"He's going to take one look at me and turn me away," Corey mutters to himself, walking along the apartment block corridor to find UseMyHole's door.
"He likes you on-line..." Syds points out.
"Yeah, that's because he thinks I'm you! I feel like Cyrano de Cyberspace." Corey can't believe he's here. Outside the guys apartment. In real life.
"Who?"
"You won't know, never mind." With a great sigh, Corey approaches the door and knocks.
"Use My Hole 27?" He asks when the door opens and a big burly muscle top answers the door.
"Syds Nine by Six?" The top answers, looking Corey up and down, who's clearly looking nothing like his profile currently with his pink polka dot shirt and tight white leather trousers on. "I guess I'm nothing like you expected?"
"I was going to say the same thing," Corey says, a little breathlessly. "As you can tell I'm not a big beefy top."
"Do I look like a hungry submissive bottom?" Use My Hole asks, coyly.
"Well you sure had me fooled!" Corey says, starting to flirt. "I mean, the way you beg to be dominated..."
"And the way you make me beg!" Use My Hole's face and voice changes and to Corey's surprise it completely turns him on, "You're the most ruthless pig master I've ever talked to," Use My Hole confesses in a low, slightly hoarse, voice.
There's a split second where Corey's so indecisive that he could have just turned and walked away but then he thinks what would Syds Nine by Six do?
"Then what the fuck are you doing standing in front of me huh?" Corey asks in a harsh voice, getting into his other persona as fast as lightening. "Drop to your knees, pussy boy."
There's a moment where Corey's unsure whether he's just gone too far but to his delight Use My Hole mutters "Yes Sir," just before he goes down.
~~~
"Corey, you can't keep forgetting your key!" Complains Calum as he pads towards their front door in his bare feet, having rolled himself out of bed where he'd only just dropped off to sleep after mulling over such a terrible evening.
"Hey there Sonny Boy," Michael slurs, greeting him when he opens the door, almost toppling inside as he grins inanely.
"Oh shit, you went to see your dad!" Calum's heart sinks, seeing his best friend standing there in such a state. He's more than aware of the after-effects of Michael seeing his jerk of a father and it's never, ever, ever been pretty.
"Stay here and have a drink with me," Michael says, lifting a bottle up half-heartedly in his hand.
"Alright, come on. Come on," Calum coaxes Michael into his apartment, like you would a frightened kitten and helps him stagger to the bedroom, holding him all the while as he lurches, too drunk nearly to stand.
Michael recounts bits of conversation, none of which make any sense to Calum as he takes Michael's shoes off, and then helps him with his tee-shirt.
"You don't say. Now your jeans..." Calum says, only half listening but playing along as Michael mentions something about a football score.
"Good on you for telling me," Calum says, peeling Michael's jeans off, one leg at a time.
"Now get in..." Calum rolls Michael into bed and pulls the duvet over him, tucking him in and then gets in the other side, tucking himself into Michael's side, waiting for the inevitable to start.
"How's my successful son?" Michael says, imitating his father's gruff voice, made rough from years of smoking.
Calum rubs reassuring circles into Michael's shoulder, listening silently as he carries on in the same manner, phrases that are all too familiar to Calum, "I'm a little short of cash...Never should have been a family man..."
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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...
