The Games People Play

Tom was on the way to Mike's trailer when Allison stopped him. She didn't say anything, just smiled and shoved a Superman lunch box in his hands.

"Is this what I think it is?" Tom asked, turning it over in his hands.

"Yep! The infamous smutbox." She grinned, and when she looked like that, Tom had to fight down the urge to bolt.

"And you're giving it to me because...."

"Everyone's taken what they wanted from it, and there are only a couple of items left." She paused dramatically.  "We thought maybe you and Mike would enjoy them." With a wink, she was gone.

Tom cracked open the box and peered inside. "Oh, fuck. You have *got* to be kidding me."

****

Tom couldn't remember the last time he hesitated before knocking on Mike's trailer.  First season, definitely.  He'd been nervous, shy, his hands sweating just like they were now.  Sometime during the last 50 odd feet, his mind had started going places it definitely should not go.  Sure, he and Mike played around now and then, but it was all in good fun.  Never serious, and it was never supposed to be obvious to anyone else.  Maybe he should spend his break alone today...

The door to the trailer swung open and Mike was standing there in all of his Lex glory. Barefoot, though, Tom noticed with a sigh.  The universe was obviously against him.

Or with him.  He couldn't decide.

"'Bout damn time, Welling. I was about to eat without you." There was the smallest of pauses and Mike raised an eyebrow. "And where the hell did you find that box? I thought I'd lost it."  

"Uh, Alli gave it to me.  Apparently it's been passed around," Tom mumbled as he crossed the threshold.  I am not Clark Kent, he reminded himself. I am Tom Welling and I am cool. He thrust the box at Mike.

"Alli, huh? I should have known she'd be the one to run off with it." Mike said as he grabbed the container and gave it a little shake.  "It seems lighter.  Hey, Tommy, you didn't happen to remove the pocket pussy from this, did you?"

"No!" He felt immediately stupid, because Mike was, of course, joking.  Giggling, even, and Tom couldn't help but giggle with him. "You wanna bet on who's got it?"

"Probably Kristin."  And then they both collapsed onto the couch, laughing, Mike's arm around his shoulder.  Totally normal for them, really.  It'd taken a while to get used to having a touchy-feely co-star, but now Tom rather enjoyed it.  If he was leaning into Mike more than usual, that didn't have anything to do with what was left in the lunch box.  Nothing at all.

"So, what'd they leave me?"  Mike asked, still laughing. He popped open the box and laughed harder. "Someone added condoms! That's awesome."

"And thoughtful, too," Tom said with a smirk, settling back into the cushions.  He bit his thumbnail, an old nervous habit that he was sure he'd outgrown. "You wanna hear something really funny? Alli said what's in there is for us. You and me."

He waited for Mike to lose it again, but instead his giggles tapered off.  "For us, huh? A cockring, lube, and some condoms?"  He waggled his eyebrows at Tom. "You up for it, Welling?"

Tom was indeed 'up for it'. He shifted to hide his erection, very aware of how close they were sitting.  And that they were flirting.  Again, normal, because they flirted all of the time, but not with a smutbox right there in front of them.

Tom batted the ball smoothly back into Mike's court. "Like you'd even know what to do with a cockring, Rosenbaum."

Mike, there was no other word for it, *leered* at him. "And you do? Care to demonstrate?"

That certainly wasn't the expected response, especially because Tom was positive that Mike knew exactly what to do with a cockring.   Usually one of them cracked a joke right about now, and the conversation wandered back to safer territory.  Today, for some reason, Tom felt like pushing it.  His hands went to his belt buckle.   

"Hand it over," he said.  And, surely, Mike would start laughing again and this game would come to an end.  

Mike handed him the cockring.

He unbuttoned his jeans. Unzipped them.

Mike licked his lips.  

"Tommy?"

"Yeah?"   He couldn't help but to buck up a little at the sound of Mike's voice when he said Tom's name like that, and wondered if Mike noticed.  He didn't seem to every other time it happened.

"You can't have an erection when you put on one those bad boys. Let me help you with that."    

Mike slid off the couch and onto the floor.  Their game had absolutely never gone *this* far and Tom could only stare as Mike pushed his knees apart and settled in between them.  Everything about his facial expression said he was no longer playing around.

"Oh, fuck. Mike, wait...."

Mike bit the inside of his thigh and Tom jerked.  "It's okay, Tommy," Mike's voice was low and seductive, and oh, fuck. "What's a blowjob between friends?."

He bit again a little higher and Tom had to moan.   God, this was such a very bad idea and he should leave right now. But Mike was licking along his inseam and no one could blame him for reaching into his boxers and pulling out his cock.

Mike stopped for a second, looking dazed, as if he couldn't believe Tom had just done that. Then Mike grinned up at him.  Leaning forward he ran his tongue around the head of Tom's cock and Tom bucked up again.

"How much do you want it, Tommy?"

"...What?"

"How much do you want my mouth on your cock?"

"Fuck, Mikey. No more games, okay? Just, please.... suck me."

Mike let out a groan and lowered his gaze to Tom's dick. "No. No more games."

And then Tom was arching his back up off the couch, because Mike had so done this before.  His mouth was wet and greedy and *good*.  Tom's hands went to the back of Mike's freshly shaved scalp, and god, that was hot, too.  If he was honest with himself, he'd always wondered what Mike head would feel like when it was shaved. What it would look like bobbing up and down in Tom's lap.   And, yes. Fuck, yes.  So good.   

His hips lifted off the couch again and again until Mike's hands held them down, making it even better, and he couldn't help the noises coming out of his mouth.   Couldn't help the things he was saying.

"Wanted this.  God, wanted you.  Yeah, suck me."  Mike groaned around his cock and his mouth worked faster.  Tom knew it wouldn't last much longer.   "Shit.  I'm gonna..."

And then he was coming, the orgasm rippling through him in hard waves and it was very possible he was yelling.  His breath came in ragged pants and he gave Mike's scalp one last stroke.  "God, Mike. That was...."   

"Yeah," Mike said, getting up and then crashing down beside him on the couch.  He brushed his lips against Tom's cheek and Tom turned his head and caught Mike's mouth with his own.

The kiss was sweet, gentle. Nothing like a game at all.  Soon, Tom would have to think about life outside this trailer, but not right now.  Right now, his main goal was to track down every item stolen from the smutbox and experiment, just him and Mike.

"So," Tom said with a grin. "About that cockring...."

Stuff on the Side:

wildly innappropriate soundtrack:

A few months back, I (kHo) decided to be a complete pervert, and make a Clark/Lex "porn soundtrack." Which involved me spending hours (no shit, dude, hours) holding up my speakers to the microphone, recording moans and gasps from several episodes of Smallville while Lex was being tortured, or Clark was being kryptonited, and then mixing them together to make them sound like they're making sweet, hot, x-rated love. You can feel free to download that via sendspace.com if you like here.

icons about the items in the 'smutbox':

01. 02. 03.

04. 05.

songs to get your groove on to:
(uploaded via sendspace.com)

Who Did What:

- Story written and conceived by Kristi.
- Graphics and webdesign by kHo.
- Challenge issued by Kassie and Nan.
- Insanity provided by the girl who started it all.