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Fandom: Smallville RPS
Title: Flight to La
Characters/Pairing: Tommy/Mike
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 1,600
Summary: Mikey learns of the fangirl obsession with RPS.
Disclaimer: They're real people. I don't own them… even if I pretend now and again.
Authors Note: So this totally random plot bunny attacks me on the plane ride home from Minnesota. Probably brought on by too many of those little Jack Daniels bottles that they charge 5 bucks a piece for.
Also this is a first attempt at both RP fic and any type of slash in general. Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine. Any criticism will be both loved and well received.
Warning: RPS, Reading this assures you a seat in the Special Hell, ya know the one that they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater? Yeah that one…
Tom couldn't believe that what he was seeing, well that's not quite true. He was completely used to Mike being hounded by women everywhere he went, but this one had NO limits it seemed. Her too short skirt was hiked up way past her thighs and her breasts were practically lying in Mike's lap with the way she had herself draped across his chair. That's the part that was confusing him. It was the fact that Mike hadn't pushed her away yet that he couldn't figure out. Mike was usually pretty good at fending off the horny women unless of course he planned to fuck them; and this one was not his type.
Tom watched as the women leaned even closer into Mike's seat and trailed her fingers up his leg from knee to crotch as she spoke into his ear. Tom knew from all the times he's seen Mike at parties, anywhere really, that Mike was totally horny. From the angle Tom was seated at he could see the bulge in Mike's jeans getting larger.
They were in an airport terminal for God's sake, waiting to board the plane on some stupid impromptu flight to LA that couldn’t be avoided.
The fact that they were in plain sight of the public didn't seem to bother Mike, another fact that was extremely unusual as he rarely did more than light flirting in public, and 90% of that was just Mike's nature.
Curiosity finally got the better of Tom and he just had to know what this girl, someone Mike would barely give the time of day to, was saying to get Mike so hot and bothered in public.
"Uh, Mike, I need to talk to you for a second."
"In a sec Tommy," he replied without looking up.
Tom rose form his seat and began walking toward the restrooms.
He stopped and turned back, "Now Michael," he said in a commanding tone.
Mike gently pushed the girl out of his space and excused himself to follow Tommy to the bathroom. After Mike walked in Tom locked the door behind him and checked the stalls to make sure no one else was listening.
"What the hell is going on with you man. It's not like it for you to let people grope you in public."
"She wasn't groping me Tommy, relax." Mike said.
"Did you take something?"
"Took something to relax, you know I hate to fly. But it's not that, she had some pretty hot and heavy things to say Tommy."
Tom's breath hitched at the way Mike said his name. He hated when he called him Tommy. There was just something about the way he said it that made him uncomfortable. Or maybe it was just that it sounded SO comfortable that made him uncomfortable.
"Michael, get it together man. You're in a public place and we're constantly in the public eye. Can you imagine the field day the paparazzi would have with pictures of some skanky chick rubbing your hard on in an airport terminal."
Tom saw the realization hit Mike's face and he knew he had made his point. As he turned to leave the bathroom Tom asked over his shoulder, "What the hell was she saying that got you that worked up?"
"She was telling me about a whole new group of fan girls who have a hard on at the idea of you and me fucking." Mike said it so nonchalantly that it stopped Tom dead in his tracks.
Tom turned around.
"And? They've been talking about Clark and Lex fucking since Season One, we've even read some of the stories on set and laughed about them. What's the big deal?"
"Not Clark and Lex. You and me, Mike and Tommy, and apparently Chris, Jen, Jared and Chad too. It seems as though we're the favorites, "Mike said with a smirk.
"But none of us ARE fucking, well except for that crazy night where Jen had too much Cuervo and crawled into Jared's bed at the hotel and you and I are the only two who know about that. So how the hell do they get off on something that isn't true?"
"They have imaginations Tom, something I occasionally forget that you were born without. They write stories about it and pass them around the internet."
"Oh," Tom replied. He stood quietly for a moment just observing Mike, "but wait, if that's what she was telling you it still doesn't explain why you were getting so turned on."
"Oh really? So you wouldn't be turned on?"
"Not from someone talking about us fucking."
"Really? Hearing someone talking about you and me, naked, sweaty, with hard, throbbing cocks. That wouldn't turn you on?" Mikes hands slid down the front of his jeans to rub the bulge obviously made by the hard on he was still sporting.
Tom didn't quite know what to make of this. He knew Mike wasn't serious, he couldn’t be right? But what could his motivation for this whole charade be then?
"No Mike and you know that."
"Do I?"
"Yes, you do. And besides we both like women."
"So, doesn't mean I don't think you're hot." Mike began walking towards Tom. "Doesn’t mean I don't see the way you're always paying attention to me no matter where we are." Tom began taking steps backwards as Mike advanced towards him until he felt the wall at his back. Mike reached out and put his hands on Tom's shoulders. "Doesn't mean I don't want to touch that hard, chiseled body of yours." Tom gulped as Mike began to slide his hands down his chest.
