Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2006 08:33:31 -0500
From: Miss Meehan <lilliluthor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Vancouver, BC - Chapter 2

Membership has it's privileges, at leasts that's what Tom was thinking
while Mike was muttered something about partners into the hollow of his
throat and mentioned something about joint ventures but his hand was
sliding down Tom's torso and Tom really couldn't hear anything but the rush
of blood pounding in his ears.  He decided to worry about the terms of
their partnership when Mike was through showing him the perks.  Tom
definitely knew if being pushed down on the plush carpeting of a winding
staircase and getting licked and kissed all over his mouth, his jawline and
neck were part of the deal, then hell yeah, he was in.

He still wasn't clear what his clean shaven costar was proposing exactly
and he really didn't care.  Mikes hands had worked their way under the
layers of shirt, turtleneck and tee and were playing with his nipples.  Tom
spread his legs wantonly and Mike seemed to fit right there between
them. Fit in a way Jamie never had.  His touches were sure not timid.  Mike
seemed to know his body intimately, even though they'd never touched this
way before.

Tom's hands decided to do a little exploring of their own, first cupping
the bald dome of his costar.  Tom ran his hand along the smooth pate
feeling velvety stubble beginning to sprout.  He toyed with the little knob
at the back of Mike's head.  It had always fascinated him.  Mike's mouth
was on his again and Tom used his hand to push Mike deeper into his mouth.
Their tongues collided and danced around each other.  Tom felt like he was
being swallowed whole.  Mike was pressing into him urgently and Tom helped
him by sliding a hand down his back and cupping his ass, pressing him
forward still.

The kiss was broken and Tom's layers were wrucked up above his chest and
Mike began an assault of teeth and tongue on Tom's chest.  Tom managed to
slide a hand down Rosenbaum's jeans which was no easy feat considering how
tight they were.  Tom smiled when he was pleasantly surprised by the fact
that Mike was going commando.  He let a finger glide up and down Mike's
crease.  Mike moaned and clamped down on Tom's ever hardening nipples.  Tom
groaned and dragged his hand out of Mike's pants long enough to shuck off
his cumbersome upper layers of clothing and reach between he and his costar
and unbuckle both their pants.

Mike released his vice grip on Welling's nipple long enough to slide out of
his pants and kick away his shoes before thrusting down Tom's pants as
well. Clothing and shoes scattered along the landing of the stairs. Mike
knelt back and stared in awe of Tom whose body was strewn across the last
four stairs, legs splayed open and panting heavily.

"You're beautiful," Mike marveled, before crawling back between Tom's legs
and working his way back up to the swollen pink lips that seemed to beg for
more kisses.

Tom had tried to return the compliment but his lips became otherwise
engaged. The stairs were becoming problematic not because of the discomfort
but because it was almost impossible for Tom to make full body contact with
his costar.  He arched his back and hips up and Mike slid one leg over his
and problem solved.  With the smaller man trapping Tom's right thigh
between his own, Tom was able to pull him closer, rotating his hips to
increase the contact.  Tom reached between them and grabbed both their
cocks, grateful for his huge hands.  He stroked their shafts firmly in his
fist.  Mike was pushing against him, moaning, eyes shut and riding his
thigh like a rodeo star. He muttered something against his lips and pressed
his mouth frantically against Tom's.  Mike's undulations were getting
faster and more erratic and it finally clicked what Mike had muttered.  Tom
sped up his strokes.  His lover's body was practically vibrating and he was
kissing Tom so fiercely that he almost couldn't breathe.

"Wait for me Mike," Tom grunted.

His hand glided up and down their slick shafts faster and faster, he was
almost there.  Tom marveled at Mike.  How beautiful he was as he reached
his climax. He felt the warm sticky fluid bubble over his clenched fist.
It was the throaty growl and perfect "O" shape of his mouth that brought
Tom to the brink of his own orgasm.  He felt his balls tighten and his back
arch involuntarily.  He wrapped his arm tighter around Mike for fear he
might actually throw him.  Mike was already trembling from wave after wave
of aftershocks when Tom joined him, feeling his own seed trickle down his
knuckles and mix with Mike's.  He squeezed their shafts together and let
his head fall back on the steps.

Mike lay spent and panting against Tom's chest.  Tom smoothed a hand up and
down the older man's back, dipping his head and placing kisses against the
velvety stubbles of the head resting against his shoulder.  They lay there
awhile, Mike almost drifting asleep to the steady rhythm of Tom's heart;
Tom enjoying the firm warm body covering his own.

"So," Mike finally asked, "you in?"

"What do you think?" Tom smiled before pulling his new lover up for a deal
sealing kiss.