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The tension in the air around them was palpable, something on the verge of spinning out of control. It started the moment Stephen dragged Cal into this web, asking him for help as if Cal could ever really say no. He'd never been able to say no to Stephen, not in all the years they'd known each other. This was to be no different, maybe one step further, that last inevitable crossing of the line that they had been toeing for close to a decade.
Stephen was upset, drunk and turned to Cal with a crazed look in his eyes, there at the bottom of Cal's stairs, waiting, stalking. Cal approached him, bracing himself for it, for the blow to the gut he'd been expecting since Stephen had caught him and Anne together, right over in the corner. Cal had slept with Anne the first time because it had been too long since he'd had anyone touch him and the second and subsequent times for no reason other than he had wanted Stephen to find out, wanted to hurt him for dragging him into this mess. Cal had known, of course he'd known, from that very first phone call that something was seriously amiss, that the Stephen he knew could very well be, might very well be capable of...Well, of a lot of things. A woman was dead, a marriage was ruined and a career finished all because of Stephen's ability to manipulate and lie and twist the truth, all because of Cal's ability to enable that trait in Stephen and spin it into something, anything other than what it really was.
Stephen, already taller than Cal by nature, stood two steps above him and loomed even with his back turned, maybe even more so because of it. Cal called out to him in his best and most calm campaign manager voice, the voice of a friend, his infuriatingly smooth I can make this better voice and waited for the response he knew he'd get. Stephen stilled, shoulders raised and posture stiff before turning only his face to the side to address Cal.
"You don't know what you're doing, Cal." Stephen told him in a husky voice that betrayed his stoic manner.
"Don't I?" Cal whispered back, eyes planted firmly on Stephen as he turned completely around to face him.
In two quick steps down Stephen had Cal pinned up and into the wall, his body pressed tight and hard against Cal as to not misconstrue his meaning, to make sure that Cal knew exactly what was going on, knew exactly how high the stakes were. "Don't you?" Stephen spat back at Cal, a dangerous tone to his voice as his eyes darted back and forth from Cal's eyes to his mouth and back again. Cal was hard, Stephen could fell him against his leg, but he needed to see it in Cal's eyes, or better yet, needed to hear Cal say it, to ask for it.
"Stephen, I..." is all he needed to hear before he cut Cal off with crushing lips, diving right in and taking what he'd wanted, what they'd both wanted all those years, the thing they needed and would hold them tethered together in this mountain of lies and deceit and lust; the final threshold of something neither would be able to climb out of without destroying either themselves or each other. Hands grabbed for purchase as teeth and tongues clashed, neither willing to give in to dominance, both wanting to hold on to that last bit of control, but control be damned Stephen couldn't hold on to it any longer. Cal sunk to his knees before him on the stairs, mouthing hotly over thick denim before finally working his hand into Stephen's jeans to free his erection, sucking and moaning on it, on him, like an expert whore, making Stephen come hard and fast.
He sat there on the stairs and watched as Cal, cold and calculated as ever, spit the milky substance into a nearby disregarded wine glass, wiped his mouth and rose from his knees before heading silently out the door and into the night.