Date: Mon, 29 May 2006 13:37:38 -0400
From: Miss Meehan <lilliluthor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Vancouver, BC - Chapter 6

A/N: Because I am really stuck with this story, I am bringing it to a swift
conclusion in the next chapter. I'll leave this sort of thing in the
capable hands of sexperts like Backlash and Nickwhatever.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. I do not know or claim to know
the sexual orientation of the celebrities mentioned in this story.



Tom Welling woke up in a tangle of limbs.  His head was pounding and his
surroundings were unfamiliar. He struggled to focus, trying to recall where
he was and why there were so many heavy bodies pressed against his own.
With a small groan he began to recall the events of the night before.  The
Party.

The VBC's grand opening began as a sedate and less than stellar affair.
The handful of guests that Tom had allowed his partner and lover Michael
Rosenbaum to invite had seem less than enthused about shelling out a
monthly fee to have sex with their partners in what amounted to a castle
that rivaled the fictional Luthor Mansion.

It didn't help that Michael had taken it upon himself to deliver a
forty-five minute speech about the goals of the club sounding more like
Alexander Luthor than himself. The grand tour of the facilities didn't fare
any better.  Tom and Mike were so seriously over budget that many of the
attractions that were supposed to be selling features were incomplete.  The
Olympic size pool in the basement was still under construction.  The
permits for the sauna and whirlpool were still forthcoming and although the
bedrooms were complete, in hindsight Tom wished he had allowed Mike to hire
an interior decorator.  So much of the décor was ripped off from the
stately Luthor Mansion that it was almost scary.

The guests which included Patrick Flueger, Chad Faust, Jared Padalecki,
Jensen Ackles and Eric Johnson, seemed less then impressed.  Eric was
visibly uncomfortable.  Tom knew it was because he was the only guy not
paired up.  It wasn't that he didn't have a lover, it was because Mike had
imposed an age limit of guys under forty.  By the time the group was headed
down the stairs and to the main dining room, Tom could tell his costar was
more than a little disappointed.  Mike had been so pumped about his little
business venture that he never stopped for a moment to think it might not
be a success.  That's when the doorbell rang.  All seven men froze in
panic.  No one else was supposed to know they were here.  Tom searched the
faces of the other six men and knew they were all thinking the same thing.
They were followed.  Even as they stood frozen on the steps like deer
trapped in the headlights, all were wondering if paparazzi was lurking
outside, ready to expose them to the world.

It was Mike who moved first.  He motioned for Tom and the rest to head to
the main room and close the door.  The group moved as quickly as they
could, trying to make as little noise as Tom herded them into the room and
shut the door.

"I knew we should have stayed home," Patrick whispered to Chad.  Chad
hunched him into silence.

Tom wasn't sure, but he could swear he heard each man's heart racing as
they stood pressed against the heavy wooden doors.  Tom began to look
around for an exit.  He wondered if it came down to it, could they all make
a hasty retreat through the French windows and how much more suspicious it
would look to the press he just knew was outside, to see some of the
hottest men in television come tumbling out a side window.

Tom pressed his ear to the door trying to make out the other voice, no
voices he heard besides Mike's.  One of the voices sounded familiar and
they were getting closer.  The group backed away from the door slowly, all
staring as if some hideous monster was about to burst through.  Jared
whispered, "Are careers are so over," before a tall older gentleman with
long hair came sweeping through the door in dramatic fashion.  "Well, well,
well," the familiar voice practically sang, "what are you boys up to."

Michael pushed past the four men and stopped at John Glover's side.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded angrily.

John produced the small envelope he'd purloined from his lover Eric
Johnson's nightstand during one of his late night visits.

"We've come as members of the VMC," John smiled, eying all the young talent
opposite him.

"The VMC?" Mike questioned.

"Yes.  The Vancouver Men's Club.  I'm afraid as good tv dad's, we can't
allow you to have this...," John waved his hand dramatically, "whatever
this is without fatherly supervision."

Patrick Flueger swallowed hard when he realized his tv uncle Joel Gretsch
was in the room.  As much as he loved Chad, he had a kink for older
men. While Michael and John Glover argued, Patrick's mind traveled back to
an encounter he had on the set of Law and Order SVU with actor Christopher
Meloni. during one of several takes of a scene that called for him to end
up in the Italian hunks arms crying, Chris and whispered in his ear, "Is
that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me."

Patrick had been embarrassed and when the scene was finally done and the
director called it a wrap for the day, made a hasty retreat to his dressing
room, gathered his things and purposed to head back to his hotel room when
he stopped in the corridor by the sexy actor.

"I feel I should be buying you dinner," Chris said, flashing him his
charming bad boy smile.

"That's not necessary," Pat said, ducking his head and trying to get around
the man.

"I insist," Chris leaned in, whispering in the teen's ear.

