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Tease
Michael never wanted to see another telephone in his life. He hated the damn things. He had to call his agent, his publicist, his mother, and the writers… Everyone wanted something from him and he was just so tired of it. Holing up in his room and never leaving was sounding better and better every day.
The phone rang again and Michael looked at it disgustedly. He scowled at it and looked at the caller ID before a grin broke out on his face and he answered it.
"Hello, Mike."
"Hello, Tom."
"What are you wearing?"
Michael laughed. "You're such a goofball."
"I wasn't joking," he said, his voice low and sexy. Michael could feel it in his stomach.
Tom was always doing this to him. Fucking with his head. It was really starting to grate on his nerves. Michael was tired of all the teasing. He sighed and looked down at himself. "Jeans and a t-shirt. What are you wearing?"
"Nothing. I just got out of the shower. I'm all wet and drippy."
Michael sucked in a breath. Jesus. "Tom," Michael whispered. "What are you doing?"
Michael could practically *hear* Tom grinning. So fucking wrong. "I'm just sitting here. My cock is so hard."
And that was more than Tom had ever said before. He'd joked that he was naked. But he'd never talked about his cock before. "What?" Michael had heard him clearly. He wanted Tom to say it again.
"My cock is really hard. I want you to touch it. Do you want to, Michael?" The way Tom said his name… it twisted something inside of him. He tried to hold in the moan, and all he succeeded in doing was panting into the phone. Michael could imagine Tom, sitting in his living room, slowly stroking his cock. He'd seen all of Tom before. He'd never gotten to touch though.
"Tom," Michael was back to whispering. His vocal cords seemed to be as paralyzed as the rest of him. "Don't tease me."
"I'm not. I want to suck you off, Michael. Would you like that? I could, you know. It wouldn't be the first time I'd gone down on a guy."
Michael was already too close. His cock was painfully hard in his jeans. The images that Tom's words brought were so erotic that he could barely breathe. Just the thought of Tom on his knees in front of Michael was almost enough to make him come
He moaned into the phone and Tom kept talking. "I want to touch you, Michael. Run my hands all over your chest, pinch your nipples."
Michael was doing what Tom was saying. He'd tossed his shirt to the other end of the couch and he was letting his fingertips trail across his chest.
"Kiss my way up your neck, take your mouth, just because I can. I can, can't I? I can do whatever I want to you, Michael. Isn't that right?"
Michael whimpered into the phone. It was true. He was nodding, but Tom couldn't see.
"Push you back onto the couch, get down on the floor. I'd draw it out, Michael. Lick your thighs, your hips. I'd trace those lines where your hipbones are with my tongue. Slowly lick around to the base of your cock. You want me to touch it, don't you?"
"God, yes. Please, Tom," Michael moaned.
"Oh, I want to, Michael. I'd slowly take your cock between my lips, sucking gently at first until you couldn't stand it and had to grab my head and fuck your way into my mouth."
Michael barely got his pants unzipped before he was coming. Panting, he opened his eyes and picked the phone up from where he'd dropped it. Tom was breathing heavily into his ear. "Yeah, Michael. After I suck you off, I'm going to fuck you. Shove my cock into your tight little ass. You'd let me, right? I want to fuck you until you can't move."
Jesus. Tom's words made Michael shiver. "You can," he whispered. "You could fuck me right now, if you were here. Where are you, Tom? Why don't you come over here and show me exactly what you want to do to me?"
The sexiest thing he'd ever heard was Tom's low moan. His breathless little pants into the phone and then Tom was saying, "I'll be over in five minutes."
Michael grinned as he hung up the phone, turning it off as he did. He didn't want any more calls. None of them could compare to the last one.
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