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Meaning What You Say
Michael was practicing in front of the mirror. He smiled shyly at himself and looked up. "I love you."
His voice cracked.
This wasn't going to work.
"I love you," he tried again. He sounded like a teen-ager.
Maybe if he said it enough times it would get less scary. He really did care about Tom. Loved him. Fucking in love with him. Michael's reflection shook his head.
Pathetic.
~*~
Tom was hiding from his wife. She had been suspicious of him ever since she'd found the condom wrapper in his jeans. He swore he wasn't cheating and she'd grudgingly agreed to believe him. But she was watching him like a hawk.
He was cheating on her, but not like she thought. It had been easy to tell her he wasn't seeing another woman. That at least was true. She thought it was a make-up girl or a script girl from the set.
Little did she know it wasn't a woman at all.
And he wasn't just cheating. He was in love. In love and confused as all fuck about it not only being a man, but his best friend and co-star. But Jamie probably didn't care who it was. And man, was she going to be pissed when she found out.
He unlocked the bathroom door and called to Jamie as he made his way to the door. "I'm going over to Michael's."
"Michael?"
She was so nosy and annoying lately!
"Yes," he sighed. "We're going to watch his new movie."
"When are you coming home?"
"I'm probably going to crash on his couch. It takes a few beers to sit through any of his movies."
She eyed him suspiciously. "Okay, I'll call you later. Have fun."
"Thanks." He grabbed his jacket and locked the door on his way out.
He sang along with the CD that Michael had made for him on his way. It was all eighty's love songs. Tom didn't know if that meant anything or not.
He pulled up and before he could even knock, Michael had the door open for him. Like he'd been watching out the window for him.
Tom grinned. God, Michael looked good. Just jeans and a t-shirt, but he could fill out clothes like no one else. Tom had to clench his hands into fists so he didn't grab him immediately.
He finally got inside and leaned down for a kiss.
"What are we doing tonight?" Michael asked when they'd finally separated.
Tom grinned again. "I told Jamie that we were going to watch your movie."
"What movie? Bringing Down the House?" Tom nodded. "We've seen that, though."
"I know," Tom said as he leaned in for another kiss.
"Oh," Michael breathed. He arched into Tom and Tom could feel how hard he was. He'd been thinking about sucking Michael's cock all day. And he would. But there was something else he wanted more.
He licked Michael's ear and whispered, "I want you to suck me."
Michael dropped to his knees and started in on the buttons of Tom's Dockers. Just the fact that it was immediate shot lust straight through him. So fucking hot and the fact that it was Michael made it so much better.
Slick warm wetness surrounded him and Tom moaned as he pushed inside. Michael's hands on his ass, pulling him closer, deeper and it was too good to think.
"Michael… Mike… God, love you. Love this. Suck me. Fuck!" He could hear himself babbling, but he didn't care. "Mikey. Love you…"
The mouth surrounding him moved faster, the tongue worked harder and God, it was so tight. It didn't take much for him to come. When he finally did, Michael pulled back to rest his cheek on Tom's shaky thigh.
Hot breath across his skin and he could even feel Michael's throat work as he swallowed.
"Did you mean that?"
"What?"
"Did you mean that? That you love me?"
Tom looked down and lifted Michael's chin. "Yeah," he whispered. "I did. I do. I love you."
Michael smiled. "Me too. I love you, too."
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