Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2023 14:26:57 -0500
From: Patrick Thomas <red.cheshire.writer@gmail.com>
Subject: Holland Far From Bone - Ch 22

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Holland Far From Bone - "Finally"
(Part of the "Quarantine Frustration" story arc)
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Author's Note: This story takes place in September 2020.

The "Quarantine Frustration" story arc begins in April 2020 and ends in
September 2020.


Thank you to Jackson, Lars, and Robert for suggestions that found their way
into this chapter.

Thanks as always to Patrick for helping with proof-reading and editing.


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"Hey, we're finally in the same time zone!"  Tom smiled from ear to ear as
he stepped off of the airplane, checking the signs to see where he needed
to go in the airport to find his driver.

"My little loverboy is in America?  Help us, the British are coming!"  Tom
chuckled - he could picture Jake putting his hand up against his chest,
pretending to be nervous.  One thing he loved about the hunky older man was
his playful nature.

"Oh yeah.  I'm definitely cumming..."  Glancing around to make sure no one
was within earshot, Tom lowered his voice a little.  "...all over your
face."

"Mmmmm."  The sound of Gyllenhaal licking his lips came through the phone
speaker.  "My tasty little man."

"Okay, hold that thought for later."  Tom sat down for a moment, waiting
for the throbbing in his pants to subside before continuing on.  The last
thing he wanted was for the paparazzi to snap a photo where he had a big
bulge in his pants.  "Speaking of, are we still on for tomorrow?"

"About that..."

Tom stopped, firmly pressing his lips together and closing his eyes with
frustration.  "You're canceling."

"I'm not..."  He could hear Jake let out a long sigh, cutting the denial
short.  "It's just...you know the situation here."

"Your family farm."

"Yeah.  And if any of us leave, it means being stuck in a little cabin at
the edge of the property for two weeks before we're able to come back
inside the main house.  I already did a round in that shack and it's a
little piece of hell."

Tom stared out the window, watching a plane take off.  `I know what it's
like - I've spent six months stuck inside!'  The words rang through his
mind at a loud volume.  `It's not fair...'  He thought of the difference
between the States and England, where the lockdown was more severe.  As
another plane lifted into the air, he opened and closed his mouth a couple
of times, searching for a rebuttal.  Ideas came to mind and then popped
like little balloons as he realized that there was no way Jake was going to
leave the safe confines of his family's farm.

The thought was mingled up with the memories of time spent with Jake.
Despite busy work schedules, they'd spent a lot of time together since
filming "Far From Home".  Before the pandemic, Jake had *made* time for
them to be together, even when it meant juggling work and his family.  When
they were together...a small smile tugged at the corner of Tom's mouth,
thinking of the way that Gyllenhaal focused on him, making him feel like
they were the only two in a crowded room.  And when they were alone...his
eyelids fluttered at the memories of their bodies entwined together, a mess
of legs and arms, moaning and panting.  Jake always left him feeling...he
bit his lower lip, a warm glow spreading through his chest.





"Okay."  A long breath of air caused Tom's nostrils to flare, venting his
unhappiness at the situation.

"I'm sorry."

"I said it's okay."

"It's not."

"It's not, but it's fine.  At least I can get out of the hotel and go
places, as long as I wear a mask.  Back home..."

"I know."

"...and no one's going to fine me just for being outside.  I can stretch my
legs."

"I'm sorry."

"I was just hoping to stretch something else."  Another long sigh.  "It can
wait though."

"Look, as soon as this starts to dial down a bit or there's a vaccine or a
treatment or something, I promise, I'm going to make it up to you."

Another plane left the ground but it turned into a blurry blob as tears of
frustration welled up in Tom's eyes.  He blinked, wiping his face with the
back of his hand.

"Okay.  Hey, I'm here at the pick-up spot to meet the car, so I've gotta
go.  I'll call you later tonight though."

"Love ya, stud."

"Love you too."  Biting his lower lip, Tom hung up the phone and shoved it
into his pocket.  Blinking his eyes again while shaking his head, he dug
his sunglasses out of his bag and put them on, taking a deep breath to
gather himself before leaving the terminal and making his way to the exit.





~ ~ ~ ~





Glancing at his phone, Tom checked the directions and turned left.

[Tom] Found it.  Thanks again, mate!

[Hugh] Anytime.  Let me know how you like it.

[Tom] *thumbs up emoji*

[Hugh] Oh, you can kiss something else.  *devil emoji*

[Tom] Christmas is only a few months away.

[Hugh] Are you going to be on the nice list or naughty list this year?

[Tom] Whichever one gets me a trip to your north pole.

[Hugh] *eyeroll emoji* That one hurt.  You need new lines.

[Tom] You and Ryan are one to talk!

[Tom] Okay, here.  Ttyl

[Hugh] Have fun!





Grinning, Tom looked up to find the name of the gym that Jackman had
directed him to.  Staring at the walls of the hotel room reminded him too
much of being stuck inside the house back home.  After strolling around
outside for a while, he'd found himself getting bored and listless.
Wanting to throw some weights around and vent his frustration, he'd reached
out, figuring that if anyone knew a good quiet gym to hit up, Hugh would be
the guy...and he'd come through.

He'd thought about messaging Seb, but things between them were still a
little tense following the incident at Halloween and their argument
afterward.  For a moment, happier thoughts came to mind - memories of days
spent under the sun, the deck of a boat rocking gently with the waves, and
three friends clad only in speedos...or less.





His daydream faded when an attendant came out and took his name - Hugh had
called ahead to let them know Tom was coming as his guest.  A cotton swab
went up his nose and then he waited for the rapid test results to come back
negative.  The attendant came back out with a thumbs up, grinning as he
held the door open for Tom.  Eyes hidden behind sunglasses, Tom glanced up
and down - the guy was really cute.  He cut the thought off as he felt
blood rushing to his crotch, looking forward to an actual workout.  `Maybe
later...' he thought as he headed for the locker room.





An hour later, he let out a sigh of contentment as he set a weight back on
the floor, enjoying the blood pumping through his veins and the sore
feeling in his arms and chest.  There were only a couple of guys in the
gym, although they still made for good eye candy.  The guy from the front
desk came through to check on everyone and mentioned to Tom that a lot of
people were still working out at home, but that they were slowly starting
to see clients coming back as the fatigue of quarantining wore them down.





He came around the wall separating the weights area from the cardio
equipment, finding just two other people in this space as well.  An older
guy, probably late 50s, was on the stair machine.  The guy's legs were
well-developed, thigh muscles bulging with each step, easily visible with
the short shorts that he was wearing.  The sight of his salt-and-pepper
chest hair caused Tom's mouth to water a little.  The British actor blushed
as the DILF caught Tom checking him out, giving him a knowing wink.  With a
shy grin, Tom nodded a quiet `hello' as he made his way over to the
treadmills.  `Thirty minute run...and then maybe climb some stairs...or
something else.'  He pushed away the thought to avoid getting a hard-on,
although he didn't think the stud on the stair machine would mind.  A quick
glance in the mirror lining the wall showed that the other guy was giving
Tom's butt a good stare.  Tom knelt to re-tie his shoe...not so much for
safety, but to give a little show, knowing that the movement would cause
his ass to flex under the shorts.





There were only three treadmills and the middle one was occupied.  Setting
his bottle of water into the cupholder and draping his towel over the
handle, Tom glanced to his left at the other guy...and stopped, his finger
hanging in the air above the control panel.

"Dude!"  The word popped out before he knew it.  Tom blushed, mentally
kicking himself that after all this time, he still got a little starstruck
from time to time.





The other man looked over at the outburst and then did a double-take,
laughing as he hit a button to stop the treadmill before he went flying off
of it.  "Oh wow, I wasn't expecting to run into Spider-man today!"  A hand
reached out and shook Tom's.

"Just Tom, not Spider-man...left the costume at home.  Oh wow - it's so
cool to run into you, man."

Trevor Noah looked up and down Tom's body, taking in his clothing.  "Yeah,
not sure this look would work out so much for the movie, huh?  Cool to meet
you too.  What brings you to New York, Mr. Holland?  Er, Tom."  Trevor
corrected himself when he noticed Tom's nose scrunch slightly at the use of
his last name.

"Work.  In town to go over a movie and it's stuff that they didn't want to
do over a video call."

"Spider stuff?"  Noah laughed as Tom opened his mouth and then closed it.
"Okay, yeah, Spider stuff.  Knowing your reputation on spoilers, can see
why they didn't want to do it over Zoom."  Trevor winked, laughing again as
Tom blushed.

"I'm not *that* bad at leaking stuff..."

"True.  Ruffalo's faaaar worse.  Anyway, dude, I'm a *big* fan.  And it's
nice to finally meet you - we keep trying to get you on the show but
someone's too busy shooting webs all over the place."  Tom blushed again, a
little embarrassed and at the innuendo.

"Sorry!  I keep meaning to, but..."  He shrugged and shook his head
apologetically.

A hand reached out and gave his shoulder a friendly clap and squeeze.
"Don't stress.  Trust me, I know how the studios set the schedule and all
that stuff.  But we would love to get you one day."  A wink sent a little
tingle down Tom's spine as he grinned.

"That'd be a lot of fun.  I promise, I'll work on it."





The pair continued chatting as they began running.  Trevor asked about
Tom's projects - the Daily Show host had a deep knowledge of pop culture,
seeming to know some things about the MCU and its stars that even Tom
didn't know.  As they spoke, Tom had a gnawing feeling that he knew Trevor
somehow but couldn't quite put his finger on it.  He shrugged it off,
figuring it was just a sense of familiarity from seeing the other guy on
television and online.  The conversation continued, with Trevor both
admiring Tom's work in the Spider-man movies while also gently teasing him
about the costume.  Tom matched the jokes by poking fun at Trevor's
never-ending supply of hoodies he wore on the at-home version of the `Daily
Show' and at the same time, complimenting the comedian's new look.

