Queer as Muke

1.12.2 Move It or Lose It

"Hey! Shhhhh, I just put Gus to bed," Geordie whispers as Maddie walks in through the front door.

"Too late to see him huh?" She asks, looking longingly up the corridor towards his room.

"You can see him in the morning!"

"He's asleep when I leave," Maddie points out in a dulled voice.

"Well couldn't you go to work later or even take the afternoon off?"

Maddie snorts, "Part of my working longer days is so you can stay at home."

"I appreciate how hard you work..." Geordie tells her, hearing an edge to Maddie's tone.

"Be nice if you showed it..."

"I thought I did!" Geordie says, packing the toys away that are strewn around the living room from the day. "And I'm working too, taking care of our son..."

Maddie corrects her, "Your son and Michael's. I just pay the bills."

"Are we really going to go through this again?"

"Nah! Lets pretend everything's fine!"

"I didn't say everything's fine!" Geordie protests, following Maddie round with the basket of toys because her partner can't seem to stay in the one place. "I just don't feel the need to constantly talk about it!"

"I wish you'd try, because after that fiasco at Michael's you've turned off to me physically, emotionally..."

"As usual you have to catastrophise everything!"

~~~

"So...how was work?" Michael asks after several minutes silence.

If Calum were here he'd be telling him some story about how they'd had a sale on protein powder at K Mart and that every queer in the city had been there at some point today. Or how one of the people Calum worked with had come in with a big fat bitemark on their neck or...

"Boring. Work was boring. How 'bout you?" Sam says in a flat monotone.

If Calum were here Michael would be making up a story about how he took a client to a really fancy restaurant for lunch, and there's be a really hot waiter, and he'd signal for him to meet him in the linen cupboard and that's where he'd given Michael an amazing blowjob and then he'd go back to the table and the client never found out...

"I took a client to lunch and the waiter blew me in the linen cupboard," Michael says, matter of factly.

"Really?!" Sam asks.

If Calum were here he'd be telling Michael that he's such a liar.

But he's not here.

"So, have you talked to him?" Sam asks, finally plucking up courage.

"Who?"

"Calum." As if Michael didn't know who Sam was referring to.

"What for?"

Sam decides to not beat around the bush, "Oh for no other reason that he's your best friend."

"WAS my best friend."

"Why don't you just call him?" Sam asks gently. Michael may be a shit at times but he's never seen him as low as this.

"I told you," Michael says, starting to get annoyed. "He's out of my life and I'm out of his. So would you please shut the fuck up about it?"

"Hey, how's it going?"

Sam looks round to see a shirtless hunk, standing behind him, hitting on Michael. Even when the man's down they buzz around him like flies.

"I'm not interested," Michael tells him, barely looking at him.

Sam thinks Michael's nailing the dark, broody, smouldering look tonight so he tries to emulate him but gives up after half a second.

"However, I am available for safe sex and estate planning..." Sam says, joking but not really, with nothing to lose.

Michael glowers at him, what the hell kind of come on was that? Sam just shrugs and picks his beer up not expecting any answer.

"Actually, I do have some investment questions..."

Sam nearly chokes on his beer but manages to recover quickly. Michael can't believe that it's worked.

"Well, I tell you what..." Sam says, when he's finished coughing. "You help me diversify my portfolio, I'll help diversify yours."

Michael rolls his eyes when it seems that Sam's pick up line is actually working. Whatever happened to the good old days when no-one would go home with any of his friends? That is, except him of course.

~~~

"Well, that's the last one!" Calum says, heaving a box onto Stephen's dining room table.

"You're sure?"

"Well yeah, for the most part. I'm going to go back and get the rest tomorrow," Calum explains as he opens the box in front of him.

"The rest?! You've got a lot of stuff!" Stephen exclaims, finally sitting down after helping Calum.

"Well...I find something I like and I hold onto it, you know? For keeps."

"I hope that applies to me?!"

"Especially to you!" Calum drops a kiss onto Stephen's forehead. "So where shall I put it?"

"Wherever you want baby..." Stephen says, his lips twitching.

"I meant my stuff!"

"You decide. It's our place now..."

"Great!" Calum turns, surveying the room, trying to decide the best place to display his robots.

"But...why don't you decide tomorrow because I've got plans for us tonight!" Stephen says, pulling Calum down onto his knee.

"Oh?"

"Oh," Stephen confirms, nodding. He's got very specific plans for tonight.

"Oh!

~~~

"You sure you're okay getting home?" Sam asks as he and Michael leave the Fox. The investment guy he's leaving with is a little eager to get going.

"Yeah. I know the way," Michael assures him, still vaguely bemused that Sam's line worked. Sam looks at him like an excited puppy, in the history of never has he left with a date and Michael's left with no-one. As Sam walks off arm in arm with his new trick, Michael gets a nod from a guy leaning on the alley wall to see if he's interested.

At the same time, across the city, Stephen is showing Calum what his plans were for tonight; he makes love to Calum, slow and deep, holding his body gently with his large strong hands, his hips grinding deliberately to make Calum gasp during every thrust.

Michael walks down the alley, passing at least five other couples in various states of arousal, until he reaches the guy who'd nodded to him. He has no idea of his name and doesn't want to know.

Stephen licks Calum's ear, breathing teasing warm quick breaths into it as he prepares to make Calum cum again, delighting in the sounds his boyfriend makes as he writhes on the bed below him.

Not a word has passed between them, nothing needs to be said. Why'd you need to know the name of a random who's about to suck you off? Michael looks at the guy very briefly, very disinterestedly, before pushing his head down to his groin, knowing exactly what to expect.

Calum buries his head in Stephen's chest after Stephen cums, set off by watching Calum paint his own chest. Stephen cradles him, covering him with his own warm body as they come down from their natural high together that makes them glow in the knowledge that neither has to leave the other one tonight.

Michael leans his head back against the cold brick wall behind him, waiting for the inevitable pull from his groin. He can't say he's enjoying it particularly, it's like hundreds he's had before but he supposes it passes the time before he has to go home alone.