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Unexpected
The official story was that he had missed his introduction because of the E! interview.
The truth was that his cock had been shoved so far down Ian’s throat and he couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to.
No one noticed his flushed cheeks or the huskiness of his voice. Thank God.
His jokes about Welling’s ass distracted enough people, and his fluffer quip had gone over very well. He finally made it back stage and sank into a chair.
~*~
He hadn’t known Ian was going to be there. With his flushed cheeks and scruffy look. It was everything he imagined on Tom. \Welling couldn’t even be bothered to show up. Fucking *Glover* even showed up and he *never* did.
Michael was laughing with some new guy. The guy that was supposed to be Tarzan in one of the new shows. Ian’s smoldering look found him from across the room.
Fortunately, only a mild word stumble, and he went with the old standby. Smile and nod.
Smile and nod.
~*~
Ian pushed him down the hall and through a doorway. Michael let him. The room turned out to be a maintenance supply closet. Brooms, mops and the harsh smell of cleansers surrounded them.
He didn’t remember who made the first move. All he knew was that Ian’s lips were crushed to his and his hands roamed Michael’s body roughly. Michael slid his hands down Ian’s back to his ass, squeezing and dragging him closer. Their already-hard cocks ground against each other through layers of denim, and Michael swallowed Ian’s groan.
Ian pulled back, his eyes searching Michael’s for something. “Suck me,” he demanded quietly.
Michael dropped to his knees and opened Ian’s pants. No underwear. Michael licked his lips and leaned in.
~*~
After his speech, Michael found the bar and ordered a double. He didn’t even care what it was a double of. Several network guys made sure to stop and clap him on the back, laughing again at his jokes.
Ian was nowhere to be seen. Michael slipped out of the room.
~*~
Hot, hard cock, heavy on his tongue. He moved quickly, opening his mouth wide, urging with his hands for Ian to fuck his mouth. Looking up, he saw Ian’s closed eyes, his head thrown back, lips mouthing Michael’s name.
Michael grunted, his fingers finding the soft patch of skin behind Ian’s balls, and he rubbed slightly.
“Michael,” Ian whispered as he came. Michael swallowed quickly and pulled back, smiling.
Ian dropped to his knees, immediately pressing his lips to Michael’s and thrusting his tongue inside his mouth. He licked and tasted as his hands ran up and down Michael’s sides.
Michael groaned. He was so hard that he couldn’t think. Didn’t care about his speech, or being quiet, or anything. He just wanted to come.
~*~
The party was still going on, but Michael stood outside on the steps, grabbing a smoke. He was always trying to quit, trying to cut back, but sometimes he just needed one. In 12 hours, he had to be on a plane. England this time, for another con, another mob of crazy people, more charm. He sighed as he dropped the last of his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it.
He was almost surprised when an arm wrapped around him. Almost. Neither one of them had suggested anything further, but Michael had hoped.
~*~
Ian pushed and twisted them so that Michael was lying on the hard floor. He didn’t care. Their lips met again, as Ian’s hands slid down to his jeans and worked at the buttons.
Michael lifted his hips as Ian tugged them down. He whimpered as Ian settled between his legs and wrapped his hand around Michael’s cock. So hard.
He watched how Ian touched him carefully. He wanted to memorize this in case they never got this chance again. Ian slowly lowered his head, licking his lips. Oh, God. Last time, he hadn’t gotten to experience this. He bit his lip a warm mouth surrounded him.
So different and *so* much better than most of his recent blow jobs. Ian’s hand didn’t leave his cock, and his mouth moved quickly.
And when Ian moved his hand and took Michael’s cock deeper into his mouth, Michael shoved his own fist in his mouth to stop the sounds threatening to escape. He could feel the muscles of Ian’s throat working around his cock, and he couldn’t help thrusting into it.
~*~
The cab they caught took them back to Michael’s hotel room. He couldn’t sit still with all the energy running through his body. He tapped his foot, drummed the fingers of one hand on the arm rest, and bit the nails of the other.
Ian put one hand on his knee, and the other he used to pull Michael’s fingers from his mouth. “Hey…Why so nervous?
“Because. I…uh…I want to fuck you,” he whispered. “And I don’t know what you’re going to say.”
He brought Michael’s fingers to his own lips, kissing them gently before whispering back, “Don’t worry. I’m going to say yes.”
Michael turned his head and stared at Ian. He wanted to kiss him, wanted to push against him and touch him everywhere. He didn’t move.
“What?” He asked, disbelieving.
Ian leaned closer. “I said,” he whispered in Michael’s ear. “I’m going to say yes. I want you to fuck me.”
~*~
He panted as he pushed forward. The noises Ian made just encouraged him. Michael came when Ian’s fingers massaged his balls. He stiffened and groaned into his hand.
Ian grinned as he sat back.
Suddenly, Michael looked at his watch and panicked. “Fuck,” he said. “I have a speech. In front of everyone.”
He stood and buttoned his pants. Ian looked up at him, lips swollen but with a smile on his face.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” Michael bent to brush a kiss across Ian’s lips and slipped out of the room.
~*~
He wanted to run through the lobby when they finally arrived at his hotel. He’d never gotten to fuck a man before. Tom had never let him. But he wanted to. And he really wanted to fuck Ian. He stopped short, and turned to Ian. “I don’t have any…I don’t exactly carry lube in my pocket.”
