slowly back to the bedroom, tossing his clothes into a pile by the door. Tom was opening drawers and muttering to himself about doing laundry.
He looked up when Michael entered the room. His eyes traveled up and down before saying, “I see you found your clothes.”
Michael just nodded.
“Have any plans for the day?”
Michael shook his head. He’d been hoping to spend it with Tom. Whether out doing things or inside doing completely different things, but he’d hoped. But maybe he’d fucked everything up the night before.
“Me, either. Is everything okay?”
Michael nodded. “Just a little worn out still. I could probably use a couple more hours of sleep.”
Tom grinned. “Sorry about that.”
He didn’t sound sorry at all.
Michael met the grin with one of his own. “Yeah, I was up till all hours doing God knows what.”
“I know what,” Tom whispered. He dropped whatever he was holding back into the drawer and met Michael’s eyes as he walked over to him. Tom pulled him close, pressing their lips together for a heated kiss.
Thoughts spun through Michael’s mind. Either he was wrong or it was okay. Strong fingers slid across his head, settling on his neck to press him closer.
“I like the hair,” whispered Tom.
Michael grinned. “Me, too. I miss it. I never shave when we’re on hiatus.”
“Do you want to go back to bed? Or shower?”
Michael’s eyes flicked to the rumpled bed. The sheets were probably a mess. “How about the shower?” He made a face.
“Yeah, I suppose I should throw those sheets into the washer.”
Michael nodded vehemently. “Yes. They definitely need it.”
Chuckling, Tom suggested, “Why don’t you go start the shower and I’ll start these. I’ll be in to join you in a minute.”
“Great plan.”
Michael loved shower sex first thing in the morning. He could feel his cock stir at the prospect. All soapy and wet… “Hey, want me to help with those?” He moved to the bed and started pulling the linens off. He wanted Tom in that shower.
Tom was laughing at him. Laughing! “In a hurry, are we?”
Nodding, Michael just ignored the laughter. He’d show Tom. He shook a pillow to get the case off before tossing it into the pile with the comforter and sheets Tom had already stripped.
Thank God he was in his boxers. He followed Tom down the hall to the little laundry room off the kitchen and helped him shove the bedding into the washing machine. Tom stared at the controls and Michael laughed at him. “Don’t know how to use the machine?”
Tom rolled his eyes. “Shut up.” He dumped soap into the machine and twisted the knob. Michael smirked at him. He’d been doing his own laundry since high school. He shook his head when Tom chose the wrong water temperature.
“You wash linens in hot water.” He turned the knob around the dial to find the right setting. “And you should probably use some bleach or something.”
Tom looked up to the shelves and pulled down the jug of bleach before Michael stopped him with a hand to his wrist. “Maybe color-safe? In the blue jug? You don’t want bleach spots on those.”
Rolling his eyes, Tom put the jug back before reaching for the blue bottle next to it. “Jesus, Mike. It’s just laundry.”
“Whatever, Tom. I just want you to hurry, but you might as well do it right while you’re doing it” He also didn’t want Jamie to come home to ruined sheets. Michael had a hard enough time looking her in the eye.
He leaned over and planted a kiss on Tom’s lips before backing away and heading back to the bathroom. “I’ll meet you there.”
Showers were supposed to be hot. And steamy. Steamy, hot, soapy, wet showers that weren’t just for cleaning were the best kind. He twisted the water knobs before dropping his boxers to the floor.
Michael was in love with Tom’s shower. Perfect water pressure and water that didn’t cool for a long time. He stood under the hot spray, letting it beat onto his face as he waited for Tom. The door to the room opened and seconds later, the curtain was pulled back and Tom stepped into the tub.
There was a pause as Tom just stared at him, like he was seeing his naked body for the first time. It made him nervous.
“What?”
“Just looking. Aren’t I allowed?”
“Of course.” Michael stepped forward and reached for the scrubby hung behind Tom. He filled it with soap and started brushing it across Tom’s chest.
Tom stood there, letting him, and Michael took the opportunity to let his fingers trail in the soapy bubbles. Slick. Just like he’d wanted. “I know you’ve heard this before, but your chest is fucking perfect.”
Tom grinned and slid his hands down Michael’s sides to rest on his hips. “I love hearing it from you …quot; it means more.”
When Tom started that sentence with ‘I love…’ Michael couldn’t keep his shoulders from stiffening. He’d let out a shaky breath as Tom continued. Tom loved *hearing* it from him. He didn’t love him. God, he was so stupid. Tom loved his wife. Not Michael.
Michael smiled back as Tom pulled him forward. Their bodies slid together and Michael squeezed the scrubby that was still in his hand, letting the soapy water run down their chests. Tom groaned as their cocks brushed together and Michael pushed the thoughts away, focused on staying on his feet and still getting close to Tom.
