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Surprising Revelation
“Mike? Are you in there?”
I groan softly upon hearing Tom’s voice outside. I can’t deal with this right now. Not after realizing that what I feel for Tom is more than just simple lust. And especially not after today’s filming. God.
I’ve barely seen or talked to him all summer and on our first day back on set, what do I get to see? Naked Clark scenes.
“Please, go away, Tom. I’m not here. Just...go.” I don’t say it loud enough for him to hear but I wish he would hear me anyway.
But no, that’s the sound of the door opening. Dammit. I forgot to lock it.
“Mike?” I drop my head into my hands and just sigh. I knew I shouldn’t have left without telling him but I just couldn’t bear to see him. We’d made plans for after work but that was *before* I spent all day seeing him in one state of undress or another.
I don’t call out but he finds me anyway, hiding on the couch in my bedroom.
“Mike? Hey, are you okay?” The concern in his voice touches something inside me that I wish would just *go* *away*.
I lift my head and plaster a fake smile on my face. “Sure, I’m fine. Why?”
Tom sits down next to me and grabs one of my arms, a frown darkening his face. “Okay, you’re lying, I can tell. What’s going on?"
Dammit. He's not supposed to notice. Why can't he be clueless like his alien counterpart?
I sigh and try for a real smile, turning back to him. "Nothing serious, Tom. Really, I'm fine."
Tom doesn't looked convinced but thankfully he drops the subject.
"So, what are you up to tonight?" I ask it casually, mentally crossing my fingers and hoping he doesn't bring up Jamie. Nothing makes me feel guiltier for wanting him than his wife.
"Actually, that's why I'm here. Jamie's out of town for the weekend-"
I wince. Dammit.
"-and I was wondering if you wanted to come over and hang out? We could watch movies or something."
I blink slowly. Jamie's out of town and Tom wants me to come over and 'hang out'? I'm suddenly struck with the image of a young Tom coming over and asking if I can 'come out and play'.
"Okay, sure. I'd like that." Apparently I took too long to respond because Tom's already babbling like I said no.
"You don't have to," Tom says hurriedly, "It's just I haven't seen you much this summer and I miss talking to you and I just thought-nevermind, it's okay, I'll just-" He stops when I cover his mouth with my hand. "Tom, I said okay, chill."
"Oh." He grins at me and I can't help but smile back.
"Okay, ready to head out?"
"What, now?"
His smile dims a bit and I feel like kicking myself. "Um, yeah, unless you have something else to do tonight, we don't-" Hand over mouth. Again. I swear, he reminds me of that Seth person on that OC show. I should give him a shirt that says, 'When nervous, will babble.'
"Tom, I swear to God..." I shake my head and laugh. "Just let me grab my bag. Are you driving?"
He grins again, "Yup."
"Good, let's go."
***
Three and a half hours later finds us enscounced on Tom's couch, a six pack of beer gone between the two of us. We've watched Sorority Boys and Cheaper by the Dozen is just finishing up.
"Look at you!" I nearly giggle. "You're like a god among men."
Tom smacks my shoulder, "Hey! At least I'm not wearing a dress."
I give him an indignant look. "I'll have you know I look *very* good in a dress."
Tom snickers. "Oh, I know, I'm not disputing that fact." He leers at me, wiggling his eyebrows.
I snort beer out my nose and crack up, losing it completely. Tom falls back, pointing at me, laughing like a loon. "Dude! You snorted beer out of your nose!"
"Oh, shut up!" But I can't help laughing. We're like a couple of drunk frat kids.
Tome gets up to get more beer while I look through the extras on the dvd. I grin gleefully when I find the gag reel.
I look around for Tom and when I don't find him immediately, fast forward through it, looking for something to tease him about. What I find is a bit unexpected. Or, at least, my reaction to it unexpected.
I've watched Tom kiss Kristen, Allison and Jamie. But for some reason, watching him dip Bonnie back and pretend to kiss her has parts of my body tightening in ways they shouldn't.
"Man," I mutter softly. "What I wouldn't give to be in your shoes, Bonnie."
