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Sometimes The Rumors Are True
“I still think my favorite rumor was the one that you had gone clubbing at a gay bar in England,” Tom said with a grin.
Michael smiled back lazily. “That wasn’t a rumor.”
Tom leaned up, interested now. “So, you went to a gay club?”
Laughing, Michael nodded. “It just wasn’t when they reported it and it wasn’t someplace called “Heaven.” I would never go somewhere with that cheesy of a name.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I know,” Michael said before slipping an arm around Tom’s waist. They were snuggled on Michael’s couch, supposedly watching a movie. But the sound was off and the menu screen just repeated over and over.
“I like the one where I supposedly lived in a houseboat. I said that as a joke on one of those specials, and it spread like wildfire.”
“That might have been fun,” Tom waggled his eyebrows and leaned over for a kiss. When he sat back, breathless, he grinned. “Just think, the waves rocking us to sleep after an intense bout of sex. You in my arms…”
Michael moved so that he was lying on Tom’s chest. After another heated kiss that involved some shameless groping, Michael tried to look thoughtful. “We could take a cruise. That would certainly start more rumors.”
“I could buy you a boat. To go with your new car.”
Michael laughed. “You’re such an ass to say that I didn’t get you anything.”
“Sex doesn’t count.”
“And I quote, ‘That was the best blowjob of my life,’ and it doesn’t count?”
Tom was laughing as Michael pulled away. He was fake-pouting. They both knew it, but it was so cute that Tom couldn’t resist kissing him again.
“It *was* the best blowjob of my life. Well, until the next one. But can you imagine what the rumors would have been if I’d said *that*?”
“You could have lied. Said I gave you a watch or something.”
“I made it all up! I didn’t buy you a car!”
“What kind of car was it?”
Tom rolled his eyes and pulled Michael back to his chest. “You have the van. Why would I buy you a car?”
“Because the van gets recognized everywhere I go and you’re jealous of the screaming fangirls?”
Michael could feel the rumbling in Tom’s chest as he laughed. Michael had to laugh himself. This whole conversation was ridiculous. But the fact that he could have it with Tom was the best things about the whole relationship. He loved having someone that he could just be silly with and not worry about anything else.
Tom tightened his arms around Michael and arched his hips off the couch, just to see how receptive Michael might be.
Michael groaned and pushed back. It was cute how Tom thought he had to ask permission. “What was that, Tommy? You want to fuck me?”
Tom nodded and slid one hand down to Michael’s ass. “There’re rumors about this, too.”
“I don’t care,” he said breathlessly. He was torn between the hand on his ass and friction he could get on his cock. He rocked between the two before pushing up to his knees, forgoing them both. After a questioning look from Tom, he smiled. “We need to be naked.”
Tom’s hands immediately went to his own jeans. Naked sounded like the best plan ever. After a few minutes of struggling, they were both bare. Michael reached over Tom for the drawer in the table and found his stash of lube and condoms in the back. He dropped them on the floor next to them.
They were both hard and when Michael settled back down, he rocked against Tom again, just because he could. He wanted Tom inside of him and he really didn’t want to wait. “You didn’t answer me, Tom.” He slid his hand down Tom’s chest to his cock.
“Fuck. About what?”
Tom’s cock twitched in his hand and Michael smiled. He stroked experimentally, loving the noises he got in response. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“God. You have to ask? Of course I do.”
Michael reached for the lube. He kept stroking Tom’s cock as he reached down to prepare himself. “God, Mike. You look fucking amazing when you do that.”
Through heavily lidded eyes, Michael watched as Tom felt around for the condom and rolled it on. From this angle, he couldn’t quite reach everything, but he was too turned on to care. “Fuck it. Are you ready, Tom?”
Tom nodded and then Michael grasped Tom’s cock with one hand and very slowly, lowered himself onto it.
The low moan from Tom was only encouragement and after a few seconds of getting used to it, Michael started to move. Tom’s hands slid to his ass and he leaned up to take a kiss as they caught a rhythm and moved together. He loved to feel Tom inside him, so deep he could barely remember where he ended and Tom began. Plus he got to watch Tom’s face.
He was beautiful when they fucked. Hell, Tom was beautiful all the time, but especially then. His eyes scrunched up in concentration, but didn’t close completely. Tom always bit his lip, worried that little spot near the corner of his bottom lip until Michael dragged him closer for a kiss.
And Tom always made the best sounds when Michael was riding his cock. Little grunts mixed in with breathless moans that sounded like his name; it always drove Michael crazy.
Tom managed to get a hand between them and on Michael’s cock. Euphoria raced through him and he had to come. Just another stroke and he could tell he was so close. Michael ground himself down onto Tom and cried out as he came. Tom was seconds behind him and they collapsed, gasping for air.
When he finally caught his breath, Michael smiled down at Tom. “It’s good to know that some of the rumors are true.”
Tom grinned back. “The really good ones always are.”
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