Jim woke up shivering. He opened his eyes slowly and reached out for the two men that had shared his bed the night before. Both were gone. The pleasant memory of last night was quickly dashed, as thoughts of Matt stealing away with Tom tore through Jim's heart. He'd seen the whispering between the two. His insecurities were back in full force as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and groped around for his robe.
Glancing over at the bed across from him, he saw Joe, Mike and Kyle still entangled with one another fast asleep. Jim crept into the bathroom and showered, trying to push thoughts of his lover and the hunky Tom Welling out of his mind. He dressed quickly and walked into the living room to find the three younger boys also snuggled together sleeping. Andy was cuddled against David's chest, with Greg spooned behind him. Jim began to feel bitter, knowing he woke up cold and alone.
As he was bout to leave the room, he noticed a note on the table by the door, scribbled on a piece of hotel stationary. It read:
Went to gym on 3 to workout. Tom
Jim hurried out the door and down the hallway to the bank of elevators. His heart was racing. He knew where he was headed. Part of him was angry and wanted to catch Matt and Tom in the act, the other part feared what finding them together could me. Running his hand through his blonde hair, he stepped on the elevator and stabbed at the three button. Matt and Jim had shared various lovers, but as far as he knew, Matt had never fallen for any of them. Jim longed for the two of them to settle down and be an exclusive couple, but he didn't dare tell Matt for fear he would lose him. The ding of the elevator broke Jim's thoughts. He saw a metal sign at the end of the hall indicating the direction of the gym and walked slowly towards a pair of glass doors.
The front desk was empty. To his left was another short corridor. He turned and stopped dead in his tracks when he came across a sweaty Tom Welling running on a treadmill...alone. Tom shot him one of his patented grins when he realized he was not alone. Jim blushed feeling foolish for having rushed down to spy on his lover.
"He isn't here", Tom called out, slightly short of breath.
"Who isn't here?" Jim tried to sound nonchalant.
"Matt", Tom beamed, slowing down his pace.
"Oh. I wasn't looking for him. I came to work out", Jim lied.
Tom eyed the man suspiciously, observing he was wearing the dress slacks from last night and expensive leather shoes.
"Oh."
Jim realized how foolish he must have seemed to Tom when he became aware of the fact that he wasn't dressed for a workout.
"You should take off your shoes. They probably won't allow them on the equipment."
Tom came to a complete stop, panting slightly. He grabbed a hotel issue white towel and wiped his brow. Sweat caused his hair to be plastered to his scalp and glistened on his torso, arms and chest. He wore a pair of red running shorts with a white stripe up the side that left nothing to the imagination. His feet were covered with a pair of white crew socks. Tom walked over to Jim circling him until he came to a stop behind him.
"You should take of your shirt and pants as well. You wouldn't want them to get dirty", he whispered.
Warm breath spilled over Jim's neck. He felt the hairs there stand to attention. His cock twitched, even as he reminded himself that this was the guy he was jealous of.
Tom reached around him and began to unbutton his shirt.
"What do you like to do?" He asked seductively. "Pump iron?" He asked, bringing his hips forward suggestively.
Jim shut his eyes briefly. His head was spinning and the other one was getting hard as a rock.
"I should go." Jim looked around the small room that masqueraded as a gym. There were four treadmills, a couple of benches and some weights and two doors marked sauna and showers.
"But I thought you wanted a workout", Tom purred, unbuttoning the last button of the man's shirt.
He pulled and let it flutter to the ground. Tom ran his hand down Jim's flank.
"Maybe we could work on these love handles", Tom whispered against the older man's ear.
Jim snatched away. He stooped down to get his shirt and was grasped by two strong hands and backed against the wall. Tom's emerald eyes searched Jim's crystal blue one.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't making fun of you. You're so hot" Tom sputtered.
Jim felt all his emotions breaking. He bit his lip fighting to contain them.
"I'm not. I'm nothing like you. You're right, I'm fat and out of shape and it's no wonder Matt doesn't want me."
"Hey... hey. What makes you think Matt doesn't want you? And I never said you were fat." Tom placed one huge hand on Jim's cheek, trying to console him.
"It's just that Matt stays in shape and I saw your note and thought you were together...and you two seemed so close last night. Why would he want me, when he could have you?" Jim cried.
Cupping the other side of the agent's face with his other hand, he pulled the blonde in for a brief kiss.
"Matt loves you. And I want you so bad right now. Matt and I were talking about something that happened last night. He didn't want to worry you, but I think you should know."
"Was it something that happened between the two of you in the bathroom at the party?" Jim asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
"No silly", Tom laughed, leaning in for another kiss. "Your friend, the fat guy you used to work with was hassling Matt in the bathroom. I walked in and broke it up."
Jim stared at Tom in disbelief.
