He reached up with one hand twisting fingers into long blonde locks. Words like please, more, need, harder making their way past his lips with the moans and gasps and whimpers.

He needed and couldn't get enough. Their schedules were such that moments like this lately had been limited to birthdays and a couple of get-away guys weekends where they both forgot to invite other people, Jare and Jen didn't count since they rarely left their room either.

He longed and was fated to keep longing. He could turn away and look for something else, but what would he find that was better than this? This was everything he wanted, tequila and whiskey on their lips, the sweet smell of pot hanging in the air mixing with the smell of sex, music playing somewhere in the background almost drowned out by the filthy words coming from the man atop him.

Missing where the whores and strippers his fans would expect, not a fake boob or blonde head anywhere other than his own stringy locks. Present where empty tubes of lube, used condoms littering the floor in the general vicinity of where they thought the trashcan was at some point. The room would have to be cleaned before the maid could come in to do her job, but he wasn't thinking of that right now.

His whole world was focused on the thick cock pounding inside of him, hands clenched around his hips, intense eyes focused completely on him as his mouth whispers the most wonderfully filthy words. All he wanted, all he needed was the feel of the thick hard cock slipping in and out of him.

When it was over, he laid on his back, chest heaving, eyes locked on the ceiling as his lover lay on his stomach next to him, one arm flung over his chest. He lifted one hand touching his head running his fingers over the dark stubble. "I'll be happy when your damn season is over. Can't wait for you to have hair again." His lover spoke softly, startling him, as he didn't know he was still conscious.

"Yeah me too," the man sighed rolling onto his side to watch his lover.

"Don't suppose you're gonna let me kick superhero's ass when this is all over?" His lover asked turning his head, so he was looking at him, and the man's lips twitched.

"How you gonna explain that?" He asked lifting a hand to run though his lover's hair absent-mindedly.

"Since when do I need a reason?" His lover asked stiffly, and he couldn't help but smirk in return. "Oh excuse me," he replied leaning down and kissing his lover's cheek. "I didn't realize The Oh Great Kid Rock had chosen to grace me with his presence. Thought Bobby an' I was still hangin' out." And as he watched, eyes softened losing the arrogance of the Great Kid Rock mellowing back into Bobby.

"Sorry," Bobby whispered smiling lazily. "Forgot myself for a moment there. You decided what you're gonna do when you get done?"

Stretching, Mike smiled and rolled, resting his head on the pillow next to Bobby's his hand buried in his lover's hair. "Thought I would hang out with this musician friend of mine. Got an invitation to go out onto the road with him, you know, hanging out with strippers, seein' some cities, maybe fuckin' in the back of the bus or on his jet airplane."

"Oh yeah?" Bobby asked, his lips curving into a smile, leaning in capturing Mike's lips, rolling him over so that he lay on top of him.

"Oh yeah," Mike whispered, no longer thinking of his Post-Smallville plans.