Queer as Muke

1.21.8 Running To Stand Still

"Hey!" Jake calls as he lets himself in with his own key, hearing opera music and knowing Sam's home from work already.

"Tell me everything!" Sam appears from the living room, an excited grin on his face for Jake's first day at work.

"It was great! They're really nice and Maddie took me out for lunch!" Jake says, smiling at Sam's interest as he shrugs his suit jacket off. Sam starts to loosen his tie for him as he's listening.

"So...what about the guys? Any cute ones?" Sam asks, trying act disinterested.

"One! But don't worry he's married!"

"Oh. I'm not jealous, I'm just required to ask that question!" Sam bluffs, still working on Jake's tie. Jake nods in agreement, his lips twitching in merriment at Sam's supposed laid back attitude. "It's all to do with the Boyfriends In The Workplace Act of 1991!"

"Uh huh," agrees Jake again, playing along. "They've already put me to work on this really interesting case..."

"I am so proud of you!" Sam says slightly breathlessly, he's completely turned on by Jake in a suit, Jake going to work, and Jake being proud of himself. He kisses him again and again, walking him backwards into their bedroom. "So we'll stay only a few minutes at the dinner, and then we'll come back and consummate your return to white collar respectability!"

Jake's not sure how Sam makes that sentence sound even vaguely sexy but he does. "Who says we have to wait 'til later?" he asks, pulling Sam forward by his tie. "Why don't we take a shower?!"

"Together?!" Sam says, wide eyed as he grasps at his chest in mock surprise making Jake giggle.

The two men start to undress each other until Jake pulls away a little, giving Sam a mini strip tease, throwing his shoes over his shoulder and grinning at him when he pulls his trousers down. Sam watches, his dick visibly tenting in his own trousers as Jake licks a finger and runs it down his bare chest. Sam doesn't think he's ever been as turned on in his life before.

He breathes out a shallow breath as Jake turns to the bathroom door, leaning over to take off his boxer briefs, showing Sam all of his creamy shapely arse. He throws his underwear at Sam who catches it, grinning, before Jake disappears around the corner to the shower.

So this is how it feels to be completely in love...

Sam listens to the water being turned on but gets distracted by his OCD and Jake's clothes being strewn around the room. Picking up the abandoned jacket, he chats to Jake in the bathroom, "You need to hang these up before they wrinkle and we have to send them for cleaning!" Lying the jacket over a chair a vial falls out of the inside pocket and onto the floor. A vial with white powder in it.

Sam's heart drops like a stone through his body. He can't believe it. After everything that's happened he's still taking this shit? He feels like the wind has just been knocked out of him, in fact he bends over double, unsure as to whether he's going to vomit or not be able to take a breath in.

"Are you coming?" Jake calls.

Sam breathes out as he stands up slowly, looking all around the room, unsure as to what to do or say. "I said are you coming?!" Jake calls again.

Putting the vial back in Jake's pocket as if it had never been exposed, Sam forces a smile onto his face, "Yeah!"

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"Uncle Dave! Uncle Dave!" Calum bashes the blue gingham tablecloth covered table in his uncle's favourite Italian restaurant as he leads everyone in calls for a speech by the man sitting at the end of the table, in the most honoured position. It's a meal primarily for Dave but everyone knows that it's also possibly the last time that Michael will be with all of them too.