“God, Mike. Like that.”
Grinning, Michael dropped the scrubby and grabbed Tom’s ass to pull him closer. He watched as Tom’s head titled back and rested on the wall. Jesus, he was so fucking hot like that. “So beautiful,” Michael whispered. His hips moved of their own accord, thrusting, pushing into Tom. Their cocks slid together, again and again.
Michael had to bite his lip to keep back further proclamations of love. The word sounded in his head. Breathing was becoming difficult and Michael had to prop himself up with his hands on the tiled wall as Tom arched back into him.
“Love that, Mike. Love this, love you. God!” Tom’s shout echoed through the room as he came. A burst of warm wetness covered Michael’s stomach and cock, but he could only stare at Tom. Had he just said…Tom loved him?
A hand wrapped around Michael’s cock, forcing him to focus on the stroking. His orgasm was only seconds behind Tom’s.
He was still in shock. Tom loved him. He had to get a hold of himself. He couldn’t take anything that was said at the point of climax as true. When he’d said it the night before, it was after the sex. Not during.
Panting, Michael was still staring at Tom. There was a hand still on his dick and Tom leaned in to kiss him.
When the water started to cool, Michael pulled away reluctantly and turned towards the spray to rinse himself off. Tom grinned at him. He didn’t seem to be freaked by the whole love thing. Maybe Michael was making too big of a deal of everything. “Dry off and meet me in the bedroom. I want you to fuck me,” Tom whispered.
Groaning, Michael nodded and stepped out of the tub. There were towels on the rack and he pulled one off. Drying quickly, he wrapped the towel around his waist and made his way to the bedroom. In the short trip, he made up his mind to ask Tom …quot; to find out where they stood, because otherwise, he was never going to be able to relax.
Tom was in the bedroom with a towel around his middle and one in his hand drying his hair. The grin on his face just added to his look …quot; the only way Michael could describe it was ‘fuckable.’ His cock was starting to stir again. This conversation might be difficult if all of his blood had left his brain.
“Hey, Tom? I have a question.”
“Sure, Mike. Anything.” He continued to dry his hair with that distracting smile on his face.
Michael swallowed and looked away before continuing. “So…what you said. Uh…before? About how you…uh…feel?”
Tom nodded when he looked up. “You said it last night,” he said with another grin.
“I…I wasn’t sure…”
“I love you, too, Mike. Of course I do.” He crossed the room and pulled Michael to him. “Did you really not know how I cared about you?”
“I knew… I just…I didn’t *know*.” A shock of happiness swept through him. Tom loved him. Tom cared. There was no way he could stop the smile from spreading across his face.
“You’ve been freaking all morning, haven’t you?”
Michael nodded. Tom knew him entirely too well. “I was torn between hoping you hadn’t heard and wondering if I’d said it out loud.”
Tom’s hands slid down his back, down to the towel at Michael’s waist and tugged it off. “You did. And I did. Admit it, Michael.” Tom’s voice was all husky and deep. Michael could practically feel it in the pit of his stomach. “You love me.” The hand that had just removed the towel trailed around Michael’s hip and started stroking his cock. Each word was punctuated by a gentle squeeze. “You can’t wait to fuck me.”
“Jesus, Tom.” He couldn’t help rocking into it. Tom had wonderful hands.
“Say it, Mike. Then I’ll get down on my hands and knees so you can fuck me. You want that, don’t you, Mike? To push your cock inside me and fuck me until neither of us can move?”
Michael could only nod. Jesus Christ. Fuck. Just…fuck. Tom’s hand was still on his cock, still stroking him. “I love you,” he managed to whisper.
The change was almost instantaneous. One second he was getting jacked off, and the next, there was cold air replacing the hand and when he opened his eyes Tom was kneeling on the floor.
How the fuck was he supposed to say no to something like that? Tom looked back, over his shoulder and grinned. Michael tried not to think about giving the Man of Steel rug burns on his knees. He hoped that Tom didn’t have any naked scenes coming up or that at least the makeup people could fix it. Because he was going to fuck Tom hard enough to leave marks of some kind. He was beyond caring.
Michael folded himself down to his knees behind Tom and smiled. Tom wanted to be fucked, but he didn’t say that Michael couldn’t have his fun first. With one hand, Michael smoothed a few remaining droplets of water down Tom’s hip and leaned forward.
The scent from the soap in the shower surrounded Michael as he moved closer. He breathed out across Tom’s still damp skin, enjoying the goose bumps that rose slightly. Tom shivered and made a noise of surprise as Michael licked upwards.
