Title: By Any Other Name (Beware! RPS!)
Author: Janet F. Caires-Lesgold
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Category: Vignette
Timeframe: Sometime in 2002
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexual behavior
Pairing: Michael/other (pre-slash)
Summary: Making do with what you have

DISCLAIMER: This story is just for the entertainment of my online friends and myself, not for any profit. It is pure fantasy and does not intend to reflect on the actual behavior or personalities of the people named herein. Please do not sue me for my little bit of fun!

DEDICATION: For Tiff, only partly because of that song.

COPYRIGHT: (C) January 9, 2003, Janet F. Caires-Lesgold, jfc@freeshell.org

Please don't redistribute or alter this story in any way without the express permission of the author. Thank you very much.


Another premiere, another red carpet, another babe on his arm. "Michael! Michael!" the kids chanted from the gallery, so he stopped and signed a couple autographs.

"Wow," she whispered in his ear when they'd moved on a little. "They love you!"

"Do you blame them?" he teased, his grin large and pointedly insincere.

Flashbulbs went off like lightning before them, so they paused and smiled politely.

"Do you get used to this?" he asked, just a little overwhelmed.

"It gets tiring, but there is still the thrill of having all of these people so desperate to see you. I guess that this is all new for you, isn't it?"

"Man--a year and a half ago, I would not have believed you had you told me my career would have shot up so far so fast! Hi, how are you?" he called to a guy in more-expensive shades than his own, whose mustache he thought he recognized.

"Michael!" yelled a voice nearby.

"Hey, buddy!" Michael replied, bestowing a warm hug on another young star out to be seen.

Before long they were at the door of the theatre, and Michael turned back once more to wave to his fans.

"Gee, Mike--you'd think you're really looking forward to this movie!" marveled his date.

"Hey, I love this stuff! Not for nothing did I get cast as the ultimate comic book villain!"

"Quoting your own press?" the girl asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Whaddya mean? I wrote that release myself! C'mon--maybe there'll be previews!"

The starlet in a knockout dress tagged along after him as he eagerly headed for his seat like a big kid, rolling her eyes amusedly out of his view.


After the film was over, the lobby was sparsely filled with the few production people who'd been invited and their spouses. Michael finally emerged from the darkened auditorium, protesting to the lady clutching his hand, "Hey--I was reading those credits!"

"Are you kidding? These people," she gestured to the rented tuxedos around them, "are in those credits and they didn't even stick around to read them!"

"So, whaddya wanna do now?" he asked, practically bouncing on his toes.

"You mean, like a real date?"

"Sure--you're having fun, aren't you?"

She grudgingly had to admit that she was, despite the two hours of staring at some celluloid fantasy that she might rather have spent playing with her dog.

"You hungry?"

"Not really. If I eat a Cheerio, it'll show up through this dress."

He escorted her back to where the last few limos waited with engines idling. "We could go for a drive before I take you back to your place. What time is your call tomorrow?"

"Seven-thirty. I guess we could drive a little."

"Damn," he sighed, following her into the car. "These days I get picked up at four fucking A.M. to get my head shaved. I'm sincerely envious."

"I like your peach fuzz, Michael. It's sexy."

He intercommed the driver with directions for a scenic drive, then sat back and looked at the girl beside him. "You wanna touch my head, don't you?"

"Can I?" she grinned, not quite giggling aloud.

"Sure," he sighed, just a little wearily. "Go nuts."

Her frighteningly-manicured fingers stroked his scalp sensuously, and he eventually relaxed a little more into the leather upholstery. "Oh, wow, Michael! This is great!"

"Thank you."

"We're just driving up to the hills for a little while, right?"

"Yeah--thought maybe we could look out at the valley. I don't get out this way a lot."

"Do you... uh..."

"Do I what?"

"Do you wanna have sex or something? I mean, I don't mind..."

He regarded her thoughtfully. "Do you want to?"

"Why? Don't you?"

"Now, I never said that!" With that, he turned closer to her and kissed her softly, carefully so as not to mess up her makeup if her lipstick were sticky. Luckily, the gloss was still perfect as he pulled back. "You've got a nice mouth. I like a nice mouth."

"Oh, really?" she replied, a twinkle dancing in her eyes. "I know how to use it, if you want me to..."

