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Michael waited, the blood thudding in his cock, every sinew screaming for the man's touch. It seemed as if time had ended.
And then he felt a small splash of water on his tongue. He opened his eyes and tried to bring the man's features into focus, saw the track of a single tear on his cheek.
The man slowly pushed himself back away from the wall, wiping his face, childlike, with the side of his hand.
Michael thought he heard him say 'sorry.'
And he was gone, banging through the doors into the club, the music swelling and fading, leaving Michael gasping and helpless with frustration.
He pulled himself together and staggered in the man's wake, futilely calling "Come back!"
His way was barred by two bouncer's dragging the blonde woman off the dance floor, her companion's trailing behind, both helplessly creased up with laughter.
"Well, that's weird!" Michael remarked to the person next to him, a boy with curly hair.
"If you think that's weird, you should see my bollocks!"
Michael laughed, thinking; 'what the hell!'
"Go on then…."
A group of laughing girls burst into the pub, thrusting Michael into the present.
'Shit!' The realisation made him want to weep.
'He didn't say sorry, he said Syed.'
Christian reappeared, exchanging a joke with the girls at the bar and bearing fresh drinks. He manoeuvred them onto the table.
"Sy should be here soon, so I've got him an orange juice. I keep telling him other fruit juices are available. Still, maybe all that vitamin C is why his skin's so lovely. Sorry about that, Roxy's alright but she can be a bit of a pain. I thought I was going to have to tell her you had an incredibly contagious disease, in the end I said you'd got a hideous genital deformity, and she must never mention it. She wouldn't be able to manage that. I've done you a favour, she would have wanted to be your new best friend forever until something better turned up…Michael? Are you okay? I didn't really say that, she had to go and pick up Amy, her daughter. You look like you've seen a ghost…"
Christian slid round into his seat and studied Michael with concern.
Michael lifted tear filled eyes to meet his.
"You really love him, don't you?"
"Yes. Yes I do. But don't cry, you'll start me off.."
A sudden blast of cool night air made them both look up.
"Oh dear, you both look sad. What's going on? Sorry I'm late, it's still mayhem out there."
Syed took off his leather jacket and squeezed in next to Christian, thirstily taking a sip of orange juice.
"Hello darling. How did it go?"
"Good, she was really pleased, and it seemed to help with some of her stiffness. Shut up Christian.."
Christian closed his mouth with a click of his teeth and looked the picture of innocence.
"What? You've got a dirty mind Masood. See what I have to put up with Michael?"
Michael smiled.
"Yes, the pair of you, I can see it all now."
Syed glanced at Christian.
"Shall we ask Michael to join us?"
Christian's eyebrows rose so high they almost disappeared into his hair and Michael wriggled on his stool, pulling his T shirt down to cover his instant erection.
Syed looked to each of them in confusion and embarrassment.
"I mean for dinner. Bloody hell, you're a filth bucket Christian. We could probably make the chops stretch.."
"How do you stretch a chop?" Christian giggled.
Michael, his composure recovered from the brief fantasy, offered;
"On a chop rack?"
"Ha ha! Or me and Christian could hold an end each and run very quickly in opposite directions."
"Tug of chop…No, thank you. It's been a long day and Christian must be sick of me by now.."
Christian patted his hand.
"You've kept me company. It's been good."
Michael smiled gratefully.
"Yes, yes. It has." He drained the last of his pint and stood up.
They hugged him together and he felt the warmth of their mutual love gladdening his heart.
As the door closed behind Michael, Christian kissed Syed for a long time.
"Smoochy!" said Syed as he came up for air. "You wouldn't really, you know, want a threesome…"
Christian smoothed away the worry line on Syed's forehead with his thumb.
"He'd get in the way. You don't want that do you?"
Syed looked shocked.
"Ugh no. See him touch you? The idea fills me with no desire at all, just horror."
"Me too, I'd probably throw stuff, him, out of the window, bless his heart. I suppose he could feed us grapes.."
"Hose us down at half time…"
They turned to each other and laughed, saying simultaneously;
"Nah…"
"Do you ever wonder though, if in a parallel universe, you might have ended up with him?" Christian mused.
"I don't believe in them.."
"But, if you did.."
Syed took an ice cube from his glass and licked it before putting it against the hollow in Christian's throat.
"In any number of infinite worlds and universes, some how, some way, we would always find each other."
Out on the street, Michael hailed a cab. He considered going back to his flat, but the solitude didn't appeal to him.
'Besides..' He thought. "The night is young and so am I.."
"Vauxhall please!" He told the driver and settled back against the leather seat. 'Tonight..' He decided, 'I'm going for a red haired boy with muscles….'
Hugging himself tight with the warm thought that all things were possible if you wanted them enough, soul mates could find each other, love could last.