It came to him suddenly when Trevor wiped his brow - Tom's eyes widened as
he realized where he recognized Trevor from, staring at the treadmill
console, willing himself to keep running and not trip...and that his
quickening pulse didn't cause his manhood to swell up.  A vision flashed in
his mind: a house in L.A. rented by Chris and Liam Hemsworth, filled with a
who's who of the previous year's male celebrities - actors, singers, and
athletes...all sprawled out and enjoying the party.  And a dozen more guys,
sauntering around the party in skimpy outfits and wearing masks, taking
little tickets from the guests and in return, catering to a litany of
debaucherous desires.  It'd been Tom's first time at the party, enjoying
the thrill of his identity disguised by the mask, the letter `B' scrawled
on his chest with body paint, indicating to the guests that he was a
bottom.  Some of the other guys had B's as well, including Logan Lerman and
Michael B Jordan (oh man, his first encounter with that insanely long
cock...Tom had to resist licking his lips at the memory).  Others like Jon
Bernthal and Dyllon Burnside sporting a T on their chest, while some of the
guys like Charlie Cox and Remy Hii strutted around with V's.

And Trevor Noah, sitting on a couch next to some of the other guys from the
show - Ronny Chieng, Roy Wood Jr, Michael Kosta, Jordan Klepper, and
sitting next to Hasan Minhaj.  It'd taken a moment for Tom to piece it
together, partly because Noah had looked different back then - his hair so
much shorter and his face clean-shaven.  Plus, after all the sex parties
with the Hemsworths and back in Britain, Tom's mind still didn't pull from
those memories first when meeting someone for the not-first-time.

He'd been on his knees for six minutes, sucking on Trevor's cock, savoring
it as it slid down his throat, fingers gliding in Tom's hair as the other
cast mates played rock-paper-scissors to see who'd get to sample his skills
next (Minhaj had won...and had opted to slide his rod into Tom's ass
instead of using his mouth).  And Noah had wiped his forehead in the same
way, groaning about how good a job Tom was doing.





Tom swallowed, reaching for his water bottle and chugging some of it,
trying to look anywhere but to his left...and failing.  Seeing that Noah
was distracted skipping songs on his phone, Tom took the opportunity to
look up and down the other man's body, seeing it in a new light, knowing
what lay under those gym shorts.  Tom worked to steady his breathing and
his pulse, willing his cock not to harden.  Attempting to distract himself,
he dialed up the speed so that he was sprinting more than running.  Amused,
Trevor increased the speed of his own treadmill, making a joke that he was
going to outrun a superhero.





Minutes later, both men stopped at the same time, holding the handles of
their machines and panting, drenched in sweat.

"Oh man.  Remind me not to do that again."

"Do what?"  Tom's chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.

"Try to keep up with one of you MCU guys.  I forgot that they put you guys
on some intense training programs.  Oooof."  Trevor widened his eyes for
comedic effect as he exhaled, clutching at his chest, his sweaty shirt
clinging to his skin.  "Okay, now that I can walk again - your fault by the
way."

"Hey!"  Both men laughed as Noah waved away Tom's protest.

"Now that I can...oh man...walk again...calling it a day and hitting the
shower."  He lifted his closed hand, bumping fists with Tom.  "Enjoy your
stay in New York - it's a great city."

"Yeah, seems like it..."  Something in Tom's tone of voice sounded
unenthusiastic.

"How long are you in town for again?  Five days?"

"Yep.  Five days."  Tom watched as Trevor paused before speaking again.

"If you get bored at the hotel and want to hang out or something, let me
know."  He grinned wide, turning back into jokester mode.  "I mean, I'm not
a superhero or something, but I make a pretty good tour guide."  Tom rolled
his eyes, causing both men to laugh again.

"You know, I might take you up on that."

"Cool.  It'd be fun to hang out."  Another friendly pat on Tom's shoulder.
"Have a good one, man."





`Hang out,' Tom thought.  He closed his eyes, swallowing again as he
pictured what he knew was hanging between Trevor's legs.  When he felt like
he'd regained control of his senses, Tom wiped down the machine and
gathered his belongings, heading to the locker room.  As he put his things
away, the corner of his mouth curled up in a smile.  Tossing the towel over
his shoulder, he left the locker room and strode into the shower area.
Instead of stalls or even an open wall, Tom was surprised to find that the
small room had two upright poles with a ring of shower heads around each.
It made sense, making use of the cramped quarters.  He made his way over to
the one that Trevor was at, choosing a spot that wasn't directly across
from the other man but also not right next to him.





"You finished?"

"Yeah.  I did weights before the run, so..."  Tom turned on the water and
stepped under it, enjoying the blast of water against his skin.  He let out
a long satisfied sigh as he felt the stress and sweat rinse away.  "The new
hairstyle looks good, by the way."  Reaching forward, Tom pressed a button
on the soap dispenser and began running his hands over his arms to lather
up.

"Yeah?  Thanks.  Wasn't sure how people would respond.  You know, the whole
`professional hair' argument thing."

Tom shrugged.  "There's always a million critics.  Have to do what fits
best for you."

"I hear you on that one."

"Didn't take you for a gym guy though."

Trevor let out a good laugh at Tom's comment.  "I'm not sure what a `gym
guy' is.  Like what, I just sit around and watch the news all day?"  Noah
splashed water in Tom's direction.

"I mean...yeah?  Hey!"  Tom giggled as he dodged another aquatic attack.
"It's kinda your job, right?"  His grin made it apparent that he was
teasingly harassing the news anchor.  "Plus, lots of people stuck in their
homes the last several months, so you know, maybe not as active."

"Valid point.  But no, man, I *have* to get out of my place, you know?  Or
I'd be climbing the walls.  Which, probably is easy for Spider-man, but us
mere mortals don't have the little finger sticky things, so that's not
really my thing."  Trevor laughed again as Tom rolled his eyes at the bad
joke.  "I'm not in Marvel form, but I'm not doing bad, you know?"

Tom took the comment as an opportunity to glance down Trevor's body.  The
sight of a naked man caused his pulse to start racing - he started doing
math problems in his head to avoid popping a boner in front of Trevor.

"Now, Mr. Holland is definitely a gym guy.  Man, every time a video or
picture of you in the gym hits social media, it's all up in my feed,
everyone sharing and drooling and stuff.  Oooh, look, he's so cute.  Oh my
god, I wanna have his babies!"  Tom blushed at the good-natured teasing.

"I'm not a `gym guy'.  But yeah, have to stay in shape for the role..."
Tom trailed off, realizing that he'd contradicted himself.

"I'm not a gym guy...oh man."  Trevor threw his head back, his laughter
ringing off the walls of the shower room.  "My man, have you looked in a
mirror lately?  You're all..."  Noah sucked in air and puffed out his
chest, flexing his arms.  "You're a gym guy."

Tom's nose wrinkled for some reason.  "I mean, I go to the gym.  But...*am*
I a gym guy?"  He turned to rinse his backside.  Based on the pause in
Trevor's response, he guessed that the other man's eyes were raking down
his body.  With a smirk, he flexed his butt muscles, making it look as if
he was just shifting his balance from one foot to the other.

Noah lightly cleared his throat before continuing.  "Naw, not really.  You
don't strike me as the type of guy who goes around bragging about how much
he can lift.  Which, if you do, I'm totally not judging..."

"You're judging."

"Always."  Both men laughed.  Tom twisted his back as if it were sore,
giving Trevor something else to judge...and the attempt worked, if the lack
of words from the other man was any indication.  Tom turned back around,
catching Trevor's eyes darting back up.





"So, what are you up to for the rest of the day?  Since you're not climbing
walls...and assuming that you're not throwing hammers or shields or
anything like that?"

"Wouldn't call it a hammer.  Maybe a screwdriver..."  It took a moment for
Trevor's joke to register, causing Tom's mouth to open and shut quickly, a
blush springing to his cheeks for some reason, which just caused the
comedian to laugh again.  "Wasn't planning anything, just going home.  Same
thing every single day lately, you know?"

"Ugh, I hear you.  So tired of being stuck inside, never hanging out with
anyone.  Which, I get it...safety...but still."

"Well, wait.  You had to get tested to come into the gym, right?"

"Yeah."

"There you go then - should be safe for us to hang out together.  What did
*you* have planned for the rest of the day?"

"Just the hotel."  Tom didn't sound enthusiastic about the idea at all.

"Well, I'm not Thor or Captain America, but if you want to hang out..."
Trevor shrugged, trying to look nonchalant.

"Dude, that would be awesome!"





~ ~ ~ ~





A few hours later, Tom found himself in Trevor Noah's apartment.  The pair
had left the gym and headed for Central Park, looking for fresh air and
sunshine after months of being indoors constantly.  Nodding at the umbrella
over a food vendor's cart, Trevor had commented on Tom's `Lip Sync Battle'
routine, somehow complimenting and teasing at the same time.  Tom had
turned it back on Noah, offering to walk him through the dance moves.  And
now here they were, with furniture pushed aside to clear a space in Noah's
living room so they'd have room to move around.





"There we go."  Opening an app on the television, Trevor found a video of
Tom's skit and hit play, studying the moves before rewinding back to the
beginning.  "Ready?"

"Yeah.  Are you ready?"

"I think so.  Go easy on me."

"I'll try."  Tom grinned as he moved into the starting pose.  "Okay, so,
one leg back like this, your arm out here..."  Tom had a yardstick while
Noah held a long cardboard tube.  They progressed through the dance routine
slowly, Tom teaching the moves, both men laughing with amusement.
"Now...ready to do it with the music?"

"No.  But here goes."  Trevor hit play and they went through the routine.
Tom's moves were a little rusty but came back to him quickly.  Noah on the
other hand, was not as smooth.  He panted as they finished the second run
through.

"Hey, you're getting better!"

"You're being kind.  I think."

"No, seriously.  You've got good moves.  It's a complicated routine, but
you look good!  One more time."





One more time turned into two more times.  And then a third, with Tom
apologizing as he peeled off his shirt, which was starting to stick to his
back from sweating.

