DISCLAIMER - No matter how many times I close my eyes and make a wish I still don't own these beautiful boys... more's the pity. This is purely a work of fiction, not intended to imply anything about these guys or their lives.
Author's note - With thanks to Astrea for betaing.
The sound of keys being tapped caught Michael's attention as he walked into the room. When he looked across, he found that Tom was sitting at his computer, thoroughly absorbed in whatever was on the screen in front of him.
"Hey there, make yourself at home," Michael said with a grin.
Tom didn't look up.
"Thanks," he murmured distractedly.
"Whatcha got there that's so fascinating?" Michael asked, walking across to him.
All at once Tom's head shot up, his eyes widening. "Oh shit," he muttered. "This stuff was all supposed to have been cut. Now it's out there and my ass is the hot topic of discussion!"
Michael choked on his laughter. "Are you on the internet? You can't believe everything you read on there. Well, unless it's something I've said, then it's probably true." He grinned again.
Tom gave a disgusted snort. "The WB put up video of you telling everyone how great my ass is. Should I believe that?"
"Of course, that goes without saying." Michael peered over Tom's shoulder at what was on screen. His eyebrows rose as he watched the piece of video Tom had found. Tom's naked butt, and more, flashed the camera as he ran and executed a neat dive into the water.
"It's a nice ass," Michael purred, approval in his voice. "Now everybody else is going to know I was right." The video looped again. "Damn, I really missed out by not seeing you film those scenes, but it looks like Kristin sure got an eyeful."
Tom glared up at Michael. "I was covered up!"
"There are some things you really can't cover up," Michael said, chuckling. He reached over Tom and hit pause, freezing a single shot from the video sequence. Michael's finger tapped against the screen, indicating what he meant.
"Mike!" Tom batted his hand away, awkwardness colouring his tone. He hurriedly shut down the window. "You know, this footage was never supposed to get out, just the edited version. That's why I agreed there was no need for a body double."
"But look what everyone would have been missing out on if it hadn't," Michael teased, nudging Tom's arm with his own.
"You're not helping here," Tom sighed.
"Okay, so what are people saying about the video?" Michael brought his hands up and began to massage the tense muscles in Tom's neck. "And don't tell me you didn't look because I won't believe you."
Tom looked a little embarrassed about being caught out. He leaned back into Michael's touch before answering. "Well, they seem to like it, I guess," he said. "Though there's a debate going on about whether it's really me or not."
Michael laughed. "Where's this discussion going on? You want me to settle the question for them on the basis of my inside information?"
"Don't you dare!" Tom tipped his head back far enough to eye Michael warily, apparently not entirely sure if he was serious or not.
"Well, I'm all about giving the public what they want," Michael said, smirking. He stopped his massage and leaned comfortably on Tom's shoulder. "And it seems that what they want is more of your ass. Which really just goes to prove the point I made in that interview."
"Why are you so obsessed with my ass anyway?" Tom asked, glancing up.
"I told you, it's a nice ass." Michael's grin returned in full force as he slid a hand down the back of Tom's chair to pet the body part in question.
Tom glared in mock annoyance. "Nice? What kind of a word is nice?"
"Oh, so now you're fishing for compliments, are you?" Michael relaxed, enjoying the game. "Why don't you tell me how *you* would describe it."
"I can't describe my own ass!" Tom laughed at the suggestion.
"Then don't complain about how I refer to it," Michael retorted.
"But... nice?" Tom frowned.
Michael leaned in closer.
"All right, let's think about this," he said, his mouth against Tom's ear. His tongue came out, slowly tracing the whorls of cartilage before his teeth closed on the lobe, nipping sharply. He was rewarded with a breathy gasp. "How about... firm?" he suggested.
"Mm, that's better, I guess," Tom said dreamily. "Anything else?" He tilted his head, offering his neck for Michael to taste next.
"Muscular," Michael said after his mouth had detoured for a brief exploration of the smooth, tanned skin.
"Oh, definitely," Tom agreed, a smile curving his lips.
"Lickable." The word was followed by a long, wet sweep of Michael's tongue that went from Tom's throat to his ear.
"Lick...?" A repeat of the gesture left Tom groaning, "Fuck, Mike!"
Michael grinned, his mouth still moving against Tom's neck. At the same time his hands slid down the front of Tom's shirt, carefully unbuttoning it. "Hm, I think I'll fuck you instead, Tom, just not right now."
"When?" Tom's voice wavered a little as Michael's fingers found his nipples and pinched them lightly.
"Oh, soon," Michael said lazily. "But first I have to show that nice ass of yours just how lickable it is. After all that talk about it I wouldn't want it to start feeling neglected, you know."