|Happy birthday, roxymissrose! MIchael/Tom fic
||[Aug. 19th, 2010|08:54 pm]
For my beloved roxymissrose on her birthday!
Warning: RPS is not to everyone's taste. If it's not your thing, please skip this one :)
Disclaimer: No real people! Absolute make-believe from start to finish!
Plot: Inspired by this quote from Michael at DragonCon in 2008: KNEEL BEFORE ZOD!" You know that line, it was hard not to...when Tom got on his knees and I had to goof around. "KNEEL BEFORE ZOD and" (whispers) "suck it!" I had to say that on camera! 'Cause we're joking around, two guys fooling around.....(crowd laughs) Not like that! Well, when you're comfortable with your sexuality, you can say whatever the hell you want! You know? It's just cool."
Tom fans himself. It's overcast but warm. He wishes he could ditch Clark's red jacket.
Next to Tom's chair, Michael stands surrounded by wardrobe and make-up people.
"For all the fussing about that coat," says Steve. "You sure enjoy wearing it."
"It's too hot," says Michael. "And too flamboyant."
But he spins once; the coat flares behind him.
"Dude, did you just twirl?" asks Tom.
"It was a pivot," says Michael, sternly.
"Okay, I need to fix that hem," says Steve, crouching down.
"Kneel before Zod!" Michael tells him.
"Yes, that's not going to get old quickly," Steve says to Tom.
"Prepare to hear it a lot today," says Tom.
"Tom, you need more dirt," says Natalie. "Let me scuff you up a bit more."
Tom obediently tilts his face to get smudged.
Michael starts singing under his breath:
"We're fighting in the dirt…fighting in the dirt with Tommy, kneeling before Zod."
Tom stands up, dirt reapplied.
"I'm the pretty one today," says Michael.
"You're always the pretty one," says Tom, and flutters his lashes.
"Kneel before Zod!"
* * * *
They're filming in the middle of a field. Rain is forecast. James, the director, keeps nervously glancing up.
Tom is required to stagger, then fall to his knees in front of Michael. And that's usually the point at which he has to fight back laughter. It's not Michael saying "Kneel before Zod!" that's the problem. It's the moment when they have to gaze into each others' eyes.
One the first take, when Michael says his line, Tom's mouth twitches. Just once. He can't help it. Michael is wearing that coat and he's got lip-liner on and….his face.
"Zod is appalled by your levity," says Michael, but his mouth is twitching too.
"Again!" shouts James.
The second take is better; they maintain eye contact without cracking up. Michael lets his "Kneel before Zod…" hang in the air and when the director yells "Cut", he whispers "and suck it!"
"No, you suck it!" whispers Tom back.
"No, you're finally at the right height for sucking it," says Michael and thrusts his hips in Tom's direction. "Today I get to be the tall one and the pretty one."
"That coat has made you mad with power."
They get gigglier as the day goes on. For one take, Tom can't resist staring up at Michael while poking his tongue discreetly into the corner of his cheek. Michael explodes.
"Rosenbaum!" shouts the director.
"He made a blow-job face! How do I not break when I see that?"
"He can't help getting aroused!" says Tom.
"I'm the victim here!" says Michael.
When James directs an episode, every scene gets coverage from multiple angles, which means endless retakes. Tom laughs at the end of each cut. Michael feeds off his laughter and comes up with a different surprise for the end of each take.
"Stop laughing," says Michael. "Zod's blue balls are not funny!"
"You two are killing me," says James.
"You're killing us," says Michael. "Are we doing a crane shot next? Maybe I should chase him around the field Benny Hill style?"
"I think we need a fish-bowl view of Michael saying "Kneel before Zod" says Tom.
"What, so my nose will look big? Stop sabotaging me."
* * * *
"It's a wrap!" says James finally. "Just so you all know: the new wrinkle in my forehead is due to Michael; the three new gray hairs on my head are thanks to Tom."
"But we were so good," says Tom, eyes wide and innocent.
"And you still love us, don’t you, James?" says Michael. "James?"
"It's a good scene," says James. "So, yes I love you. Good work, everyone."
* * * *
It's the kind of day that calls for a beer at the end, maybe a couple of beers. In fact, enough beers that they leave their cars parked and call a cab to Michael's place.
"Want to stay over?" asks Michael. "Early start tomorrow."
"We don't any have scenes together," says Tom. "Not for ages."
"We don't?" says Michael. "Bummer."
They watch TV, argue about baseball, and eat pretzels. The remote falls off the couch and Michael follows it. He's there, on the floor, looking up and Tom can't resist.
"Kneel before Tom!"
Michael laughs but he doesn't move and they're staring at each other. Michael has a hand on Tom's knee, to hoist himself up but then he changes his mind and hauls Tom down on the floor with him. They wrestle; Michael doesn't play fair, sneaking a hand under Tom's shirt and tickling him. Tom gets an arm round Michael and rolls him onto his back. They're both breathing hard and Tom is aware of how close he is to Michael, his knee pressed against Michael's thigh, his face close enough to count the tiny freckles on Michael's nose.
Michael stares up at him and suddenly it's one of these moments when a day of playing around and teasing and blowjob jokes might actually be leading up to something. Something they've possibly both been waiting for; like everything might shift.
But not this time. Michael breaks the silence by slapping Tom's back and laughing. They pick themselves off the floor, watch two episodes of Simpsons and then Michael falls asleep against Tom's shoulder.
Another "almost", thinks Tom. Their "almosts" are starting to stack up. Maybe next time it won't be an "almost", and he wonders how that will go.
He yawns and falls asleep with Michael's breath warm against his neck.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROXY!