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Title: Five People Callum Didn’t Sleep With When Guest Starring on Smallville, and One He Did
Author: moosesal
Fandom: RPS - Callum Keith Rennie on Smallville
Characters/Pairing: CKR/Michael Rosenbaum, Tom Welling
Rating: hard R
Word Count: 1,916
Note: Thanks to brandil for the quick beta read. Thanks to brooklinegirl for gifting me with this request. And thanks to misspamela for actually making the request.
Prompt: CALLUM IN SMALLVILLE. please don't slash him with Tom Welling, but again with humor, banter, whatever! (slashing him with Michael Rosenbaum is perfectly acceptable. or they could play hockey together!)
As someone else said, be careful what you wish for. *g*
Kristen Kreuk
No. Kristen was a pretty girl. Operative word being girl. Callum looked at her and was reminded of Ellen Page on Wilby Wonderful. He knew Kristen was older than Ellen, but he just couldn’t go there.
He’d done enough crazy things in his life, he didn’t need to add Kristen Kreuk to the list.
Allison Mack
Allison was a lovely woman, yet despite her great rack and the fact that Callum had slept with women before, she just didn’t compare to his other options: the men on Smallville.
John Glover
Callum had really wanted to sit down and talk to John -- something that could have easily led to some hot, sweaty sex in one of their trailers -- but he wasn’t on set that day. Of course, Callum called his agent to see if there was some way his character might be brought back in a future episode featuring the talented Mr. Glover. He wasn’t giving up so easily.
Annette O’Toole
Two words -- Martha. Kent.
Callum found it incredibly hard to get past Annette’s onscreen persona. You just don’t fuck -- or fuck with -- Martha Kent.
Tom Welling
Tom was quite possibly the prettiest person Callum had ever worked with and he’d worked with a lot of beautiful people over the years. His looks might have been reason enough to not sleep with him. But that wasn’t it.
It might have been that Tom was married -- Hugh excluded, Callum tried to stay away from married men -- but that wasn’t it either.
The problem was really just a matter of timing.
If they were going to get together it would have to be the night after Callum finished filming; he was leaving town the next afternoon and Tom had already invited him to play golf in the morning before his flight.
Callum couldn’t fuck Tom the night before playing golf with him. It wasn’t some superstition or worry like professional athletes had about sapping their strength before a game. It wasn’t that he needed his rest.
It was that Jensen Ackles was joining them and Callum had fucked Jensen a year earlier when he guested on Supernatural. Callum worried that things would be awkward in the morning if he’d fucked both of them. Plus, if the sex was bad, he’d still have to look at Tom for eighteen holes because it was golf. It wasn’t like he was going to back out of playing with them.
So Callum found his options a little limited at the end of the day.
Michael Rosenbaum
Michael. Michael was hot. Not as hot as Tom, but certainly attractive. Plus he was funny, which was always good. The fact that he had a dick didn’t exactly hurt, either.
What actually worked in Michael’s favor, however, was that he asked.
Filming was over and Callum was back in his own clothes and ready to head out. He was saying his good-byes to Tom when Michael walked up, full of energy, rocking on the balls of his feet. He’d been hanging around the set all day, but hadn’t actually had any scenes to shoot. Callum had watched Michael eyeing him and Tom.
“So…,” Mike slung an arm around Tom’s shoulders and smiled. “You guys up for some karaoke and a drink or ten?”
Tom groaned and said “no” before Callum had time to even register the word karaoke and all it might entail. “We’re golfing in the morning,” Tom offered in explanation. Callum just shrugged.
“Ooooh. I love golf.” Michael got a horribly evil gleam in his eye that Callum didn’t attempt to interpret.
“No, you don’t.”
“Sure I do.”
“No.” Tom drew the word out and looked down at Michael over the top of his sunglasses. “You love speeding around in a golf cart trying to run people over.”
Callum was amused by the obvious friendship between the guys and thought of working with Hugh and Paul. Listening to their banter was like watching a tennis match, words volleyed back and forth before him
“Golf carts and ball washing,” Michael said with a grin. “What’s not to love? Right, Cal?”
