Chad and tom

Obligatory warnings and disclaimers:

1. If reading this is in any way illegal where you are or at your age, or you don't want to read about male/male relationships, go away. You shouldn't be here.

2. I don't know any of the celebrities mentioned here, but I've heard they're all straight. This story is not intended to suggest otherwise, as this is a fantasy that I had because I think Tom Welling and Chad Michael Murray are both pretty hot.

Comments can be sent to "dustyh75@hotmail.com"

Thanks.

The WB Network fall season launch party was in full swing, but Tom Welling was already bored. He'd been working double duty for weeks, finishing the filming for "The Fog" and starting filming for this season of "Smallville" at the same time, and he was starting to feel a little worn out. He needed to blow off steam, and PR parties with the same old industry people and the same old network people and all the other people he saw day in and day out on the set and at functions and at awards shows weren't really the kind of thing he had in mind.

He smirked. The kind of thing he had in mind wasn't the kind of thing his publicist did, though. He was tense, and jumpy, and honestly just needed to blow off some steam. He glanced at his watch, wondering how soon he'd be allowed to leave, go up to his hotel room several floors above this, and spend some quality time with himself.

"Past your bedtime, Smallville?" he heard behind him. The voice was only teasing, not mean, and he turned to see another WB star grinning at him.

"Hey, Chad," Tom said, smiling. Tom had met and chatted briefly with Chad Michael Murray at several of these events, but hadn't ever really talked or hung out. Their shows filmed in different places, and they hadn't ever done anything together outside of that. "What's up, dude?"

"Bored out of my mind," Chad said, rolling his eyes and taking another sip of his beer. "I swear, I'm grateful to the fans and all that, but these things get really annoying after a while. `Oh, Mr. Murray, I love the show. Oh, Mr. Murray, you were great House of Wax'. I just loved you!'"

Tom laughed.

"Hey, I thought you actually were great in that," he said, shrugging. He hadn't really been drinking, but Chad looked like he'd had at least a couple. He was grinning a lot, nodding at people, and his eyes looked a little glassy.

Tom hadn't ever really watched Chad's show, but he'd remembered him as kind of lanky, a tall, thin blond. Looking at him now, though, it looked like he'd kind of bulked up a little. He was wearing a t-shirt under a denim jacket, and he looked like he was filling it out pretty well. Tom felt a stirring he hadn't felt in a while, but figured there wouldn't be anything coming of it. Chad was married. So, for that matter, was Tom. Still, Chad was nice to look at, and what he said next started the wheels in Tom's head turning.

"I wish I could get out of here," Chad sighed.

"The door's right there," Tom said, shrugging.

"Yeah, but where am I gonna go?" Chad shrugged. "I'm just tired of hanging out at these things, and if I go anywhere else it's gonna be the same thing.

I want to go somewhere quiet and just hang out and do something normal like watch TV or shoot some hoops or something, but I don't know where to do any of that here. I mean, I could go back to my hotel, but I'd feel like a loser just sitting around my room by myself."

"I thought you were married to, um," Tom fumbled, trying to remember who else worked on Chad's show. He had enough trouble keeping up with all the guest stars and cast changes on his own show.

"Sophia," Chad said, rolling his eyes. "She never wants to leave these things. There's always someone else she wants to talk to and someone she wants to try to make a deal with and some movie she wants to be in, and I just don't feel like listening to that shit, you know? I need, like, a night off or something."

"I know the feeling," Tom agreed. "I signed so many damn autographs before I think my hand's numb."

"Dude!" Chad agreed, not dazzling Tom with his intellect. "That's what I'm talking about!"

Tom finished his water and set it down on a table near them, wondering if this could really work out. He was married, and he loved his wife, but he loved fooling around, too. He hadn't been with a guy since Ian Somerhalder guest starred for a string of episodes a couple years ago, and Ian had been in Tom's trailer four or five times a day. He didn't really think Chad swung that way, but with enough beer in him it might be worth giving a try.

"You know, you could come back to my room," Tom suggested offhandedly. "Hang out, hit the minibar, take a night off from being teen idols."

"Seriously?" Chad asked, grinning even wider.

"Yeah, I'm right upstairs and I wanted to get out of here, too," Tom said, shrugging again. "Come on up."

Twenty minutes later Chad was rummaging through the minibar in one room while Tom sat on the bed, shoes off, and flipped through the channels on the television.

"You want anything? There's like ten different kinds of beer in here," Chad yelled.

"No, I'm good," Tom answered, stretching. He reached up and undid a couple of buttons on his shirt, exposing a little more of his tan, muscular chest, and leaned back on the pillows, making sure he was on one side of the bed. Chad walked in and glanced at the television.

"Sportscenter?" he asked, sipping on a bottle of beer. Tom watched his throat working as he swallowed and smiled to himself, his blue eyes glistening under his dark hair.

"Sure," Tom answered, letting the television stop. He nodded at Chad. "Take off your jacket, man. Stay a while."

