Tommy's Tin (or Let Me Call You Smutbox, I'm in Love with You)
Title: Tommy's Tin (or Let Me Call You Smutbox, I'm in Love with You)
Author: moosesal
Rating: Adult
Fandom: Smallville RPS
Pairing: Tom Welling/Michael Rosenbaum
Artwork: miss_tress
Mike stepped into the trailer and grinned at Tom. "Hey."
Tom looked up and returned his smile. "Hey. How was your trip?"
"Not bad. Brought you a present." He tossed a metal box at Tom who reached up and caught it before it whacked him in the head. "It was actually a gift for me, but I figured it was really intended for you."
"For me?" He looked down at the image of Superman on the side of the metal lunch box and rolled his eyes. "Fuck you. I am NOT Superman or Clark Kent or--"
His words were cut off by a hand to his lips as Mike straddled him on the couch. "No, you're not. But you are my smutbox."
"Excuse me?" Tom quirked an eyebrow.
"Open the box, Tommy boy." Mike grinned and Tom opened the box then quickly closed it again.
"You've got to be kidding me."
***
"Sooooo my little smutbox--"
"I swear to god if you don't stop calling me--Mmph." Mike cut him off with a wet kiss and a hand on his crotch.
"What do you want to try today?" It had only taken a week of whispering dirty comments to him between takes, before Mike managed to convince Tom to try some of the more tame items in the box. They'd started with the lube because Mike figured that was a given. It was something they already used regularly, so using the stuff in 'Tommy's Tin' as he'd taken to calling it -- while reserving 'smutbox' for Tom himself -- was no big deal. And Mike had tried out the pocket pussy on his own ... twice. It was nice, but it wasn't his smutbox.
Tom had pretty much vetoed the whip the moment he saw it. But Mike was confident he could change his mind eventually (maybe if Tom got to be the one wielding the whip) and he was still holding out hope for the cock ring even though Tom had said no every time he'd asked. (He'd asked 6 times so far.) But Mike figured he just had to get Tom in the right mood and 'prime the pump,' so to speak.
***
"Jesus," Mike moaned. "You're so fuckin' tight."
Tom answered with his own moan and pushed back against Mike.
"My tight little smutbox. Always so hot and ready for me." He thrust in harder and Tom groaned "fuck me." Mike, of course, was happy to oblige.
"You like it when I fuck your tight ass and you like it when I call you my smutbox. Don't you, Tommy?" Mike pushed all the way in and held himself there, groin tight against Tom's ass. "Come on, answer me." Tom whimpered. He fucking whimpered and whispered "yes."
"What was that? I can't hear you, smutbox." Mike slid back, almost all the way out, then stopped and held Tom's hips.
"Yes." Tom spoke louder this time.
Mike slammed back in then stilled again. "Yes, what?"
Tom dropped his head to his arms and said, "Yes. I like it when you fuck me."
Mike ran his hands along Tom's sides just hard enough not to tickle. "And when I call you smutbox?"
He felt Tom tighten around him and grinned when Tom gasped out, "Yes.... Yes, I like it ... I like it when you call me smutbox." Mike's grin turned to laughter when Tom looked over his shoulder and demanded, "Now fuck me already."
Under normal circumstances he would have. But these weren't normal circumstances. That damned box had put all kinds of dirty thoughts in his head. He wanted to live up to this reputation he seemed to have.
Mike pulled out completely and smacked Tom's ass. "Turn over."
They didn't fuck face-to-face often. It was too personal and tended to remind Mike that Tom wasn't really his. But right now he found himself wanting to prove that that wasn't totally true. Tom might be married, but Mike definitely owned a piece of him that no one else ever got to see.
Or touch.
Or fuck.
Or call 'smutbox' without getting slugged for their trouble.
"Hey. You okay?" Mike looked down to find Tom staring up at him, concern in his eyes. "You disappeared on me for a minute."
"Sorry. Just thinking about what I'm gonna do to you with the contents of that box." He grinned and Tom groaned.
"You are not putting that cock ring on me."
"But Tommy--" Mike pouted.
"It's purple," Tom protested.
"Clark Kent would wear it for Lex." Mike batted his eyes and pushed his bottom lip out.
"Don't do that to me, asshole. You know I hate that shit. I'm not Clark, but even if I were, I still wouldn't wear it. Clark only wears red, yellow, and blue."
"So if I exchange it for red--"
"I'm not wearing a cock ring." Tom had his resolve face on and while that look tended to make Mike hotter and harder, he knew that when Tom reached that point, his own arousal was forgotten.
Mike traced the lines of Tom's chest and abs with his eyes and stopped at Tom's flagging cock. That just wouldn't do. He grabbed the lube and slicked up his fingers before sliding three inside Tom with little warning.
"I just thought it'd help keep you from coming too soon while I work you open--" he pumped his fingers in and out "-- for my fist."
Tom's eyes widened and he reached down to grab the base of his cock. "Get the damn ring," he muttered between clenched teeth.
Mike leaned down and kissed Tom. "You won't regret this, baby."
"Smutbox," Tom corrected, his cheeks blushing. "Call me smutbox." He spread his legs wider and looked straight into Mike's eyes before tipping his head back and closing his eyes.
