Title Bicycle Wheel
Author:saltwatergirl
Michael was distracted, he couldn't concentrate he was messing his lines and cues, it was a good thing it was just him and Tom milling lines in his trailer, and not in front of some disapproving, overbearing director like James Marshall.
"A little off your beat Mike, rough night?"
"Hot date that wouldn't end." he said staring at Tom's reflection at his dresser, lazily massaging a crank on his neck. "Wore me out."
Tom frowned, at times like these he suspected that Michael got more sex in a month than he did in year - not like he would ever admit that to Michael. "What does she do?"
"Model. Your species, same height as me, from here to reach Cally." Michael said. "Cally what?"
"Cala- forget it dude, any way it was love at first fuck." Mike smiled in the morning light filtering through his trailer window.
"Don't look so worried. Thomas, you're still the prettiest girl I have ever met."
"Really?" Tom said affecting an affectionate tone even though he would have preferred to punch Michael in the face. Really hard. Like constructive surgery hard, instead he decided to play along.
"Even prettier than Ashton Kutcher?"
"Prettier."
"What about Chris Evans and James Franco?"
"The two of them put together."
Tom scowled at Michael, watching him as left the dresser to picked up his guitar.
"So Tommy how is the old ball and chain?" Michael said strumming a careless note.
"You mean my wife?" Tom said rolling his eyes. "Still in love with you as ever."
"Good to know."
"Your model, what's her hair colour?"
"Dark blond, you know like Durance- without the split ends. Are you interested Thomas?" He teased. "I could hook you up with one of her friends"
"Thanks but no thanks."
"Mr Boring- your loss, it's not like you could have kept her interested any way."
"Where did you take her?" Tom asked
"Where did I take her? Mmm let me see, up against the wall outside my house, on the sofa in side and -"
"Mike." he said, turning red, "I meant for your date not."
"Some chic place, you know Tom, you have to pull all out to impress the uptown girl types, certainly isn't cheap ,you're still the cheapest date I've ever had, do you know that, Tommy?"
"You called that one Heineken I got from you a date? You were trying to bribe me so I wouldn't tell Beeman, that you had alcohol in your trailer since we aren't supposed to drink on set, dude." Tom said.
Michael laughter almost caused him to drop his guitar.An attempt to wipe the smug look on Michael's face he added quickly, "It's not like you going to get any from me."
"Oh really?" he said staring up, a single eyebrow raised. Leaning closer to drop his gaze on Tom's crotch. "Can you give me some hard evidence to substantiate your case?"
Tom blinked, Michael was flirting with him, it was what Michael always did-only in public- in front of other people, not when they were alone in his trailer. Michael even flirted with his wife.
In front of him.
Jamie, if you ever tire of Tom's straight up vanilla, give me a call, you know there are other positions besides the missionary. My number is 0-8-2-0-0 k-i-n-k-y, that's 08200 kinky.
Jaime had giggled, a high pitch girlish giggle. A sound he was unaccustomed to, in fact had never heard his wife make before, tossing back her hair her eyes wide, staring at Michael. For a second she had looked like she was considering it. That was The Michael Effect, on women, on girls, on some guys. like gay guys- it shouldn't effect him-
"Tommy, what do you think?" Michael said voice silky and light, his hand moving to Tom's knee. Tom jerked his knee away "I think you should keep your hands to your-self"
"Where's the fun in that? I'm just trying to prove a point," He said. As he moved closer. Tom looked warily at him, irritated. He didn't expect Michael to crouch between his knees, with both hands on either side of his knees.
"So Tommy, I'm still waiting."
"I forgot the question," he said lamely.
"Michael" Natalie said as she pushed open the trailer door, "you have a guest."
Her eyes moving from Tom to Michael crouching between Tom knees, back to Tom again. Her expression not giving away what she was thinking. As if walking in on this scenario was the common occurrence on the set of Smallville.
Michael smiled at her causally "I'll be right there,"
Professionalism turned him on even if he didn't possess a single gram of it.
"Who may I ask, is it?" Michael said getting up.
Probably some slut, Tom thought.
"It's Chad Michael Murray."
****
After the exchange with Michael in his trailer Tom was back in his own. Time to get in his Clark Kent clothes. The ritual of becoming Clark, firstly taking off his wedding band. To Tom marriage was sacred and during the duration of his, he had always been faithful to Jaime. He loved her. The band represented a promise, to love and to honour, cherish and obey. "To death do us part." He said out loud to no one but himself.
Yet today he had fond himself flirting with Michael. A co-star with whom he had known for four years. A co-star who was currently entertaining Chad Michael Murray in his trailer. As Tom put on a red t-shirt he couldn't help wondering what the two could possibly have in common. In fact how the fuck did they even know one another? He mentally rounded up random facts about Murray, age 24, star of One Tree something, blondish hair, good-looking (if your into that sort of thing), married and divorced in less than a year, (with a co-star no less, now wants to fuck around with his). Tom paused for a second, was Michael fucking that blonde beach bum surfer reject? He wasn't certain. Over the years rumours had gotten around about Michael's conquests. Exotic Brazilian models, European royalty seeking thrills, random groupies.
