Chapter 18 #2
Tommy brought his mouth to the firm little nub and licked over it, loving the shudder that coursed through Mike’s body, the way his hips pushed up just that little bit.
A lightness spread through Tommy’s chest when realization dawned.
I did that. I made him feel good. Damn, that felt amazing.
A sense of power surged through him, and he took the nipple between his teeth and tugged it.
There was no mistaking Mike’s reaction. He rolled out a groan and pushed his hand into Tommy’s briefs to wrap it around his shaft, pulling it free and working it gently.
It was Tommy’s turn to shudder.
The pair of them sat there on the couch, Tommy teasing and biting Mike’s nipple, his hand stroking that firm, taut belly, while Mike put his head back against the cushions and made low noises that went straight to Tommy’s dick.
Mike spat into his hand and then curled his fingers around Tommy’s cock, sliding on the silken skin, moving slowly, gently building up speed.
Mike grabbed the back of Tommy’s head, his fingers through his hair, and pulled him free to bring their mouths together in a not too gentle collision that left Tommy gasping for breath.
Mike plundered his mouth, sucking on Tommy’s tongue, that hand job not stopping for an instant.
Tommy’s hips bucked, body trembling, and then there he was, creaming over Mike’s hand and moaning into that kiss.
Mike held him steady throughout, until the jolts of orgasm had faded away.
Tommy laid his head on Mike’s shoulder and watched as Mike lifted his come-covered hand to his lips and lapped it all up, his gaze fixed on Tommy.
Oh my dear Lord, that is so hot. Then he got to taste himself when Mike kissed him, slowly, thoroughly, tongue sliding between Tommy’s lips.
Tommy closed his eyes and leaned into Mike’s touch, enjoying the feel of that warm, hard body against his.
He didn’t want to think about leaving, about the coming week that was going to drag until he got to see Mike again.
All that mattered was this, the two of them, curled up together, Mike’s kiss, Mike’s touch.
Who was he kidding? The way he was feeling right then, all that mattered was Mike.
Mike waved Tommy off, watching until the truck was out of sight. He closed the front door and then walked into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. Within the next half hour he needed to be showered and changed, ready for Woofs. Only, he didn’t want to go.
He hadn’t wanted Tommy to go either.
His phone’s shrill tone broke through the quiet. He picked it up from the coffee table and groaned aloud. Aw crap. When the call connected, he braced himself for the onslaught. “Hi, Mom.”
Her huff was clearly audible. “Oh, so you are alive, then. I was beginnin’ to wonder.”
“Don’t give me that,” he retorted, his chest tightening. “I know why you’re calling.”
“Have I done somethin’? Said somethin’?” she demanded. “Because it’s been a few weeks now that I haven’t had the pleasure of your comp’ny for Sunday lunch, and it’s startin’ to worry me.”
Fuck. Mike felt like such a heel. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? It’s just that I’ve been a little… busy these last weeks.”
There was a moment of silence. “What’s his name?”
“Excuse me?” Damn his mom’s intuition.
“You heard me, Mike Scott. What’s the name of the guy that’s keepin’ you away from your momma?” She chuckled. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
“I will neither confirm nor deny your suspicions,” Mike said with a grin. Let her chew on that.
“I knew it.” She sounded insufferably pleased with herself. “Okay, you’re forgiven. Only, mind you bring him along to meet me if it gets serious, y’hear?”
“Bring who? Did I say there was someone? Well, did I?” Mike was trying hard not to laugh.
His mom breezed on like she hadn’t heard a single word he’d said. “Now I’ve got the yellin’ out of the way, s’pose you tell me what’s goin’ on in your life? That’s if you have the time, of course.”
Mike sighed. Mom always knew how to twist the knife.
“How’s the schedule looking for the next month or so?” Kevin asked Mike as they cleaned up, the last of the customers having just left. “You gonna be away filming at all? We’re drawing up the new roster.”
Mike got out his phone and pulled up his calendar.
“Far as I can tell, unless anything changes, I got a shoot in Palm Springs at the end of February that’ll be three days, going over a weekend.