It was going to be a good night.
The End
Author: moosesal
Rating: Adult
Fandom: Smallville RPS
Pairing: Tom Welling/Michael Rosenbaum
Artwork: miss_tress
Mike stepped into the trailer and grinned at Tom. "Hey."
Tom looked up and returned his smile. "Hey. How was your trip?"
"Not bad. Brought you a present." He tossed a metal box at Tom who reached up and caught it before it whacked him in the head. "It was actually a gift for me, but I figured it was really intended for you."
"For me?" He looked down at the image of Superman on the side of the metal lunch box and rolled his eyes. "Fuck you. I am NOT Superman or Clark Kent or--"
His words were cut off by a hand to his lips as Mike straddled him on the couch. "No, you're not. But you are my smutbox."
"Excuse me?" Tom quirked an eyebrow.
"Open the box, Tommy boy." Mike grinned and Tom opened the box then quickly closed it again.
"You've got to be kidding me."
***
"Sooooo my little smutbox--"
"I swear to god if you don't stop calling me--Mmph." Mike cut him off with a wet kiss and a hand on his crotch.
"What do you want to try today?" It had only taken a week of whispering dirty comments to him between takes, before Mike managed to convince Tom to try some of the more tame items in the box. They'd started with the lube because Mike figured that was a given. It was something they already used regularly, so using the stuff in 'Tommy's Tin' as he'd taken to calling it -- while reserving 'smutbox' for Tom himself -- was no big deal. And Mike had tried out the pocket pussy on his own ... twice. It was nice, but it wasn't his smutbox.
Tom had pretty much vetoed the whip the moment he saw it. But Mike was confident he could change his mind eventually (maybe if Tom got to be the one wielding the whip) and he was still holding out hope for the cock ring even though Tom had said no every time he'd asked. (He'd asked 6 times so far.) But Mike figured he just had to get Tom in the right mood and 'prime the pump,' so to speak.
***
"Jesus," Mike moaned. "You're so fuckin' tight."
Tom answered with his own moan and pushed back against Mike.
"My tight little smutbox. Always so hot and ready for me." He thrust in harder and Tom groaned "fuck me." Mike, of course, was happy to oblige.
"You like it when I fuck your tight ass and you like it when I call you my smutbox. Don't you, Tommy?" Mike pushed all the way in and held himself there, groin tight against Tom's ass. "Come on, answer me." Tom whimpered. He fucking whimpered and whispered "yes."
"What was that? I can't hear you, smutbox." Mike slid back, almost all the way out, then stopped and held Tom's hips.
"Yes." Tom spoke louder this time.
Mike slammed back in then stilled again. "Yes, what?"
Tom dropped his head to his arms and said, "Yes. I like it when you fuck me."
Mike ran his hands along Tom's sides just hard enough not to tickle. "And when I call you smutbox?"
He felt Tom tighten around him and grinned when Tom gasped out, "Yes.... Yes, I like it ... I like it when you call me smutbox." Mike's grin turned to laughter when Tom looked over his shoulder and demanded, "Now fuck me already."
Under normal circumstances he would have. But these weren't normal circumstances. That damned box had put all kinds of dirty thoughts in his head. He wanted to live up to this reputation he seemed to have.
Mike pulled out completely and smacked Tom's ass. "Turn over."
They didn't fuck face-to-face often. It was too personal and tended to remind Mike that Tom wasn't really his. But right now he found himself wanting to prove that that wasn't totally true. Tom might be married, but Mike definitely owned a piece of him that no one else ever got to see.
Or touch.
Or fuck.
Or call 'smutbox' without getting slugged for their trouble.
"Hey. You okay?" Mike looked down to find Tom staring up at him, concern in his eyes. "You disappeared on me for a minute."
"Sorry. Just thinking about what I'm gonna do to you with the contents of that box." He grinned and Tom groaned.
"You are not putting that cock ring on me."
"But Tommy--" Mike pouted.
"It's purple," Tom protested.
"Clark Kent would wear it for Lex." Mike batted his eyes and pushed his bottom lip out.
"Don't do that to me, asshole. You know I hate that shit. I'm not Clark, but even if I were, I still wouldn't wear it. Clark only wears red, yellow, and blue."
"So if I exchange it for red--"
"I'm not wearing a cock ring." Tom had his resolve face on and while that look tended to make Mike hotter and harder, he knew that when Tom reached that point, his own arousal was forgotten.
Mike traced the lines of Tom's chest and abs with his eyes and stopped at Tom's flagging cock. That just wouldn't do. He grabbed the lube and slicked up his fingers before sliding three inside Tom with little warning.
"I just thought it'd help keep you from coming too soon while I work you open--" he pumped his fingers in and out "-- for my fist."
Tom's eyes widened and he reached down to grab the base of his cock. "Get the damn ring," he muttered between clenched teeth.
Mike leaned down and kissed Tom. "You won't regret this, baby."
"Smutbox," Tom corrected, his cheeks blushing. "Call me smutbox." He spread his legs wider and looked straight into Mike's eyes before tipping his head back and closing his eyes.
It was going to be a good night.
The End