A small sound from behind me makes my stomach drop. Shit. I turn slowly and look up at Tom, hoping he didn't hear me but the look on his face says it all. Double shit.
I turn off the dvd and get up off the couch. "Hey, Tom, I think I should be going now. I'll see you-"
"Why?" I grimace and try to pretend I don't know what he's talking about.
It's getting late, is all. I should get home."
"No, why do you wish you could be in Bonnie's shoes?"
I glance down at the floor, unable to meet Tom's eyes. "It doesn't matter. Can we just drop it?"
“Why doesn’t it matter?”
I glare at him. Fuck. Why does he have to push? “It doesn’t matter because you’re married, straight and so far beyond my reach I might as well just plan on being alone for the rest of my life! Okay?”
Tom’s jaw drops and he just stares at me, stunned. I sigh and turn away from him, a sharp pain lancing through me. Great, just fucking great. Now not only will I lose him as a potential lover but as a friend as well.
Suddenly I’m in his arms and his face is mere inches away. “No, I’m not,” he murmurs against my lips, then kisses me.
I’m too shocked to do anything more than let him. But when his tongue strokes inside I surge up into him, kissing him fiercely. All my pent up feelings and desires are forced through that one kiss. My hands stroke up under his shirt and I bite at his lips, almost growling at the taste of him. Tom pulls away abruptly and my eyes widen as he slips to his knees in front of me. He shoves me down onto the couch and pushes my legs apart. My cock is instantly rock hard.
He kneels there, legs spread wide, his own cock pressing against his zipper. The outline of it makes me drool. He just sits there, staring at me with this heated expression. Rubbing his hands up and down his thighs, licking his lips slowly so the cherry redness glistens in the light. I feel a flush steal over my entire body and my cock twitches in its tight confines. His gaze drops to my lap and I let out a soft whimper. God, how I want those red lips wrapped around my cock.
“Tom, please...” I whine, clenching my hands in the couch cushions. He raises his gaze back to mine and just...smiles.
He opens my jeans with quick flicks and small jerks of his fingers. I lift my hips so he can pull them down to my thighs, letting my cock spring free, bobbing in the air, precum already dripping from the slit.
Eyes closed, I hiss when hands close on my lower thighs, sliding up so damn slowly. He stops at my upper thigh and kneads the muscle there like a cat. Press, release. Press, release.
“Mike, God.” His voice is heavy with lust.
“Tommy, please, touch me, suck me, do something!”
The anticipation is so strong that I nearly scream when his tongue begins to bathe my cock. Little cat licks all around the head and down the shaft, while his hands continue to knead. I open my eyes and look down at him, flushing hotly when I realize he’s looking right at me. His gaze is so hot it burns right through me.
“Fuck, Tom, please...suck me, swallow me, please. God, you’re so good, so good.” I know I’m babbling but I don’t care, as long as he keeps licking and sucking and touching. I let out a strangled shout when he abruptly takes me down until the head of my cock is lodged in his throat. All my restraint leaves and I twine my fingers in his hair, holding him tight against my groin. He doesn’t protest or try to pull away, just moans low in his throat. Then he swallows. It’s enough to send me over the edge and I come so hard my balls ache. Tom takes it all.
I collapse against the back of the couch, hands still tangled in Tom’s hair. He sucks and licks his way back up, then resting his head on my thigh, laying soft kisses over my groin and stomach, his arms wrapped around my waist.
“Tom...” I’m breathing hard, like I was the one doing all the work. He looks up at me and grins. I grin back and hook my legs around him and pull on his hair, urging him up so I can kiss him. His lips meet mine and I thrust my way inside, licking over every surface, eating out the taste of me.
Tom pulls back, eyes bright with desire. “Let me fuck you.”
I hiss out a breath. “Fuck, yes.”
Tom drags my jeans and boxer briefs off my legs and tosses them aside. He stands and strips so quickly, I tease him about having Clark’s superspeed.
“Lube, need lube, now.” He shoves his hand in the couch and pulls out a tube. My cock has started to fill again and I grip the base, squeezing tightly.
