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.

For the RPS100 word challenge - use the words jolt and air without using the words electricity or breath.

Tom feels a jolt of arousal as familiar arms slip around his waist from behind. One hand slides under his shirt, playing with his nipples. The other opens his jeans, reaching inside, fingers pressing against his cock.

Warmth bleeds through Tom's clothing, sinking into him as Michael pulls him closer. When a wet tongue licks a trail up the side of his neck to his ear, Tom gasps. It feels like all the air has been squeezed out of his lungs.

He's panting hard when he comes.

Michael's soft laughter vibrates through Tom's skin. Leaning back against him, Tom smiles.