At the abbreviation of his name, Callum actually took a moment to really look at Michael and couldn’t miss the way the man winked at him. They hadn’t even spoken all day, Callum’s scenes involving the little girl playing his daughter or Tom. He’d noticed Michael watching them, though; watching Tom. And Callum noticed the way Michael was now watching him.
“Uh … I’m actually quite a fan of the game. There’s an art to it …,” he trailed off, unsure how much Michael really needed to know about his love of golf.
“Well, yeah,” Michael nodded in agreement. “Sure. And Tom’s totally your man for that. I’m more fun though.” He was practically leering now and Callum wondered at Tom’s obliviousness.
Tom rolled his eyes and offered Callum his hand. “It was great working with you, Callum. I’ll see you in the morning?”
“Yeah.” Callum nodded as he shook his hand.
“Don’t let him talk you into anything you don’t want to do.” Tom said as he started to move away,
looking pointedly at Michael who rolled his eyes in reply.
“So,” Michael asked, turning his full attention to Callum. “Karaoke? A couple of drinks?”
Callum felt himself blush and look at the ground and then winced at the girlishness of his reaction. What the fuck was his problem? He pulled himself together and answered, “I don’t really do bars anymore.”
There was a moment of silence and then smooth as silk Michael said, “Well then how about a game of hockey?”
Callum looked up in surprise. “Yeah, okay.” He hadn’t been to a game in a while.
***
It turned out that Michael hadn’t meant watching a game, but rather playing. A little one on one. They’d been on the ice for five minutes before Callum was certain that Michael might be a pretty good player if stopped trying to show off so much.
It was amusing though. Callum knew exactly what Michael was after as he worked the puck between his skates then out to his stick and back to his skates again. It didn’t actually take a lot to get Callum in the sack, but he appreciated the effort so he let the kid play.
Callum’s attention, however, never wavered from the puck. Michael shifted it forward again and Callum’s stick was where Michael’d meant for his own to be. Then Callum was skating away and sending the puck right into the net.
“Score,” he said, trying not to gloat. “One-nothing.”
Michael smiled and shook his head as he said, “You know, I saw you in Slap Shot 2. Your performance was inspired.”
Callum laughed at the comment. “Uh… thanks.” Was Michael for real? Callum had taken some pretty amazing parts, he’d even turned in performances he was really proud of. Slap Shot 2 wasn’t really one of them. It had been fun, but mostly it had paid the bills.
“No really, man. You were fucking amazing.” Michael’s eyes were bright with something Callum didn’t want to put a name to. He skated towards Callum, stopping just inches away. The smell of sweat hung heavy in the air. Callum shifted on his skates, tempted to push off and retrieve the puck.
“Thanks,” he repeated, this time a little more sincerely. As hard as Michael was working for this, Callum hoped he had lube in his locker.
After the game -- which they called at a 3-3 tie -- they hit the showers and suddenly Michael was acting shy. He’d look away when Callum glanced over, so they showered and dressed and Callum wondered if he had misread Michael’s intentions. He prepared himself for jerking off in his hotel room later.
Once Michael was dressed, though -- armored in jeans and a weiner dog t-shirt -- his courage seemed to return. “Wanna grab something to eat?”
“Sure.”
Callum returned his rental skates as they exited the building and followed Michael out to his van. He’d been a little surprised -- and not a little amused -- by the van when they’d driven from the Smallville set to the ice rink. As he slipped into the passenger seat for second time, Callum took a better look at the back and couldn’t stop the dirty thoughts he had about the roominess of the back. Forget jerking off, if Michael didn’t make a move soon, he would.
They pulled up outside a Chinese restaurant. When asked what he wanted, Callum voiced no preference. Whatever Michael wanted was fine, he’d just wait in the van. He spent the next fifteen minutes alternating between thinking about what he might do with Michael in the back of the van and trying to get his dick back under control before Michael returned. He was a bit more successful with the former than the latter.