His head was telling him, screaming at him to get out of that room, Mike had to be pulling a joke, or he was so fucked up he was hallucinating. But Tom couldn't move. He was frozen. Mike was still talking but Tom no longer heard him. He felt the heat from Mike's hands slide down his chest. Tom was struggling to remember to breathe as he suddenly realized Mike had slid down his body and was kneeling on the floor. Mike's hands were already unfastening Tom's pants. As Mike slid his thumbs into the elastic of Tom's boxers he paused before pulling them down, looked up at Tom and said, "just because we fuck women doesn't mean I don't want to suck your cock until you come in my mouth right now at this very moment, and that's exactly what you want too."
Tom was still confused and frozen against the wall, he couldn't think, he couldn’t speak, but he looked down at Mike and it was enough. He saw the heat, the lust in Mike's eyes and knew the look in his own mirrored it. That was as good as permission granted for Mike. He pulled Tom's boxers down and over Tom's throbbing erection. Mike ran his hands over the cuts in Tom's hips then trailed his fingertips down Tom's erection. He licked his lips then slid his mouth over just the head of his cock. He hard Tom gasp for air. Mike slid further down onto his cock until he had taken all of it into his mouth then began massaging the underside with his tongue. He held on to Tom's hip with his left hand and brought his right hand to support and massage Tom's balls. He began to slide Tom's dick in and out of his mouth slowly and could tell by Tom's breathing that this wasn't going to take long.
Tom reached down and put his hand on the back of Mike's head. They were in the middle of filming a season so Mike's head was shaved and slick with sweat. Tom began scratching his nails across Mike scalp which in turn made Mike moan onto his cock. That was all it took to push him over the edge, he felt his balls tighten up and held Mike's head in place as he came into his mouth.
Mike sucked until Tom's cock stopped spasming and began to go soft in his mouth. He let go of Tom and began to stand back up.
Tom redressed himself in silence and turned to look at Mike who was glancing at his watch.
"Time to board," Mike said.
Tom was staring at Mike's crotch that still had a bulging hard on.
"What about you?" Tom said.
"It's a three hour flight to La. There's always the Mile High Club." Mike said flashing Tom a smirk.
Mike walked forward to unlock the bathroom door, but Tom's hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"Mike, you can't tell me you've never done that before."
"No one said Jared and Jen got to have ALL the fun," Mike said as he walked out to board the plane leaving Tom standing dumbfounded in the restroom.
acampbell wrote a kickass sequel which can be found here
Title: Flight to La
Characters/Pairing: Tommy/Mike
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 1,600
Summary: Mikey learns of the fangirl obsession with RPS.
Disclaimer: They're real people. I don't own them… even if I pretend now and again.
Authors Note: So this totally random plot bunny attacks me on the plane ride home from Minnesota. Probably brought on by too many of those little Jack Daniels bottles that they charge 5 bucks a piece for.
Also this is a first attempt at both RP fic and any type of slash in general. Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine. Any criticism will be both loved and well received.
Warning: RPS, Reading this assures you a seat in the Special Hell, ya know the one that they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater? Yeah that one…
Tom couldn't believe that what he was seeing, well that's not quite true. He was completely used to Mike being hounded by women everywhere he went, but this one had NO limits it seemed. Her too short skirt was hiked up way past her thighs and her breasts were practically lying in Mike's lap with the way she had herself draped across his chair. That's the part that was confusing him. It was the fact that Mike hadn't pushed her away yet that he couldn't figure out. Mike was usually pretty good at fending off the horny women unless of course he planned to fuck them; and this one was not his type.
Tom watched as the women leaned even closer into Mike's seat and trailed her fingers up his leg from knee to crotch as she spoke into his ear. Tom knew from all the times he's seen Mike at parties, anywhere really, that Mike was totally horny. From the angle Tom was seated at he could see the bulge in Mike's jeans getting larger.
They were in an airport terminal for God's sake, waiting to board the plane on some stupid impromptu flight to LA that couldn’t be avoided.
The fact that they were in plain sight of the public didn't seem to bother Mike, another fact that was extremely unusual as he rarely did more than light flirting in public, and 90% of that was just Mike's nature.
Curiosity finally got the better of Tom and he just had to know what this girl, someone Mike would barely give the time of day to, was saying to get Mike so hot and bothered in public.
"Uh, Mike, I need to talk to you for a second."
"In a sec Tommy," he replied without looking up.
Tom rose form his seat and began walking toward the restrooms.
He stopped and turned back, "Now Michael," he said in a commanding tone.
Mike gently pushed the girl out of his space and excused himself to follow Tommy to the bathroom. After Mike walked in Tom locked the door behind him and checked the stalls to make sure no one else was listening.
"What the hell is going on with you man. It's not like it for you to let people grope you in public."
"She wasn't groping me Tommy, relax." Mike said.
"Did you take something?"
"Took something to relax, you know I hate to fly. But it's not that, she had some pretty hot and heavy things to say Tommy."