"Ooof - not a bad idea.  Dancing isn't getting much better, but at least
I'll have my dashing good looks to distract, eh?"  Trevor winked jokingly
as he tossed his own shirt over to the side as well.  Twice more and they
were both panting for breath.

"Man, this reminds me of the good old days - I miss going out dancing sooo
much."

"There's something about a twenty-year old saying `the good old days' that
I'm not sure how to feel about that..."  Trevor cocked an eyebrow.

"I'm twenty-four."  Holland putting his hands on his hips as he corrected
the comment caused Trevor to descend into a laughing fit.

"Oh, okay.  Twenty-four.  When you reach thirty-six, get back to me on how
you feel about some little whipper snapper talking about the old days."

"Whipper snapper?  Are you sure you aren't sixty-six?"

"You little - " Trevor grabbed a pillow and pretended as if he might throw
it, causing both men to laugh again.  "But yeah, you're right.  I miss
going out and dancing and stuff too."

"Sorry about sweating all over your apartment though."

"Eh - it's just the living room, not `all over'.  And it's fine.  Been a
while since someone else worked up a sweat in here, you know?"  Trevor
winked again.  Tom couldn't tell if he was joking or if he was flirting.

"I mean, if I'd know that we were going to work out again, I'd have packed
another change of clothes."





"Hey, you could go down to the store and buy a Spider-man costume.  Do the
umbrella dance in that.  THAT would be funny as hell.  Film it, go viral."

"Oh HELL no!"

"C'mon...it'd be great..."  A raised eyebrow taunted Tom - again, he
couldn't tell if Trevor was serious or joking around.

"Actually...wait, where do you keep your Halloween costume type of stuff?"

"Um, there's a tub in the bedroom closet.  Why...?"  Noah's question
trailed off as he watched Tom dash off, disappearing into the other room.
He listened to the sound of Holland rummaging around before
reappearing...and fell back onto the couch, holding his stomach laughing.
The British actor stood there wearing a black tank-top and dark gray
short-shorts.  He'd pulled on a wig - red instead of black - and had long
navy blue socks covering his calves.  And at the moment he was too busy
laughing to concentrate.

"Oh!  Hang on."  Tom scampered off to the kitchen and pulled some
raspberries out of the fridge, squeezing one and wiping the juice over his
mouth, replicating the lipstick he'd worn in the `Lip Sync Battle'.  The
effort caused Trevor to start laughing until he was crying and holding his
sides.





"I was not expecting you to pull together the busted version of your
costume!"  He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes.

"I don't look busted!"  Tom looked down at himself and then back to Trevor,
who shrugged before descending into more giggles.

"It's not that..." Trevor pointed at the paused video on the screen.

"Well, it's not my fault you don't have a bustier and leather shorts."

Trevor pretended to write on an invisible pad of paper.  "Buy lingerie and
leather...got it."

"Ready?"

"Oh, I don't know man, I'm trying to catch my breath."  Trevor's hand went
to his chest, still laughing.  "You go ahead - I'll watch and figure out
where I'm messing up."

Tom shrugged.  "Alright."  He got back into the starting pose as Noah
picked up the remote and hit play.  As he made his way through the dance
routine, Tom looked over towards the couch.  It looked like Trevor's eyes
were all over his body - he began moving his hips more and sure enough, the
other man's glances lingered on Tom's lower half.

As the song finished, Trevor clapped.  "Not bad, not bad."

"Not bad??"

"Hey, you're doing way better than I was!"  Trevor began laughing again.
"I still can't believe you had the balls to do that on tv though."

"Oh, it was almost much worse."

"Really?"  Noah leaned back against the couch, one eyebrow raised, his
curiosity piqued.

"Oh yeah.  There was a different set of dance moves originally planned out,
but it was a little...much.  So we came up with this - " Tom pointed at the
television.  "- instead.  More family-friendly."

"Wait, wait, wait."  Noah waved his hand in the air as he spoke.  "Say
what?"  He started laughing again as Tom blushed, embarrassed.





Holland bit back a grin.  The forced blush had worked, earning more
intrigue from the older man.  "It was just...more...I don't know, like
burlesque-ish."

"More `burlesque-ish' than wearing that?"  Trevor waved his hand at the
screen.

"Yeah..."  Tom trailed off the word as if he was on the fence about
discussing it further.

"Okay, I've got to see this."

"I don't know..."

Trevor tilted his head, both eyebrows lifted now.  "C'mon - you can't say
you had something that was `too much for tv' and then leave it hanging like
that."

"You sure?  It was...a little much, a little...odd?"

Trevor leaned back against the couch again, stretching his arms out along
the back of it.  "Hit me."

Tom swallowed with feigned nervousness.  A gleam in his eyes was the only
giveaway of his amusement at Trevor taking the bait.  "Okay."  He took a
deep breath, readying himself.  His mind spun for a moment, planning out
some moves.  There actually hadn't been an alternate dance routine planned
out, but he had an idea in mind of what he wanted to show off for Noah.
"Ready?"

The remote was lifted in the air, a thumb resting against the play button.
"Yep.  You ready?"

"I think so."

"Hit it."





Trevor hit the play button and `Umbrella' began playing again.  Tom
swallowed as he began dancing again.  While the original routine had a lot
of arm movements, he used his legs and hips more this time - swiveling,
wiggling, and thrusting.  He swore he could hear Trevor swallow with a
large gulp when he bent over and ran his hands down his legs, grabbing his
ankles and shaking his ass.  Turning back around, he was running his hands
down his chest, abdomen, and over his thighs, moving his hips around in a
circle.  Noah definitely wasn't laughing any longer - his bottom lip hung
down a little in surprise, his eyes glued to Tom's body as it progressed
through the routine which became more and more adult in nature.  As the
song finished, Tom was on his knees, legs spread wide and his hands behind
his head, putting the taut muscles of his body on display.  Trevor sat
silent, blinking.

"Well...?"  Tom held the position.

"That was, um...wow, something."  Trevor shook his head as if clearing it.
A grin slowly returned to his face.  "I can, uh, see why you went with the
other moves."  He nodded towards the screen behind Tom.

"A little too out there?"

"Ha!  More like a little too Magic Mike!"  Trevor's smile grew with a light
laugh.

"What?  That was not Magic Mike."

"My man.  You were all like..."  Trevor jokingly copied part of Tom's
moves, running his hands down his body and pumping his hips on the couch.
"It was waaaay Magic Mike.  You should see if you can get in on their next
movie."  The other man started laughing again, especially when Tom stuck
his tongue out.

"That'd actually be neat - would switch up my rep from the MCU stuff.  But
I'm not really sure that I fit their look."

"Say what?"

"Channing.  Rodriguez.  That big Joe guy.  I can't keep up with all that."

"Manganiello?  Dude, hardly anyone's getting that big."  Trevor lifted his
arms and made a joking "swelled muscles" pose.  "But..."  His eyes went
down Tom's body, returning to Tom's face.  "...you've got a Matt Bomer
thing going on.  And you're in better shape than Pettyfer."  Now it was one
of Tom's eyebrows that went up, amused that Trevor Noah had the cast of
`Magic Mike' memorized.  "Although, it's a question of if you're
comfortable taking your clothes off on camera."

"I was in my underwear for Spider-man."

"For like what - five seconds?  Those guys were dancing around in thongs
for half the movie."  He saw Tom's head tilt.  "Okay, like a fifth of the
movie.  But still."

"Yeah."  Tom tapped his chin as if he was weighing the idea.  "That would
be different.  Would have to practice so it wouldn't feel weird during
auditions.  Can't be that hard though."

"Riiiiiight.  Just, you know, dancing around in your underwear.  Completely
normal stuff.  Good luck."  Trevor's wink turned into another laugh as
Tom's nose wrinkled up.

"I could totally do it."

"Oh, no doubt.  Go for it - I'll cheer you on."

"Okay."  Tom looked over at a small device in the living room.  "Alexa -
play `Pony' by Ginuwine."

"Wait - what?"

"You said go for it."

"I meant - "

"Alexa, increase volume to seven."  The music played louder, drowning out
the rest of Trevor's words.  He was also too busy watching Tom's body as it
began slowly gyrating to the beat, the comedian's throat working as he
swallowed nervously, not a single joke coming to mind.





The lyrics to the song filled the room.  **I'm just a bachelor...I'm
looking for a partner...Someone who knows how to ride.** Holland's hips
swung back and forth.  He smirked - Noah's eyes were barely making it
higher than his chest already and he'd barely started.  As the chorus
started, he ran his palms down his torso again, his fingers finding the
bottom of the tank top.





**If you're horny let's do it...Ride it, my pony.** Taking hold of the
shirt, Tom slowly lifted it up, peeling it from his body.  **My saddle's
waiting...** He let the black cotton material dangle from his finger for a
moment before letting it drop to the floor.  **Come and jump on it...**
Noah swallowed again, unconsciously moving his knees in and out.





Tom moved closer, his body moving in long undulating waves.  He was on his
knees again, hips thrusting lightly, fingers raking up his thighs.  He
glanced at Trevor's crotch, noting that the other man had a noticeable
bulge already.





**Sitting here flossing...Peepin' your steelo...** Tom stretched his leg
out, peeling one of the long socks off, tossing it in Trevor's direction.

**Just once if I have the chance...The things I would do to you...** The
other sock came off and went flying through the air, landing on Noah's
knee.

**Send chills up and down your spine...Juices flowing down your thigh...**
He was back on his knees, tracing a finger down his chest, face tilted down
and looking at Noah with hooded eyes.

"How's the audition going?"

"The wha-oh."  Trevor blinked, tilting his head a little.  "I mean, I think
you'd have the part."

"You think?  You're not sure?"

