"Tick, tick, tick. Tick. Tick." Michael counts as he nuzzles his head into Luke's in the back seat of his Jeep.
"What are you doing?" Luke grins, his whole face lighting up. He likes this Michael, all touchy feely and tucked into him. His mouth is tantalisingly close, and he wants to kiss him again.
"I'm repeating the first words my sonny boy said to me. It wasn't Dadda, it was tick, tick, tick." Michael tells him, grinning back. "Smart little fucker, he can tell time already."
"Michael what did you take?" Calum calls from the drivers seat over the top of the wind. The top's off the Jeep, making it very hard to hear, and he adjusts the rear view mirror to see him better, he knows Michael all too well.
"A, B, C, D, E, E, E." Sings Michael, grinning and leering inanely back at Calum. "I'm teaching my kid the alphabet."
Changing his demeanour faster than Calum can drive, Michael wipes the grin from his face, looking at Luke instead with an intensity that makes the entire back seat feel like it's on fire.
"I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you all night." Michael runs his nose up Luke's cheek, his breath hot against the boys skin and straight away Luke's hard which Michael seems to have preempted since he's already unzipping his jeans and popping the button.
Luke looks down at Michael's head in his lap, his mouth dropping open as he feels his tongue lick a long strip up him and warm lips wrap tightly around his head and he gasps, not only at the feeling but also Michael's recklessness. He's being sucked off in an open top car in the middle of Sydney, in his wildest dreams he didn't expect this.
"Shit!" Michael shouts, sitting up to glare at Calum who's swerved the car dangerously into the middle of the road.
"Sorry, didn't want to hit that doggy."
"Fuck the doggy." Michael retorts, knowing full well there was no fucking doggy.
"Okay Boy Wonder, I'm taking you home. Where do I turn?" Calum looks expectantly at Luke in the mirror for instructions.
"He's coming with me."
"Oh no he's not."
Luke can't quite believe the conversation that's going on. His heart had been hammering ever since Michael had sat in the back seat with him, leaving the passenger seat free next to Calum. He'd been sure Michael would hop in the front seat, but no, he'd joined Luke in the back and had been all over him ever since. Then he'd tried to go down on him, Luke's dick's still out and proud, the night air having done nothing to cool him off, and now he's the subject of a debate between the two of them.
"Pop quiz." Michael announces. "No talking," he advises Calum before turning to Luke. "Here's a question, multiple choice. Do you want to come home with me?
Luke knows Michael's hammered, that much is obvious. But it's also obvious that he wants Luke and the boy's never been so flattered. Even hammered the guy is hot. And Luke's so turned on right now that he'd let Michael fuck him right there, standing up in the back of the car for everyone to see whilst speeding through the dark streets of Sydney. In fact the thought completely turns him on.
"A. Yes. B. Yes. or C. Yes. Tick, tick, tick, time's up, pencils down. What do you say?" Michael stares blatantly at Luke's lips waiting for his answer.
"None of the above. He's going home," calls Calum.
"I'm going with him." Luke states firmly, catching Calum's eyes in the mirror, making sure he knows he's serious.
"Good boy. You get an A plus." Michael holds Luke's cheek, rubbing his thumb approvingly over his cheekbone before turning his face towards him and planting a kiss on his open lips, and then another.
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Queer as Muke
Fanfiction"The thing you need to know is, it's all about sex. It's true. In fact they say men think about sex every twenty-eight seconds. Of course that's straight men. With gay men it's every nine." Twenty nine year old advertising executive Michael Cliffor...
