"Fuck! It's a hot crowd in here tonight!"
Calum looks around in amazement as his best friend appears, grinning, by his side at the bar in Arq, "Michael you shouldn't be here!"
"Yeah? Where should I be?!" Michael looks around interestedly, his height giving him an advantage in locating possible hook ups.
"At home with your Mum, planning your Dad's funeral?!" Corey suggests with raised eyebrows, glancing at Calum who gives him a look back.
"He's practically buried already."
"Well it's always good to know that nothing can keep you from doing your rounds!" Sam quips.
"Consistency is a rare virtue, especially in these uncertain times."
"Look, if you need anything..." Calum offers. None of them are entirely sure how Michael's feeling at the moment given his complicated relationship with his father. "If you need me to pick up anything..."
"Or make calls..." offers Sam.
Michael looks at them flatly before walking off into the dancing mass of people, calling back over his shoulder, "It's taken care of."
Entering Arq's back room, he walks through the blue lit tinge, looking at the men who are putting themselves on offer. Selecting one, he leans back against a post in the middle of the room as the man goes to work on his dick.
"What are you doing?"
Michael looks around, annoyed at being interrupted, "I'm looking for a fourth for bridge, what does it look like I'm doing?!"
"How can you even think about sex right now?!" Calum demands.
Michael rolls his eyes, why would he not think about sex? Just because his father's died why should he stop his usual daily activities? "Death gives you a real hard on?" he offers sarcastically.
"Look let me take you home," Calum offers, getting annoyed when Michael ignores him. "Jesus Michael! Your Dad just died! How can you think about getting your dick sucked?!!"
"This is my grief counsellor..."
Calum looks on in disbelief as Michael tips his head back when the guy deep throats him, before shaking his head and walking away.
~~~
"Is he actually your boyfriend now or something?" Luke asks Chloe a little grumpily the next day at school as he holds the door open for her.
"I guess!"
"Thanks for telling me!"
Chloe laughs, reminding him, "You've been fucking a twenty nine year old guy the entire year, why can't I see someone too?!"
Luke lightens up a little, Chloe's right, why is he feeling funny about it when he's got Michael? "So how long have you been...you know?"
"About a month," she tells him, delighting in the fact that Luke was a little jealous just then. "One day after English class we started talking about Jane Eyre and how awesome and tragic it is and before I knew it we were messaging each other practically every night."
"Oh."
She looks at him, "But we're still best friends right?!"
"I guess," Luke shrugs
"Well aren't we?!" Chloe nudges him as they walk down the steps together.
He rolls his eyes, and just like that the weirdness between them just then disappears, "Yeah. We are. Have you guys done the nasty yet?!" Luke asks, grinning at her.
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Queer as Muke
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...