"I, uh - " Noah's words trailed off as Tom rose to his feet and stepped
forward, unsure where this was going.  Tom turned around, knowing how the
short-shorts looked, hugging his ass.  His thumbs rubbed at the waistband,
teasing the idea that he might tug it down.  Instead, he ran his hands down
to his knees as he bent them, pushing his butt out.  He teased the other
man with an almost-lap dance, still a couple of feet away.  In his
peripheral vision, he noticed that Trevor's feet slowly slid apart,
spreading his legs.  Tom grinned for a moment, returning to a look of
concentration as he turned around, grinding to the chorus again.





**If you're horny let's do it...Ride it, my pony...My saddle's
waiting...Come and jump on it...** He knew the rest of the song was just
the chorus on repeat.  With another step in Trevor's direction, Tom slowly
lowered the shorts, the waistband sliding over his crotch and stopping for
just a moment before dropping to the ground, leaving him in just a pair of
red briefs.  Turning again, he placed his hands behind his head and worked
his hips.  Bending his knees again, he brought his body within just a
couple inches of Trevor's.  He could see Noah's toes curling, slowly
pressing against the floor with frustration at the close-but-not-touching
element of the lap dance.





As the song faded away, Tom turned around, his chest rising and falling
with slightly heavy breath.  "How was that?"

"Maaaaaan, pretty sure you'd get the role."

"Really?  Even without looking like Big Joe?"  Tom bent his arms, flexing.

"Ha!"  Trevor's laugh had a little bit of a nervous tinge to it.  "It felt
like I was in the champagne room.  Well, except without the dollar bills
stuffed...you know."

"Oh!  I didn't think about that!"  Tom smacked his palm against his
forehead.

"About...what?"  Trevor's eyebrows knitted together, confused.

"Do you have any dollars?"

"Do I have...what?!"

"Well, in the movie, they've got women shoving money at them.  I'd have to
be comfortable with that, right?"

"I, yeah, I guess?"

"So...do you have any dollars?"

"Um."  Trevor lifted his hips, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket.
He thumbed through it, pulling out about a dozen bills.  "Yeah.  But why?"
The corner of Tom's lip curled up into a grin - he couldn't help it.  The
other man was trying to sound confused but the tone of his voice gave away
his curiosity and anticipation.

"To practice with."

Trevor swallowed again.  "Um, practice what?"

Now it was Tom blinking, one eyebrow raised to silently respond, his face
and body saying `Really??' even if his mouth wasn't making the words.
Instead, he kept his eyes on Trevor's as his lips parted to speak again.
"Alexa - play `Red Light Special' by TLC.'  He tried not to chuckle as
Trevor's eyes widened slightly, swallowing.





**Take a good look at it, look at it now...** Tom's hips were moving again,
working in a slow circle.  **Might be the last time you'll have a go
round...**

`That's a lie,' Tom thought as he began dancing again.  `He can go round
and round as many times as he wants.'  He stepped closer, his feet between
Trevor's legs, noting that the other man's feet moved even further apart,
silently inviting Tom further in.





**I'll let you touch it if you like to go down...**

"Dollars?"  One cute little eyebrow rose up, teasingly.

"Oh, yeah..."  Trevor lifted one up, tentatively sliding it into the
waistband of Tom's briefs, right at his hip.  "How's...that?"

"Doesn't feel weird."





**Don't go too fast, don't go too slow...** Tom turned and lowered his
hips, bringing his rear down until it was just barely brushing against
Trevor's lap.

**I like 'em attentive and I like 'em in control...** He turned to glance
over his shoulder, raising his eyebrow again.  His grin returned as Trevor
tucked another bill into the top of his underwear.  Again, it was near his
hip, the other man playing it safe.  Tom decided it was time to dial things
up a notch.

**Baby, it's yours, all yours, if you want it tonight...I'll give you the
red light special all through the night...** The music kept playing as he
brought his torso upright and put his hands on his knees, bending further,
his butt pressing against Noah's crotch...and finding what was definitely a
firm lump.  He resisted the urge to grind down on it, swinging his hips a
little instead, rubbing back and forth to the beat.

**Baby, it's yours, all yours, if you want it tonight...Come through my
door, take off my clothes and turn on the red light...**





Tom turned again, noting that Trevor was breathing more heavily.  He
climbed onto the couch, straddling Trevor's lap, resting his weight on his
knees so that he was an inch or so above Noah's crotch, not giving the
other man what he might want...yet.  Trevor lifted another dollar bill -
Tom lightly took hold of his wrist and lifted it up, pressing the bill (and
Trevor's fingers) against his chest, slowly sliding them downward.

**I know that you want me, I can see it in your eyes...You might as well be
honest, 'cause the body never lies...** Their hands moved down over the
ridges of Tom's abs, Trevor swallowing as the tension rose.  Tom brought
Trevor's fingers to a spot halfway between his hip and his crotch, curling
the other man's digits and helping him tuck the dollar there, further in
than before.





"This is easier than I thought it'd be."

"Yeah?"  The tip of Noah's tongue darted out, wetting his lips.

"Yeah.  I thought it'd be weird, doing a Magic Mike type of thing.  But
it's actually kinda fun."

"Fun.  Ha."  Trevor chuckled lightly.

"How is it?  From the audition or audience side?"

"Oh...it's...good."

"Just good?  Hmmm."





**Baby, it's yours, all yours, if you want it tonight...I'll give you the
red light special, all through the night...** The music continued as Tom
moved his hips more vigorously, still matching the beat but with more
intensity as he placed his hands on the back of the couch, leaning over
Trevor's body as he lowered himself down, his ass firmly pushed against the
other man's crotch as he continued dancing.  He was pretty sure he felt it
throb through Trevor's pants, just encouraging him further.

"Got any more dollars?"

"Yeah."  Trevor brought another dollar up, placing it at the bottom of
Tom's chest, close to where Holland had started him before.  He moved on
his own this time, tracing down the sexy stomach, his fingers finding a
spot closer to the front and then diving down below the black waistband and
lingering as Tom continued working his hips back and forth.





And then Tom was up, turning around and sitting again...but at the edge of
the couch, not touching Trevor.  He lifted his hips up and down, putting
his butt on display.

**If you want me (if you want me) let me know it (let me know)...I'll make
time but you've got to show it (you've got to show)...** He felt fingers
and a dollar rest against his back, sliding down...down...down.  He slowly
shifted backward with each move to the beat, until he was pressed against
Noah's crotch again.  The other man's legs spread even further, giving Tom
better access...and he took advantage of it, wedging himself into the older
man's groin as the fingers found his briefs and slid into them, under the
black waistband and red fabric, brushing against the top of Tom's crack and
then pulling back.





Tom turned around once more, climbing onto Trevor's lap.

**If you need me (if you need me), I want to see (I want to see)...But
don't mistake me, I don't want you down on your knees...**

He smirked, clearing his throat.  "If I'm the one dancing, why are you the
one sweating?"

"Huh?  Oh."  Trevor wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.  "It's
just a little warm in here."

"Ah, okay."

**I need someone (I need someone), a real man (a real man)...I need someone
who understands (who understands)...**

Trevor's hand came back up and rested in the center of Tom's chest.  As
they slid down, Tom slowly leaned backward, causing Trevor to shift his
weight forward a little, pressing his crotch and Tom's rear more firmly
against one another.  As his fingers reached Tom's waist, the British stud
took hold of Trevor's hand and moved it over to his hip...at the same time,
he grasped Trevor's other hand and brought it to his other hip.  Leaning
back further, he put his body on display as he continued grinding, a little
more earnestly than before as he pulled Trevor's hands down his thighs.





**Baby it's yours, all yours, if you want it tonight...I'll give you the
red light special, all through the night...**

He brought their hands down to his knees and then began pulling them back
up...slowly up...sliding along the inside of his muscular legs.  When he
reached his crotch, he danced their hands back out, brushing against the
cotton hem, bringing their hands slowly back up to his waistband.  Trevor
took hold of one side, tugging it a little, as the fingers of his other
hand slid over to the center and dipped down.  He continued his descent
until his fingers were brushing into the hair of Tom's crotch, pulling back
as if touching a live wire.





**Baby it's yours, all yours, if you want it tonight...Just come through my
door (come through my door)...**

Tom moved his body forward, grinding their crotches together, feeling
Trevor's hand go to his back, pressing another dollar bill against his skin
and gliding down.

Tom repeated the teasing moves again, taking hold of Noah's hands and
guiding them down over the back of his thighs, up and down a couple of
times, enjoying the large hands rubbing his legs.  He wasn't sure, but it
seemed like Trevor's hips were slightly moving up to meet Tom's movements.
As he continued leading Trevor's hands, he brought them up...but straight
up instead of sliding out to the side, bringing them up over the curves of
his round bubble butt.  He could feel Trevor's fingers curling in, digging
against the cotton-clad flesh.  Up their intertwined fingers went, above
the waistband of Tom's briefs...and then down, both pairs of hands sliding
underneath the elastic band, pushing it down.  The illusion of tipping was
gone, the dollar bill falling to the ground as Noah's hands clenched,
squeezing Tom's rear.





Holland lifted himself up, his crotch still pressed against Trevor's body,
his lump sliding over the other man's stomach.

**Take off my clothes (take off my clothes) and turn on the red light...**
He lowered his hips, pushing the lump in his briefs back against Trevor's
crotch before lifting back up.

**Baby, it's yours, all yours, if you want it tonight...** Tom continued
rising upward, Trevor's palms still pressing against the cheeks of his ass.
His crotch was rubbing up and down against Trevor's chest, the other man
pulling him forward, pressing their bodies closer together.





**Red light special, all through the night...** Tom dropped his hips back
down, pinning Trevor's hands between his ass and the other man's thighs as
he leaned back, further and further.

**Baby it's yours, if you want it tonight...** As the song faded away, he
was pumping his hips up and down, pressing against Trevor's palms and then
pushing his crotch up in the air, back and forth.  With his head hanging
out in the air past Trevor's knees, he reached out and blindly found a
dollar bill, dropping it onto his chest.  He felt one of Noah's hands slide
out from between their bodies and press the dollar to his skin, slowly
raking it down over Tom's stomach.