“Fuck, Mike, you’re so hot.” Tom slicks his cock quickly and I spread my legs, too impatient to put up with any preparation. “Fuck me, now, Tom.” He shakes his head, kneeling on the couch, legs spread between mine and slides a finger inside me. The first push makes me catch my breath and when he grazes my prostate I lose it. “Come on, Tom, just fuck me, please, get inside me, I need you inside. Oh fuck, yes!” I bite back a scream as he shoves inside me, gripping the back of the couch with one hand and jacking my cock with the other. He slams inside me, hitting my prostate repeatedly. My hands scrabble for purchase on his slick body, begging for him to fuck me harder, deeper, please. “Fuck!” I shoot hard, pulse after pulse hitting him on his chest and belly. He buries his face in my neck, biting down as he bucks hard, crying out my name.
Long minutes pass as we both catch our breath. I run my hands over his back and wonder why I haven’t done this sooner. Reality hits all too quickly and I stiffen in his arms. He lifts his head and looks at me, “Mike? What’s wrong?”
“Tom...shit. We shouldn’t have done this. Fuck. What about Jamie?” I try to move but Tom has me trapped, somehow balanced on the couch between my legs, his softening cock slowly sliding out. He grips my face between his hands, “Mike, hey, calm down. Jamie and I have...an arrangement of sorts. The reason she’s out of town? Is because she’s visiting her lover. Her female lover.” I look at him, unable to believe what he’s saying. “Her parents didn’t approve, so we married so they would lay off and she could keep seeing Aly.”
“Tom,” I whisper. “What exactly are you telling me?”
He smiles gently, “That what we have? Is not just sex and it’s not just a one night stand. I love *you*. I want to be with *you*.”
I sit there, completely stunned and unable to think of a single coherant thing to say. Except, “You love me?”
He presses his forehead against mine. “I do. I didn’t think you even wanted me so I never tried. I’m glad I was wrong.”
“So am I.”
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strangefancy for her upcoming birthday. *hugs* Surprising Revelation
“Mike? Are you in there?”
I groan softly upon hearing Tom’s voice outside. I can’t deal with this right now. Not after realizing that what I feel for Tom is more than just simple lust. And especially not after today’s filming. God.
I’ve barely seen or talked to him all summer and on our first day back on set, what do I get to see? Naked Clark scenes.
“Please, go away, Tom. I’m not here. Just...go.” I don’t say it loud enough for him to hear but I wish he would hear me anyway.
But no, that’s the sound of the door opening. Dammit. I forgot to lock it.
“Mike?” I drop my head into my hands and just sigh. I knew I shouldn’t have left without telling him but I just couldn’t bear to see him. We’d made plans for after work but that was *before* I spent all day seeing him in one state of undress or another.
I don’t call out but he finds me anyway, hiding on the couch in my bedroom.
“Mike? Hey, are you okay?” The concern in his voice touches something inside me that I wish would just *go* *away*.
I lift my head and plaster a fake smile on my face. “Sure, I’m fine. Why?”
Tom sits down next to me and grabs one of my arms, a frown darkening his face. “Okay, you’re lying, I can tell. What’s going on?"
Dammit. He's not supposed to notice. Why can't he be clueless like his alien counterpart?
I sigh and try for a real smile, turning back to him. "Nothing serious, Tom. Really, I'm fine."
Tom doesn't looked convinced but thankfully he drops the subject.
"So, what are you up to tonight?" I ask it casually, mentally crossing my fingers and hoping he doesn't bring up Jamie. Nothing makes me feel guiltier for wanting him than his wife.
"Actually, that's why I'm here. Jamie's out of town for the weekend-"
I wince. Dammit.
"-and I was wondering if you wanted to come over and hang out? We could watch movies or something."
I blink slowly. Jamie's out of town and Tom wants me to come over and 'hang out'? I'm suddenly struck with the image of a young Tom coming over and asking if I can 'come out and play'.
