Warnings and Disclaimers Vancouver, B.C. is pure fantasy and written for entertainment purposes only. I do not claim to know the sexual orientation of any of the parties mentioned.
Eric Johnson lay in his bedroom staring at the invitation. Although he currently called Hollywood his home, he still maintained his Vancouver townhouse and frequently came back to town sans his new bride. He wondered, as he lay in his undershirt and briefs what sort of up and coming talent would be at the private party he'd been invited to. Paramount on his mind was whether his former Smallville co-star Tom Welling, would be there.
Eric tried to ignore the stir in his cock as he thought about the full-lipped hunk. Although they played rivals on the set, Eric wanted nothing more than to be closer than friends with the emerald-eye brunette. Of course back then, Tom was married and devoted to his wife. He'd been strictly off limits although the majority of the male cast had eyes for him. None more so than John Glover who played the villainous Lionel Luthor on the show and who was open about his sexuality. It was during a drunken celebration of their mutual birthday, that he and John confessed to each other their secret longing for one Tom Welling.
Not being able to have what they wanted the two men sought out each other for companionship. Eric was the same age as Tom and equally stunning. He, a former football player, kept himself in great shape. Surprisingly, the then fifty-something John Glover was also in amazing shape for a man his age. His shoulder length hair was brown and peppered with hints of gray. His hazel eyes were intense and his neatly cropped beard and mustache soon became his features on the older man. It was rumors of their affair that got Eric canned.
Now all he had presently was a wife he didn't really love and the one fantasy he never thought he'd get to fulfill. Allowing his hand to drift to the bulge in his briefs, he traced his fingers over the outline of his cock while he slowly slipped his other hand under his tee. He took his time. He wanted to enjoy the moment and make it last as long as he could.
He imagines himself tied to the scarecrow post like in the pilot episode of Smallville. Only this time they are alone in the cornfield and the old wooden posts are ground level so that Tom is standing face to face with him. The green charm is around his neck, making him unable to resist. The only thing separating Eric from his desire is a pair of blue plaid boxers. Instead of painting a 'S' on the toned chest, Tom leans in and traces the letter on his hostages body with his tongue. Eric feels the warm wet tongue gliding over his nipples, curving across his torso and ending at his navel.
Tom is kneeling now, looking up at him through his thick lashes. Alone in the cornfield all that can be heard is the sound of the two men breathing harshly. Fiery emerald eyes reflecting the moonlight stare up for a moment before reaching up with both hands, lightly brushing the tenting fabric of Eric's boxers and then traveling to his now pebbled nipples. Impossibly large yet nimble fingers twist the pink pearls and the handsome brunette moans and bites his bottom lip. Eric feels his own breath hitch at the sight of the man leaning in to bathe his navel with his tongue. Another quiver of stomach and Eric can't resist straining against the bonds that hold him in place.
Tom's hands slide back down, tracing Eric's ridiculously hard cock through the thin fabric. His hips buck forward to make contact and Eric is rewarded with the feel of that beautiful mouth pressed against his underwear. The warm breath is dizzying and Eric clenches and unclenches his fists in frustration. He wants to beg to be set free to touch and taste in return but he knows that won't happen. He groans in frustration and finally, the brunette smiles up at him and yanks down his boxers.
He gasps when Tom's head leans forward again and tentatively darts his tongue out, tasting Eric for the first time. Eric hisses and Tom pulls back a bit, looking up innocently before a predatory smile takes over and Tom begins to toy with his cock, taking in the tip and swirling his tongue around the ridge. Eric's hips jerk forward again, demanding more. Again Tom backs off and waits for Eric to regain what little composure he can. He leans forward again and draws the tip of his cock back into his mouth. Eric whips his head from side to side, the sensation causing his heart to race. Tom finally grasps the base of his cock and sucks him in.
Eric grits his teeth and cries out as he feels his length hit the back of the man's throat. Instead of gagging, the brunette swallows him whole and Eric can hear his own voice begging and cursing as his balls tighten and the moment threatens to be over way too soon. His body jerks and warm thick liquid spills over Eric's hand and he sighs in frustration as his orgasm transports him back to his bedroom.
The phone rings and Eric answers breathily.
"Ah, your still up." The voice of John Glover sings happily on the other end of the line.
Eric looks at his semi-flaccid cock and answers, "Not really, but I could be for you."
John laughs knowingly, "I'll be there in twenty minutes," he promises.
Eric hangs up the phone, yanks off his tee shirt and wipes himself clean as he heads to the bathroom to take a quick shower. John's timing is impeccable as always and he's already getting hard at the thought of his older lover showing up. He's also made up his mind that he will attend the Vancouver Boy's Club private gathering if only to get a glimpse of Tom once again.