Suffice it to say, the two never made it to dinner unless room service
counts. What Pat does remember about that evening was clumsily asking Chris
to his hotel room to change. Chris' feral smile when he accepted and being
mauled the minute the hotel room door shut. He remembers being slammed
against a wall and the bigger man's muscular body pressed against his
own. Fierce kisses bruising his lips and even as the commotion is going on
with Tom, John and the others, Pat darts his tongue out remembering the
taste of the SVU actor.  He involuntarily shivers when he remembers the
sound of his shirt being ripped off his body and that wicked mouth latching
on to his nipple and coaxing it erect and the hand shoved down his
waistband and teasing him through his briefs.

He barely hears John Glover mention something about a game but his mind is
back in that hotel room where his pants and briefs are being yanked down
and his long legs are wrapped around Chris Meloni's waist.  The italian has
him pinned to the wall supported by the hands around his waist and the cock
deep inside of him.  Pat involuntarily rolls his shoulders remembering the
feel of his bareback sliding up and down against the rough wallpaper while
Chris nearly fucked him through the wall.

It's not until Chad leans over ans whispers "are you gonna play," that Pat
is transported back to the room.

"Play?"

"Yeah, play.  Haven't you been listening?"

"No, I guess I zoned out. What are we playing?"

"I'll explain later. Just put your name in the hat."

Pat hoped to god they weren't playing charades. So far the evening in his
opinion was a complete bust.

"Okay, have we got everybody's name," John Glover asked, as if a hundred
people were in the room.

Pat looked around and nearly died when he realized not only was Joel
Gretsch in the room but Billy Campbell was there too. There was another
tall blond haired man that Pat recognized from Smallville as Mr. Kent. Pat
had auditioned for a small part on the show during the same time he
auditioned for the 4400. He felt like he had died and gone to heaven. So
many sexy men over forty standing in the same room. He wasn't familiar with
the other dark haired man with the five o'clock shadow until his name was
called.

" Jared Padalecki and Jeffrey Dean Morgan, come on down," John Glover
yelled out in his best game show voice.

Tom kept staring over and John Schneider and averting his eyes every time
the man caught his gaze.

"Okay, give me a subject someone," Glover called out.

Jensen piped up, "Things you'll never see on Brokeback Mountain."

"Good one," the Smallville star and self-appointed master of ceremonies
cheered.

Jared flashed his lover a menacing look.

Jeffrey, Jared's tv dad got on one knee and grabbed his tv son's hand in
his own and said, "Jack, will you marry me?"

Michael was hysterical.

"Whose next?" John asked animatedly as he reached in the hat.

"Tom Welling and John Schneider."

Both men swallowed hard as they stepped into the middle of the room.

"We need a subject," Glover shouted.

"Things you'll never hear on Smallville," Michael yelled.

John sensed a theme starting with this game.

"Alright you two, things you'll never hear on Smallville," the older man
smiled.

Tom started first. "Dad, I'm gay."

The whole room broke out into laughter.  Pat leaned over to Chad and
whispered, "I think we're going to join the club."

The room fell silent when John Schneider without missing a beat looked into
Tom's eyes and said, "Son, so am I," before planting a deep kiss on Tom's
lips.

The younger man gasped and his eyes widened as his tv father pressed his
lips against his mouth. When John broke the kiss and returned to his spot
between Jeffrey and Joel, Tom was still slightly swaying in the middle of
the room. John Glover motioned to Billy Campbell and then whispered
something in his ear.  The forty-something brunette disappeared out the
room as John began to speak.

"I'll turn the festivities back over to Michael while Tom
recuperates. Michael?"

"Um...yes...let's um...break for dinner and then resume the fun and games
after," he said, looking back at his tv dad for direction.

John nodded. Billy returned with a box and handed it to John. John
whispered something to Michael who was leading his still dazed lover by the
hand towards the dining room. Michael smiled and nodded his approval.  The
group was abuzz as they ate a meal catered by Chatterbox's Hawaiian menu
and consisted of Papaya chicken, marinated Salmon and Kiwi and various
salads and tropical fruits.

Tom glanced periodically up at his television dad, occasionally licking his
lips subconsciously as he did so.  Mike watched his shy costar with a mix
of amusement and arousal. He was vibrating at the prospect of what was to
come.

Jared leaned over to Jensen and whispered, "So are we staying?"

Jensen could tell by the pleading look in his lover's eyes that he
definitely wanted in.

"Yeah, we're staying," Jensen answered, trying to hide his own excitement
over the possibilities of what might transpire next.

Not surprisingly, the thought on everyone's mind was the kiss.  Each young
man looked at the father figure in their tv character's lives and imagined
sharing that kiss with them and visa versa. Stolen glances and whispers
circled the table as the group finished their dinner.

"Gentlemen, would you reconvene in the sitting room so we can take your
applications," Michael announced.  "There will be more games to follow but
for members only."

Mike gave a knowing look to John.  The feral grin that graced the oldest
man in the room's face sent a shiver down everyone's spine. Mike looked
around the table pleased. His little venture was going to be a success
thanks to the VMC.  The first order of business was to dismiss the caterers
and make sure the house was empty of all additional staff.  The second
order of business was to collect fees and rename their little club the VBMC
to reflect the new members of the group. No one left.  Not the invited nor
the uninvited. Mike looked to his television dad one more time.  John was
in his element. He stood, rubbed his hands together and spoke.

"Alright, let the games begin."