Ian smiled. “I do.”
“What?” He asked incredulously.
“I’d hoped you’d be at the party. I’d hoped I’d get to touch you.”
Michael smiled and pushed the button for the elevator. He tapped his foot, waiting impatiently. They got in and Michael rested against the back wall. He wanted to shove Ian against one of those walls and touch him everywhere.
The elevator finally stopped at his floor and Michael practically ran down the hallway to his room. With a shaking hand, he tried to swipe his key card in the lock. He felt like a teenager. He was going to get to fuck Ian.
Ian *wanted* him to.
Fuck, he was so nervous. He really shouldn’t be. It wasn’t like he was a virgin. He’d had sex with all kinds of women, and Tom and Ian before… but he’d never topped with a man. He didn’t know what to do first.
He was entirely too hard to think.
When they finally made their way inside, Michael couldn’t help but groan when Ian shoved him up against the wall. He shouldn’t be able to do that. He was shorter than Michael. God, his thoughts didn’t even make sense.
Lips were on his ear, teeth biting the lobe, tongue licking, and he *loved* that. Hot breath and then Ian was whispering to him, “Gonna let you fuck me, Michael.” He moaned as Ian licked him again. “Do you want to? Want me on my knees? My back?” Michael couldn’t speak.
“Would you like that?” Ian cupped his groin, massaging his cock through his jeans. “Or I could ride you.” Michael groaned loudly and thrust against the hand touching him.
“Oh, you like that?” Michael nodded. Fuck. He could just imagine Ian on top of him, sliding up and down his cock.
Somehow his shirt was unbuttoned and hung from his shoulders. He didn’t remember Ian doing that, and he certainly couldn’t have done it with his hands pinned to the wall above him. Ian’s mouth slid down his chin to his neck.
Then Ian moved away suddenly. His hands dropped to his own waistband, and he quickly unbuttoned his jeans. He pushed them down, leaving them pooled on the floor. Michael could only stare.
Pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it with the rest of his clothes, Ian reached out his hands to Michael and made quick work of the jeans he was wearing. Michael shrugged out of his already-unbuttoned shirt.
Both of them finally naked, Ian pulled Michael to the bed, Michael sitting on the edge. His cock was already so hard, and he could see that Ian’s was too. He reached out to touch, but Ian pushed him back on the bed.
Michael watched him bend over and find something in his jeans, and smiled when he realized it was the lube that had been promised earlier.
“I have a condom in my wallet,” he said breathlessly. Ian smiled and held up his other hand to reveal the one he’d brought.
Ian opened it and rolled it onto Michael, tossed him the lube and settled in next to him. “You don’t have to be careful,” he whispered before leaning back and closing his eyes.
Michael stared for a second. So many ideas ran through his head, he didn’t know what to do first. His hands still shook as he opened the lube and spread it on his fingers. He leaned in to kiss Ian as his slippery hand moved down Ian’s chest to his cock.
He took a deep breath and concentrated on what he was supposed to do next. He slid his fingers around to Ian’s balls, down, down to his hole. Michael watched for his reactions. He wasn’t sure if he had really meant the careful part, and he didn’t want to hurt him or anything.
Ian gasped and arched towards him, and Michael forgot everything he ever knew. All he did know was that he wanted inside. He pushed a finger in slowly, watching Ian’s face scrunch up and vaguely wondered if he looked like that.
Michael worked another finger inside and started thrusting them slowly until Ian was meeting the tiny movements. “Michael,” he said, a little harshly. “More.”
He slid another finger in and held his breath as the realization of what he was about to do hit him. Ian moved and twisted. “Lean back,” he ordered and Michael let his fingers slide out and did just that.
Ian took the lube from him and squeezed some onto his palm before stroking Michael a few times. Panting, Michael somehow managed not to come. He watched as Ian straddled him and gasped as he felt the slide as Ian slowly sat on his cock.
Michael whimpered, eyes squeezed shut, he didn’t even know where to put his hands. When he realized Ian wasn’t moving, he finally opened his eyes. Ian was breathing hard, hands on Michael’s chest, and he sat up as far as he could and dragged Ian down for a kiss.
“Move,” Michael ordered when he finally let Ian out of the kiss. So Ian did. Slowly.
Pure torture, tighter than anything he’d ever felt before and he tried not to move, tried to let Ian set the pace, but he couldn’t help it.
He thrust up and Ian pushed down and God, it felt amazing. He had no idea how different this would be. Ian grabbed his hand and wrapped his fingers around his cock, urging him to stroke. “Please.”
Michael couldn’t quite coordinate the rhythm of thrusting and stroking, but Ian lifted himself up and down on Michael’s cock, making his own tempo that Michael was forced to follow.
He was so close, so close to coming, and when Ian started whimpering, Michael moved his hand faster. Ian finally came. Come all over Michael’s chest and he didn’t even care because the muscles around his cock clenched and tightened; there was no stopping his own climax. God, it was just so *messy*.
The part of his brain still working ordered him to bite his lip so he couldn’t say anything damning, like call out Tom’s name or profess his undying love for Ian. Either was possible at that moment. Shudders still wracked through him as Ian dropped next to him.
Somehow Ian got the blankets over them, and Michael was barely coherent enough to kiss Ian back when he realized lips were on his own. Ian snuggled in and Michael’s last thought was that he really liked it when he fell asleep with someone wrapped around him like that.
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