Tom dismisses the order with a wave of his hand.

Mike looks over his shoulder. "What are you looking at?" Not next week’s screenplay.

"Have you seen this shit?"

Mike leans closer, trying to ignore how nice Tom’s hair smells. He’ll have to find out what brand of shampoo he uses. Well, if they ever let him grow his hair back.

"What the -"

Tom laughs. "Keep reading." He crosses his arms over his chest, an amused smirk on his face.

Mike’s eyebrows are halfway up his forehead. "They’re writing about us? Fucking?"

Tom glances back at Mike with a grin.

Mike shakes his head. "Fucking perverts."

Tom shrugs. "I’ve seen worse."

"Worse?" Did he say it was a bad thing?

Tom wiggles his eyebrows. "Want me to enlighten you?"

"As... interesting as I’m sure that would be," Mike forces himself to step away, "I have lines to learn." And a hard-on to take care of. Shit.

"Rehearse with me."

"Tom -"

"You liked doing Sorority Boys, right?"

Fuck? "If you mean acting in Sorority Boys, then yes." Queer.

"Rehearse with me," Tom repeats. "I have to practice a scene where Clark kisses Lana."

A scene where Clark kisses Lana? It takes a second to register.

"You... want me to... what?"

Tom smiles easily. "It’s not like I haven’t kissed you before. Shut up," before Mike can protest. "In the pilot, the mouth-to-mouth resuscitation scene?"

"That’s hardly the same thing," Mike argues. Not that it matters, because now he’s thinking about doing that scene - taping that scene - and getting even harder.

This is not a good thing.

Suddenly Tom is standing right in front of him, and Mike thinks he just forgot how to breathe. Tom leans in real close and murmurs, "Resuscitate me."

Did Tom just say "Resuscitate me?"

Mike isn’t sure. Mostly because Tom’s face is so close he’s the one who needs resuscitation.

And this isn’t happening, it really isn’t. Tom isn’t tilting his head down, isn’t closing his eyes, isn’t pressing his lips against Mike’s...

Holy shit. He is. And fuck, Mike likes it.

He closes his eyes, more because he’s afraid than because he’s supposed to, and Tom stands still for a second, not moving closer. "Hey," and this time his voice isn’t teasing, "it’s okay."

Mike inhales quickly and opens his eyes. Tom is looking at him.

"Okay."

Tom’s lips are soft, but strong. Mike wonders what they taste like.

Before he has a chance to find out, Tom’s tongue flicks out to lick the scar in the middle of his lip, trailing down the vertical blemish to slip past and into his mouth, pressing gently against his teeth. Mike sighs in surprise and Tom’s tongue goes all the way in, and for some reason this isn’t freaking him out.

Tom angles his head closer and then his hands are on Mike’s back, just above his ass, pulling him flush against - against Tom’s erection.

Well, that’s a first.

This is crazy.

Mike doesn’t care.

Tom’s tongue is sliding around his mouth, hips rocking into him and all that matters is Tom thick in his mouth and hard against his stomach. He wants more.

It’s like Tom is reading his mind, because one of the hands on his back slips under his jeans and the other comes around front to unzip him. Then Tom’s on his knees, and Mike doesn’t really care how he got that way, because Tom’s looking up at him with dilated pupils and lips red and swollen from kissing, and inches away from his cock.

Tom doesn’t say anything, just hooks his fingers in the waistband of Mike’s jeans and pulls them down, way too slow, button’s not undone and it’s bad but good when it scrapes against his cock.

Weird that he’s standing up, he’s never been sucked off while standing up and shouldn’t he be more concerned about the fact that Tom is a guy? But, air, hard, wanting, Tom looking at his cock with this little smile and licking his lips, so Mike really has other things to worry about. Like how long it’s going to be until Tom actually touches him.

Hand first - oh, big hand, strong hand - no teasing, just wrapping around and fuck, this is Tom. Forgetting that, a little, just letting his head fall back and Mike’s eyes close of their own accord. Big strong hand already pumping him and then mouth, oh god sweet wet mouth kissing the head, lips spreading and he slips inside that mouth warmer hotter inside. Hands in Tom’s hair, trying not to let himself pull Tom closer, so fucking perfect mouth on his cock. Tight even, keeping his lips tight and sliding farther, and Mike wonders how far Tom can take him.

Brush of fingers against his stomach, half in Tom’s mouth, thinks he’s going to explode when Tom unwraps his fingers and realizes it’s so Tom can take him even deeper. Hands tight on his hips, not gentle at all, thank God or else Mike wouldn’t be able to stop himself. Tom’s sliding off, long enough that he feels the shock of air but not long enough so he’s dry, all the way in fuck he’s all the way into Tom’s throat. Fuck, this is even better, never been all the way down someone’s throat before and it’s tight hot good.

Swallowing him then pulling off, in and out and he can’t help it, fucks Tom’s mouth and Tom lets him, encourages him, tightens his grip on Mike’s hips and fucks his mouth on Mike’s cock. Way too fucking good and just lets go... rhythm is a mystery and consciousness is blurry and his existence is centered on the shock of electricity down his spine, through his cock and... Tom swallows.

Vaguely aware of Tom’s arms around him as he slides to the floor, breath in his ear. "Hey, Mike." Responds with a raised eyebrow. "Think you can return the favor?"