Noah found Tom's waistband again and slid under it, pushing the dollar into
Tom's crotch.  The tips of his fingers brushed the trimmed patch of hair
but lingered this time.

"Champagne room?"  Tom's voice came out low and husky.

"Yeah, the champagne room.  Definitely not the kind of dance they do out in
the main area."

"No?"  Tom was still working his hips, a cocky grin appearing on his
face. "The champagne room is more fun?"

"Uh huh."

Tom's fingers slid down over the back of Trevor's arm.  "The champagne room
then."  He heard Trevor let out a little gasp as he pushed their hands
down, Noah's fingers bumping against the hardened root of Tom's cock.  He
held the other man's hand there as he ground upward, whimpering lightly at
the feel of another man's flesh against his own.  The fingers of Trevor's
other hand curled, squeezing Tom's ass harder.  He began moaning softly,
riding Noah's lap, happily caught between both hands, front and back.





Eagerly, Tom lifted himself back up, resting down against the
definitely-harder-and-larger bulge in Trevor's lap.  "What's that?"

"The champagne bottle."  Both men chuckled.  "So..."  Trevor lifted a $20
bill into the air.  "What do I get for a twenty?"

"This."  Tom pressed his body against Noah's, rubbing his nose against the
other man's neck.  "And this..."  He murmured as brought Trevor's free hand
back to his rear, encouraging him to squeeze and caress the firm muscles.

A couple of minutes later, Trevor cleared his throat and spoke up again.
"What's a fifty get?"  He pressed another bill to Tom's body.

"Fifty gets you this."  Tom reached back and nudged Trevor's other hand
further inward, until the tips of his fingers were grazing up and down the
cleft between his cheeks.  He slid his nose up and over Trevor's chin,
licking at his mouth and then tugging at the other man's lower lip.  Trevor
tilted his face to meet Tom's, their lips pressing together...and then
their tongues were wrestling against one another's, both moaning hungrily.
Tom whimpered again, louder this time, as Noah's finger ran in a slow
circle around his hole, teasing him.  He found himself bucking his hips
backward, eager for the other man to press his digit inside.  Being denied
that pleasure just drove him to kiss more fervently, silently begging for
more.





Trevor broke the kiss, panting.  "And, uh..."  He swallowed, sighing with
pleasure and anticipation.  "...what do I get for a hundred?"  He lifted
the bill in the air, one eyebrow raised up.

"For a hundred?"

"Yep.  One hundred.  Maybe two."

"For a hundred..."  Tom kissed Trevor on the lips again and then began
lowering his body, slowly crawling back off of the couch.  "...maybe
two..."  He was on his knees, looking up into the other man's face, rubbing
his hands over Trevor's thighs, slightly frustrated that the comedian was
still wearing pants.  "...you might get..."  He brought his face closer in,
hovering over the throbbing crotch, feeling the heat emanating from it.
"...something fun."

"Something fun?"  Fingers ran up and down Tom's arm.

"Very fun."  He plucked at the button of Trevor's pants.

"Champagne room fun?"

"Gotta find the champagne first.  You said there was a bottle here?"
Slowly, more slowly than he wanted to, Tom pulled down the zipper,
revealing navy blue fabric beneath.

"Uh huh.  Find it and drink up, man."





Growling, Tom tore Trevor's pants down, tugging the CK trunks with them.
He found himself in a familiar spot between Trevor's legs, staring at a
hardening cock...and devoured it.  Unlike the party, he'd get more than six
minutes this time.  Hungrily, sloppily, he slurped up and down, moaning
loudly.

"Oh fuuuck..."  Fingers dove into Tom's hair, encouraging his lust-driven
efforts.  Denied the taste and feel of another man for several months, he
sucked Noah's cock like a madman, moaning and whimpering.
"Jesus...fuuuuuuck..."  Trevor's legs flexed, pumping up into the younger
man's mouth, pulling his face down, impaling it for a few moments before
letting Tom do his thing.





Tom pulled off, wiping his chin.  "Sorry..."  His tongue lapped at the
large scoop-shaped head, diving into the deep slit.  "...it's just
been...so long..."  His mouth opened and he took in the tip, sucking on it,
wanting to tease...but found himself devouring the entire eight inch
length, loving the way it filled his throat.

"Same.  Fuck, same here.  Take it."

Tom clenched his hands at Trevor's thighs and hoovered his cock, feasting
on it.

"I'm...fuck, I'm..."  Trevor clenched his eyes as his entire body tightened
up, his hips spasming and thrusting his meat further down Tom's throat.
Holland pushed down on the other man's thighs, pulling back so that his
lips were latched firmly about halfway along the shaft, feeling it throb as
cum flooded his mouth.  He moaned loudly, a deep satisfied emanation that
rolled down his spine, his toes curling against the floorboards as he
savored the taste of Trevor's thick hot juices.  He swallowed greedily -
it'd been months since a man had shot their load into his mouth and he was
savoring the sensation to the fullest.





He was so intent on sucking the delicious meatstick in his mouth that it
took him by surprise when Trevor placed his thumbs at Tom's forehead and
pried the little stud off of his cock, groaning with pleasure and pain.  It
was only then that Tom realized that he'd been going at it for a full
minute or two after Trevor had finished cumming, still sucking and
swallowing on a cock that was now fully spent.

Noah stared into Tom's eyes which shone with lust, his pupils dilated as if
he were high, lower lip hanging as he panted hungrily.  The younger man
pounced upward, landing on the couch, straddling Trevor's lap, his mouth
attacking the older man's lips, sucking and nibbling.  He whimpered as he
ground his hips downward...whimpers that turned into groans as he realized
that the cock between his friend's legs was still hard, despite Tom's
efforts to suck the life out of it.

"Do you have..."  He reached down, earnestly tugging at the firm rod.  He
felt Trevor lean over and rummage in the drawer of a side table, putting a
good-sized bottle in Tom's palm.  Holland leaned back, opening the cap,
smirking with one eyebrow raised.

"Hey, I told you - it's been a long time since someone else broke a sweat
here.  Damn pandemic."

"So what, you've got lube stashed all over the apartment?"

"There's even some in the kitchen.  Just in case."

"Just in..."  Tom giggled.  He wasn't sure if Trevor was joking or not.
`Later,' he thought as he reached down and quickly slicked up Noahs'
length...and then lowered his hips.  As he impaled his ass on Trevor's
cock, part of Tom's mind was telling him to slow down, to enjoy it...and
the rest of him, brain and body, was screaming for dick.  Head rolled back
and groaning loudly, he sank all the way down until he felt thighs pressing
up against his butt, fingers clenching at the other man's shoulders, almost
wanting to cry with pleasure at the feeling of being stretched out by a
dick...a real dick, not some plastic toy.





"Fuuuuuuuuuck..."  Both men moaned the word at the same time as Tom lifted
himself up and then slammed back down...again...and again...and again.  He
held onto Trevor's shoulders as he bounced up and down, riding the other
man at a frenzied pace.





Trevor's eyebrows scrunched together as he squeezed that round supple ass
and thrust up with his hips, meeting Tom's movements to really drive in and
out.  The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin,
increasingly louder and louder moans, and heavy breathing.  It wasn't long
before Tom had broken out into another sweat, this time from fervent
fucking rather than dancing.  His hands slid up over Trevor's shoulders and
along his neck, caressing into the short afro that the news anchor had
grown out while at home, fingertips digging gently against his scalp.  Tom
was leaning back a little as he rode, his mouth hanging open and groaning
as he lifted himself up and down.

Every now and then Tom would look down, his eyes glazed over.  When that
happened, Noah would bring a hand up to the back of the little cutie's head
and pull him forward, making out as they fucked, enjoying the way Tom's
moans turned into long mewling sounds.  It was during one of those kisses
that he heard Tom's breath start to hitch and then it was Trevor who was
groaning as the muscles of Tom's ass flexed impossibly tight around his
shaft, threatening to squeeze his dick off.  Ropes of cum erupted between
them, splashing both men on the chest.  Trevor was impressed by the size of
the load coming out of Tom's smaller body.





Trevor barely gave the other man time to recover from getting off before
lifting them both off of the couch.  Tom moaned louder as he found himself
on his back on the floor, legs wrapped around Trevor's waist, the South
African holding his weight up on his elbows and using them as traction to
really thrust deep and hard into Tom's tunnel.

"Fuck me...fuuuck me...fuuuuck meeeeee!!!"

"I...am...fucking...you..."  Trevor panted, trying to catch his breath but
not slowing down as he chased another orgasm.  He wanted...no, he *needed*
to feel what it was like to shoot a load into this tight little ass.

He groaned with lust and intrigue as Tom's eyebrows knitted together and he
arched his back, the Spider-twunk moving his body...and then a well-muscled
leg was running up along Trevor's body, hooking onto his shoulder.  Getting
the hint, he reached down and pulled Tom's other leg up...and then lifted
himself up, resting on his knees and pressing Tom's legs to the bottom's
chest as he continued drilling his ass.

"Fuck.  Me.  Fuck.  Me.  Fuck. Me." Tom repeated the words non-stop.  The
world had disappeared, replaced with just two things - Trevor and Trevor's
Dick.  Over eight inches of meat stretching him out in the most delicious
way that he hadn't realized he'd missed *this much*.  His fingers clawed at
the floor and at Trevor's arms, his back arching hungrily, wishing he could
spread his legs further and let the hunk's cock in even deeper, wanting
every last quarter-inch buried inside.

"I can't...I'm going to..."

"PleAAAAASE!"  Tom cried the words out.

"Yeah, you want it?"

"OH MY FUCKING GOD YES, BREED ME, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!"  As he felt his
guts being painted with a load of cum, Tom's eyes rolled back in his head.
He couldn't get off so soon, but his body was wracked with the same intense
pleasure as if he were having an orgasm.  Squeezing his eyes shut, he found
stars popping off in the darkness behind his eyelids.





