1.16.5 French Fried

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"A gay straight what?" Michael asks, as he crawls up Luke's naked body, who happens to be lying in the middle of his bed, kissing him and tasting his skin as he goes. His mouth makes small sucking sounds as he works his way up Luke's stomach and ribs.

"Student alliance," Luke replies, a little breathlessly. The sight of Michael's dark head weaving his way up him always takes his breath away.

"What the fuck is that?" Michael looks up from where he's been concentrating his efforts on Luke's chest.

"It's a club, a forum, where students can discuss issues, plan events...you know, to promote understanding."

Michael rolls his eyes as he looks at Luke lying temptingly underneath him and sighs, before burying his head in Luke's shoulder dramatically, "I'm asleep already!"

"We need your expertise!" Luke tells him, slapping Michael's bottom and grinning up at him.

Michael smirks, saying pointedly, "I think I've given you plenty!" He strokes Luke's hair back off his forehead, looking at him fondly. Luke props himself up on an elbow under Michael, forcing the older man to listen.

"Your business expertise!" he whispers alluringly, his face only centimetres from Michael's. "It's a tough sell, particularly at Norwest," he explains when Michael sighs and rolls his eyes again. "So, say I brought this concept to you at your office, how would you market it?"

Luke kisses Michael's throat, feeling the vibrations from his voice box as he talks above him, "It's one thirty in the morning and I'm horny as hell!"

"Please?" Luke whispers looking through his lashes as Michael rubs their noses together, his eyes dark with lust for Luke once more.

Michael sighs, knowing full well that he's unable to refuse Luke's request, and dips his head briefly in acceptance of delaying the sex they're definitely going to have after this conversation, before pushing off Luke and rolling to the side as Luke turns his naked body to face him.

"Okay. You're the client," Michael says, trying to be professional. "Have a seat Mr Hemmings."

To Michael's surprise and amusement Luke does exactly that; sitting himself up to look at Michael from a crossed leg position. Michael laughs, burying his head in the bed for a moment.

"What's so funny?!" Luke asks, poking Michael's arm with his foot.

"That's just how I imagine all my clients, I picture them naked," Michael heaves himself off the bed and stands up. "I can't believe I'm doing this. Okay, so you have this concept, The Gay Straight Student Alliance."

Michael almost chats to himself as he walks around his bedroom, naked as the day he was born. Luke watches him from his perch in the middle, listening to his thoughts and admiring Michael's slim, slightly body as he walks.

"Let's all live together. Power to the people. Peace. That's boring as shit."

"I could take out an ouzy and shoot everyone?" Luke suggests, his tongue in his cheek. "That would be exciting!"

"Well, at least you'd get their attention. No, we have to figure out a way to sell it."

"Right. How?"

"Same way you sell everything else..."

Luke looks enquiringly up at Michael as he steps up onto the bed and walks over Luke to get to his bedside table.

"Sex," Michael announces as he lounges back on the bed, his face close to Luke's groin.

"Sex?"

"You want to get their attention, you hand out these..."

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