A/N: Because I am really stuck with this story, I am bringing it to a swift conclusion in the next chapter. I'll leave this sort of thing in the capable hands of sexperts like Backlash and Nickwhatever.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. I do not know or claim to know the sexual orientation of the celebrities mentioned in this story.
Tom Welling woke up in a tangle of limbs. His head was pounding and his surroundings were unfamiliar. He struggled to focus, trying to recall where he was and why there were so many heavy bodies pressed against his own. With a small groan he began to recall the events of the night before. The Party.
The VBC's grand opening began as a sedate and less than stellar affair. The handful of guests that Tom had allowed his partner and lover Michael Rosenbaum to invite had seem less than enthused about shelling out a monthly fee to have sex with their partners in what amounted to a castle that rivaled the fictional Luthor Mansion.
It didn't help that Michael had taken it upon himself to deliver a forty-five minute speech about the goals of the club sounding more like Alexander Luthor than himself. The grand tour of the facilities didn't fare any better. Tom and Mike were so seriously over budget that many of the attractions that were supposed to be selling features were incomplete. The Olympic size pool in the basement was still under construction. The permits for the sauna and whirlpool were still forthcoming and although the bedrooms were complete, in hindsight Tom wished he had allowed Mike to hire an interior decorator. So much of the décor was ripped off from the stately Luthor Mansion that it was almost scary.
The guests which included Patrick Flueger, Chad Faust, Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles and Eric Johnson, seemed less then impressed. Eric was visibly uncomfortable. Tom knew it was because he was the only guy not paired up. It wasn't that he didn't have a lover, it was because Mike had imposed an age limit of guys under forty. By the time the group was headed down the stairs and to the main dining room, Tom could tell his costar was more than a little disappointed. Mike had been so pumped about his little business venture that he never stopped for a moment to think it might not be a success. That's when the doorbell rang. All seven men froze in panic. No one else was supposed to know they were here. Tom searched the faces of the other six men and knew they were all thinking the same thing. They were followed. Even as they stood frozen on the steps like deer trapped in the headlights, all were wondering if paparazzi was lurking outside, ready to expose them to the world.
It was Mike who moved first. He motioned for Tom and the rest to head to the main room and close the door. The group moved as quickly as they could, trying to make as little noise as Tom herded them into the room and shut the door.
"I knew we should have stayed home," Patrick whispered to Chad. Chad hunched him into silence.
Tom wasn't sure, but he could swear he heard each man's heart racing as they stood pressed against the heavy wooden doors. Tom began to look around for an exit. He wondered if it came down to it, could they all make a hasty retreat through the French windows and how much more suspicious it would look to the press he just knew was outside, to see some of the hottest men in television come tumbling out a side window.
Tom pressed his ear to the door trying to make out the other voice, no voices he heard besides Mike's. One of the voices sounded familiar and they were getting closer. The group backed away from the door slowly, all staring as if some hideous monster was about to burst through. Jared whispered, "Are careers are so over," before a tall older gentleman with long hair came sweeping through the door in dramatic fashion. "Well, well, well," the familiar voice practically sang, "what are you boys up to."
Michael pushed past the four men and stopped at John Glover's side.
"What are you doing here?" He demanded angrily.
John produced the small envelope he'd purloined from his lover Eric Johnson's nightstand during one of his late night visits.
"We've come as members of the VMC," John smiled, eying all the young talent opposite him.
"The VMC?" Mike questioned.
"Yes. The Vancouver Men's Club. I'm afraid as good tv dad's, we can't allow you to have this...," John waved his hand dramatically, "whatever this is without fatherly supervision."
Patrick Flueger swallowed hard when he realized his tv uncle Joel Gretsch was in the room. As much as he loved Chad, he had a kink for older men. While Michael and John Glover argued, Patrick's mind traveled back to an encounter he had on the set of Law and Order SVU with actor Christopher Meloni. during one of several takes of a scene that called for him to end up in the Italian hunks arms crying, Chris and whispered in his ear, "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me."
Patrick had been embarrassed and when the scene was finally done and the director called it a wrap for the day, made a hasty retreat to his dressing room, gathered his things and purposed to head back to his hotel room when he stopped in the corridor by the sexy actor.
"I feel I should be buying you dinner," Chris said, flashing him his charming bad boy smile.
"That's not necessary," Pat said, ducking his head and trying to get around the man.
"I insist," Chris leaned in, whispering in the teen's ear.
Suffice it to say, the two never made it to dinner unless room service counts. What Pat does remember about that evening was clumsily asking Chris to his hotel room to change. Chris' feral smile when he accepted and being mauled the minute the hotel room door shut. He remembers being slammed against a wall and the bigger man's muscular body pressed against his own. Fierce kisses bruising his lips and even as the commotion is going on with Tom, John and the others, Pat darts his tongue out remembering the taste of the SVU actor. He involuntarily shivers when he remembers the sound of his shirt being ripped off his body and that wicked mouth latching on to his nipple and coaxing it erect and the hand shoved down his waistband and teasing him through his briefs.
