Date: Tue, 17 Feb 2004 20:38:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Lillian Luthor <lilli_luthor1961@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Matthew Chronicles Part 6

Jim woke up shivering.  He opened his eyes slowly and reached out for the
two men that had shared his bed the night before.  Both were gone.  The
pleasant memory of last night was quickly dashed, as thoughts of Matt
stealing away with Tom tore through Jim's heart.  He'd seen the whispering
between the two.  His insecurities were back in full force as he swung his
legs over the side of the bed and groped around for his robe.

Glancing over at the bed across from him, he saw Joe, Mike and Kyle still
entangled with one another fast asleep.  Jim crept into the bathroom and
showered, trying to push thoughts of his lover and the hunky Tom Welling
out of his mind.  He dressed quickly and walked into the living room to
find the three younger boys also snuggled together sleeping.  Andy was
cuddled against David's chest, with Greg spooned behind him.  Jim began to
feel bitter, knowing he woke up cold and alone.

As he was bout to leave the room, he noticed a note on the table by the
door, scribbled on a piece of hotel stationary. It read:

Went to gym on 3 to workout.  Tom

 Jim hurried out the door and down the hallway to the bank of elevators.
His heart was racing.  He knew where he was headed.  Part of him was angry
and wanted to catch Matt and Tom in the act, the other part feared what
finding them together could me.  Running his hand through his blonde hair,
he stepped on the elevator and stabbed at the three button.  Matt and Jim
had shared various lovers, but as far as he knew, Matt had never fallen for
any of them.  Jim longed for the two of them to settle down and be an
exclusive couple, but he didn't dare tell Matt for fear he would lose him.
The ding of the elevator broke Jim's thoughts.  He saw a metal sign at the
end of the hall indicating the direction of the gym and walked slowly
towards a pair of glass doors.

The front desk was empty.  To his left was another short corridor.  He
turned and stopped dead in his tracks when he came across a sweaty Tom
Welling running on a treadmill...alone.  Tom shot him one of his patented
grins when he realized he was not alone.  Jim blushed feeling foolish for
having rushed down to spy on his lover.

"He isn't here", Tom called out, slightly short of breath.

"Who isn't here?" Jim tried to sound nonchalant.

"Matt", Tom beamed, slowing down his pace.

"Oh.  I wasn't looking for him.  I came to work out", Jim lied.

Tom eyed the man suspiciously, observing he was wearing the dress slacks
from last night and expensive leather shoes.

"Oh."

Jim realized how foolish he must have seemed to Tom when he became aware of
the fact that he wasn't dressed for a workout.

"You should take off your shoes.  They probably won't allow them on the
equipment."

Tom came to a complete stop, panting slightly.  He grabbed a hotel issue
white towel and wiped his brow.  Sweat caused his hair to be plastered to
his scalp and glistened on his torso, arms and chest.  He wore a pair of
red running shorts with a white stripe up the side that left nothing to the
imagination. His feet were covered with a pair of white crew socks.  Tom
walked over to Jim circling him until he came to a stop behind him.

"You should take of your shirt and pants as well.  You wouldn't want them
to get dirty", he whispered.

Warm breath spilled over Jim's neck.  He felt the hairs there stand to
attention.  His cock twitched, even as he reminded himself that this was
the guy he was jealous of.

Tom reached around him and began to unbutton his shirt.

"What do you like to do?" He asked seductively. "Pump iron?" He asked,
bringing his hips forward suggestively.

Jim shut his eyes briefly.  His head was spinning and the other one was
getting hard as a rock.

"I should go."  Jim looked around the small room that masqueraded as a gym.
There were four treadmills, a couple of benches and some weights and two
doors marked sauna and showers.

"But I thought you wanted a workout", Tom purred, unbuttoning the last
button of the man's shirt.

He pulled and let it flutter to the ground.  Tom ran his hand down Jim's
flank.

"Maybe we could work on these love handles", Tom whispered against the
older man's ear.

Jim snatched away.  He stooped down to get his shirt and was grasped by two
strong hands and backed against the wall.  Tom's emerald eyes searched
Jim's crystal blue one.

"I'm sorry.  I wasn't making fun of you.  You're so hot" Tom sputtered.

Jim felt all his emotions breaking.  He bit his lip fighting to contain
them.

"I'm not.  I'm nothing like you.  You're right, I'm fat and out of shape
and it's no wonder Matt doesn't want me."

"Hey... hey.  What makes you think Matt doesn't want you?  And I never said
you were fat." Tom placed one huge hand on Jim's cheek, trying to console
him.

"It's just that Matt stays in shape and I saw your note and thought you
were together...and you two seemed so close last night.  Why would he want
me, when he could have you?" Jim cried.

Cupping the other side of the agent's face with his other hand, he pulled
the blonde in for a brief kiss.

"Matt loves you.  And I want you so bad right now.  Matt and I were talking
about something that happened last night.  He didn't want to worry you, but
I think you should know."

"Was it something that happened between the two of you in the bathroom at
the party?" Jim asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

"No silly", Tom laughed, leaning in for another kiss.  "Your friend, the
fat guy you used to work with was hassling Matt in the bathroom.  I walked
in and broke it up."