"Shhh...shhh...shhhh, it's okay, it's okay."

"Huh?"  Tom came back to the present and found Trevor's fingers wiping at
the corner of his eyes.  Was he...?  Sniffling, he brought his hand up to
his face and wiped tears from his eyes.

"So-sorry.  I just..."

"Oh man, I get it."  Letting out a long breath, Trevor collapsed to the
floor next to Tom, both of their chests heaving.

"Damn, I need a cigarette."

Tom looked over.  "You smoke?"

"Naw."  Trevor laughed, his fingers scratching at his chest.  "But I think
I get it right now."  He turned to meet Tom's gaze, winking, causing the
smaller man to break out into a laugh.  Tom turned over, laying halfway on
top of Trevor's body, waggling his eyebrows.

"I've got something you can smoke."

"Oh, really?"  Trevor laughed as Tom took the other man's hand and brought
it down, the two of them groping Tom's half-hard dick.  "Mmmm.  Even better
than a cigarette."  Lips found his and there was that adorable tongue
again, meeting his own.  Trevor closed his eyes, humming happily as he felt
Tom's cock begin to stiffen under his touch.





~ ~ ~ ~





Trevor leaned against the counter, running his fingers through Tom's hair.
The hot twunk was on his knees, hands gripping the comedian's legs as he
bobbed up and down, hungrily feasting on the hard cock.  He snapped back to
reality as he heard the sound of knocking on his apartment door.  Glancing
at his phone, he saw a notification that their food delivery had arrived.

"He's here.  I need to..."  Trevor moaned as Tom pushed himself down until
his lips were wrapped around the base of Noah's shaft.  Finally, Tom broke
off, a trail of spit connecting his bottom lip to Trevor's rod.

"They have to..."  His tongue stuck out and licked around the pronounced
ridge of Trevor's cock head.  "...leave it at the..."  *lick*
"...door...anyway."  Those lips descended once more, engulfing the
throbbing shaft.

`He's not wrong,' Trevor thought as he tilted his head back and closed his
eyes, moaning lightly at his new friend's efforts.  "Okay - food's going to
get cold."  He pulled Tom's mouth off of his meat, laughing at the way the
younger man pouted.





When he returned, Tom nuzzled his face against the older man's chest.  "Can
I have dessert *before* dinner?"

"You already had dessert."

Tom's eyes darted around, thinking of a response.  "Um, that was an
appetizer."  He laughed as Trevor frowned, taken aback by the idea of his
dick being referred to that way.  "A big, tasty appetizer.  It filled me
up..."  Tom started sinking to his knees again, peeling down the waistband
of Trevor's trunks to reveal the treat he was craving.  His tongue began
lapping up and down the curved shaft.

"A few loads..."  Trevor swiveled his hips, causing his cock to bounce
across Tom's nose.  "...wasn't enough to fill you up?"

"Three?  No, not at all."

"Has it been three?"  Trevor counted on his fingertips.  "Let's see - you
swallowed me on the couch, screamed to get bred on the floor.  You let me
rest for a few minutes before sucking out another on the floor.  Hmmm.
Guess it has only been three."

"Could be four..."  Tom suckled on the large cockhead.

"How many does it take to fill you up?"

Tom pulled off and grinned.  "Oh.  A LOT more than three."  He flicked his
tongue over Trevor's slit.  "Want to find out?"

Noah sighed as Tom sank his lips down his throbbing shaft again.
"That...mmmm...that sounds like fun.  Hey, I have an idea."  He looked down
to find Tom's eyebrows raised in a silent question, his mouth otherwise
busy.  "What if you stay here instead of the hotel?"  He laughed as Tom's
lips stretched out further, grinning despite being stuffed full.  The
younger man nodded enthusiastically.





He pulled off, licking at Trevor's rod.  "That sounds amazing.  I could
keep snacking on this."  He ran his tongue down Noah's length, tickling the
other man's balls with his tongue.  "I'm really REALLY hungry."  He
returned to licking at the tip, pouting and blinking his eyes.

"I'm hungry too.  For real food.  Although I might snack on that ass again
later."  Trevor laughed as Tom lifted himself back up to his feet, pouting.
Moments later, the Brit was devouring his meal, famished from the energy
they'd expended on the couch...and the living room floor...and the kitchen.
Trevor chuckled, shaking his head in amusement at how quickly his guest had
switched modes, animatedly chatting while he ate, as if they'd spent the
afternoon playing video games instead of playing with the joysticks between
their legs.

Finishing up his meal, Tom waited and drank a beer while waiting on Trevor
to wrap up.  Once his host was done, Tom pounced on him once more, coming
around the kitchen island to where Trevor was throwing away the plates.





"I'm ready for dessert."  Tom whined the words as he began working his
mouth down Trevor's torso.  His downward movement was stopped by Trevor's
hands sliding under Tom's arms, lifting the actor and turning him around.
Noah slid behind him, grinding his stiffening dick against the firm round
butt.  Spitting onto his cock, Trevor lined up and slowly sank inside.  The
lube and cum from their earlier tryst granted him entrance into the tight
hole.

"Ready for dessert?"

"Yessssss."  Tom hissed the words as he leaned back, pressing his back
against Noah's chest.  It'd been so long since he'd fooled around, playing
as a little sexual party favor for the Hemsworths or as Tovey's boy toy at
the London parties.  The desire to play into another man's fantasies
overtook him as he wrapped his arms around the back of Trevor's head.  He
let out another moan - this one sounded more slutty than his earlier needy
cries of lust.  "What's...uuuuunnhhhh...what's your favorite position?"

"Mmmm.  Why?"  He could feel Trevor's smile against his shoulder, lips
meeting the toned flesh.

"I want to make you feel good."

"It's..."  Trevor took hold of Tom's shoulder and leaned him forward, until
Tom was bent over the counter.  "...this."

Placing his palms flat on the granite surface, Tom arched his backside,
spreading his legs a little further apart and pushing backward to take more
of Trevor's meat.

"Yeah man, open up that ass for me."  Noah thrust forward, burying the rest
of his dick inside, loving the feel of Tom's ass pressed against his
body...especially when the little stud began gyrating his hips, grinding on
his rod.





The pair picked up speed.  Trevor used his grip on Tom's hips to pull the
hungry bottom back as he thrust forward, slamming inside again and again.
Soon, Tom had his chest pressed to the kitchen island, his arms splayed out
to either side, fingertips digging at the cold flat surface.  He spread his
legs even further, allowing Trevor to get just a little bit deeper into his
guts.

"Oh...my....fucking...godddddd!!!!"  Tom snapped his head back and let out
a howling moan.

"That feels good?"  Trevor's thumbs caressed Tom's hips as he held on,
drilling the twink.

"Yessssssss.  I needed this so fucking bad."  Holland pushed back again,
meeting Trevor's forward thrust and wiggled his hips, grinding against the
other man.

*smack smack smack* The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the
kitchen, punctuated by grunts and groans.  Eventually Tom felt the thrusts
getting jerkier, more hurried.  He clenched the muscles of his ass,
squeezing Noah's cock as it continued drilling him.  With a whimpered
growl, Trevor pushed in one last time, his cock throbbing as it began
pumping another volley of cum into Tom's hole.

Panting, the comedian leaned forward, chuckling as he nuzzled the back of
Tom's neck.

"That's four."





~ ~ ~ ~





"Okay, so guests are confirmed?"

"Yep."

"Zoom links sent out?"

"Yes boss."  Trevor rolled his eyes, smiling as he shook his head at the
long-running joke with the `Daily Show' staff member.

"Kenny, for the five millionth time, I'm not your boss.  Comedy Central
signs the checks.  THEY'RE your boss."

"Got it...boss."

"Remind me to fire you."

"You can't.  You're not my boss, remember?"

Laughing, the group returned to the task of finalizing production of the
day's show and going over plans for the rest of the week.  Catching
movement in his peripheral vision, Trevor glanced up to see a slim figure
make its way into the kitchen.  Blinking, he stopped himself before his
eyebrow rose up - a reaction that might confuse his co-workers.  Subtly
looking back up, he watched as Tom got some water from the fridge.

`That little...'  Noah covered his mouth, trying not to laugh again at the
sight of Tom Holland, Spider-man himself, wearing one of the comedian's
trademark hoodies...and seemingly nothing else, the flesh of those sexy
legs on full display all the way down to the floor.





Turning, Tom waved and winked as he took a drink.  Reaching down, Trevor
checked to make sure that his microphone was muted.  Picking up a coffee
mug to cover his mouth, he returned his attention to the laptop screen as
he spoke.  "Forgot your pants?"

Tom looked down, as if noticing his lack of clothing for the first time.
"Ohhh.  Naw.  You told me to make myself comfortable.  So..."  He waved a
hand down towards his lower body.

"I see."

"Do you?"  Turning, Tom stretched out his arms, causing the large shirt to
raise up...exposing the cheeks of his very round ass, framed by the straps
of one of Trevor's jocks.  Noah cleared his throat in surprise, trying to
maintain a neutral expression.  Realizing that he was being asked a
question, he unmuted himself.

"Yeah, that sounds great.  I like that."

Tom turned around, grinning wickedly.  "Really?  You do?"  He mouthed the
words, barely whispering.  Pulling the hoodie up with one hand, Tom exposed
his torso.  Lightly pinching his own nipple, the Brit trailed his fingers
down his stomach and over the bulging pouch, allowing the thick cotton
fabric to drop back down and cover him once more.

"I'd like to see how that turns out.  Keep going."  Trevor waved his finger
in a circle, indicating that Kenny should keep talking, elaborating on the
staffer's idea.  Watching the screen, Trevor chewed the inside of his lips
nervously as Tom slowly sauntered across the living room.

`Fuck,' he thought as the actor got down on all fours and crawled under the
coffee table.  He tried to wave the younger man away but his efforts were
half-hearted, with his long-neglected cock doing the thinking for him.





