Fic: Self Love, with a Twist (RPS - Mike/Tom, CKR; NC-17)
Written for rps_advent, CW body swap.
Fandom and Pairing: CW RPS (with a nod to Canada RPS); Michael Rosenbaum/Tom Welling plus a dab of Callum Keith Rennie
Prompt: Body swap
Name: Moosesal
Fic title: Self Love, with a Twist
Rating: NC-17.
Warning: I wrote a Canada RPS earlier this month for Rimming day. Apparently the three scenes there weren't quite enough rimming. So here there be rimming (is rimming a warning or an advertisement?) and a hint of felching (can you hint at felching? ) and a subtle reference to fisting. And then I had to throw in CKR because I've been dying to do the CW/Canada RPS cross over.
Everything was going great. They were just finishing up with the last scene on the schedule -- your average Lex and Clark argument in Lex's library -- when an explosion blew out the window behind the desk. An explosion that wasn't scripted, that is. At the flash of light and loud bang, Mike and Tom both dove under the desk and locked gazes. In that instant something happened and Mike realized he was looking at himself through Tom's eyes.
"What the fuck?" he muttered. His own face stared back at him, looking like he was about to pass out from shock.
The director walked over and said, "It's too late in the day to fix this now, guys. We'll have to finish the scene on Monday. Enjoy the weekend."
They both nodded as they continued staring at each other. Finally Tom pulled himself together enough to ask, "What just happened?"
"Tom?" Mike asked. He watched his own head nod. "Fuck."
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Mike was glad they didn't have to work like this -- not yet at least. He was confident in his acting skills and had no doubt he could pull of playing Clark Kent with ease. He was a Saturn award winner, after all. But Tom as Lex Luthor? He nearly laughed out loud. Tom was a pretty face and Mike loved him, but no way could he pull off portraying Lex.
But with those worries cast aside -- for now anyway, if they weren't fixed by Monday they'd deal with the problem then -- Mike was able to freak out a little. Tom was going to be seeing himself through Mike's eyes. He didn't know how much of himself was in the body, and how much was in his mind. If there were any hints of his feelings about Tom left over there, it was all over. They'd been fucking on and off for years, but it was strictly physical. Tom was married; he wasn't interested in more from Mike than the occasional fuck in his trailer.
They'd moved to Tom's trailer and Mike found himself studying his new face in the mirror -- man those were some luscious lips -- while Tom sat on the couch with his face in his hands. He didn't seem to be handling this very well.
"Hey," Mike said. "Relax. I'm sure it's only temporary."
"I'm stuck in your body!" Tom yelled at him and Mike was struck by the power of his voice. He'd watched himself on tape, but in person it was really impressive. No wonder the fans loved him. They way Tom flailed his arms around, however, was not quite as impressive. But Tom's words were more of a concern at the moment.
"What's wrong with my body?" he asked, slightly offended.
"It's ... it's ... you're bald! And short!" Tom was losing it. He never raised his voice and he'd never complained about Mike's body before.
"I'm not short, asshole. We just can't all be giants like you and Padalecki." Then he lowered his voice and mumbled, "Fucking models."
"Excuse me?" Tom was suddenly up in his face and if Mike wasn't already thinking about models with their egos and attitudes already, he would have been from Tom's actions now. "Did you forget how good your hearing is, Mikey?"
It went on like that for a while, each taking shots at the other, and Mike realized that instead of pissing him off more and more, the whole argument was making him amused and horny. He moved closer to Tom, so their bodies were almost touching and said, "Maybe I could help you better appreciate my body." As he spoke, he reached up and trailed the tips of his fingers over Tom's scalp and watched him shiver. Tom looked a lot like he had an hour earlier under Lex's desk -- pale and shocked.
"Y-y-you want to have sex? Like this?"