Jim stared at Tom in disbelief.

"Why didn't he tell me?"

"He was afraid you'd go after the guy in a fit of anger and cause problems
for you and he."

Jim shut his eyes.  He realized how foolish and insecure he had been.  He
was so absorbed in self-pity that he didn't realize his lover was
distressed and needed him.

"Do you know where Matt is now?" Jim asked.

"No.  I don't.  He said there was something he had to do.  Look Jim, Matt
doesn't want you to jeopardize your career.  You are managing a lot of hot
young talent.  If word leaks out about your sexual preferences, you might
lose a lot of clients who don't want there name associated with a gay
agent.  We all have images to protect.  Matt is trying to protect yours."

"But if Chad suspects, he could make trouble for us.  He was always
sniffing around my clients and me.  He's a closet queer himself.  He's just
afraid to admit it."

"Let's deal with that later.  Chances are you'll never hear from him
again. Now...how about that workout?"

Tom pressed his body against the blondes, still cupping his face.  He
pulled Jim's face to his and sucked luscious lips into his mouth.  Jim
moaned into the mouth of the buff actor.  His hands wandered over the bare
chiseled chest and traced the six-pack down to the waistband of his shorts.
He let his arms wrap around the brunette's waist and down the back of his
shorts.

Jim let out a tiny gasp when he realized the Smallville star wasn't wearing
any underwear.  He cupped the firm cheeks of the Superhero's ass and was
rewarded in similar fashion as Tom kneaded the agent's cheeks through his
slacks.

"Take them off", Tom moaned.

Tom led Jim over to the benches where the weights were and gently laid him
on his back Spreading his legs, the Smallville star began to fist the
blondes rapidly expanding erection. Sweat glistened on the muscular body of
the brunette. He leaned down and kissed Jim softly on the mouth and
whispered,

"This is going to be the best workout I've ever had" "Mmmmmm, yes," Jim
replied, enjoying the feel of the younger man's chest pressed against his
own.  Both men's skin glistened with sweat as Tom reached between them and
began to jerk them both of with his huge hand. He slide seductively down
the agent's body till his mouth was over Jim's swollen shaft deep throating
him while using his hand to stroke himself.  Jim's torso squirmed under the
careful ministrations of Tom's tongue and teeth.  His hips snapped forward
when he felt large fingers circling his hole.  His whole body tingled and
he relished the smell of arousal and perspiration that filled his
nostrils. Jim raised his head slightly and was rewarded with the beautiful
sight of Tom's head bobbing back and forth as his soft ruby lips took his
sex all the way in his mouth and slid it out again.  Jim began to pump his
hips faster, fucking the young actors mouth.  He let out a loud groan,
clenched his teeth and grunted as Tom used his teeth and tongue to coax him
into completion. Tom withdrew his mouth from around Jim's leaking cock with
a loud smacking sound.  He pulled the blonde up in one fluid motion and
bent him over the bench.

Tom let out a long hissing sound as he knelt down and tongued the gorgeous
buttocks before him. He reached over and rubbed, pinched, squeezed and
spanked every inch.  He pressed his face into his crack and teased it again
with the tip of his nose and his tongue.

Jim moaned, and grunted again, and his body jerked as the skillful tongue
was replace with one finger, then another and then a third. He rocked back
against the digits that stretched him.  He felt Tom lean over him and his
thick shaft nudging at his entrance.

"Want you", Tom whispered against his ear.

"Take me", Jim cried.

Jim felt bolts of electricity course through his body and straight to his
cock as the WB hunk slowly pushed his way inside of him.  Grasping the
agent by the hips, he pressed forward, pounding in and out of the blonde at
a steady rhythm.

"Touch yourself", Tom commanded and Jim complied.

He reached between his legs and stroked his cock from tip to base, fondling
his heavy balls and rolling them in the palm of his hand.  Tom continued to
punish his ass with hard thrusts in and out of him.  Jim let out a groan as
pleasure and pain assaulted his senses all at once.

Tom slowed down, worried that he was hurting the man beneath him.

"Don't stop", Jim cried between breaths.

Tom growled and slammed into the tight sheath. He pulled almost out and
slammed back in again, driven by the cries of delight from the blonde.

"Fuck", Tom cried as his rhythm became unsteady and he felt his orgasm
overtaking him.

Jim jacked himself harder, wanting to come simultaneously with Tom.  One
final thrust and Tom's body quaked as his warm seed filled the agent. A low
hiss and Jim joined him, grunting a he shot his load over his hand.  Tom
kissed Jim's back and neck.  Reaching for his towel, he pulled out,
cleaning himself first and then Jim.

"You're beautiful", he whispered in Jim's ear. "If you ever want a serious
workout, give me a call."

Tom gathered their clothing and the two dressed quickly and exited before
anyone caught them.

"I meant what I said", Tom began as they rode the elevator back to their
room.  "If you're concerned about your body, I'd be happy to act as your
personal trainer."

"Thanks", Jim smiled, rising up on his toes to steal a final kiss from
Tom. "I'll definitely take you up on that."