When Michael opened the driver’s door he caught Callum rubbing the heal of his hand against his crotch. Callum might have blushed if not for the flash of interest in Michael’s eyes. The food was dropped between the seats and before Callum could process what was happening, Michael was right there. He leaned across the space between the seats, pushing Callum’s hand away, replacing it with his own as he moved in for a kiss.
The kiss went on for what felt like eternity, Michael’s mouth possessive yet oddly gentle. He licked at Callum’s lips, begging entrance, their tongues sliding against each other when Callum opened his mouth on a sigh. Michael held Callum’s head with one hand while he worked his jeans open with the other. Callum groaned and couldn’t stop the thrust of his hips when he felt the heat of Michael’s hand against his cock.
“Fuck,” he muttered into Michael’s mouth as his hand moved faster. Callum might have whimpered when Michael pulled his hand away, but moments later he was gripping the armrests and throwing his head back when Michael’s lips slid down his cock. Immediately after coming in Michael’s mouth, Callum gave silent thanks that he wasn’t back in his hotel room beating off to bad pay-per-view porn.
When he opened his eyes, Michael was sitting in the driver’s seat watching him. Callum choked off a laugh and offered to do something about the smug expression on Michael’s face but it turned out the expression was due in part to Michael coming in his pants while blowing Callum.
He didn’t remember which one of them suggested going somewhere a little more private to eat their dinner before round number two. It didn’t matter who suggested it or whose hotel they went to. All that mattered was hands and mouths on cocks, beef lo mein, a shared shower that ended with another shower to wash the come off their stomachs, Kung Pao chicken, sleep, and more of everything in the morning.
They swung by Callum’s hotel room for clean clothes on the way to the golf course and rather than dropping him off, Michael parked in the customer lot. “I thought I’d drive the cart around while you guys play,” he offered. It was sweet. A little mushier than what Callum was used to, a little mushier than he was usually comfortable with. Then Michael was kissing him, messing up his hair, biting at his lip, and Callum just didn’t really care.
“How about you wash my balls instead?”
The End
Title: Five People Callum Didn’t Sleep With When Guest Starring on Smallville, and One He Did
Author: moosesal
Fandom: RPS - Callum Keith Rennie on Smallville
Characters/Pairing: CKR/Michael Rosenbaum, Tom Welling
Rating: hard R
Word Count: 1,916
Note: Thanks to brandil for the quick beta read. Thanks to brooklinegirl for gifting me with this request. And thanks to misspamela for actually making the request.
Prompt: CALLUM IN SMALLVILLE. please don't slash him with Tom Welling, but again with humor, banter, whatever! (slashing him with Michael Rosenbaum is perfectly acceptable. or they could play hockey together!)
As someone else said, be careful what you wish for. *g*
Kristen Kreuk
No. Kristen was a pretty girl. Operative word being girl. Callum looked at her and was reminded of Ellen Page on Wilby Wonderful. He knew Kristen was older than Ellen, but he just couldn’t go there.
He’d done enough crazy things in his life, he didn’t need to add Kristen Kreuk to the list.
Allison Mack
Allison was a lovely woman, yet despite her great rack and the fact that Callum had slept with women before, she just didn’t compare to his other options: the men on Smallville.
John Glover
Callum had really wanted to sit down and talk to John -- something that could have easily led to some hot, sweaty sex in one of their trailers -- but he wasn’t on set that day. Of course, Callum called his agent to see if there was some way his character might be brought back in a future episode featuring the talented Mr. Glover. He wasn’t giving up so easily.
Annette O’Toole
Two words -- Martha. Kent.
Callum found it incredibly hard to get past Annette’s onscreen persona. You just don’t fuck -- or fuck with -- Martha Kent.
Tom Welling
Tom was quite possibly the prettiest person Callum had ever worked with and he’d worked with a lot of beautiful people over the years. His looks might have been reason enough to not sleep with him. But that wasn’t it.
It might have been that Tom was married -- Hugh excluded, Callum tried to stay away from married men -- but that wasn’t it either.
The problem was really just a matter of timing.
