"The difference between their beer and our beer is that our beer says sex," announces Michael, looking sharp in an Armani grey suit and tie. That, plus the crisp white shirt he has on, are a perfect foil for the very shiny, very green apple that he bounces up and down in his hand as he talks and walks. "If you want to be cool, if you want to be popular, if you want to get laid, this is what you drink."
He assesses his audience as he addresses them; there's the eager woman, out to prove herself in the boardroom. An older guy, no doubt the decision maker. And there's a younger guy, one who's toying with his wedding ring and who's never taken his eyes off Michael since he walked in, his mouth slightly agape this whole time, a king-in-waiting to the business so to speak.
"What about the model? Are you sure he isn't too, er..." The older guy struggles to find the words, Michael decides to help him out.
"Gay?" He supplies helpfully. Sending the question out to the room, "Ladies?" he asks.
"I wouldn't care if he was. I'd go to bed with him anyway."
Michael's PA of the past two years, Maggie, sniggers, knowing full well what Michael, her very gay boss, would think of that statement.
"What do you think?" Michael asks the king-in-waiting, ignoring both Maggie and the eager woman, taking a large bite out of the apple and watching the guy squirm in his seat.
"I hadn't thought about it." He gulps.
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Luke walks into the locker room at school watching the guys on the football team change with a completely different outlook and a new appreciation to the one he had their last PE lesson, which happened to be yesterday.
He glances around, taking in the jock straps, the tight shorts, the butts, the showers. Everywhere he looks has a new connotation. He isn't the same person he was; yes every naked butt he sees is a potential lover to him but his artists eye sweeps the room for that perfect line, a gentle curve, and a desired definition of muscles.
Dropping his books deliberately on the floor to give him more time, he peers around the corner watching the class wandering naked in and out of the showers, but his eyes keep coming back to one person in particular, a guy that he has a few classes with; Isaac Raine.
A short while later, sitting on the wall of the football oval with Chloe watching the year twelves training with the inevitable sketchbook in his hand, Luke doodles as he talks.
"Guess what I was doing last night?" He can't keep the thrill out of his voice, wanting to share what he experienced.
"Sleeping? Same as me." Chloe pulls some chips of the bag, munching on them as she looks over the game, looking bored as usual.
"Having sex. All night long. With that guy I met, Michael Clifford? We did it till six in the morning," Luke waits for a reaction. "Well? Aren't you shocked?"
"Not really."
"Oh." Somewhat deflated, Luke looks out over the pitch trying not to be too disappointed that he hadn't managed to stir up any interest. He wants to talk about it, feeling the need to brag but most of all he wants to get the thoughts in his head out into the open. He's not been able to stop thinking about Michael all day.
"Well, I kind of figured you're a...you know. Even though you never told me." She adds on accusingly.
"I'm telling you now." Flashing his trademark grin Luke knows he's forgiven.
"So what was it like?
"Well I started off as a tight end but ended up as a wide receiver." His grin grows wider as Chloe laughs at the metaphor that he thought she'd appreciate and his eyes twinkle remembering the previous night.
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Queer as Muke
Fanfic"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...