Mike didn't know his eyes could go quite so wide. He smiled Tom's sexy smile and said, "Why not? I mean who knows my body better than I do? I could make it so good for you, Tommy." His hand slipped down the back of Tom's head, around his neck, and to the opening of his button-down. He'd had a shirtless scene recently and his chest was smooth and bare.
As Mike reached for the first button Tom stepped back. "I'm not sure this is a good idea."
"It's not like it's the first time, Tom." He tried waggling his new eyebrows. "You know how much I love it when you blow me. Don't you wanna know just how amazing your lips feel wrapped around my cock?"
Tom swallowed and looked away from him. "I don't ... it's weird."
"I think it's hot." Mike stepped back into Tom's space and reached again for the buttons on his shirt. This time Tom let him. He opened the shirt slowly, one button at a time, letting the tips of his fingers tease at the smooth flesh of his chest as he went. Tom was shivering beneath his touch and when Mike pushed the shirt off his shoulders and leaned in to press his mouth to shoulder, collarbone, breastbone, Tom let out a soft whimper.
Mike raised his head again and brought their mouths together in a kiss. It was different, they both had their own way of kissing but doing it with new lips, new tongues, was strange. It didn't take them long to get the feel of it though.
Mike ran his hands up and down Tom's sides, from the edge of his pants to just under his arms and smiled against Tom's mouth as he squirmed. Mike was ticklish and he couldn't resist the opportunity to inflict his sensitivity on someone else.
"Stop." Tom twisted in his grasp.
"Sorry," Mike whispered against Tom's skin as he trailed his lips along his jaw up to his tear. He slid a hand up Tom's back and cupped the back of his head. "Let me make it up to you." He walked Tom back to the couch. Before Mike could push him down onto it, Tom reached for Mike's shirt. He was still wearing one of Clark's bright red t-shirts. He pushed it up and mumbled "off." Mike didn't hesitate to comply. While he was pulling the shirt over his head, Tom reached for the buttons on his jeans.
"I like your mouth on me, too," he explained at Mike's surprised look. "Besides," he shrugged, "wanna know what I taste like to you."
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They were on round three. They started with blowjobs, then Tom fucked Mike, and now Mike had his face -- or rather Tom's face -- buried in his own ass. Tom was panting as Mike loosened him up with his tongue. He had Tom on hands and knees as he fluttered little teasing licks across his hole, sliding his tongue up and down Tom's crack. Mike used his hands to hold Tom open as he licked across, up and down, around in circles. Over and over. When Tom started pushing back against his mouth, Mike pushed the tip of his tongue inside him. He loved it when Tom did that to him and had no doubt that Tom was enjoying it now.
"Fuck me," Tom gasped. "Now, Mike. Now, please ... god, just ... fuck me."
But Mike kept working him with his tongue, getting him loose and ready. He'd always admitted to being a little in love with himself, but he was surprised by how much he was getting off on rimming his own ass. He just couldn't get enough.
"Please, Mike." Tom was begging, looking over his shoulder with desperate eyes.
Mike reluctantly pulled back then grinned as he realized he was about to be insidehimself. He slid in slow and easy, but Tom pushed back and started fucking himself on his own cock.
"Told you I love your cock in my ass," Mike said as he grabbed Tom's hips and began angling his thrusts just right.
"Fuck," Tom yelled. "Jesus, Mike. Don't stop. Just ... don't stop."
Mike didn't even think of stopping, just kept hammering into him hard and fast. Deep, rough strokes. His grip on Tom's hips -- his hips -- bruised the pale flesh.
"Shit, Tom," he groaned. "I'm gonna ... fuck--" He felt his balls draw up tight and then he was coming inside his own ass. He pulled out and jerked himself, shooting the last few spurts onto Tom's ass. Then he dropped down and licked it off. He reached around Tom's hip and stroked him as he shoved his tongue back inside, licking at him, and sucking out his come.
Tom bit off his scream as he came all over Mike's hand and the couch beneath him. Mike kept licking and stroking him until Tom pushed him away gasping, "Give me a minute."
