"Who was that?"
"Michael," Answers Calum shortly, as he seals yet another box.
"And what did he have to say?"
"He didn't say anything, he just hung up."
"So how'd you know it was him?" Corey asks.
"His breathing. He's got this funny little wheeze from his deviated septum."
"That's not the only thing about him that's deviated..."
"I wonder what he wanted?" Calum asks, more to himself than Corey but Corey answers anyway. He's been so pissed at Michael for hurting his roomie.
"Hmmm let's see, to come over here, cower at your feet and beg forgiveness?" Corey asks sarcastically.
"Michael doesn't do apologies."
"Well he should, after what he did."
"It's too late," Calum tells him, packing DVD's away. "He pushed too hard and now the game's over."
"I know. I'm sorry," Corey says, looking up from digging into a bowl of cereal.
"Doesn't matter," Calum's tone brightens and he smiles as he looks around the room filled with boxes. "I'm going to be too busy being happy that I won't even have time to think about him."
"Whoever would've believed! You, a married lady?!"
"I prefer the term 'domestic partner'," Calum informs him as Corey sniggers. "Who cares what it's called as long as I have Stephen?"
"And I..." Corey raises his spoon in salute, "...I have the apartment!"
"Now you can bring home all the tricks you want and you don't need to worry about disturbing me. 'Try not to scream so loud when you cum or you'll wake up Calum!'" Calum says, imitating Corey to a tee.
"Well, we'll see about that," Corey says, his face falling a little, he's still only told Sam about the promise he made.
"I guess this is it," Calum seals the last box. "Oh! I almost forgot!" He beckons Corey over to help lift his full size Captain Astro cut out figure off its hook on the wall.
"I guess now this is it," Calum says, looking around the room, his hands on his hips as he surveys his work.
"Good luck sweetie." Corey tells him, kissing his cheeks one at a time. "And remember you always have a place to come back to."
"That's very nice of you Corey," Calum smiles gratefully at his room mate. "Especially as I'm still paying half the rent!" He quips, but he's touched really.
He grabs the Captain Astro cut out, bashing Corey on the bottom with the Captains hand and tootles, "Captain Astro's using his magical fisting powers!"
Corey slaps the Captains hand away, giggling, "It's too early for fisting!" He tells the cut out sternly.
"Oh it's never too early for fisting!" Calum chortles.
~~~
"The gym called you and your tailor called again and Martin wants you to..."
"Fuck the gym, fuck the tailor and fuck Martin!" Michael shouts at his PA, Maggie, as she reads out his call list. "Can you please get me some paracetamol? I have a bitch of a headache."
"Okay," Maggie ignores the shouting and instead goes to Michael's desk to place the call sheet there for him. "It's been a week since the usual phone calls from Calum every five minutes, is he away or something?" She asks, making sure her tone is as mild and neutral as it can be.
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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...
