"I can't believe his Mum actually brought you all his stuff." Sam says, looking at Michael sitting next to him at the bar later that night.
"Yeah, she practically gift wrapped it."
"Gifts can be returned..." Corey points out.
"I just want him out of my life and out of my house."
Sam and Corey exchange a look. They knew this would happen. Michael always wants the shiny new toy until it's time for some responsibility and then he'll give it back as fast as.
Michael spots a guy across the pool table that peaks his interest. "Have either of you two been to Adelaide?" He asks, seeing the guy has a Radelaide tee on.
"No, but I had a boyfriend from the Barossa once. I called him peach fuzz, bet you can't guess why!" Corey teases.
Sam rolls his eyes, "Because his butt cheeks were covered with soft fuzz that reminded you of two peaches?"
"Yeah." Corey takes a slug of beer and turns away, Sam having taken all the wind out of his sails.
Michael excuses himself, "Well, I think I'm going to go show our guest some Northern hospitality."
Sam watches with interest as Michael walks up to the guy, whispers in his ear and gets the biggest grin back. He still doesn't know what Michael says to any of them but he seems to get all of them.
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Michael kisses the guy all the way up in his lift until they come to a bumping standstill at the top which makes him hiss with pain when his ribs twist.
"What's the matter?"
"It's a long story, come on." Michael shrugs off both the pain and the question and pulls the guy with him towards his front door.
"Hurry up and open that door, I can't wait," the guys says, kissing him on the back of the neck.
"Whoa! Oh shit!" The sound of pots hitting the floor and Luke swearing greet them as they come in. The kitchen is an absolute mess of food, utensils and crockery everywhere, there doesn't seem to be a centimetre of spare space on any of Michael's kitchen counters.
"What's all this?!" Michael exclaims, looking around with an expression of horror.
"I made dinner," a voice says apologetically.
Luke pops up from the floor at the other end of the counter, his head appearing first, then his body and finally a bowl of something that he was very obviously clearing up from the floor, "I had salad but I dropped it."
Michael can't contain his disgust and frustration, "Yeah you made a fucking mess!"
"I'll clear it up, don't worry." Luke looks between the mess he's made and Michael, assuring himself of that fact as much as Michael. He hadn't realised how many items he'd used and how it must all look.
"Who's he?" Luke asks, spotting the guy standing behind Michael just as Michael sighs and bites back a retort that he'd better fucking clear it all up.
"He's an out of town guest."
Luke looks at Michael with a disbelieving roll of his eyes before the guy comes over saying "Mmhmmm what you making? Smells good!"
"Jambalaya."
Luke watches Michael walk off, his body stiff and obviously still sore from the crash and the beating but there's more to it; he's pissed at Luke. Severely pissed from the body language Luke's interpreting.
"My Mum taught me. Only it's instant Jambalaya because I used frozen prawns and minute rice. I didn't know how much rice to use and the water for the prawns overflowed." Luke gabbles at the guy, more to fill the gap and to stop Michael saying anything else.
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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...
