Queer as Muke

1.18.2 Surprise Kill

Sam bounces up the couple of steps into the men's room, looking around at who's coming and going, before seeing a guy laying flat on the floor. People are walking around him, holding conversations as they go, it's as if he isn't even there.

"Christ!" he says, seeing who it is. He gives him a nudge on the thigh with his foot, "Jake!"

Then he sees the vomit next to his mouth. Crouching on his haunches he puts one hand on Jake's shoulder and shakes him, "Jake. Jake! Come on."

There's nothing, no response, not even when he slaps him on the cheek. "Jake! Come on, wake up!"

He even gets cold water from the tap just above him and splashes it on his face, hoping that will illicit a response. Slapping him harder on the cheek Sam calls out to the room, "Will someone give me a hand here?"

Sam looks around as he hauls Jake up into a sitting position, the man's a dead weight. No-one's looking at him, never mind coming to his aid. In fact, two guys who emerge from the stall directly in front of them step right over Jake's legs.

"What is wrong with you people?! Can someone help me?!"

~~~

Michael carries on wandering through the bath house watching as he goes. There's plenty of people here tonight, it's pretty full with people fucking or getting sucked off around every corner. There's one room that's holding a mass orgy but still, no-one's really caught Michael's eye.

One guy he knows offers him a bottle of poppers and he takes a large sniff as his nipple is licked by another guy. Between them both they suck on various parts of Michael's skin and unwrap the towel he has around his waist. He enjoys their touch for a minute of so, until his eye catches a trio of people in a gloomy corner who he doesn't think he's seen before.

There's a guy with a muscular back who's being sucked off by someone on their knees and there's another guy waiting for the same service who has his arm around muscular guy's shoulder.

He abandons the two guys licking him and moves off in the trio's direction, arriving behind muscular guy with his interest piqued.

"Why don't you take off your towel?.." He whispers to muscular guy as his hands slip around the guy's waist to pull apart the material. "...And stay a while?" He pulls the towel off him as the guy looks around, gasping as he's being sucked off.

Michael blinks, "Stephen?!"

Michael looks at the guy standing next to Stephen and then down at Stephen's erect dick still wrapped in someone else's mouth. He looks at him quizzically as his lips twitch mischievously, "What's up, Doc?"

~~~

"Any idea what he's on?"

"Crystal Meth," Corey says disinterestedly as he flicks through a magazine in the waiting room. "I can tell," He says in answer to the Doctor's unasked question.

"We've got him on an IV and we'll keep him here overnight. He should be fine in the morning."

"Thanks Doctor," Sam nods.

"Okay Nurse Nightingale, you've done your good deed," Corey says, putting the magazine down and getting up. "This would make for a heart warming episode of...well, something. Now let's get out of here."

"We can't just leave him!"

Corey turns around, "Like the way he left you?"

"What if something happens to him?!"

"What do you care? It's not like he's your best friend! You don't even know his last name!"

Sam looks at Corey and then sits down in the same seat he's just vacated.

Corey sighs, "Fine. Stay all night. I'm going."

~~~

"Hey! You're home!" Calum welcomes Stephen back, switching the volume down on the TV in their bedroom as he arrives back in.

"Yeah. When did you get in?"

"A little while ago. So how was your dinner? Was it fun?"

Stephen shrugs his jacket off with his back to Calum, "It was alright. How about you? How was Arq?"

"It was alright."

"See any cute guys?" Stephen leans forward on the table by the mirror, feeling sick with nerves.

Calum chooses not to tell him about the guy that had swirled him around so fast he'd made his head dizzy. "Well you know, none that interested me..." He gets up off the bed and comes over to Stephen. "You want me to make some tea?"

"Calummmm," Stephen moans as he grabs his boyfriend and turns, kissing him that fast and that deeply that Calum's left gasping for breath. He walks him backwards to the nearest wall and drops to his knees, pulling down the sweatpants that Calum put on after his shower. Calum's eyes roll back into his head at Stephen takes his semi soft cock completely into his mouth, sucking until it's soft no more.

~~~

"LUKE!"

"Coming!" Luke yells back to Joy who's been hollering for Luke to come down and eat his breakfast for the past five minutes.

"Christ! Didn't you hear me calling you for the last ten minutes?" Joy asks him as he arrives at the kitchen table in a rush.

OK make that ten minutes, not five.

"I know just because I'm young you think I can tumble out of bed and look like this!"

"Well I don't know why not!" Dave tells him over his reading glasses, still dressed in his plaid pyjamas. "I tumble out of bed and look like this!"

Luke sniggers into his cereal bowl, "Yeah well you're wrong, even at my age it takes time and preparation."

"Yeah well, the rate you're going; partying and staying up until three o'clock every morning, you're going to need a face lift before you graduate!" Joy looks at Dave as she's talking, who looks back at her, Luke's completely oblivious to their glances.

Joy takes down a letter off the cabinet as she brings over a jug of orange juice, looking at Dave as she does it. They've both been on tenterhooks for what feels like hours waiting for Luke to come downstairs. "This came for you..."

Luke licks some milk off his thumb as he takes it from her, "It's from UNSW Art and Design."

"Oh really?!"

Luke looks at Dave who's seemingly completely absorbed by an article in his newspaper and then glances over to Joy who's concentrating that carefully on pouring three glasses of juice that she can't possibly look up.

Both of them watch him surreptitiously as Luke looks down at the envelope in his hands. He turns it over several times, looking at his name and address on the front and then turning it over to see the University's logo on the back.

"Aren't you going to open it?" Dave asks after quite a few seconds of Luke flipping the envelope over.

"I can't," He says, putting it down with a sigh. If he's not accepted then he doesn't know what he'll do. Well, no, scratch that, he does know - he'll end up going out of state to ANU to do a degree that he has no interest in.

"Give it to me," Joy says with a sigh and opens the envelope with a butter knife on the table. She slits the envelope expertly, pulling out the heavy embossed paper inside. Unfolding it she looks at Dave who takes his reading glasses off and sits with his elbows on the table, waiting expectantly as Luke is for her to read the verdict.

'Well?" Dave asks as his sister seems to read the whole damn thing in silence.

She looks over at Luke with eyes that are watering a little and frowns sympathetically. Luke's head droops and his shoulders too, as she holds the paper out for him.

"Congratulations Picasso!"

Luke snatches the letter out of her hand, a smile creeping onto his face as he reads the entirety of the letter. Joy's eyes twinkle at Dave who hollers, his fists clenched in victory.

"Yes!!!" She screeches back as Luke leaps up and gets a hug from both of them, their faces full of excitement for him.