"We'll have a bottle of Billecart-Salmon Blanc du Blancs Grand Cru," Calum's date says expertly and with a perfect accent.
"I'll have a diet Coke thanks," Calum adds, to the waiters chagrin.
The doctor twitches his lips and asks "Is that Hugo Boss?"
"Where?!" Calum asks, quickly turning to look over his shoulder. Corey would crack the shits if he could tell him he's seen Hugo Boss when he gets home tonight.
"Your jacket?"
Shit. Calum wishes his seat would open up and swallow him. Trust Michael to lend him one of his many designer jackets without telling him.
"Um, yeah." he says, wondering if he can get away with brushing off his embarrassing faux pas just then. Deciding to just come clean because lying is not his style and he's never going to get away with it, he decides to confess, "It's not mine. It belongs to my friend Michael."
"I bet he doesn't look half as good in it as you." The Doc says, looking Calum over with an very appreciative eye.
"He looks better," Calum reassures him.
"I find that hard to believe."
Instead of taking the compliment Calum's mouth runs away with him as usual, barely registering that he's being flirted with, "He looks good in anything, he even looks good in nothing."
"Good body?"
"Awesome. When he walks into Arq, heads turn like police lights just to look at him," Calum takes a sip of Coke, nodding at his dining companion for extra emphasis.
"Sounds like I could make a fortune doing neck adjustments," the Doctor quips, unsure of what to say.
"Everybody wants him."
"Do you?"
To the Doctors relief Calum smiles and snorts, "Me? No. He's my best friend, since high school. We've never..."
"Good. I was starting to get jealous."
"Don't worry," Calum tells him, after the wine waiter has uncorked their bottle. "Besides, he's not interested in me..."
"I'm surprised. I think it would be very easy to be interested in you."
Watching his date expertly swill his wine around the glass and take a sip, Calum feels both slightly out of his depth and very nervous with the attention he's getting from the older man sitting opposite him. He finally realises just how many compliments he's had in the past minute alone and it's not a position he's used to being in.
"Excellent," the Doc says, putting the glass down to be refilled.
"This is excellent too!" calls Calum to the waiter, holding his glass of Diet Coke up with its straw twirling around in the bubbles. "You know a lot about wine huh?" He asks, turning back to his date.
"I have a collection. I just bought a bottle of '61 Petruse," Stephen says, expecting Calum to be impressed, "On ebay," he adds.
"Oh my god you go on ebay too?!" Calum asks, finally perking up at an interest he can talk about. "You would not believe what I just got! A May 1960 Flash, from the Silver Age, the Mystery of the Elongated Man. I've been looking for this for years! Er, it's a...it's a comic book," he explains, seeing a very confused man sitting in front of him. "I have a collection," he adds.
"Well, you're obviously very passionate about it."
"It's like every time I find one I'm a kid again, up in my old room."
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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...