Some had been exaggerated some had seemed like malicious slander. Now another notch was currently being tied (screwed) on Michael's bed post. Tom finished dressing, occasionally casting an eye on his left wall which was opposite Mike's trailer. What exactly was going on? Tom walked out his trailer towards Michael's, nothing out of the ordinary. No one else beside him seemed to be interested on what was going on in Michael's trailer. He walked causally around the trailer, keeping close to the wall as possible with out looking suspicious. Everything seemed fine. Tom turned to leave. Suddenly the trailer jerked slightly. If he had blinked he would have missed it. That slight movement. No body else around just him. Just him creeping around Michael's trailer, Tom strained but there was no more. Nothing to even hint as to what Michael was up to in his trailer with Chad Michael Murray. Alone. Sometimes he really wished he had X-ray vision. Playing it cool Tom walked out front, without knocking just pulled at the doo
r. It was locked. Michael never locked his door, not even when he was changing. It was a onset joke that if you ever walked into Michael's trailer be warned you might see sights that would scar you for life. Irritated, Tom walked away back to his own trailer.
****
It was twelve minutes later, Chad and Michael emerged from Michael's trailer (it was not like he was spying on them or something). Tom watched out the window of his own. Chad walked out first, a lanky boy of about 6'1 with muscles in the right places, tanned skin, his hair was cropped short almost a crew cut. He wore a white fitted t-shirt paired with blue jeans that hanged low on his narrow hips saved for a brown leather belt that kept them from sliding off. Michael followed him out, he petted Chad's arm lightly whispering something that caused Chad to nod, (their foreheads almost touching) then he walked off. With cocksure strut that resembled Michael's. Michael watched him for a brief moment before turning back, a slight smile on his face. Tom's jaw clenched.
*****
The scene they were filming went on without any glitches. Tom read his lines luckily few of them involved interaction with Michael except for the last scene.
Scene three, take nine.
Michael read his, "Clark, your very sick. We need to get you to the lab." Stepping towards him. Tom said, "We should get to the lab? We should get to the lab so you can experiment on me?"
Tom could feel the dreadful makeup sticking on his face, it gave him this haunted serial killer look about him. "Oh Lex, it all makes sense now. See I thought that you were obsessed with me. But it's not about me at all. Is it? it's about Lana. It's always been Lana."
"Clark..."
"Cut!" Marshall shouted into the megaphone.
"Welling it's 'You know Lex' not 'Oh Lex' he is your enemy, not your ex-boyfriend. So be more aggressive!" Laughter broke out in the dimmed set.
Even sour grapes Kristin -nothing-makes-me-weak-in-the-knees- Kreuk smiled.
Tom was embarrassed. "Right," he said.
Michael pulled him aside, "Don't sweat it dude, we all mess up our lines sometimes, don't take it personally when directors blow off steam on you, it's what they're taught at Film School, 'when things go wrong blame it on the lead' ."
Even in stressful times Michael could still coax a smile out of him "Thanks Rosenbaum," he said "Break for lunch folks!" The lights came on in the set. They went to get the make up removed even though it would be reapplied later.
Two sandwiches later, (and a protein shake for Tom) they sat in the white tiled cafeteria drinking bottled water, Tom wanted to talk to Michael, he saw Annette approaching, praying under his breath for her not to come sit with them, when she walked by to sit with Kristin he sighed in relief.
"So," he said as causally as possible "were do you know Murray?"
"Warner Bros own all of us."
"That doesn't answer my question, Mike"
Michael smiled at him, "If you really have to know we meet at premier after party, we kind of hit it off" In the back seat of my car.
"You're friends?"
"Yeah something like it." Buddies, really good buddies
"Why was he in your trailer this morning?"
"To see me." To suck me.
"Why is he in Canada?"
"To film an ad."
"Thomas, what is up with all these questions?"
"Nothing, just curious."
"Well don't be, because it's none of your business." Michael said getting up from the table, leaving Tom alone to contemplate Michael sudden angry tone.
**** Later that night blurry images of a blond boy, soaked in sweat begging Michael to do him, to fuck him, Michael obliging. Grabbing the sleek tanned body, grinding down. Pinning that body beneath his, hazy with lust, assaulted Tom's dreams. Tom moaned, his hard on pressing against Jaime, rousing her from her sleep.
"Tom.?" she whispered, "Wake up honey."
He jerked awake.
"That must be some dream," she continued her hands stroking him, her fingers dipped in underneath the cotton to grasp the naked flesh underneath. "What's making you so...hot?"
Tom didn't reply. He pulled her close underneath him kissing her with a desperate passion.
"I love you", he did. He really, really did.
"I love you too." Jaime replied. Her lovely face illuminated in the pale moon light.
"I want you." Tom continued, he meant it.
Trying to not dwell why those words echoed out hollow he bent down to kiss his wife, pulling on the straps of her satin negligee kissing her bare neck breathing in her scent. Trying to ban the elicit images that played out in his head. Jaime deserved more than this. She was all he ever needed, ever wanted, he was going to make her happy forever. "Jaime. Jaime " stripping off his boxers. "I need you."
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