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Substitute
The guy next to him looked really familiar. It was driving him nuts. Michael kept looking at him out of the corner of his eye. Sure, he looked a little bit like Tom, but that wasn’t it. He refused to believe that was the only reason the guy looked familiar. He was in LA, though; could be just about anyone.
Finally, Michael shook his head, took the last swallow of the drink in front of him and turned to look at the other guy. He was really very pretty, but Michael recognized him from something. From a television show, movie he’d seen recently, or…something. He was just sitting on the bar stool, staring at his almost empty drink, so Michael decided to ask.
“Hi,” he started. “I’m Michael. I know that I know you from somewhere and I can’t figure out where. It’s driving me crazy.”
“Ian. Ian Somerhalder.” He stuck out his hand and Michael shook it, finally realizing.
“You were on Young Americans! That was a great show! I met you a few years back at a WB party. I’m Michael Rosenbaum. I was on ‘Zoe, Duncan, Jack and Jane?’”
Ian just blinked at him.
Michael made a motion around his head with his hands. “I had hair?” That only got him a nod. Ian still didn’t look like he knew who Michael was, so he kept talking. “I’m on that show Smallville? About Superman. I play Lex Luthor, you know, Superman’s enemy?”
Ian finally smiled in acknowledgement. “Oh, right. The guy who plays Clark is very good looking.”
Michael nodded and couldn’t help grinning. “Let me buy you a drink, Ian. What’re you having?” He very strategically steered the conversation away from Tom. Tonight was about *not* thinking about his young co-star.
Ian smiled back. “Sure. It’s a whiskey sour.” He tipped his drink at the bartender, silently asking for another one.
A couple of hours later, and more drinks than Michael could remember, the bartender shouted that it was last call.
Michael giggled at something Ian had said, and the other man smiled back. They’d been flirting ever since that first drink and Michael didn’t want to end the night yet. “Want to go out and…” he trailed off, not really sure what he should suggest they do
Oh, he knew what they *could* do. He snickered again at his own wit. Man, he was drunk.
“We could go back to my house. I have a great…entertainment center.”
Michael laughed. It was perfect. He pulled his wallet from a pocket and took some money out to pay. He set his now empty glass on top of the cash and stood on slightly wobbly legs. He smiled when Ian reached out to steady him.
“You okay?”
“I’m great. You ready?”
“Come on. Let’s see if we can get a cab.”
Michael followed him from the bar and they headed outside. Soon, a yellow cab stopped and Ian opened the door and climbed in before him.
Ian gave the driver an address and Michael settled in the corner for the ride, not sure how long it would take. He was a little surprised when Ian settled against him, but it wasn’t like he minded. And when Ian laced their fingers together, Michael just smiled.
He was cute, and his warm body was snuggled against him, practically in his lap. Michael couldn’t think of anything wrong with the situation. Except that it wasn’t Tom. He shoved that thought from his mind and wrapped his free arm around Ian’s chest.
“You’re okay with this?” Ian whispered.
“Yeah. As long as the driver doesn’t start taking pictures or record us for one of those HBO specials.”
Ian laughed. “We’re probably safe.”
Smiling, Michael shifted so he had access to Ian’s ear. “Good,” he breathed. He couldn’t help flicking his tongue out to taste the little patch of skin behind Ian’s ear and leaving a kiss.
Apparently, Ian didn’t live far from the bar, because before long the cab stopped in front of an apartment complex. Michael untangled himself and they both reached into their pockets at the same time for cash but Ian was faster.
“I got it,” Ian said. Michael shrugged and moved to open the door. He got out and stood waiting for Ian.
Considerably less drunk than when they’d left the bar, Michael looked around and tried to figure out where he was. As far as he could tell, his hotel was in the other direction from the bar, but it probably wasn’t going to matter. He had a feeling he would be staying in whichever apartment was Ian’s. The couch if he was completely wrong.
Arms wrapped around his chest and Michael almost turned into the touch, but instead, Ian walked him forward to the front of the building.
“Hey. You still okay?” Ian asked.
Michael nodded and moved so Ian could open the door.
Ian pulled his keys from a pocket and proceeded to open the two outer doors and let Michael follow after each one.
“This is a nice place,” Michael pointed out. “I like that piece of art on that wall over there.”
Ian nodded. “Yeah, it’s not bad. I haven’t been here much, with my movie schedule and all, but I like it when I’m here.”
They stepped into the elevator and Ian pushed the ‘six’ button as Michael settled against the back wall. Ian turned around and flashed him a bright smile before leaning towards him, brushing their lips together.
“Oh,” Michael said, and when he did, Ian thrust his tongue inside. Michael sucked the invader deeper, hearing Ian moan. Somehow their bodies had molded together by the time the elevator dinged to announce their arrival at the right floor.
“Hey,” Ian whispered as he pulled away. “We should go inside.”
“Yeah,” Michael agreed.
Ian took his hand and pulled Michael to apartment 6C. He unlocked the door and tugged Michael inside. Immediately, Michael found himself pressed against the door with a very excited Ian against him.
And kissing him, God, Ian was a great kisser. His arms were around him, and Ian just kept thrusting against him. It was almost exactly what Michael needed. He pushed against Ian’s chest lightly, moving him so that he was the one against the wall, then Michael dropped to his knees in front of him.
Eyes stared down at him, and Michael smiled as he tugged the button of Ian’s pants open. Ian groaned and closed his eyes when Michael reached inside and gripped his cock.
