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Callum’s in the funeral parlour, sitting in his usual seat facing out into the front room. He knows he should really be sitting in there, in case anyone comes in, but it’s so much cooler in here, hidden away from the beaming sun of the middle of summer. It’s been so hot all week, so he’s grateful that he can just hide away in this room for a few hours at least. Everyone else is either off work sick with the twenty four hour bug that seems to be doing the rounds, or they’re doing the home visits of the day, visiting grieving relatives. If he’s honest, he’s enjoying the serenity of the peace and quiet being alone brings him. He doesn’t have to worry about anything other than work, especially not the headache he usually walks away from work with after being surrounded by men all day. It may be a funeral parlour, but that doesn’t stop his work colleagues from being loud when families aren’t around.
He puts the pen back down on his desk, watching as it rolls back and forth for a moment. Then he bunches up a wad of paper into his hands, tapping the bottom of it against the surface of the desk, making sure that they’re all even.
Callum quickly looks around, trying to find a spare file to put the papers in, and when he can’t find one within distance of him, he decides to just get one out of the cabinet. He’s just about to stand up to find one when there’s a tapping noise at the door, rhythmic but somehow unrecognisable. He waits for a moment, mentally preparing himself for a grieving member of the public to walk in when a familiar voice calls out. “Anyone in?”
Callum smiles to himself stupidly and tilts his head down to hide the blush that’s inevitably growing across his cheeks, although nobody is in the room to see. He doesn’t even move from his seat, because within seconds of his voice calling out, the door is opening and shutting again and Ben is leaning against the door frame, his arms crossing over his body and a beaming grin across his face, something that Callum sees a lot these days.
“Anyone could’ve been here.” Callum says, trying his hardest to be stern about this situation but honestly, one look at Ben and Callum knows he can’t stay mad.
Ben looks around cheekily, poking his head into the room his body is facing away from first, then bending his knee slightly to look under desks. “But nobody is here. Apart from you and me, obviously.” He pauses for a moment. “Unless there’s some dearly departed in a box in the back room.”
Callum narrows his eyes, tilting his head to the side. “Not the point, Ben.” He deadpans, leaning his body against the back of his seat.
Ben shakes his head, a devious looking smile on his face. “No.” He says, walking towards Callum. “The point is, I’ve been here for at least a minute now and we’re still wearing clothes.” He’s standing in front of Callum now, towering over him, but that only lasts for a few seconds more because Ben takes everything one step further, the tension building rapidly between them, when he sits down on Callum’s lap, brazen and not caring if anyone catches them.
Callum sighs for a moment, but he can’t help himself from looking at Ben’s face, noticing all the little things. From here, he can see the blue of his eyes and how they’re so much brighter today in the sun, brighter and happier. He notices the crinkles in the skin next to his eyes, a sure sign that he’s been smiling recently. There’s faint freckles all over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, some more visible than others and his lips look inviting, soft. “I’m trying to get my work done, Ben. It’s important.”
Ben cocks his head to the side, letting his thumb rise up and brush against Callum’s jawline, all the way across in one soft motion. He shrugs his shoulders smugly, not caring at all that Callum has honest work to be doing. He knows he’ll win in the end.
There’s a pause for a moment or two, frozen in time. It’s like a stare down, the first one to blink loses. Or in this case, the sooner that Callum concedes that Ben is right here, sitting on his lap - with Callum’s own trousers getting tighter by the second - the better.
Callum throws his head back and squeezes his eyes tightly shut, knowing that there’s no way he’s winning this argument. At this point, it’s proving impossible to win any argument that also includes Ben. He brings his face back to his normal position and looks Ben square in the eyes as he speaks. “I can’t think straight around you.”
A low chuckle grumbles out from Ben’s throat. He shifts in his sitting position, deliberately if the grin is anything to go by. He leans forward and forward until his chest is firmly against Callum’s and his lips are pressing to Callum’s neck, warm and hot and everything Callum has spent half of his life searching for but never finding. Ben feels Callum gulp under his touch and it just heightens everything all the more for him. He pulls back for a moment, letting his hand cradle the back of his head, fingers threading through short, prickly hair. “If I’m honest Cal, I don’t really want you to think straight around me. The gayer the better.”
Callum’s breath hitches when Ben’s lips press against his neck once more, leaving open mouth kisses everywhere he can reach. He loves it when Ben’s like this. Ben’s fingers attach to Callum’s white shirt, fumbling to open up the first two buttons. Callum lets out a breathless chuckle, though he absolutely tightens his hold on Ben when the younger man cheekily nips at Callum’s skin, right on his collarbone.
“We can’t do this.” Callum exhales, though his actions contradict his words when his fingers disappear underneath Ben’s shirt, skin against skin. “Not here.”
Ben doesn’t even part from Callum’s neck when he speaks, instead he just lets the vibrations bounce against Callum’s skin, making a shiver go down Callum’s spine. “I locked the door. Nobodies here. Nobody can get in. It’s fine.”
Instead of waiting for Callum’s response, he just carries on opening the buttons of Callum’s shirt, complementing every open button with a warm kiss to Callum’s chest, moving further and further down until he has no buttons left to open. Ben’s on the floor now, not quite on his knees just yet, but nearly. He looks up at Callum through fluttery eyelashes and sees a blush across his face, his eyes now a darker shade of blue, practically navy, and his mouth ajar. Ben grins to himself and pushes himself up just slightly, his own mouth now over Callum’s tight trousers. There’s a moment or two where they both find themselves looking at each other, hungry, the tension palpable. Then Ben’s pulling Callum’s trouser zip down with his teeth and Callum’s already gasping at the slight relief of pressure, even if just for a moment.
Ben’s hidden by the desk, on his knees underneath it. But Callum’s not. If anyone does manage to walk in through a locked door, they’ll see him right away, with his shirt entirely open and his head stuck staring at the ceiling. He threads his fingers through Ben’s hair and neither of them care if it messes it up, because being in the moment, this moment, is so utterly perfect that neither of them have it in them to care about anything other than right here, right now. Ben’s head bobs up and down in a rhythmic motion, his tongue flat and warm and enticing. He can feel everything, every vein, every jutter of Callum’s body at the pressure. Callum’s moaning uncontrollably and that just urges Ben on even more, letting his nose press against Callum’s skin and he just stays there, trying to control his breathing. Callum’s hold on his hair gets even tighter now, his fingers curling and pulling and he’s sure that for a moment he just stops knowing how to breathe - until Ben pulls off of him with an almighty gag, drool and come escaping from the corners of his mouth.
He wipes himself clean with a tissue and gets up, wobbly legs and all, and presses a salty kiss to Callum’s lips, long and far from perfect, but needed all the same. They both know this is a goodbye, until the next time, until Callum can be his true self and break away from the chains of his relationship with Whitney.
Callum watches as Ben leaves, his hair still sticking up in all directions and Callum’s proud of himself, knowing that he was the one to do that to him. He chuckles to himself and fastens up his buttons, safe for the top two, letting his tie hang loose slightly. When Jay eventually walks in, he questions why Callum’s tie is like that, but Callum merely just explains it away with a comment about the weather whilst he takes out his phone and sends Ben a text.
I’ll repay the favour next time x