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Things
There were a lot of things that Michael loved about Tom. His infectious smile, his perpetual happiness with life, the way he treated people. But those were just the public things that Michael loved.
The real things, the things that no one else really knew about were the things that Michael loved the most. The looks that they would exchange on the set, filled with heat and promise. The noises that Tom would make while Michael was fucking him. The way he would lose all sense of everything when he was about to come.
But the best thing, the thing that made Michael love Tom the most was the way he would blow him. Michael could tell that Tom loved it, too, and that really turned him on.
It was almost ritualistic. There were the coy little smiles when they were in public, the hot kisses when they were finally alone with the whispers of “I want to suck your cock, Mike. I want you to fuck my mouth.”
Michael would close his eyes and nod and they would have to rush off to find someplace private, because how could he resist that? Why would he?
Tom had a great mouth. Soft and perfect, he knew exactly what to do with his tongue, exactly how hard to suck and the rhythm he used would always bring Michael to orgasm quickly.
Oh, and he could draw it out, if he wanted to. One time, Tom had teased him for what felt like hours. Michael loved the way his lips would curl around the head and his tongue would probe lightly. It drove Michael crazy.
Like, now.
Michael was pushed up against the wall of Tom’s dressing room and he was trying desperately to keep quiet. It was almost impossible.
They were at the wrap party for the holidays and everyone was in great spirits. Michael didn’t know how they’d managed to get away from the party unnoticed. But at the moment, he didn’t really care. Barely across the threshold of the door and Tom shoved him against the wall and dropped to his knees.
Groaning, Michael tried to help, tried to get the buttons of his jeans undone, but his hands were slapped away and Tom gave him a look – heated eyes, that little smirk on his face and Michael knew that he wasn’t supposed to move.
“Tom,” Michael tried to say, but it had come out as only a whimper.
There was a quickness to all of Tom’s movements – he knew that they could be interrupted and caught at any second – and he was taking that into consideration.
But Tom was always like this. Like he just couldn’t wait to get his mouth on Michael’s cock. He’d never ripped any piece of Michael’s clothing – or Lex’s, for that matter – but he was so eager that sometimes it worried Michael that he might, and he’d have to come up with some kind of lie about why the fly of his pants was ripped to shreds.
Tom’s surprisingly steady fingers made fast work of the zipper and buttons. And when those same hands reached inside and wrapped around Michael’s cock, he tipped his head back, banging it on the wall. He barely felt it. All he could feel was Tom’s enthusiastic tongue licking his cock.
And then he was all the way inside, all the way down Tom’s throat and it felt like he might explode. Deep gulps of air as he tried to just stay upright. There was a fever to Tom’s movements, head bobbing quickly, and his tongue working overtime.
A low moan escaped his bitten lips, but all that seemed to do was encourage Tom more.
One of his hands was splayed on Michael’s stomach, serving to help keep him standing. The other had somehow slid underneath without him noticing and was cupping his balls. “Please,” he managed to whisper.
He didn’t know what he was asking for - he just knew he needed to come before his head spun off his neck. Tom’s glossy, green eyes met his as his throat worked again. That just forced his eyes to slam shut again. The muscles contracting around the head of Michael’s cock combined with Tom’s gently probing finger was exactly what he needed to finally come.
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