Mike smiled, wondering what Tom might be up for next.
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Three weeks later the only things that had changed were 1)Tom actually managed -- after some coaching from Mike, of course -- to pull off a passable Lex Luthor; 2) Mike convinced Tom that his ass -- that is the ass on Tom's body, with Mike's mind -- was indeed capable of stretching enough to accommodate a fist; and 3) Mike -- still in Tom's body, of course -- filed for a divorce (as it turned out, some of those emotions had stuck around).
Filming went on with no one the wiser about the body swap, which was impressive considering how much Tom's Lex sucked at first. But it was going okay and now they had a guest star on set -- Callum Keith Rennie. Mike had been looking forward to working with him for ages. Before everything had happened, he'd even been planning to drive out to the farm, just to watch Callum work. He almost never went out there just to watch Tom.
But this was Callum Keith Rennie. The man was amazing. Mike wanted to talk to him about acting and life and how he managed to bring so much to a character when only doing single guest spots and shifting from show to show. He wanted to know how awesome is was to play a Cylon on the best show on television. Honestly? Mike wanted to be him. He also just plain wanted him. So despite being stuck in Tom's body, he spent as much time on and off set with the guy as possible. When Callum invited him and Tom for a threesome, Mike said yes before he had a chance to realize that Callum was talking about golf.
And sure, Mike would hit the links with Tom now and then, but golf wasn't really his game. He was a hockey guy through and through. He'd thought about suggesting a little street game instead, but Tom was always so worried about getting hit in his pretty face that Mike figured what the hell? They could talk more during a round of 18 holes, right?
Callum smiled at Mike's acceptance of his offer and added that if they knew someone to join them as a fourth, to bring him along. Before Mike had a chance to tell Tom wanted to keep it just the three of them, Tom was already hanging up from inviting Jensen along and fuck if that wasn't bad news. Mike had his admirers, but next to Tom and Jensen he didn't think he'd be the one banging Callum the next night.
Then he remembered he was still in Tom's body and smiled. Maybe he'd get lucky after all.
The End
Fandom and Pairing: CW RPS (with a nod to Canada RPS); Michael Rosenbaum/Tom Welling plus a dab of Callum Keith Rennie
Prompt: Body swap
Name: Moosesal
Fic title: Self Love, with a Twist
Rating: NC-17.
Warning: I wrote a Canada RPS earlier this month for Rimming day. Apparently the three scenes there weren't quite enough rimming. So here there be rimming (is rimming a warning or an advertisement?) and a hint of felching (can you hint at felching? ) and a subtle reference to fisting. And then I had to throw in CKR because I've been dying to do the CW/Canada RPS cross over.
Everything was going great. They were just finishing up with the last scene on the schedule -- your average Lex and Clark argument in Lex's library -- when an explosion blew out the window behind the desk. An explosion that wasn't scripted, that is. At the flash of light and loud bang, Mike and Tom both dove under the desk and locked gazes. In that instant something happened and Mike realized he was looking at himself through Tom's eyes.
"What the fuck?" he muttered. His own face stared back at him, looking like he was about to pass out from shock.
The director walked over and said, "It's too late in the day to fix this now, guys. We'll have to finish the scene on Monday. Enjoy the weekend."
They both nodded as they continued staring at each other. Finally Tom pulled himself together enough to ask, "What just happened?"
"Tom?" Mike asked. He watched his own head nod. "Fuck."
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Mike was glad they didn't have to work like this -- not yet at least. He was confident in his acting skills and had no doubt he could pull of playing Clark Kent with ease. He was a Saturn award winner, after all. But Tom as Lex Luthor? He nearly laughed out loud. Tom was a pretty face and Mike loved him, but no way could he pull off portraying Lex.