“Jesus, Mike,” Tom said breathlessly. He made a half-hearted attempt to move away, but Michael wrapped his fingers around Tom’s hips and held on as he licked again. They hadn’t experimented much with this, but Michael wanted to get as close to Tom as he could. In fact, last night was the first time Tom had rimmed him.
It was like he needed reassurance that their declarations were real, needed something tangible, even if it was just the dark taste washing over him.
Tom had gone from trying to move away to pushing back into Michael’s tongue. The whimpers reached his ears and Michael grinned as he laved around Tom’s hole. The skin was darker here and the taste and scent so much more *Tom* and Michael couldn’t get close enough.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tom chanted. “Please, oh, God. Please, Mike. Touch me.”
Michael slid one hand close to Tom’s cock, but didn’t touch it. Instead, he licked harder with his tongue. One stroke of his hand and then Michael pulled away, panting heavily.
Michael didn’t want Tom to come too soon. He wanted to feel it while he was inside of him. He straightened and leaned over to pick up the bottle of lube. It had fallen on the floor sometime during the night, but it was right where he needed it now. His hands were shaking as he poured it onto his fingers.
He used two fingers to slick inside, but Tom begged, “Please, inside. Fuck me, Mike. I don’t care.”
Michael couldn’t form words to answer. Instead he opened a condom and rolled it onto his cock so he could push inside. Tom groaned loudly and Michael knew that it was too close. He could feel the sounds burning inside him, but he was afraid that if they surfaced he might break into a million pieces.
He was so close to orgasm that Michael couldn’t form a rhythm long enough for Tom to follow it. His hips snapped in their own cadence, the sweat slid down his face, but Michael just closed his eyes and kept thrusting.
There was no way he could concentrate enough to touch Tom’s cock at the same time, but he draped himself across Tom’s back and reached for it, only to find Tom’s hand there. He wrapped his hand around Tom’s and let him set the pace. He could feel Tom squeeze and then he was shouting and coming.
The muscles around Michael’s cock clenched down and he could only ride out the waves of ecstasy as they crashed over him.
When he finally opened his eyes, he was still buried in Tom and he was still mostly hard. He groaned and twitched his hips experimentally. Tom whimpered. “Still hard, Tommy,” Michael whispered.
“Yeah. Feels good.”
“Yeah?” He thrust gently, not really sure if there was still enough lube. Tom groaned, but it sounded like a happy groan. “Still good?”
Tom just nodded and arched back into him. Oh, God. He had no idea how this was happening. He’d always needed recovery time, especially considering that this was technically round two. His cock slid inside the condom and he felt light headed. He was still way too sensitive, it was way too soon.
Michael pushed in slowly, until his balls rested against Tom’s ass. He brushed his hand up Tom’s spine and wound his fingers in his hair. With a gentle tug, Michael pulled him up so his chest was to Tom’s back and he wrapped his arm around him.
“So beautiful,” he whispered in Tom’s ear, and bit down on the lobe. Tom jerked and then tilted his head for a kiss. Wet and messy, their mouths met just as Michael started to make shallow thrusts into Tom …quot; more rocking, really, than actual thrusts.
One of Tom’s hands was on Michael’s hip and the other was cupped around his head, pulling him closer at every point that he could. It was like he couldn’t get close enough either. Michael finally pulled away from the kiss, still panting. “God, Tom.”
“Yeah. Fuck me, Mike.” He tugged against Michael’s hip and pushed back.
God. Michael concentrated on moving his hips. A couple of hard thrusts and then a twist of his hips, just to hear Tom moan. He smiled into Tom’s shoulder and licked a stray drop of moisture into his mouth.
“Come on, Tommy. Need you to come. Need you.” His words barely made sense anymore, but Michael didn’t care. He slid one hand down Tom’s chest and wrapped it around his cock.
Tom gave a strangled groan and rocked between Michael’s cock and his hand. The feeling of Tom pushing back onto his cock forced a moan from Michael’s lips. He couldn’t think of anything to say beyond chanting Tom’s name.
It didn’t take much more. Tom came all over Michael’s hand and Michael wasn’t far behind. They collapsed on the carpet and when Michael finally got around to opening his eyes, he was still plastered across Tom’s back.
“We need another shower.”
“Mmm…” It wasn’t really an answer from Tom, but Michael smiled anyway and slowly untangled himself. “Love you,” Tom whispered.
That brought a grin to Michael’s face. “Yeah. Love you, too.”
He knew there was a lot to work out between them. Jamie, the show… hiding everything between them, but Michael was pretty happy at that moment. He ran his fingers through Tom’s hair and stood up. Hopefully the water in the shower had heated back up.
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