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Thanksgiving Turkey
"I've seen the way you look at him."
Michael looked up. "What *are* you talking about?" Glover was always cryptic and sometimes odd, but this was even more so. "Look at whom?"
"Welling."
Michael shook his head and went back to the script in his hands. "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't look at Welling any special way."
He laughed and invited himself into Michael's trailer. "Oh, come on, Rosenbaum." He sat down next to Michael and said, "You look at him like you're a starving man and he's a Thanksgiving turkey."
"That's just ridiculous."
Sure he had a huge crush on Tom, but he hid it well. No one knew.
Glover had the audacity to snort and laugh again. "He's quite attractive. I can see why you'd like him. And I have an idea."
"An idea for what?" Not that he was interested. Michael let the script fall casually to his lap.
"Me."
That was just more confusing. "Now I really have no idea what you're talking about."
"You can't have Welling. He's married and straight. You can have me, though."
Michael realized his mouth was hanging open when Glover reached over and shut it for him. He leaned in and pressed his lips to Michael's. "You can pretend. It's been pointed out that I look at you the same way you look at him."
"You do?" Glover nodded. "So you want me?"
"Very much so. Close your eyes and let me suck you off."
Michael was nodding before he could stop himself. And then John was sliding between his knees.
He closed his eyes.
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