Swallowing, Trevor reached down to adjust the top of the laptop, making
sure that it was angled up higher, before he resumed gripping the coffee
mug with both hands as if for dear life.  Glancing down very quickly, he
found Tom grinning from ear to ear as he slowly began unzipping Trevor's
shorts and pulled them down.  Warm breath escaped Tom's nose and blasted
the bulge in his underwear....which soon followed, sliding down his thighs
and dropping to the floor.

`Fuuuuuuuuuck.'  In his mind's eye, Trevor could see the headlines.
**Daily Show host caught getting head on camera** He stared at the Zoom
window to make sure that Tom's hair didn't show up...and then had to choke
back a moan as his dick disappeared down his guest's throat.





The rest of the meeting went by in an agonizingly slow blur, with Trevor
barely able to follow the conversation while Tom continued slowly sucking
his cock.  While the pace didn't pick up, the intensity did, with Tom's
lips and throat putting an increasing amount of pressure on his rod.

"Tom..."  His mouth covered by the coffee mug again, Trevor reached down
and tried to pry the other man's face away, failing from both the high
level of Tom's desire and Trevor's lack of interest in really stopping
him..  "Tom...fuck...I'm..."

He squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying to think of
things...anything...that might prevent the inevitable.

"Trevor, you okay?"

"Uh, yeah.  I just...ahem."  Trevor cleared his throat.  "I've got a little
bit of a headache.  Stayed up too late last night watching the television.
Hang on, keep talking, I'm listening.  I'll be right back."  Reaching down,
he slammed his thumb down to mute his audio and then turn off his camera.
Somewhere, off in the distance, he heard his co-workers still speaking.  A
roaring sound filled his ears as his body sought release, shooting volleys
of cum in between Tom's hungrily suckling lips.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck."  As his cock began to soften,
Trevor finally opened his eyes and looked down to see Tom wipe the corner
of his mouth with his thumb, sticking the digit between his lips and
sucking on it as he scooted backward and out from under the coffee table.





Still on the ground, his horny little guest leaned back against a chair,
spreading his legs and fondling himself.  Having to return to the meeting,
Trevor reluctantly resumed the conversation while he half-watched Tom pull
out his own cock and begin stroking it, sucking on the fingers of his other
hand.  When Tom was close, he stopped and tucked his member back into the
jock, pulling himself up to a standing position.  Smirking, he held up both
hands, most of his fingers raised.  Silently, he mouthed one word.

"Nine."





Winking, Tom turned and slinked away, returning to the kitchen to get
another glass of water.  Feeling parched himself, Trevor chugged the rest
of his coffee, eager for the meeting to end.





~ ~ ~ ~





"You...you little..."  Trevor closed his laptop lid, rising up from the
couch and stalking his way across the room.  Tom stayed put on a kitchen
stool, swinging his feet, still wearing just the hoodie and a smile.

"Hiiii."  Winking, he waved and took another bite from his apple.

"Someone behaved very badly during my meeting today."

Tom put his hand against his chest, his jaw dropping with surprise "Me??"

"Yes, you."

"Oh no.  I'm sorry."  Grinning, Tom took another bite.

"Sorry isn't going to be good enough."

"I'm very sorry?"

"Still not good enough."  One side of Trevor's mouth pulled up in a grin as
he smacked the back of his hand into the palm of his other hand.  Tom
looked down and back up, swallowing with feigned nervousness.

"I'm really really sorry?"  Blinking, he gave a big nervous grin as the
older man stepped forward.

"Am I going to be, um...punished?"

"Yeah.  I think it's well-deserved for that little prank, don't you?"

Looking down, Tom saw the large bulge in Noah's underwear.  He hid his
amusement (mostly) as he slid off of the stool and made his way to the
bedroom, hanging his head as he walked.  Reaching the bed, he climbed up
and rested on his hands and knees, his ass on full display in the
jockstrap.





*smack* A hand came down on the meaty cheek.  "Are you going to do that
again while I'm on a Zoom call?"  *smack*

Tom looked over his shoulder as he responded.  "No...sir."  He noticed
Trevor swallow when he uttered the last word, a little grumble rolling out
of the other man's throat.

"Why don't I believe you?"  *smack*

Tom arched his back, sticking his rear further up in the air.  "Because
I've been naughty?"

A hand caressed his ass, giving it a squeeze before rising up and coming
down a couple more times.  *smack smack* "Yes, you have been."  *smack*
"Very.."  *smack* "...very..."  *smack smack* "...naughty."

"Ow!"  Suppressing a smile, Tom stuck out his lower lip, pouting as he
winced.

"That hurt?"

"Uh huh."

"Aww.  I'm sorry."  A pair of hands squeezed his cheeks, spreading them as
Trevor knelt down.  "Here, I'll kiss it..."  His lips met the muscled flesh
of Tom's butt, planting a gentle peck.  "...and make it better."  He
repeated the motion on the other cheek.  "...and even..."  Leaning forward,
he lapped his tongue up in a long stroke over Tom's hole.  "...better."

Tom's eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a long low moan, arching
his back even further.  Trevor ate his ass out enthusiastically, with loud
slurps, his fingers digging into Tom's haunches.





He came up for air after a few minutes.  "Are you sorry yet?"

"Oh yeah.  Very sorry!  Ohhhhhhhh!!"  He swallowed as a finger slid into
his entrance, moving in a circular motion to ease that tight British hole
open.  Hearing motion from behind, Tom spread his legs and gripped the
sheets with anticipation, sighing as the head of Trevor's cock parked at
his entrance, teasing for just a moment before sliding inside.

"Don't stop."

"Mmmm.  Wasn't planning on it."  Letting out his own sigh of pleasure,
Trevor sank all the way in, grinding his hips once his balls came to rest
against Tom's rear.  *smack* He brought his hand down again, spanking Tom
as he began thrusting, delivering firm swats as he fucked the smaller man.

"Oh fuck.  Fuuuuuck!!!"  Holland pushed back, eagerly taking Trevor's meat
again and again, his toes curling.

"Who's a bad boy?"

"I am."

*smack* "Are you going to behave from now on?"

"Probably not."  *smack smack smack* "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck meeee."

"I...am...fucking...you...god damn, this ass is...fuuuuuck."  Trevor
swallowed as he pounded harder, savoring the feeling of being buried in a
guy's ass after such a long dry spell.  Despite having filled this twink
with several loads, he couldn't get enough, eager to make up for lost time
and opportunity.  His thrusts knocked Tom to the mattress and he climbed up
on to the bed, covering the bottom's body with his own, pounding into his
ass.  Several minutes later, with a loud groan, his body shuddered as he
shot yet another volley of cum into Tom's guts.

"Unnghhhhhh..."  Noah let out a long breath, his heart racing.  "Ten..."
His forehead rested against Tom's shoulder.  "My turn."  Turning Tom over,
Trevor quickly made his way down the twunk's body, licking and sucking
until he reached the hard rod rising between his legs, engulfing it with
his mouth and sucking furiously.  It didn't take long before Tom was
squeezing his eyes shut and grunting as he sprayed his juices down his
friend's throat.

"Mmmm...double digits."  Winking, he bent down and gave Trevor a deep kiss.
"Finally."





~ ~ ~ ~





Tom leaned back, letting out a long sigh...this time it was an exhale
brought about by relaxation rather than the joyous feeling of having his
insides stretched or pounded.

"Tired?"

Grinning, Tom looked up and backward.  "A little bit."

"Just a little?  Damn kid, I'm worn out."  Trevor's laughter echoed around
the bathroom.  "Not sure how you're not exhausted."

"I'm just...not."  Reaching down below the water of the bathtub, Tom
continued to slowly work the bar of soap over his legs and stomach, making
sure to get his friend's legs and arms as well.

"Oh, so getting plowed a dozen times in a couple of days is just, like,
normal for you?"

Tom smirked as he stared off into space, memories of various parties and
orgies coming to mind.  With the bathroom lights turned off and the room
illuminated only by candles, he was almost able to see the memories playout
in the air, like one of those drive-in movie theaters.  He chose to dodge
the question instead of answering it directly.  "It's just been suuuuch a
loooong time..."  His hand worked the bar of soap in harder strokes up and
down Trevor's thighs.  "...this damn lockdown back home.  All by myself.
I'm just all...I don't know.  Worked up, I guess."

Trevor let out a little growl as his manhood reacted to Tom's touch.  The
Brit wasn't the only one who'd been denied the pleasures of the flesh.  It
felt like every nerve he had was connected to his dick - every time Holland
touched him or even just gave a cute or devilish look...boom, he got hard
right away.  Even though his cock was a little sore from all the fucking
they'd been doing the past two days, here it was, rising up again, eager to
get back to work.





"Mmmmm, what's this?"  He could hear the grin in Tom's voice as the little
mischief-maker dug his fingers into Trevor's left thigh and clenched the
muscles of his ass, squeezing Trevor's manhood.

"As if you have to ask any longer."  Both men laughed, but just for a
moment.  Noah's chuckles gave way to a long moan as Tom lifted his hips up
and then sank back down, spearing himself on the hard rod.  With his guts
slathered with lube and Trevor's cum, he took the now very-familiar dick
easily.

"I think my guy here..."  Trevor flexed his cock inside Tom's ass.  "...has
spent more time inside *you* than he has in my underwear."

"Goooooooood."  The word rolled out of Tom's throat in a husky half-whisper
as he rocked back and forth, slow grinding the other man's dick.  Another
moan erupted from his mouth as a hand found his own hard cock and began
stroking it, matching Tom's rhythm.





The pair took their time.  They still had a couple more days before Tom's
flight back to London, so there was no need to rush.  The earlier frantic
pace of their sex, driven by the need to release urges that had been held
back for far too long, had given way to more relaxed rounds of fornication,
reveling in enjoying and exploring one another's bodies.

"Oh damn.  This ass is...magic.  Are we in the twenties yet?"

The sound Tom made was half-chuckle and half-moan as he continued working
Trevor's staff.  "Fourteen?"

