Membership has it's privileges, at leasts that's what Tom was thinking while Mike was muttered something about partners into the hollow of his throat and mentioned something about joint ventures but his hand was sliding down Tom's torso and Tom really couldn't hear anything but the rush of blood pounding in his ears. He decided to worry about the terms of their partnership when Mike was through showing him the perks. Tom definitely knew if being pushed down on the plush carpeting of a winding staircase and getting licked and kissed all over his mouth, his jawline and neck were part of the deal, then hell yeah, he was in.
He still wasn't clear what his clean shaven costar was proposing exactly and he really didn't care. Mikes hands had worked their way under the layers of shirt, turtleneck and tee and were playing with his nipples. Tom spread his legs wantonly and Mike seemed to fit right there between them. Fit in a way Jamie never had. His touches were sure not timid. Mike seemed to know his body intimately, even though they'd never touched this way before.
Tom's hands decided to do a little exploring of their own, first cupping the bald dome of his costar. Tom ran his hand along the smooth pate feeling velvety stubble beginning to sprout. He toyed with the little knob at the back of Mike's head. It had always fascinated him. Mike's mouth was on his again and Tom used his hand to push Mike deeper into his mouth. Their tongues collided and danced around each other. Tom felt like he was being swallowed whole. Mike was pressing into him urgently and Tom helped him by sliding a hand down his back and cupping his ass, pressing him forward still.
The kiss was broken and Tom's layers were wrucked up above his chest and Mike began an assault of teeth and tongue on Tom's chest. Tom managed to slide a hand down Rosenbaum's jeans which was no easy feat considering how tight they were. Tom smiled when he was pleasantly surprised by the fact that Mike was going commando. He let a finger glide up and down Mike's crease. Mike moaned and clamped down on Tom's ever hardening nipples. Tom groaned and dragged his hand out of Mike's pants long enough to shuck off his cumbersome upper layers of clothing and reach between he and his costar and unbuckle both their pants.
Mike released his vice grip on Welling's nipple long enough to slide out of his pants and kick away his shoes before thrusting down Tom's pants as well. Clothing and shoes scattered along the landing of the stairs. Mike knelt back and stared in awe of Tom whose body was strewn across the last four stairs, legs splayed open and panting heavily.
"You're beautiful," Mike marveled, before crawling back between Tom's legs and working his way back up to the swollen pink lips that seemed to beg for more kisses.
Tom had tried to return the compliment but his lips became otherwise engaged. The stairs were becoming problematic not because of the discomfort but because it was almost impossible for Tom to make full body contact with his costar. He arched his back and hips up and Mike slid one leg over his and problem solved. With the smaller man trapping Tom's right thigh between his own, Tom was able to pull him closer, rotating his hips to increase the contact. Tom reached between them and grabbed both their cocks, grateful for his huge hands. He stroked their shafts firmly in his fist. Mike was pushing against him, moaning, eyes shut and riding his thigh like a rodeo star. He muttered something against his lips and pressed his mouth frantically against Tom's. Mike's undulations were getting faster and more erratic and it finally clicked what Mike had muttered. Tom sped up his strokes. His lover's body was practically vibrating and he was kissing Tom so fiercely that he almost couldn't breathe.
"Wait for me Mike," Tom grunted.
His hand glided up and down their slick shafts faster and faster, he was almost there. Tom marveled at Mike. How beautiful he was as he reached his climax. He felt the warm sticky fluid bubble over his clenched fist. It was the throaty growl and perfect "O" shape of his mouth that brought Tom to the brink of his own orgasm. He felt his balls tighten and his back arch involuntarily. He wrapped his arm tighter around Mike for fear he might actually throw him. Mike was already trembling from wave after wave of aftershocks when Tom joined him, feeling his own seed trickle down his knuckles and mix with Mike's. He squeezed their shafts together and let his head fall back on the steps.
Mike lay spent and panting against Tom's chest. Tom smoothed a hand up and down the older man's back, dipping his head and placing kisses against the velvety stubbles of the head resting against his shoulder. They lay there awhile, Mike almost drifting asleep to the steady rhythm of Tom's heart; Tom enjoying the firm warm body covering his own.
"So," Mike finally asked, "you in?"
"What do you think?" Tom smiled before pulling his new lover up for a deal sealing kiss.