Queer as Muke

1.9.2 Daddy Dearest (Sonny Boy)

"Ah!!!!" Giggles Calum as Stephen attacks him from behind, nibbling his shoulder just where he's the most ticklish.

"I can't help it, when I see you I just want to take a bite," Stephen tells him, hugging him close before letting him go.

"Who called?"

"Oh my ex... I told her all about you," Stephen says, to Calum's surprise.

"What'd you say?"

"I told her you're smart, you're sexy and you're funny. Come on let's go to bed!"

"I thought you'd stopped lying to your wife?!" Calum quips before turning a photo frame around in his hands, and asking, "Who are these people?"

"Which? Let me see?"

Calum walks the frame over to the stairs where Stephen is sitting whilst he waits for Calum to decide if they're going to bed or not.

"This picture. They look nice. They look straight..." Calum hands him the frame and Stephen points out who's who.

"That's Laura and Tom. This is on New Year's Eve. Tom's a neurologist, Laura works at UNSW. They're really good friends of mine."

"So how come I've never met them?" Calum asks quietly.

"Well, I don't know, you want to meet them?"

"Well, I don't know, do you want me to meet them?"

Something in Calum's tone alerts Stephen. "What's up with you?" he asks, watching his lover struggle to put his thoughts into words.

"I don't know. I was driving over here tonight with my bag of stuff for tomorrow and I started to feel like somebody's little secret you know. It's always just the two of us."

Stephen looks at Calum's face, just above his own, his eyes softening as he teases him gently. "Well I kind of admit I like it that way, just having you all to myself but if you want to be with other people..."

Calum turns to put the frame back where he found it, "No, it's okay, I never should have brought it up."

"No, I'm glad you did. Hey what are you doing next Saturday night?" Stephen says decisively, getting up and following Calum where he's placing the photo back where he found it.

"Saturday night?"

"Yeah, I'll have a dinner party and introduce you to the gang."

"The gang?! No, that's okay..."

"No, it's a great idea! I want them to know you and you should know them."

~~~

Corey's finger hovers over the delete button. He never realised he'd have so much difficulty in deciding to let go of his profile. Should he delete SYDS9X6 or just leave it.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?" A voice says behind him.

Corey shoots up from his seat, turning and gasping in shock at the same time. Calum's sleeping over at Stephen's for the night, there should be no-one else here and yet there's a really tall guy casually leaning on his bedroom doorframe, dressed only in the tightest, shortest and tiniest denim shorts Corey could only dream of wearing.

"Who the hell are you, how'd you get in here?" He stammers, looking around the living room checking that their front door is closed and locked just as it should be.

"Hey I asked the question first. What the fuck do you think you're doing, trying to delete me?" The guy says, indicating at the screen of Corey's computer. "Don't you recognise me? I'm Syds nine by six." He grins, sticking his hands into the shorts pockets, riding them down his hips just a little further.

"How'd you know my secret screen name?" Corey asks in a hushed voice. His mouth's gone dry and it's not all to do with the guys V line that's perfectly showing.

"Dude, I am your screen name."

"What are you talking about? Did Sam put you up to this?"

The guy puts his finger up to stop Corey talking, "Profile..." he states, pointing at himself and turning around slowly so Corey can get a good look, "Big, smooth, six two, four percent body fat, uncut."

Corey can't believe what he's seeing or hearing. Stammering, he blurts out, "Okay, okay I get it. Calum and Sam read my profile and they paid you to come here and mess with my head. Well my grip with reality is a little tighter than everyone seems to think. Syds doesn't exist, he's a fantasy, a figment of my over active imagina...oh."

Corey's mouth drops open as the guy unzips his shorts and drops them to the ground, showing first of all that he's not wearing any underwear under those very short shorts, but also that he's got exactly what Corey was thinking when he created the profile name.

"Oh my god," Corey breathes, his eyes fixated on the guy's cock. "It's true, you really are..." His voice tails off as he stares.

"Nine by six," The guy confirms, before zipping himself up again, "Thanks to you."

"Okay, I must be dreaming," Corey says to himself, turning away from the beautiful sight before him, his hand going to his head to check his temperature. Is it hot in here?

"These are some hot videos. Dawson's Crack, mind if I pop it in?" The guys says behind him.

"Oh my god! Never mind Dawson's Crack, I've fully cracked. I'm talking to my screen name! Okay what is going on? What are you doing here?" Corey exclaims to himself, turning around again. Yep the guy is still there.

"Well I almost wasn't! You were about to delete me!" The guy defends himself.

"Well I'm very sorry but I'm through with you!"

"But I'm a hottie! Everyone on-line wants me!"

"Exactly!" Corey can't believe he's having this conversation, "They want you, the fantasy! Not me, the real person. It's pathetic, my screen name has more fun than I do!"

The guy walks around the table to get to Corey. "Hey, you said you wish you could be a beefy brutal top, instead of a big nelly bottom? Well, if I could teach you how to be like me will you let me live?" He asks, nose to nose with Corey, staring into his eyes.

"But I'm not like you," Corey whispers.

"Well, I came from somewhere didn't I?" The guy whispers back, a knowing look in his eyes.