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 bathrooms challenge.
Expression intent, Michael backs Tom into the nearest stall. Impatiently, he slams the door, flipping the lock. Then he's pushing Tom roughly against the wall, pressing close. Quick, hungry kiss, then Michael's on his knees, hands scrabbling at Tom's zipper.
"Mike!" Harsh gasp as the long fingers reach into Tom's jeans, wrap around his cock and pull it free of the denim.
"All fucking summer, every party and premiere, there wasn't a second when I didn't think about this."
Tom's head thumps against the wall as his cock's surrounded by wet heat.
"Me too," he breathes, coming hard in Michael's mouth.