But with those worries cast aside -- for now anyway, if they weren't fixed by Monday they'd deal with the problem then -- Mike was able to freak out a little. Tom was going to be seeing himself through Mike's eyes. He didn't know how much of himself was in the body, and how much was in his mind. If there were any hints of his feelings about Tom left over there, it was all over. They'd been fucking on and off for years, but it was strictly physical. Tom was married; he wasn't interested in more from Mike than the occasional fuck in his trailer.
They'd moved to Tom's trailer and Mike found himself studying his new face in the mirror -- man those were some luscious lips -- while Tom sat on the couch with his face in his hands. He didn't seem to be handling this very well.
"Hey," Mike said. "Relax. I'm sure it's only temporary."
"I'm stuck in your body!" Tom yelled at him and Mike was struck by the power of his voice. He'd watched himself on tape, but in person it was really impressive. No wonder the fans loved him. They way Tom flailed his arms around, however, was not quite as impressive. But Tom's words were more of a concern at the moment.
"What's wrong with my body?" he asked, slightly offended.
"It's ... it's ... you're bald! And short!" Tom was losing it. He never raised his voice and he'd never complained about Mike's body before.
"I'm not short, asshole. We just can't all be giants like you and Padalecki." Then he lowered his voice and mumbled, "Fucking models."
"Excuse me?" Tom was suddenly up in his face and if Mike wasn't already thinking about models with their egos and attitudes already, he would have been from Tom's actions now. "Did you forget how good your hearing is, Mikey?"
It went on like that for a while, each taking shots at the other, and Mike realized that instead of pissing him off more and more, the whole argument was making him amused and horny. He moved closer to Tom, so their bodies were almost touching and said, "Maybe I could help you better appreciate my body." As he spoke, he reached up and trailed the tips of his fingers over Tom's scalp and watched him shiver. Tom looked a lot like he had an hour earlier under Lex's desk -- pale and shocked.
"Y-y-you want to have sex? Like this?"
Mike didn't know his eyes could go quite so wide. He smiled Tom's sexy smile and said, "Why not? I mean who knows my body better than I do? I could make it so good for you, Tommy." His hand slipped down the back of Tom's head, around his neck, and to the opening of his button-down. He'd had a shirtless scene recently and his chest was smooth and bare.
As Mike reached for the first button Tom stepped back. "I'm not sure this is a good idea."
"It's not like it's the first time, Tom." He tried waggling his new eyebrows. "You know how much I love it when you blow me. Don't you wanna know just how amazing your lips feel wrapped around my cock?"
Tom swallowed and looked away from him. "I don't ... it's weird."
"I think it's hot." Mike stepped back into Tom's space and reached again for the buttons on his shirt. This time Tom let him. He opened the shirt slowly, one button at a time, letting the tips of his fingers tease at the smooth flesh of his chest as he went. Tom was shivering beneath his touch and when Mike pushed the shirt off his shoulders and leaned in to press his mouth to shoulder, collarbone, breastbone, Tom let out a soft whimper.
Mike raised his head again and brought their mouths together in a kiss. It was different, they both had their own way of kissing but doing it with new lips, new tongues, was strange. It didn't take them long to get the feel of it though.
Mike ran his hands up and down Tom's sides, from the edge of his pants to just under his arms and smiled against Tom's mouth as he squirmed. Mike was ticklish and he couldn't resist the opportunity to inflict his sensitivity on someone else.
"Stop." Tom twisted in his grasp.
"Sorry," Mike whispered against Tom's skin as he trailed his lips along his jaw up to his tear. He slid a hand up Tom's back and cupped the back of his head. "Let me make it up to you." He walked Tom back to the couch. Before Mike could push him down onto it, Tom reached for Mike's shirt. He was still wearing one of Clark's bright red t-shirts. He pushed it up and mumbled "off." Mike didn't hesitate to comply. While he was pulling the shirt over his head, Tom reached for the buttons on his jeans.
"I like your mouth on me, too," he explained at Mike's surprised look. "Besides," he shrugged, "wanna know what I taste like to you."
