Cal opened his front door to find Stephen standing on the other side. "Mind if I come in?" as he brushed passed Cal not waiting for a reply. Cal followed him in. "Do you want something to eat?" Stephen shook his head. "How about a drink?" He declined again. Cal took a good long look at his friend, standing there looking confused and lonely. "Are you alright?" Stephen exploded. "How can I be? I'm standing in the living room of the lead reporter investigating the death of my lover?!!" Cal moved towards him, putting his hands on his shoulders and manuevering him towards the couch. "C'mon now. Sit down." Stephen leaned forward on the couch, his head in his hands. Cal sat next to him, putting his arm around his shoulders. "It's just you and me. Cal and Stephen." For a moment Stephen almost leaned into the embrace but abruptly stood up. "Oh, you're gonna take care of me now, huh? Isn't that rich?" Running a hand through his hair, he looked down at Cal. "I shouldn't be here. You're just using me for information." Cal stood up as well. "Oh piss off. What do you want, Stephen? You don't want to eat, you don't want a drink, and I - as it's just been established, don't do comfort." That's all it took as Stephen lunged towards Cal pushing him back towards the wall, kissing him roughly. There was no finesse, no gentleness, just two men with a desperate need for each other. Fighting then fucking. It had always been that way. Not bothering to completely undress Stephen reached into Cal's pants and stroked him furiously, pushing him closer againest the wall not allowing Cal to reciprocate. He could feel Cal's breath on his ear, and hear the soft moan he gave as he came, whispering his name. "Stephen." The urgency of the moment over, Stephen stepped back and Cal wasted no time in dropping to his knees. He took him in his mouth, deep throating him as soon as he could and as the other man came quickly, Cal wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his his shirt smugly noting that Stephen hadn't lasted any longer than he had. Cal stood up slowly, watching Stephen carefully redressing himself."So, you're staying now or what?" Stephen headed towards the door. "I can't. I've got a half dozen calls from a DCI Bell, wanting to talk to me." Cal nodded. "Lovely man. He's the one who arrested me for not giving up information he wanted. He's smart, Stephen. Take your lawyer with you if go to talk to him." "Anything else?" "Yeah. I think he's got a thing for Della." Cal grinned. "Oh, that's not what you meant." Stephen shook his head and smiled as he pulled the front door open. "I'll come back later if I can." He pulled his coat tighter around himself as he walked out into the night.