"Okay, sure. I'd like that." Apparently I took too long to respond because Tom's already babbling like I said no.
"You don't have to," Tom says hurriedly, "It's just I haven't seen you much this summer and I miss talking to you and I just thought-nevermind, it's okay, I'll just-" He stops when I cover his mouth with my hand. "Tom, I said okay, chill."
"Oh." He grins at me and I can't help but smile back.
"Okay, ready to head out?"
"What, now?"
His smile dims a bit and I feel like kicking myself. "Um, yeah, unless you have something else to do tonight, we don't-" Hand over mouth. Again. I swear, he reminds me of that Seth person on that OC show. I should give him a shirt that says, 'When nervous, will babble.'
"Tom, I swear to God..." I shake my head and laugh. "Just let me grab my bag. Are you driving?"
He grins again, "Yup."
"Good, let's go."
***
Three and a half hours later finds us enscounced on Tom's couch, a six pack of beer gone between the two of us. We've watched Sorority Boys and Cheaper by the Dozen is just finishing up.
"Look at you!" I nearly giggle. "You're like a god among men."
Tom smacks my shoulder, "Hey! At least I'm not wearing a dress."
I give him an indignant look. "I'll have you know I look *very* good in a dress."
Tom snickers. "Oh, I know, I'm not disputing that fact." He leers at me, wiggling his eyebrows.
I snort beer out my nose and crack up, losing it completely. Tom falls back, pointing at me, laughing like a loon. "Dude! You snorted beer out of your nose!"
"Oh, shut up!" But I can't help laughing. We're like a couple of drunk frat kids.
Tome gets up to get more beer while I look through the extras on the dvd. I grin gleefully when I find the gag reel.
I look around for Tom and when I don't find him immediately, fast forward through it, looking for something to tease him about. What I find is a bit unexpected. Or, at least, my reaction to it unexpected.
I've watched Tom kiss Kristen, Allison and Jamie. But for some reason, watching him dip Bonnie back and pretend to kiss her has parts of my body tightening in ways they shouldn't.
"Man," I mutter softly. "What I wouldn't give to be in your shoes, Bonnie."
A small sound from behind me makes my stomach drop. Shit. I turn slowly and look up at Tom, hoping he didn't hear me but the look on his face says it all. Double shit.
I turn off the dvd and get up off the couch. "Hey, Tom, I think I should be going now. I'll see you-"
"Why?" I grimace and try to pretend I don't know what he's talking about.
It's getting late, is all. I should get home."
"No, why do you wish you could be in Bonnie's shoes?"
I glance down at the floor, unable to meet Tom's eyes. "It doesn't matter. Can we just drop it?"
“Why doesn’t it matter?”
I glare at him. Fuck. Why does he have to push? “It doesn’t matter because you’re married, straight and so far beyond my reach I might as well just plan on being alone for the rest of my life! Okay?”
Tom’s jaw drops and he just stares at me, stunned. I sigh and turn away from him, a sharp pain lancing through me. Great, just fucking great. Now not only will I lose him as a potential lover but as a friend as well.
Suddenly I’m in his arms and his face is mere inches away. “No, I’m not,” he murmurs against my lips, then kisses me.
I’m too shocked to do anything more than let him. But when his tongue strokes inside I surge up into him, kissing him fiercely. All my pent up feelings and desires are forced through that one kiss. My hands stroke up under his shirt and I bite at his lips, almost growling at the taste of him. Tom pulls away abruptly and my eyes widen as he slips to his knees in front of me. He shoves me down onto the couch and pushes my legs apart. My cock is instantly rock hard.
He kneels there, legs spread wide, his own cock pressing against his zipper. The outline of it makes me drool. He just sits there, staring at me with this heated expression. Rubbing his hands up and down his thighs, licking his lips slowly so the cherry redness glistens in the light. I feel a flush steal over my entire body and my cock twitches in its tight confines. His gaze drops to my lap and I let out a soft whimper. God, how I want those red lips wrapped around my cock.
“Tom, please...” I whine, clenching my hands in the couch cushions. He raises his gaze back to mine and just...smiles.
