Queer as Muke

1.22.8 Full Circle

The hotel ballroom is busy but the dance floor relatively uncrowded when Michael arrives, walking through swathes of students congregated everywhere. It's a sea of young men in mostly black and white and then girls in every colour under the sun in silk, satin and even tulle. He looks around, judging everyone, but particularly the males. What is it with year 12 balls and terribly cut suits? Michael even physically shudders at one or two boys who have been particularly badly advised. Was he this badly dressed at his year 12 ball? Surely not.

Chloe sees Michael before Luke, her face lighting up as she realises who it is and why he's here. She swats Luke on his shoulder, pointing behind him, making him turn to look. Emotions flit across the lad's face when he realises that Michael has arrived, is actually there. He stares open mouthed, both shocked and bewildered, but in a good way.

Michael was so insistent about not coming, dismissive in his attitude, yet here he is? Luke's confused as shit but breaks out into a smile when he sees what the older man is wearing. Michael wouldn't be coming here just to leave again if he was wearing that suit would he?

Luke looks him up and down appreciatively as Michael stands still, looking for Luke through the crowd, and he takes in his smart appearance in a couple of seconds flat; a black (Luke's presuming Armani, or maybe Prada) suit hanging off his body in the most perfect cut. Smart black crisp open neck shirt, highly polished dress shoes and a white silk scarf hanging around his neck, breaking the all black ensemble.

As the initial shock wears off, Luke's face breaks out in a slow smile. He came. He really came. He takes advantage of the fact that Michael hasn't seen him yet to appreciate his very presence. Luke's too happy to think of any particular meaning as to why Michael changed his mind, he's just so happy to see him.

Michael's height gives him an advantage over the room and he soon spots Luke's by now familiar blonde and straightened locks. He smirks a little, knowing how surprised he's going to be, as he makes a beeline for him not caring who's watching him or wondering why he's here. Plenty of students have seen the very tall man, who's certainly not a student nor a teacher, but who also isn't a father, and who possesses self confidence by the bucket load. So much so that the crowd almost sense his presence and part for him.

Chloe isn't the only student to recognise him, some others also can place him, from the odd times he's picked Luke up and the certainly from the time he dropped him off in the now infamous pink FAGGOT car. Isaac Raine also recognises him, from his seat on table one, as the person who stepped in between him and Luke on Freedom Street recently.

As Michael arrives in front of Luke he gets a beaming smile from the boy, one that lights his entire face up. He looks appreciatively at the lad; he knew he could already carry a school blazer but the ensemble he has on tonight puts him up a peg or four. In fact, Luke looks as hot as fuck in a tuxedo.

"I thought you said you wouldn't be caught dead in a room full of eighteen year olds?" Luke asks, unable to stop himself. 

"I thought I'd recapture my lost youth!" Michael says with a smile, running a finger up the back of Luke's lapel. It may not be a custom made Prada like he has on tonight, but it's a high quality suit, cut well to fit him in all the right places. Luke can tell Michael approves, by the way he looks him over, and by the slow smile he's giving him.

Michael looks at Chloe, who's standing close by but surreptitiously looking away, not wanting to interrupt their reunion. He runs his discerning eye over her dress and shoes as she gives him a small smile.

"You look hot Chloe! I'd fuck you!" Michael compliments her, kissing her on the cheek which makes her blush and stammer her reply.

"Thanks, er, you too Michael!" Chloe knows that she's just received pretty much the highest compliment that Michael gives out and it makes her laugh a little, beaming up at him.