Chad chuckled a little and shrugged out of his denim jacket, shifting the bottle from hand to hand as he went. He looked around and dropped the jacket on a chair, took another long swallow of beer, and went back to staring at the television.

"You can sit down if you want, too," Tom said, laughing. "I thought we were going to relax and kick back for a while."

Chad chuckled again as Tom patted the empty side of the bed. Kicking off his shoes, he climbed carefully up the other side, lurching a little, before settling against the giant pile of pillows at the end. Tom flicked off the lights, and the two of them sat in the dark, watching the flickering screen.

"This is exactly what I was looking for," Chad sighed, taking another sip from the bottle. "It's nice, and quiet, and you're really cool."

Tom grinned again, realizing that Chad was pretty drunk. The party had been going for hours, and he must have been drinking the whole time. Now he appeared to be getting to that listless, lightheaded state of mind when guys started to get really friendly and really suggestible, and that was right where Tom wanted him to be.

Tom was drinking a beer, his first of the night, and they were watching the television for a while when Chad broke the silence.

"How come we never hang out?" he asked, sighing.

"I don't really know," Tom answered. He needed to move this along a little faster, before Chad passed out completely. Watching carefully, he waited until Chad was taking another sip of beer and then he innocently shifted, as if trying to get more comfortable.

"Shit!" Chad yelped, spilling some beer onto his t-shirt.

"Dude, I'm sorry!" Tom said quickly, jumping up. "Let me grab you a towel."

"It's no problem," Chad said, brushing at his chest as if he could flick the beer off. "I'm all wet."

"Yeah, and you're all drunk," Tom said, grinning widely as he walked back into the room with a towel. Leaning over, he began to blot Chad's chest with it. Chad just held up a hand, trying to stop him, but Tom just pushed past it, watching the whole time. Chad didn't seem to suspect anything, but he wasn't quite in his right mind. "This isn't working."

"Huh?" Chad asked, blinking.

"Your shirt's still all wet," Tom said, carefully removing the beer bottle from Chad's hand. There was no point in having him spill it all over the bed. "Take it off and I'll grab you another one."

"Yeah, ok," Chad answered, leaning forward. He didn't really know Tom that well, but they were both guys, just hanging out. This was the kind of stuff guys hanging out did, and in his clouded state it all seemed completely innocent. Chad fumbled at the bottom of his shirt for a few seconds before pulling it over his head and handing it to Tom.

Tom swallowed as he saw Chad's chest come into view. He'd been working out a lot, clearly, since the few times Tom had seen that show. Where he'd had smooth pecs before, now they bulged out a little, rounded, above a ripple of abs. Lower, a trail of blond hair led from his belly button into the top of his khakis, but it was Chad's nipples that really got Tom's attention. They were huge, round and pinkish, and the tips looked a little hard. Tom hadn't ever seen a guy with nipples that big before, and he was curious about what they'd feel like.

Tom walked over to the closet and pretended to rummage around in it for a minute before sighing loudly.

"Damn."

"What?" Chad asked, glancing away from the television for a second.

"You're not going to believe this, but I don't have any shirts," Tom said, turning around with his patented television "aw shucks" grin in place. "I forgot that I sent everything down to the laundry right before the party."

"Now what am I going to do?" Chad asked, looking down at his bare chest. "I can't go back downstairs like this. Girls'll be all over me."

I bet, Tom thought.

"Just stay here until your shirt dries," Tom said, hanging the shirt on the back of a chair. "You don't want to go down there all covered in wet beer, either. There's press people down there."

"Yeah, I guess," Chad sighed. Tom noticed Chad's bottle was almost empty.

"Let me make it up to you," Tom said, still playing the contrite friend. "Let me get you another beer."

"That'd be great," Chad slurred, waving his bottle at Tom.

Ten minutes later Chad was almost done with a second beer. He'd been slowly sinking into the pillows, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and Tom decided it was time to make a move. He wasn't usually the aggressor with guys. Hell, he wasn't usually with guys, period, but back in his modeling days guys had come onto him and he'd been willing to give it a try. Now he just went with what felt good, and he was pretty sure Chad would be just what he needed right now.

"You know, I saw you in some stuff before, and you weren't really that big," Tom said carefully, gesturing at Chad's torso with his hand. "You been working out?"

"Yeah," Chad answered proudly, flexing a little. "I decided that I wanted to, you know, bulk up a little."

"You did a really good job," Tom said appreciatively, leaning a little closer. Chad didn't seem to notice. "I mean, look at your abs, and your chest."

"Thanks, Tom," Chad said, grinning and basking in the praise of his new friend. He'd been hitting the gym a lot between seasons, and it was nice to see someone notice.

"It's too bad about those little spots, though," Tom said, grinning impishly.

"Little spots?" Chad asked, looking down at his bare chest again.

"Yeah, all those little freckles," Tom answered, giggling. He reached out a fingertip. "You know, here, and here, and here."