He opens my jeans with quick flicks and small jerks of his fingers. I lift my hips so he can pull them down to my thighs, letting my cock spring free, bobbing in the air, precum already dripping from the slit.
Eyes closed, I hiss when hands close on my lower thighs, sliding up so damn slowly. He stops at my upper thigh and kneads the muscle there like a cat. Press, release. Press, release.
“Mike, God.” His voice is heavy with lust.
“Tommy, please, touch me, suck me, do something!”
The anticipation is so strong that I nearly scream when his tongue begins to bathe my cock. Little cat licks all around the head and down the shaft, while his hands continue to knead. I open my eyes and look down at him, flushing hotly when I realize he’s looking right at me. His gaze is so hot it burns right through me.
“Fuck, Tom, please...suck me, swallow me, please. God, you’re so good, so good.” I know I’m babbling but I don’t care, as long as he keeps licking and sucking and touching. I let out a strangled shout when he abruptly takes me down until the head of my cock is lodged in his throat. All my restraint leaves and I twine my fingers in his hair, holding him tight against my groin. He doesn’t protest or try to pull away, just moans low in his throat. Then he swallows. It’s enough to send me over the edge and I come so hard my balls ache. Tom takes it all.
I collapse against the back of the couch, hands still tangled in Tom’s hair. He sucks and licks his way back up, then resting his head on my thigh, laying soft kisses over my groin and stomach, his arms wrapped around my waist.
“Tom...” I’m breathing hard, like I was the one doing all the work. He looks up at me and grins. I grin back and hook my legs around him and pull on his hair, urging him up so I can kiss him. His lips meet mine and I thrust my way inside, licking over every surface, eating out the taste of me.
Tom pulls back, eyes bright with desire. “Let me fuck you.”
I hiss out a breath. “Fuck, yes.”
Tom drags my jeans and boxer briefs off my legs and tosses them aside. He stands and strips so quickly, I tease him about having Clark’s superspeed.
“Lube, need lube, now.” He shoves his hand in the couch and pulls out a tube. My cock has started to fill again and I grip the base, squeezing tightly.
“Fuck, Mike, you’re so hot.” Tom slicks his cock quickly and I spread my legs, too impatient to put up with any preparation. “Fuck me, now, Tom.” He shakes his head, kneeling on the couch, legs spread between mine and slides a finger inside me. The first push makes me catch my breath and when he grazes my prostate I lose it. “Come on, Tom, just fuck me, please, get inside me, I need you inside. Oh fuck, yes!” I bite back a scream as he shoves inside me, gripping the back of the couch with one hand and jacking my cock with the other. He slams inside me, hitting my prostate repeatedly. My hands scrabble for purchase on his slick body, begging for him to fuck me harder, deeper, please. “Fuck!” I shoot hard, pulse after pulse hitting him on his chest and belly. He buries his face in my neck, biting down as he bucks hard, crying out my name.
Long minutes pass as we both catch our breath. I run my hands over his back and wonder why I haven’t done this sooner. Reality hits all too quickly and I stiffen in his arms. He lifts his head and looks at me, “Mike? What’s wrong?”
“Tom...shit. We shouldn’t have done this. Fuck. What about Jamie?” I try to move but Tom has me trapped, somehow balanced on the couch between my legs, his softening cock slowly sliding out. He grips my face between his hands, “Mike, hey, calm down. Jamie and I have...an arrangement of sorts. The reason she’s out of town? Is because she’s visiting her lover. Her female lover.” I look at him, unable to believe what he’s saying. “Her parents didn’t approve, so we married so they would lay off and she could keep seeing Aly.”
“Tom,” I whisper. “What exactly are you telling me?”
He smiles gently, “That what we have? Is not just sex and it’s not just a one night stand. I love *you*. I want to be with *you*.”
I sit there, completely stunned and unable to think of a single coherant thing to say. Except, “You love me?”
He presses his forehead against mine. “I do. I didn’t think you even wanted me so I never tried. I’m glad I was wrong.”
“So am I.”
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