” He wasn’t looking forward to that one.
The last shoot for TopMen had not gone well.
There had been five or six guys staying in a house out in Palm Springs, and tempers had gotten a little frayed, to say the least. Two of the actors had complained that the company hadn’t provided enough food for the shoot, and shopping for more hadn’t been an option, given that the location was a tad remote.
It had been bad enough that Ryan Prentice had already told Mike privately he wouldn’t be filming for TopMen anymore, unless they got their act together and put on the shoots in more hospitable locations.
Mike couldn’t blame him. What he couldn’t get over, however, was Alex Travis.
Unlike Ryan’s low-key reaction, Alex had gone onto Twitter and very publicly lambasted their director.
It had been downright ugly. Pete Harden, the director, had retaliated, declaring that if that was how Alex felt, then Pete wouldn’t be happy about working with him in the future.
It all left a sour taste in Mike’s mouth.
He could only hope that the situation had improved by the next shoot.
He didn’t have a clue who his costars would be, but then he hadn’t known the last time either.
He put his phone away and got on with wiping down the bar.
The hairs on the back of his neck prickled, and he glanced up to find Kevin staring at him.
“What’s up with you?” Mike asked, not slowing in his task.
He was tired, and he wanted to get home to his bed.
If he was real lucky, it would still smell of Tommy.
The thought was both comforting and torturous.
Kevin studied him for a moment. “Yep, he’s good for ya.” He gave a smug little smile and carried on putting away the cleaned glasses behind the bar.
Mike waited, but when nothing else was forthcoming, he growled. “That’s it? That’s all I get?”
Kevin chuckled. “Don’t give me that. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Tommy. Patrick and me, we’ve noticed, okay? You’ve been different since he showed up.”
“Is that so?” Mike threw down his cleaning rag and folded his arms across his chest. “You’re full of shit, y’know that?”
Kevin shook his head and laughed. Mike couldn’t let it go.
“Different how?”
Kevin straightened and faced him. “You’re more relaxed. You smile more. Laugh more. Stuff like that.” He winked. “’Course, if it was me banging that gorgeous ass, I’d be smiling too.” Kevin grinned.
“Ah, so you think it’s just the sex.” Mike shook his head and went back to his wiping.
“You mean it’s not?” That brought Kevin to a standstill. “Mike?”
Mike sighed and gave up on his cleaning.
He leaned against the bar. “I like him, okay? I like talking with him. He’s…
he’s smart, Kev, like really smart. We laugh.
And yeah, the sex is good, but it’s not like we’re tearing each other’s clothes off the minute we get through my front door.
Some weekends we don’t even fuck, we just…
cuddle.” Mike laughed when Kevin’s eyes widened. “Yeah, really.”
A slow smile crept across Kevin’s face. “Well, day-um.” He lunged at Mike and hugged him, those thick tattooed arms squeezing him tight. “Hallelujah ’n’ praise Jesus, Mikey’s got himself a guy.” He released him and stepped back, eyes shining.
Mike snorted. “Don’t go getting ahead of yourself, now. We’re not a couple, okay?”
Kevin gave him a knowing look. “Give it time, Mike. Just give it time.”
Mike gazed at him intently. “You are not to go making out there’s more to this than there is, especially when Tommy’s here. You’ve seen what he’s like. Kid’ll probably die of sheer embarrassment.” He glared. “I mean it, Kev.”
Kevin held up his hands. “Okay, okay, I hear ya.” His eyes gleamed.
“But you can’t blame a guy for thinkin’.
” He tilted his head to one side. “So when you’re off filming in a few weeks’ time, you’re telling me you’re not gonna miss him?
” He waggled his eyebrows and walked off around the bar, whistling.
Mike stared after him. His protestations sounded hollow, even to his ears. And Kevin had made a valid point, damn him. Never mind missing Tommy when he’d be away filming—it was getting so that he missed him from one weekend to the next.
The “we’re not a couple” argument was looking flimsier by the minute.