If they were going to get together it would have to be the night after Callum finished filming; he was leaving town the next afternoon and Tom had already invited him to play golf in the morning before his flight.
Callum couldn’t fuck Tom the night before playing golf with him. It wasn’t some superstition or worry like professional athletes had about sapping their strength before a game. It wasn’t that he needed his rest.
It was that Jensen Ackles was joining them and Callum had fucked Jensen a year earlier when he guested on Supernatural. Callum worried that things would be awkward in the morning if he’d fucked both of them. Plus, if the sex was bad, he’d still have to look at Tom for eighteen holes because it was golf. It wasn’t like he was going to back out of playing with them.
So Callum found his options a little limited at the end of the day.
Michael Rosenbaum
Michael. Michael was hot. Not as hot as Tom, but certainly attractive. Plus he was funny, which was always good. The fact that he had a dick didn’t exactly hurt, either.
What actually worked in Michael’s favor, however, was that he asked.
Filming was over and Callum was back in his own clothes and ready to head out. He was saying his good-byes to Tom when Michael walked up, full of energy, rocking on the balls of his feet. He’d been hanging around the set all day, but hadn’t actually had any scenes to shoot. Callum had watched Michael eyeing him and Tom.
“So…,” Mike slung an arm around Tom’s shoulders and smiled. “You guys up for some karaoke and a drink or ten?”
Tom groaned and said “no” before Callum had time to even register the word karaoke and all it might entail. “We’re golfing in the morning,” Tom offered in explanation. Callum just shrugged.
“Ooooh. I love golf.” Michael got a horribly evil gleam in his eye that Callum didn’t attempt to interpret.
“No, you don’t.”
“Sure I do.”
“No.” Tom drew the word out and looked down at Michael over the top of his sunglasses. “You love speeding around in a golf cart trying to run people over.”
Callum was amused by the obvious friendship between the guys and thought of working with Hugh and Paul. Listening to their banter was like watching a tennis match, words volleyed back and forth before him
“Golf carts and ball washing,” Michael said with a grin. “What’s not to love? Right, Cal?”
At the abbreviation of his name, Callum actually took a moment to really look at Michael and couldn’t miss the way the man winked at him. They hadn’t even spoken all day, Callum’s scenes involving the little girl playing his daughter or Tom. He’d noticed Michael watching them, though; watching Tom. And Callum noticed the way Michael was now watching him.
“Uh … I’m actually quite a fan of the game. There’s an art to it …,” he trailed off, unsure how much Michael really needed to know about his love of golf.
“Well, yeah,” Michael nodded in agreement. “Sure. And Tom’s totally your man for that. I’m more fun though.” He was practically leering now and Callum wondered at Tom’s obliviousness.
Tom rolled his eyes and offered Callum his hand. “It was great working with you, Callum. I’ll see you in the morning?”
“Yeah.” Callum nodded as he shook his hand.
“Don’t let him talk you into anything you don’t want to do.” Tom said as he started to move away,
looking pointedly at Michael who rolled his eyes in reply.
“So,” Michael asked, turning his full attention to Callum. “Karaoke? A couple of drinks?”
Callum felt himself blush and look at the ground and then winced at the girlishness of his reaction. What the fuck was his problem? He pulled himself together and answered, “I don’t really do bars anymore.”
There was a moment of silence and then smooth as silk Michael said, “Well then how about a game of hockey?”
Callum looked up in surprise. “Yeah, okay.” He hadn’t been to a game in a while.
***
It turned out that Michael hadn’t meant watching a game, but rather playing. A little one on one. They’d been on the ice for five minutes before Callum was certain that Michael might be a pretty good player if stopped trying to show off so much.
It was amusing though. Callum knew exactly what Michael was after as he worked the puck between his skates then out to his stick and back to his skates again. It didn’t actually take a lot to get Callum in the sack, but he appreciated the effort so he let the kid play.
Callum’s attention, however, never wavered from the puck. Michael shifted it forward again and Callum’s stick was where Michael’d meant for his own to be. Then Callum was skating away and sending the puck right into the net.
