tommyboy

Mike Robenbaum rosey calls to entice Tom Welling tommyboy to come play.
13 September 2008

"Tom, you are not going to fucking believe what happened to me over the weekend." Mike's never really been into introducing himself for a phone call, it takes too long, wastes time that could be better spent gushing over the reason for the phone call. "John took me to the most in-fucking-credible club."

Tom listens to Mike's ramble and then shakes his head out. It's not all that early, but he's been on mostly night shoots for a solid week or so now and his daytime equilibrium is a bit shot. "John took you to a club?" he parrots back, eyebrows rising. "Have to say I never thought you two would go in for the same kind of entertainment." He rolls on to his back in the bed, notes that Jamie's probably long gone for the day, and props himself up against his pillows.


"Oh, this was no sports bar my friend, no, no. Did I wake you up? Get your ass outta bed already, because you have to book a flight down here ASAP. Seriously. I don't want to ruin the surprise, so the second you have twenty-four hours off, you need to be here." Energy drinks can be a man's best friend, or worst enemy.

"I've been filming for nights on end, Mike." Tom yawns and then shakes his head. "You can't just tell me about this place? Do I really need to fly in for it?" It's not that he isn't willing, but that would mean getting out of bed to locate his filming schedule and then make sure there's nothing on with Jamie during that time - all of which, at this moment in time, seem like more trouble than it's worth.

"Oh, it's more than worth it," Mike says with a grin. "You're not going to believe it unless you see it."

Tom sighs and then rolls himself out of bed, scratching at his stomach and kicking his jeans to the wall. He knows he'll just have to pick them up later, but Tom wanders through the house naked until he gets to his office where he drops on the low slung couch he's had forever. "Alright, I have my planner...when do you want me to come down?"

"As soon as you can. It's that good. And I don't mean Rush appearing on live television good, I mean blow your mind and possibly a few other things good." Mike can barely hold back his excitement. "And it never closes, so it doesn't matter what time you get here."

"Okay, I believe you." Tom chuckles and flips through his book. "Looks like they scheduled a bit of a break for me...and I only mean like three days here...starting next Saturday morning, whenever we finish from Friday's call. That soon enough?" He's already making a note in the planner to plan a trip and figure out something he can give Jamie for the time he'll be gone - maybe a spa trip.

Mike laughs, already plotting and nearly giddy with excitement. "Three days is more than enough. And I'll make sure John's able to get us in. I don't have a membership yet, but oh baby, I'm getting one."

Membership. That part has Tom blinking and he grins. "Sounds like a wild time if John has to get us in and you need a membership. Promise it's nothing that'll be too detrimental for the career?" He knows that's a rhetorical thing, Mike's not stupid even if he loves to act wild and crazy.

"Security is amazing, and it definitely won't hurt your good-boy image. We fit right in, don't worry. Would I do something that would hurt you, Clark?" Mike asks in his best Lex voice. "You have to trust me."

Tom shivers and then stretches out his neck. "Trusting you is a slippery slope, Lex. And you know it." He levers himself up and walks to the kitchen, expecting that Jamie would have the dog corralled until he woke. With a quick pat to the pup's head, he lets him out into the backyard and moves to make some coffee. "I have no idea what time I'll get done, but as soon as I have the flight information, I'll shoot you an email so you can pick my ass up at the airport."

"Email, call, whatever, I'll be there with bells on. Actually, they might have bells... never mind. I'll explain everything when you get here. Say hi to the dog for me." Mike grins broadly, imagining his friend's reaction to walking into Citadel. "I'll even take you out to eat when you get here." The Cage should do nicely, he thinks with a chuckle.

"You're on and I'll definitely give Cook a hug for you." He can tell there is something devious in Mike's plan, though it seems innocuous enough on the surface. "Do I need to bring anything in particular with me?"

"Nope. Well, a change of clothes, and a toothbrush. You're not borrowing mine. The club provides everything else you might need... and hell, for all I know they can provide a toothbrush and clothes too. You bring you; I'll take care of the rest."

Tom shakes his head in amusement. "Okay Mikey. I can do that and now you've got me curious enough that it'll be on my mind all week." And knowing Mike, that was most likely a large part of his plan.

The laugh starts quiet and low, slowly rising into a full-fledged evil laugh worthy of any criminal mastermind. "All part of the plan, Tommy boy, and believe me, this is going to be totally worth the hype."

"If I didn't believe you, I wouldn't be spending part of my precious days off on a plane heading your way." Tom pours himself a cup of the liquid gold and then alternates between sipping at it and blowing on it. "It just better not get me in the doghouse. The last thing I need is problems at home...not with the schedule we're keeping up here."

Mike frowns. "You're partying with me; so really, you're in as much trouble as you choose to get into." Of course, just saying he's visiting Mike could get Tom into a world of trouble, depending on his wife's mood.

Tom laughs and moves back into the office. A nice spa weekend and maybe a piece of jewelry will keep her happy, at least busy and pleased enough to not ask the questions he cannot answer yet. "We'll have to see what I am in the mood for." He surfs through several of his usual gift sights and has to ask. "So, are you enjoying not being up here?"

"Well... I don't miss the weather." A shaved head and snow do not mix, at least in Mike's opinion. "But I do miss the company." Tom specifically, but he's not about to come out and say it. If one of the girls asks if Tom's talked to him lately, Mike knows he'll be honest about it. "Miss me yet?"

"Every day, Mikey, every day." It's not that Tom dislikes his costars or the direction the show is going, but Mike was and is his best friend. Being up there without him, after seven years of filming side by side, just leaves him feeling like he's missing a limb. This coming weekend, regardless of the hoopla around it, is something he definitely needs. "And not just me, but I think everyone here is missing you. Well, except maybe Carla. You may have played one prank too many on her."

"Bite your tongue, there's no such thing," Mike protests, and then falls unusually quiet. "Seriously, dude... you miss me?"

"Yeah, man I do." He grins, though it is tinged with sadness. Tom is definitely missing the years past. "There's nothing like having your best friend at work by your side every day for years."

"Do you love me, Tom?" Mike's voice is quiet, but the next sentence destroys any semblance of seriousness, and the tease starts to show through. "It's okay, you can tell me. I understand, thousands of people have written letters about my eyes, my lips, and my sexy bald head. It's easy to understand how you'd be taken in by having the total package close to you every day."

"Oh Mikey, I am only surprised it took you this long to figure out." It is all Tom can do to not snicker or laugh outright, but he works hard at keeping his voice light and breathy. "Not having you near me every day is leaving me so depressed and lonely."

"Yeah, I can tell by how fast you're booking that plane ticket. I know you want me."

"Oh you know I do. Want you all to myself, Mike." The funniest part is that Tom is attracted to Mike, just not in love with him. "See you in a few days time, man...and whatever it is we're getting up to, try not to scar me for life, okay?"

"I make no promises," Mike laughs. "Let me know when you've got your ticket, and what time I have to pick you up. See ya, man." Still grinning, Mike hangs up the phone.

Tom hits the disconnect button and starts making his plans, grinning to himself at seeing Mike again so soon, though he wonders at his own sanity for letting Mike plan something like this with no warning or information at all.