Tom's breath hitched at the way Mike said his name. He hated when he called him Tommy. There was just something about the way he said it that made him uncomfortable. Or maybe it was just that it sounded SO comfortable that made him uncomfortable.
"Michael, get it together man. You're in a public place and we're constantly in the public eye. Can you imagine the field day the paparazzi would have with pictures of some skanky chick rubbing your hard on in an airport terminal."
Tom saw the realization hit Mike's face and he knew he had made his point. As he turned to leave the bathroom Tom asked over his shoulder, "What the hell was she saying that got you that worked up?"
"She was telling me about a whole new group of fan girls who have a hard on at the idea of you and me fucking." Mike said it so nonchalantly that it stopped Tom dead in his tracks.
Tom turned around.
"And? They've been talking about Clark and Lex fucking since Season One, we've even read some of the stories on set and laughed about them. What's the big deal?"
"Not Clark and Lex. You and me, Mike and Tommy, and apparently Chris, Jen, Jared and Chad too. It seems as though we're the favorites, "Mike said with a smirk.
"But none of us ARE fucking, well except for that crazy night where Jen had too much Cuervo and crawled into Jared's bed at the hotel and you and I are the only two who know about that. So how the hell do they get off on something that isn't true?"
"They have imaginations Tom, something I occasionally forget that you were born without. They write stories about it and pass them around the internet."
"Oh," Tom replied. He stood quietly for a moment just observing Mike, "but wait, if that's what she was telling you it still doesn't explain why you were getting so turned on."
"Oh really? So you wouldn't be turned on?"
"Not from someone talking about us fucking."
"Really? Hearing someone talking about you and me, naked, sweaty, with hard, throbbing cocks. That wouldn't turn you on?" Mikes hands slid down the front of his jeans to rub the bulge obviously made by the hard on he was still sporting.
Tom didn't quite know what to make of this. He knew Mike wasn't serious, he couldn’t be right? But what could his motivation for this whole charade be then?
"No Mike and you know that."
"Do I?"
"Yes, you do. And besides we both like women."
"So, doesn't mean I don't think you're hot." Mike began walking towards Tom. "Doesn’t mean I don't see the way you're always paying attention to me no matter where we are." Tom began taking steps backwards as Mike advanced towards him until he felt the wall at his back. Mike reached out and put his hands on Tom's shoulders. "Doesn't mean I don't want to touch that hard, chiseled body of yours." Tom gulped as Mike began to slide his hands down his chest.
His head was telling him, screaming at him to get out of that room, Mike had to be pulling a joke, or he was so fucked up he was hallucinating. But Tom couldn't move. He was frozen. Mike was still talking but Tom no longer heard him. He felt the heat from Mike's hands slide down his chest. Tom was struggling to remember to breathe as he suddenly realized Mike had slid down his body and was kneeling on the floor. Mike's hands were already unfastening Tom's pants. As Mike slid his thumbs into the elastic of Tom's boxers he paused before pulling them down, looked up at Tom and said, "just because we fuck women doesn't mean I don't want to suck your cock until you come in my mouth right now at this very moment, and that's exactly what you want too."
Tom was still confused and frozen against the wall, he couldn't think, he couldn’t speak, but he looked down at Mike and it was enough. He saw the heat, the lust in Mike's eyes and knew the look in his own mirrored it. That was as good as permission granted for Mike. He pulled Tom's boxers down and over Tom's throbbing erection. Mike ran his hands over the cuts in Tom's hips then trailed his fingertips down Tom's erection. He licked his lips then slid his mouth over just the head of his cock. He hard Tom gasp for air. Mike slid further down onto his cock until he had taken all of it into his mouth then began massaging the underside with his tongue. He held on to Tom's hip with his left hand and brought his right hand to support and massage Tom's balls. He began to slide Tom's dick in and out of his mouth slowly and could tell by Tom's breathing that this wasn't going to take long.
Tom reached down and put his hand on the back of Mike's head. They were in the middle of filming a season so Mike's head was shaved and slick with sweat. Tom began scratching his nails across Mike scalp which in turn made Mike moan onto his cock. That was all it took to push him over the edge, he felt his balls tighten up and held Mike's head in place as he came into his mouth.
Mike sucked until Tom's cock stopped spasming and began to go soft in his mouth. He let go of Tom and began to stand back up.
Tom redressed himself in silence and turned to look at Mike who was glancing at his watch.
"Time to board," Mike said.
Tom was staring at Mike's crotch that still had a bulging hard on.
"What about you?" Tom said.
"It's a three hour flight to La. There's always the Mile High Club." Mike said flashing Tom a smirk.
Mike walked forward to unlock the bathroom door, but Tom's hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"Mike, you can't tell me you've never done that before."
"No one said Jared and Jen got to have ALL the fun," Mike said as he walked out to board the plane leaving Tom standing dumbfounded in the restroom.
acampbell wrote a kickass sequel which can be found here