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They were on round three. They started with blowjobs, then Tom fucked Mike, and now Mike had his face -- or rather Tom's face -- buried in his own ass. Tom was panting as Mike loosened him up with his tongue. He had Tom on hands and knees as he fluttered little teasing licks across his hole, sliding his tongue up and down Tom's crack. Mike used his hands to hold Tom open as he licked across, up and down, around in circles. Over and over. When Tom started pushing back against his mouth, Mike pushed the tip of his tongue inside him. He loved it when Tom did that to him and had no doubt that Tom was enjoying it now.
"Fuck me," Tom gasped. "Now, Mike. Now, please ... god, just ... fuck me."
But Mike kept working him with his tongue, getting him loose and ready. He'd always admitted to being a little in love with himself, but he was surprised by how much he was getting off on rimming his own ass. He just couldn't get enough.
"Please, Mike." Tom was begging, looking over his shoulder with desperate eyes.
Mike reluctantly pulled back then grinned as he realized he was about to be insidehimself. He slid in slow and easy, but Tom pushed back and started fucking himself on his own cock.
"Told you I love your cock in my ass," Mike said as he grabbed Tom's hips and began angling his thrusts just right.
"Fuck," Tom yelled. "Jesus, Mike. Don't stop. Just ... don't stop."
Mike didn't even think of stopping, just kept hammering into him hard and fast. Deep, rough strokes. His grip on Tom's hips -- his hips -- bruised the pale flesh.
"Shit, Tom," he groaned. "I'm gonna ... fuck--" He felt his balls draw up tight and then he was coming inside his own ass. He pulled out and jerked himself, shooting the last few spurts onto Tom's ass. Then he dropped down and licked it off. He reached around Tom's hip and stroked him as he shoved his tongue back inside, licking at him, and sucking out his come.
Tom bit off his scream as he came all over Mike's hand and the couch beneath him. Mike kept licking and stroking him until Tom pushed him away gasping, "Give me a minute."
Mike smiled, wondering what Tom might be up for next.
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Three weeks later the only things that had changed were 1)Tom actually managed -- after some coaching from Mike, of course -- to pull off a passable Lex Luthor; 2) Mike convinced Tom that his ass -- that is the ass on Tom's body, with Mike's mind -- was indeed capable of stretching enough to accommodate a fist; and 3) Mike -- still in Tom's body, of course -- filed for a divorce (as it turned out, some of those emotions had stuck around).
Filming went on with no one the wiser about the body swap, which was impressive considering how much Tom's Lex sucked at first. But it was going okay and now they had a guest star on set -- Callum Keith Rennie. Mike had been looking forward to working with him for ages. Before everything had happened, he'd even been planning to drive out to the farm, just to watch Callum work. He almost never went out there just to watch Tom.
But this was Callum Keith Rennie. The man was amazing. Mike wanted to talk to him about acting and life and how he managed to bring so much to a character when only doing single guest spots and shifting from show to show. He wanted to know how awesome is was to play a Cylon on the best show on television. Honestly? Mike wanted to be him. He also just plain wanted him. So despite being stuck in Tom's body, he spent as much time on and off set with the guy as possible. When Callum invited him and Tom for a threesome, Mike said yes before he had a chance to realize that Callum was talking about golf.
And sure, Mike would hit the links with Tom now and then, but golf wasn't really his game. He was a hockey guy through and through. He'd thought about suggesting a little street game instead, but Tom was always so worried about getting hit in his pretty face that Mike figured what the hell? They could talk more during a round of 18 holes, right?
Callum smiled at Mike's acceptance of his offer and added that if they knew someone to join them as a fourth, to bring him along. Before Mike had a chance to tell Tom wanted to keep it just the three of them, Tom was already hanging up from inviting Jensen along and fuck if that wasn't bad news. Mike had his admirers, but next to Tom and Jensen he didn't think he'd be the one banging Callum the next night.
Then he remembered he was still in Tom's body and smiled. Maybe he'd get lucky after all.
The End