"What?  Are you...sure it's just...fourteen?"

"Uh...huh.  Just...fourteen."  Tom's breathing was getting heavy, matching
Noah's ragged breaths.

Trevor took hold of Tom's hips and picked up the pace a little, pushing up
harder and faster.  Water sloshed up the sides of the tub, threatening to
splash over and make a mess...not that either of the two studs cared.  They
were focused on one thing at the moment and nothing else mattered.

Groaning, Trevor clenched his fingers into Tom's flesh as he released more
of his seed into the younger man's guts.

"Fif..."  Trevor swallowed as the lights firing off behind his eyelids
faded away.  Resting his chin against Tom's shoulder, he let out a long
breath.  "Fifteen."

"Mmmm.  Fifteen."

A hand patted Tom's chest.  "Here, let's head to the bed.  I want to try
something."





Tom stood, his hard cock bobbing in the air as they dried off.  Trevor
reached the bed first and crawled up onto it, resting on his hands and
knees.  Looking over his shoulder, he winked at Tom.  "Your turn.  Round
one."

"Oh."  Tom ran his palm over Trevor's rear.

"Sorry.  I should have asked.  Do you...?"

"Ohhh, yeah!"  Tom's lustful stare gave way to an enthusiastic grin.  He
climbed up onto the bed, taking hold of his dick and smacking it against
Trevor's ass.  "Hell yeah."

"Be gentle.  It's been a while."

Lubing up his meat, Tom sank it into Trevor's hole, his eagerness causing
him to move a little faster than he meant, stopping when he heard the other
man hiss.  "Sorry."

"It's okay, just...slow.  Slow...ahhhhhh, there you go.  Mmmmmmmm."  Noah
closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of being filled.

"That feel better?"

"Oh yeah, it's so fucking good.  It's been so - " Biting down, Trevor
pushed himself backward, taking the rest of Tom's cock.  "- so damn long.
Too long."





Their pace picked up - not as hyper as their first tryst, but close.  Tom's
dick felt like it was vibrating from the joy of being buried in a hole
again - it'd spent far too much time enjoying only the touch of his own
hand.  Both men were crying out with pleasure as they worked each other
over, until Tom let out a giant cry, howling as he creamed Trevor's
insides.

Rolling Trevor over, Tom climbed on and rode him at a fevered pace, his ass
slapping against Noah's thighs, fingers clenching at the South African's
chest, sucking on the fingers that Trevor shoved into his mouth.

"Mmmm...mmmmmmphh...MMMPPPPPPHHHHHH."

"That's it.  Take it.  Take it.  Taaaaaaaaake fuuuuckiiiiiing helllllllll."
Now it was Trevor who was roaring as his balls ached from the act of
producing yet another load of cum.  He moaned from the pleasure of release,
mixed with a little bit of groaning as his nuts throbbed from being
overworked.





Tom crumpled down against Trevor's body, purring as a hand stroked his
back.

"Sixteen."  Trevor's chest rumbled against Tom's cheek as he spoke the
word, giving way to a gasp as Tom's mouth found his nipple and suckled at
it.

The Spider-man actor looked up with a mischievous wink, his teeth lightly
gnawing at the nub of flesh as he confirmed the count.  "Sixteen."
Winking, he bit down a little harder.





~ ~ ~ ~





"Twenty-three."  Tom let out a long exhale as Trevor collapsed on top of
him.  They'd taken their time for this last round.  His hole stung a
little, both from the sheer amount of pounding it'd received over the last
few days, combined with nearly one hour of plowing just now.  A cock ring
lay nearby - Trevor had finally taken it off, allowing his cock to find the
release it ached for, both of them enjoying the feeling too much and
reluctant for their escapades to come to an end.  Tom had lost track of
time, relishing the feel of Trevor on top of him, that cock sawing in and
out between his legs which were wrapped around Trevor's waist the entire
time, lips mashing together and hands wandering all over.





The pair made small talk as they showered...again.  They'd already showered
earlier, intending to get Tom dressed and ready to go before they'd gotten
distracted.

"Here."

Tom smiled as he took the olive green hoodie from Trevor - the same one
he'd worn when he'd interrupted the `Daily Show' host's meeting earlier.
He'd borrowed other hoodies as he put on similar shows, playing with
himself off in the distance while Trevor was stuck on the laptop.  The last
time, he'd slowly lapped his tongue over the comedian's manhood and balls,
edging him for the entire length of the two hour meeting.  Trevor had been
desperate for the meeting to end; when it finally had, he'd slammed the
laptop lid shut and shoved his cock down Tom's throat, quickly depositing a
load of jizz into the actor's stomach.

"Aww - are you sure?"

"Yeah.  It looks good on you."

"Maybe I'll take some photos in it."

"Maybe?"

Tom pulled the hoodie on before slipping his feet into his shoes.
"Definitely.  And I'll wear it the next time I'm in town."

"Mmmm.  Give me some warning.  The boys are worn out."  Trevor reached down
and cupped his hand over his crotch.

"Aww, sorry."

Trevor swatted Tom's rear.  "No you're not."

"You're right.  I'm not.  At all.  Just like you're not really
complaining."

"Not at all."





The pair were still laughing and chatting as they made their way into the
hall.  Reaching the elevator, they found a handwritten sign.  `Out of
order.'

"Well, guess it's the stairs."  Tom shrugged as he adjusted the weight of
his bags.

"Here, I'll help you then.  Twenty flights will wear you out.  Well, most
people.  Maybe not you MCU guys."  Tom rolled his eyes, sticking out his
tongue at the taunt before following Trevor towards the entry to the
stairwell.





They stopped about ten floors down to catch their breath.

"You know, we never made it to twenty-four."

"What's so special about twenty-four?"  Trevor leaned against the handrail,
working to catch his breath.

"It's how old I am."

"Oh.  Well, we should have aimed for thirty-six then."

Grinning, Tom closed the distance between them.  "Thirty-six would be
great."  Dropping down to his knees, he began undoing Trevor's pants.

"Wait - what're you doing?  Someone might - " Trevor was interrupted by Tom
pressing a piece of paper into his hand.  Opening it, he found the note
from the elevator.

"No one's going to be using the stairs."

"They will when the elevator doesn't work."

"It's working just fine."  Tom had Trevor's cock pulled out and was licking
at the head, feeling it stiffen in his hand.

"No, it...wait.  Did you...?"

"Sneak out when you weren't looking and put the sign there?"  Tom shrugged.

"Such a...mmmmm...bad...little...mmmmmm."  Trevor moaned as his dick
disappeared down Tom's throat.  Not wanting to get caught, Tom worked hard
on the piece of man meat, sucking and slobbering, grabbing at Trevor's ass
and thighs, making sure that the rod never escaped his mouth until...

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."  Tom raked his fingers down Trevor's thighs, moaning
as his throat was coated with the other man's juices.  He suckled at the
head, getting every drop of nectar before tucking Trevor's manhood back
into his underwear, zipping up his pants, and giving his crotch a little
pat as he stood back up.





"You are...something else."

"Uh huh."

Chuckling, Trevor followed Tom as they resumed their descent down the
stairs.  "That's all you have to say for yourself?"

Tom looked back over his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear.
"Twenty-four."





The sound of laughter rang up and down the stairwell, followed by threats
of just how Tom could expect to be punished for his impish behavior,
threats that Trevor fully intended to carry out the next time they met,
with Tom egging him on, already eager for his next trip to New York.





~ ~ ~ ~





"Yeah babe, that's it.  Take it.  Damn, you look so hot like that."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah.  I just wanna tear your hole up."

"Tell me."

"I'm going to tie you to the bed..."

"Fuck."

"Spread those legs."

"Yes daddy."

"Slam into you.  Again and again."

"Unnnhhhh."

"Pound that hole into oblivion.  Just the way you like it.  With this
dick."

Tom watched as the view on his phone changed from Jake's face to his
crotch, his boyfriend's cock pulled out and being jerked furiously.  "Oh
hell yeah, my favorite dick."

"Yeah, this one's your favorite?"

"Yes daddy."

"Daddy's gonna pound his boy's hole."

"Yeah?"

"So hard.  So hard you're limping the rest of the day."

"Fuck me daddy."

"I need my little Tom's ass.  I should fly to England and tear it up."

"Oh fuck.  For real???"

"Yeah.  I'm going to book a flight today.  Come next week.  And then
cum...and cum..and oh wow."

Tom's cock turned into a geyser, his body sinking down onto the length of
the dildo he'd been ramming in and out of his ass, putting on a show for
Jake.  His other hand clawed at the sheets of his bed, his legs quaking -
it felt as if his entire body was pulsing out through his dick.  When he
was finished, he leaned back limply against the pillows.

"Are...were you serious?"

"Yeah.  I'm booking a flight today.  I'm sorry about not being with you
during your trip.  You came all this way out.  It's just my..."  Jake
sighed.  "You know how paranoid everyone is right now."

"Your family isn't paranoid.  They're just being safe."

"Well, I want to be..."  Jake let the words hang in the air, until Tom gave
up.

"Want to be what?"

"Snuggled up with you."  The pair grinned at each other, the vast physical
distance between them seeming to evaporate.

"You're serious."

"One hundred percent.  Are you free later this week?"

Tom looked around the walls of his bedroom, which suddenly seemed like less
of a prison than they had the past several months.  "Uh, YEAH!"

"Great."  Jake shared his screen as he booked a flight, the pair making
plans.  Tom noticed that it was a one-way flight, not saying anything,
excited that the trip was open-ended.  He was visibly bouncing up and down
as they wrapped up their conversation, laying in bed and staring at each
other as sleep began taking hold of the younger man.

"I love you."

"I love you too, my sweet Tom man."

Tom blew a kiss at the phone as he thumbed the red button to end the call.
He was still smiling as slumber took hold, his arms wrapped around a spare
pillow, imagining that it was Jake's body next to his again, at long last.



~ ~ THE END ~ ~



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