“Score,” he said, trying not to gloat. “One-nothing.”
Michael smiled and shook his head as he said, “You know, I saw you in Slap Shot 2. Your performance was inspired.”
Callum laughed at the comment. “Uh… thanks.” Was Michael for real? Callum had taken some pretty amazing parts, he’d even turned in performances he was really proud of. Slap Shot 2 wasn’t really one of them. It had been fun, but mostly it had paid the bills.
“No really, man. You were fucking amazing.” Michael’s eyes were bright with something Callum didn’t want to put a name to. He skated towards Callum, stopping just inches away. The smell of sweat hung heavy in the air. Callum shifted on his skates, tempted to push off and retrieve the puck.
“Thanks,” he repeated, this time a little more sincerely. As hard as Michael was working for this, Callum hoped he had lube in his locker.
After the game -- which they called at a 3-3 tie -- they hit the showers and suddenly Michael was acting shy. He’d look away when Callum glanced over, so they showered and dressed and Callum wondered if he had misread Michael’s intentions. He prepared himself for jerking off in his hotel room later.
Once Michael was dressed, though -- armored in jeans and a weiner dog t-shirt -- his courage seemed to return. “Wanna grab something to eat?”
“Sure.”
Callum returned his rental skates as they exited the building and followed Michael out to his van. He’d been a little surprised -- and not a little amused -- by the van when they’d driven from the Smallville set to the ice rink. As he slipped into the passenger seat for second time, Callum took a better look at the back and couldn’t stop the dirty thoughts he had about the roominess of the back. Forget jerking off, if Michael didn’t make a move soon, he would.
They pulled up outside a Chinese restaurant. When asked what he wanted, Callum voiced no preference. Whatever Michael wanted was fine, he’d just wait in the van. He spent the next fifteen minutes alternating between thinking about what he might do with Michael in the back of the van and trying to get his dick back under control before Michael returned. He was a bit more successful with the former than the latter.
When Michael opened the driver’s door he caught Callum rubbing the heal of his hand against his crotch. Callum might have blushed if not for the flash of interest in Michael’s eyes. The food was dropped between the seats and before Callum could process what was happening, Michael was right there. He leaned across the space between the seats, pushing Callum’s hand away, replacing it with his own as he moved in for a kiss.
The kiss went on for what felt like eternity, Michael’s mouth possessive yet oddly gentle. He licked at Callum’s lips, begging entrance, their tongues sliding against each other when Callum opened his mouth on a sigh. Michael held Callum’s head with one hand while he worked his jeans open with the other. Callum groaned and couldn’t stop the thrust of his hips when he felt the heat of Michael’s hand against his cock.
“Fuck,” he muttered into Michael’s mouth as his hand moved faster. Callum might have whimpered when Michael pulled his hand away, but moments later he was gripping the armrests and throwing his head back when Michael’s lips slid down his cock. Immediately after coming in Michael’s mouth, Callum gave silent thanks that he wasn’t back in his hotel room beating off to bad pay-per-view porn.
When he opened his eyes, Michael was sitting in the driver’s seat watching him. Callum choked off a laugh and offered to do something about the smug expression on Michael’s face but it turned out the expression was due in part to Michael coming in his pants while blowing Callum.
He didn’t remember which one of them suggested going somewhere a little more private to eat their dinner before round number two. It didn’t matter who suggested it or whose hotel they went to. All that mattered was hands and mouths on cocks, beef lo mein, a shared shower that ended with another shower to wash the come off their stomachs, Kung Pao chicken, sleep, and more of everything in the morning.
They swung by Callum’s hotel room for clean clothes on the way to the golf course and rather than dropping him off, Michael parked in the customer lot. “I thought I’d drive the cart around while you guys play,” he offered. It was sweet. A little mushier than what Callum was used to, a little mushier than he was usually comfortable with. Then Michael was kissing him, messing up his hair, biting at his lip, and Callum just didn’t really care.
“How about you wash my balls instead?”
The End