Chad squirmed away from Tom's pointing finger, giggling, almost slipping off the bed.

"Knock it off," he giggling, blushing.

"You're ticklish!" Tom burst, lunging for him with both hands. He began to tickle Chad as Chad laughed and squirmed and tried to get away, drunk enough for it to seem fun. Chad started to slide down the bed, bucking, and Tom ended up sitting on top of him, holding down both his hands so Chad couldn't keep slapping him away. "I'm going to call Tiger Beat, and Seventeen, and Teen People! I'm going to tell the world! Chad Michael Murray is ticklish."

"Stop!" Chad laughed, twisting and bucking underneath him, both of them panting. "Stop, I mean it. I'm gonna throw up."

Tom smiled down at him.

"OK," he said, dark hair hanging just over his eyes, grinning. His hands were resting on Chad's chest now, feeling the curving pecs rise and fall with his breathing, and he shifted one down until he could feel the tip of Chad's nipple by the end of his thumb. "No more tickling."

"Thanks," Chad sighed, closing his eyes for a second. He felt Tom's hand move, just a little, and he squirmed as it brushed over his nipple. His nipples were extremely sensitive, something he was quick to clue girls into, and it stiffened immediately from just that touch. He thought it was just an accident, but then he felt Tom's thumb brush it again, starting to circle around it. It felt... good. "Oh."

Tom watched Chad's face intently, waiting to see how far this could go before Chad realized they weren't wrestling any more, and what his reaction would be. Tom continued running his thumb around Chad's stiff nipple, rubbing the areola, and started thumbing the other as well. Beneath him, Chad sighed again, shifting a little, as Tom rubbed both of his sensitive nubs.

"Tom?" Chad whispered, his eyes still closed.

"Yeah?" Tom answered, still rubbing, faster now. He could see Chad start to respond, little waves flickering across his face. He was drunk, his defenses were down, and Tom was working on something that was clearly a very erotic area for him.

"What are you, oh," Chad sighed, his chest arching up as Tom lightly pinched his tit. "Oh, God, what are you, shit, what are you doing?"

"You wanted to relax, right?" Tom whispered, leaning down. He slid down Chad's body a little, bringing their faces closer together, and he knew Chad could feel his breath on him. The whole time, he kept working Chad's nipples, rubbing them and giving both a light pinch every few seconds.

"Yeah," Chad sighed, dizzy. He shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be letting Tom touch him like this, but he was so dizzy and out of it and it felt so good.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Tom whispered, his voice husky.

"Unh, yeah," Chad panted. His chest was on fire now, his nipples so hard he could feel them throbbing and that meant his cock was hard, too. He could feel Tom sitting on it, and the pressure drove him nuts. He felt it rubbing against his boxers every time he shifted, and every time Tom pinched his nips he had to shift. "Oh, God."

"Yeah," Tom sighed, leaning down. He leaned forward, reaching out with his tongue, and flicked it over the top of Chad's hard, tanned nipple. Chad bucked up so hard he almost threw Tom off the bed.

"Unnnnh!" Chad grunted, squeezing his eyes closed. His hands flew up to Tom's shoulders as he wordlessly tugged, urging him on.

Tom licked the nipple again, blowing on it in between, watching it get even stiffer, and Chad bucked again beneath him, tossing his head from side to side. Leaning down, Tom began an all out assault on Chad's chest, licking and sucking at his nipple, pulling the tip into his mouth and catching it in his teeth for a second. Chad's hands dug at his shoulders, tugging and pulling, his words degenerating into continuous moans. All thoughts of right and wrong and boys and girls and everything else drifted out of Chad's inebriated mind as he surrendered to the sharp waves of pleasure drifting up from his chest.

Chad was so distracted by the work Tom was doing on his nipples, moving back and forth from one to the other, that he didn't notice Tom's hand sliding down his abs, gently tracing their curves before it settled onto his khakis and gave his throbbing cock a hard, firm squeeze in his pants.

"Oh, God!" Chad yelped, pushing his head back into the pillows, arching his chest up into Tom's hot mouth as Tom groped him. His hips pushed at Tom's hand, and Tom could feel a thick, hard cock in Chad's pants. He traced the shaft with his fingers as he continued to suck on Chad's nips, licking back and forth between them over the curves of his chest, and then began to rhythmically squeeze it, slowly pumping Chad's cock through his pants and boxers.

"You like that?" Tom whispered, licking his way up Chad's neck, one hand tugging a firm, rubbery nipple away from his chest while the other continued to jerk off his hard cock. "You like that, Chad?"

Chad didn't hesitate, lost in the feelings washing over him.

"Fuck yes," he panted, opening his eyes to look right into Tom's. Tom's face hovered right above his, Tom's breath falling on his mouth. "Fuck, yes, Tom."

"Good," Tom grunted, jamming his tongue into Chad's mouth.

Chad groaned as he felt a hot load spill into his pants.

To be continued, I guess, if people like it.