He barely hears John Glover mention something about a game but his mind is back in that hotel room where his pants and briefs are being yanked down and his long legs are wrapped around Chris Meloni's waist. The italian has him pinned to the wall supported by the hands around his waist and the cock deep inside of him. Pat involuntarily rolls his shoulders remembering the feel of his bareback sliding up and down against the rough wallpaper while Chris nearly fucked him through the wall.
It's not until Chad leans over ans whispers "are you gonna play," that Pat is transported back to the room.
"Play?"
"Yeah, play. Haven't you been listening?"
"No, I guess I zoned out. What are we playing?"
"I'll explain later. Just put your name in the hat."
Pat hoped to god they weren't playing charades. So far the evening in his opinion was a complete bust.
"Okay, have we got everybody's name," John Glover asked, as if a hundred people were in the room.
Pat looked around and nearly died when he realized not only was Joel Gretsch in the room but Billy Campbell was there too. There was another tall blond haired man that Pat recognized from Smallville as Mr. Kent. Pat had auditioned for a small part on the show during the same time he auditioned for the 4400. He felt like he had died and gone to heaven. So many sexy men over forty standing in the same room. He wasn't familiar with the other dark haired man with the five o'clock shadow until his name was called.
" Jared Padalecki and Jeffrey Dean Morgan, come on down," John Glover yelled out in his best game show voice.
Tom kept staring over and John Schneider and averting his eyes every time the man caught his gaze.
"Okay, give me a subject someone," Glover called out.
Jensen piped up, "Things you'll never see on Brokeback Mountain."
"Good one," the Smallville star and self-appointed master of ceremonies cheered.
Jared flashed his lover a menacing look.
Jeffrey, Jared's tv dad got on one knee and grabbed his tv son's hand in his own and said, "Jack, will you marry me?"
Michael was hysterical.
"Whose next?" John asked animatedly as he reached in the hat.
"Tom Welling and John Schneider."
Both men swallowed hard as they stepped into the middle of the room.
"We need a subject," Glover shouted.
"Things you'll never hear on Smallville," Michael yelled.
John sensed a theme starting with this game.
"Alright you two, things you'll never hear on Smallville," the older man smiled.
Tom started first. "Dad, I'm gay."
The whole room broke out into laughter. Pat leaned over to Chad and whispered, "I think we're going to join the club."
The room fell silent when John Schneider without missing a beat looked into Tom's eyes and said, "Son, so am I," before planting a deep kiss on Tom's lips.
The younger man gasped and his eyes widened as his tv father pressed his lips against his mouth. When John broke the kiss and returned to his spot between Jeffrey and Joel, Tom was still slightly swaying in the middle of the room. John Glover motioned to Billy Campbell and then whispered something in his ear. The forty-something brunette disappeared out the room as John began to speak.
"I'll turn the festivities back over to Michael while Tom recuperates. Michael?"
"Um...yes...let's um...break for dinner and then resume the fun and games after," he said, looking back at his tv dad for direction.
John nodded. Billy returned with a box and handed it to John. John whispered something to Michael who was leading his still dazed lover by the hand towards the dining room. Michael smiled and nodded his approval. The group was abuzz as they ate a meal catered by Chatterbox's Hawaiian menu and consisted of Papaya chicken, marinated Salmon and Kiwi and various salads and tropical fruits.
Tom glanced periodically up at his television dad, occasionally licking his lips subconsciously as he did so. Mike watched his shy costar with a mix of amusement and arousal. He was vibrating at the prospect of what was to come.
Jared leaned over to Jensen and whispered, "So are we staying?"
Jensen could tell by the pleading look in his lover's eyes that he definitely wanted in.
"Yeah, we're staying," Jensen answered, trying to hide his own excitement over the possibilities of what might transpire next.
Not surprisingly, the thought on everyone's mind was the kiss. Each young man looked at the father figure in their tv character's lives and imagined sharing that kiss with them and visa versa. Stolen glances and whispers circled the table as the group finished their dinner.
"Gentlemen, would you reconvene in the sitting room so we can take your applications," Michael announced. "There will be more games to follow but for members only."
Mike gave a knowing look to John. The feral grin that graced the oldest man in the room's face sent a shiver down everyone's spine. Mike looked around the table pleased. His little venture was going to be a success thanks to the VMC. The first order of business was to dismiss the caterers and make sure the house was empty of all additional staff. The second order of business was to collect fees and rename their little club the VBMC to reflect the new members of the group. No one left. Not the invited nor the uninvited. Mike looked to his television dad one more time. John was in his element. He stood, rubbed his hands together and spoke.
"Alright, let the games begin."