A wicked grin crept onto his face. "That's the best offer I've had all night. Are you saying you wanna suck me off, sweetness?"

"You bet!" she purred enthusiastically. He was grateful for the tinted windows in the car as she slid out of her seat and knelt on the floor between his feet.

She ran her pretty hands up and down the inside of his thighs firmly, slowly letting her fingers reach closer and closer to the fly of his pants. "Here--let me get my zipper for you. Don't want you to break a nail!"

"Okay," she agreed, sitting back a little to let him open his trousers. His penis wasn't completely hard, but she set to work stroking him to coax him erect in her hands.

His head flopped back against the seat of the car as his date got him ready. "Oh, yeah," he moaned as his cock grew under her touch.

Shiny, perfect lips parted to allow in just the velvety tip of him. Slowly she took him in her mouth, working her jaw around him, pressing him forcefully with her tongue.

"Oh, sweetness--you're so good," he murmured under his breath. "Yeah, do me like I want you to. I knew you'd be good... Oh, geez!"

In and out, back and forth, the girl's head moved steadily and surely in Michael's lap. Applying suction as she pulled away, she opened her throat on a thrust and swallowed him all the way down.

The heat of her mouth matched the fire in his gut, building higher and higher with the pressure on his cock. "I need you, sweetness. Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come, baby. Yeah, oh, shit. Suck it, sweetness. Swallow it. Take it... Fuck, yeah!"

He spurted down her throat with a yell, jerking up off of the car seat as he came hard. The girl pulled off as soon as he was done, drinking him down and dabbing delicately at the corners of her mouth as she tossed her long blonde hair back over her shoulder.

Slowly, he raised his head and gave her an appreciative look. "Man, you do have a great mouth! And look at that--the lipgloss isn't even smudged!"

Laughing, she crawled back up on the seat beside him and pressed a kiss on his lips. "Thank you. I've had a little practice."

"I could tell. That was fantastic. Thank you, sweetness," he added, sitting up again and kissing her back.

"Wait a minute."

"What? You want me to do you now?"

"No. What's with the "sweetness" thing?" Her sense of humor had dissipated quickly.

"What?" he asked, still laughing, zipping up his pants. "It's a term of endearment. I think you're very sweet."

"That's fine. You can't remember my name, can you?"

"What?" The post-orgasmic haze started to fade, as well.

"What is my name, Michael? Do you even know?"




"One more, and I'm outta here." She was really angry now.


"Take me home, Michael. It's been great, but I've got a headache."

"Was I at least right?"

"Driver?" she barked into the intercom. "Can you turn around and drop me off at the Hilton?"

"Yes, ma'am," came the voice over the speaker.

They drove on in silence for several minutes. "Honey, I'm sorry," Michael said contritely at last.

"I'll bet you are. What--were you thinking about somebody else?"

"Only you, baby. Only you."

"Yeah, right. Here's my hotel. Thanks for a lovely evening," she sneered, not even looking back at him.

"Rebecca?" he suggested as she stepped out of the car and slammed the door.


Back in Vancouver, makeup people bustled around Michael as he sat still in his chair, looking tired, his eyes closed against the artist's sponge.

"Hey, Mike, you're back! I missed you, buddy!"

Michael smiled happily to hear Tom's voice. "Yep, I'm back."

"How was the premiere? Was the movie amazing? Did you have a good time?"

The makeup expert released Michael's face so he could greet his costar and friend. "Good movie, not a bad time. I missed you like crazy."

Pretty green eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Me? While you were in Hollywood with a gorgeous girl? I saw the pictures..."

"Yes, you. I was thinking about you the whole time, sweetness."

His shoulder was smacked playfully by a big, strong fist. "Yeah, sure you were! And why do you always call me that?"

"What--"sweetness"?" he asked sheepishly.

"Is it because you think I'm sweet?"

"The girls say you are. That's all."

Tom smiled brilliantly at him, his nice mouth framing shiny white teeth. "Uh-huh. I'll catch you on set later, Mike."

"You got it," he called after his departing back, watching him intently as he disappeared across the soundstage. "...sweetness," he mouthed silently before settling back in his chair for the next layer of pancake.


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