"Why didn't he tell me?"
"He was afraid you'd go after the guy in a fit of anger and cause problems for you and he."
Jim shut his eyes. He realized how foolish and insecure he had been. He was so absorbed in self-pity that he didn't realize his lover was distressed and needed him.
"Do you know where Matt is now?" Jim asked.
"No. I don't. He said there was something he had to do. Look Jim, Matt doesn't want you to jeopardize your career. You are managing a lot of hot young talent. If word leaks out about your sexual preferences, you might lose a lot of clients who don't want there name associated with a gay agent. We all have images to protect. Matt is trying to protect yours."
"But if Chad suspects, he could make trouble for us. He was always sniffing around my clients and me. He's a closet queer himself. He's just afraid to admit it."
"Let's deal with that later. Chances are you'll never hear from him again. Now...how about that workout?"
Tom pressed his body against the blondes, still cupping his face. He pulled Jim's face to his and sucked luscious lips into his mouth. Jim moaned into the mouth of the buff actor. His hands wandered over the bare chiseled chest and traced the six-pack down to the waistband of his shorts. He let his arms wrap around the brunette's waist and down the back of his shorts.
Jim let out a tiny gasp when he realized the Smallville star wasn't wearing any underwear. He cupped the firm cheeks of the Superhero's ass and was rewarded in similar fashion as Tom kneaded the agent's cheeks through his slacks.
"Take them off", Tom moaned.
Tom led Jim over to the benches where the weights were and gently laid him on his back Spreading his legs, the Smallville star began to fist the blondes rapidly expanding erection. Sweat glistened on the muscular body of the brunette. He leaned down and kissed Jim softly on the mouth and whispered,
"This is going to be the best workout I've ever had" "Mmmmmm, yes," Jim replied, enjoying the feel of the younger man's chest pressed against his own. Both men's skin glistened with sweat as Tom reached between them and began to jerk them both of with his huge hand. He slide seductively down the agent's body till his mouth was over Jim's swollen shaft deep throating him while using his hand to stroke himself. Jim's torso squirmed under the careful ministrations of Tom's tongue and teeth. His hips snapped forward when he felt large fingers circling his hole. His whole body tingled and he relished the smell of arousal and perspiration that filled his nostrils. Jim raised his head slightly and was rewarded with the beautiful sight of Tom's head bobbing back and forth as his soft ruby lips took his sex all the way in his mouth and slid it out again. Jim began to pump his hips faster, fucking the young actors mouth. He let out a loud groan, clenched his teeth and grunted as Tom used his teeth and tongue to coax him into completion. Tom withdrew his mouth from around Jim's leaking cock with a loud smacking sound. He pulled the blonde up in one fluid motion and bent him over the bench.
Tom let out a long hissing sound as he knelt down and tongued the gorgeous buttocks before him. He reached over and rubbed, pinched, squeezed and spanked every inch. He pressed his face into his crack and teased it again with the tip of his nose and his tongue.
Jim moaned, and grunted again, and his body jerked as the skillful tongue was replace with one finger, then another and then a third. He rocked back against the digits that stretched him. He felt Tom lean over him and his thick shaft nudging at his entrance.
"Want you", Tom whispered against his ear.
"Take me", Jim cried.
Jim felt bolts of electricity course through his body and straight to his cock as the WB hunk slowly pushed his way inside of him. Grasping the agent by the hips, he pressed forward, pounding in and out of the blonde at a steady rhythm.
"Touch yourself", Tom commanded and Jim complied.
He reached between his legs and stroked his cock from tip to base, fondling his heavy balls and rolling them in the palm of his hand. Tom continued to punish his ass with hard thrusts in and out of him. Jim let out a groan as pleasure and pain assaulted his senses all at once.
Tom slowed down, worried that he was hurting the man beneath him.
"Don't stop", Jim cried between breaths.
Tom growled and slammed into the tight sheath. He pulled almost out and slammed back in again, driven by the cries of delight from the blonde.
"Fuck", Tom cried as his rhythm became unsteady and he felt his orgasm overtaking him.
Jim jacked himself harder, wanting to come simultaneously with Tom. One final thrust and Tom's body quaked as his warm seed filled the agent. A low hiss and Jim joined him, grunting a he shot his load over his hand. Tom kissed Jim's back and neck. Reaching for his towel, he pulled out, cleaning himself first and then Jim.
"You're beautiful", he whispered in Jim's ear. "If you ever want a serious workout, give me a call."
Tom gathered their clothing and the two dressed quickly and exited before anyone caught them.
"I meant what I said", Tom began as they rode the elevator back to their room. "If you're concerned about your body, I'd be happy to act as your personal trainer."
"Thanks", Jim smiled, rising up on his toes to steal a final kiss from Tom. "I'll definitely take you up on that."