Hot and smooth and he couldn’t resist pulling it out into the air. Ian moaned above him and Michael licked the head, sucking it into his mouth. An encouraging thrust and he grinned around the cock in his mouth.
“Oh, God.”
Hands rested on his head now and Michael leaned into them, hoping that Ian would start fucking his mouth. Heavy cock on his tongue, not quite the taste that he was used to, but Michael forced himself to concentrate on Ian.
Michael yanked Ian’s pants down to his knees and reached up to pull him forward. His hands found hard, muscular thighs and he pulled him deeper into his mouth. He seemed to realize what he wanted then and Michael got a slight thrust.
He couldn’t help but moan. He loved being on his knees with a nice cock in his mouth.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” Michael nodded and swirled his tongue around the shaft. “How about this?” Ian pushed forward, cock hitting the back of Michael’s throat and he swallowed quickly.
“Yeah,” Ian breathed as Michael sucked harder. The hands on his skull finally started doing what he wanted, tentatively pulling him forward and letting Michael move back.
Pulling back, Michael looked up and licked his lips. “Fuck my mouth, Ian,” he demanded before adding, “Please?” He reached again for the cock.
Groaning, Ian complied, shoving his cock deeper into the willing mouth. “God, so good, Michael.”
He pulled Michael forward a few more times, harder and more frantic before warning, “Gonna come.” He groaned and did just that as he slumped against the door.
Michael swallowed as quickly as he could and leaned back on his knees, licking his lips and grinning. “So,” he said as he rocked back. “Got a bed around here? I want you to fuck me.”
Ian groaned again and Michael chuckled. “Come on.” Michael stood and dragged Ian down the only hallway he saw. He figured the bedroom had to be down here somewhere.
“To the left,” Ian directed as he stumbled, his pants dragging around his ankles now, half laughing. “Eager, aren’t you?”
Michael laughed. “I’m always eager.” He opened a door and shouted triumphantly, “Ah ha! Found it.”
“At least let me get these off.”
“Oh, I forgot. Let me get those.” Michael bent and pulled Ian’s shoes and pants the rest of the way off and moved in to unbutton his shirt.
“You have too many clothes on if you want me to fuck you.”
Michael grinned and spread out his arms. “Go for it.”
Ian grinned back and pulled the t-shirt Michael was wearing off and tossed it to one side of the room before grabbing the waist band of his jeans and pulling him forward for a kiss. “What’s with all this hair, here?”
“Yeah. They shave my head for the part, but just make sure nothing else shows.” He met Ian’s hands at the button on his pants and pulled them open.
Ian smiled as he reached inside Michael’s pants. “You’re so hard.”
Michael couldn’t stop the whimper. “Yeah.”
“Get those off then, and get on the bed.”
Nodding, Michael toed his shoes off and shimmied out of his jeans, letting them drop where they fell. “Best idea I’ve heard all night.” He climbed on the bed and rolled onto his back.
Ian crawled in next to him and kissed him again before reaching into the nightstand and pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube. Michael reached over and wrapped his hand around Ian’s cock. It was almost hard again and he stroked it a couple of times until Ian moaned.
The cock in his hand was smaller than Tom’s and not quite as thick, but Michael guessed that if he was on his knees, he wouldn’t be able to tell. He just needed Ian to fuck him. He grabbed the lube from the bedspread and drizzled it all over his fingers.
He arched and reached back to push his own fingers inside himself. Eyes closed, mouth open, he was sure he made a great picture for Ian. Michael stretching himself with his own fingers was one of Tom’s favorite things. Michael heard groaning, and pushed another finger inside.
“Stop. I want to…”
His fingers were pulled out and his arm shoved out of the way as he felt a wet tongue take their place. Michael could only groan.
The tongue swirled all around his hole and then shoved inside him as Ian’s fingers slid around his balls. Tom didn’t do this. It was the only thing he could think of. Tom wasn’t gay. He let Michael blow him, and sometimes he’d fuck Michael, but he made Michael do all the work.
This was so different. “You have to stop. I want to come with you inside me. Fuck me, now.”
Michael felt empty when Ian moved. He twisted himself so that he was on his stomach and Ian helped him to his knees. He felt blunt pressure against his hole, and he relaxed himself as Ian pushed inside.
He could hear Ian panting behind him. And holding still. So Michael shoved backwards onto his cock. “Fuck me.”
“God, so tight. I…fuck. So good.”
Finally, Ian thrust forward, cock grazing Michael’s prostate, making him cry out in pleasure. In and in and oh God, so good. When a hand came around to jack him off, he could hardly believe it. He was just not going to last.
“That’s it, Michael.” Heavy body on top of him, breathlessly whispering in his ear and it was almost exactly what he wanted. “Come for me.”
With a strangled groan, he did. Hot streams all over the bed. Ian stilled behind him and moaned. Panting filled the room, both of them breathing heavily.
Ian eased himself out before pulling Michael to him and snuggling behind him. “Do you have to be up early for anything?”
Michael shook his head. His flight back to Vancouver wasn’t until late afternoon. He could sleep. “Nah, I should get up by about noon, though, if you want to set an alarm.”
He could feel Ian nod behind him and twist his upper body. He needed covers, so he felt around and pulled what he could over them. Ian wrapped himself around Michael and the hot breath on his neck evened out within a few minutes, signaling that the other man had fallen asleep.
Michael wasn’t as quick to drift off. He was still slightly tipsy and he wasn’t used to falling asleep with a man wrapped around him. Soon, though, his eyes grew heavy and he slept himself.
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