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stood over the urinal and got rid of a quart of liquid that had accumulated overnight. He was washing his hands as the door opened and in walked the hot flight attendant in red and white. They both smiled.
“Well, fancy meeting you here,” the Brit said amiably.
Bryce cocked his head. “About that offer?”
“Which offer, sir?”
“The one you were about to make before my traveling companion butted in.”
“Aren’t you two in a relationship?” the cutie asked.
“Hell, no,” Bryce said.
“He’s quite territorial for a friend.”
“He’s got some issues. Let’s stop talking about Seth and get down to business.”
They both looked around to make sure they weren’t being observed, and when they realized they’d lucked out, quickly made their way to the enclosed stalls in the back. As soon as the door locked, Bryce moved efficiently, running his hands all over the eager man who let him take charge. Within minutes, Bryce had the guy pinned up against the wall with his pants down, his thighs and his ass in perfect view. He pulled the condom out of his pocket, ripped it open with his teeth, and rolled it onto his cock, which was primed and ready.
A second before breaching the guy, he stopped and asked, “You okay with this, buddy?”
“Absolutely, sir. Welcome to the UK.”
By the time Bryce got back to his place in line beside Seth, he’d been subjected to righteous muttering and thinly veiled insults from the passengers who felt he was jumping the line. He had to explain over and over about his need to use the restroom while apologizing profusely, but God, he didn’t give a shit. The side trip had been so worth it. He’d exchanged contact info with his hookup and pecked him on the lips as he exited. Both of them were confident they’d never see each other again, but they went through the motions.
Buoyant from a most satisfying orgasm, Bryce didn’t even flinch when Seth leaned in and whispered, “You reek of sex. Where the hell have you been?”
Bryce turned his head. “Starting my quest to learn everything about the landscape.”
Seth squeezed his arm and pulled him a little closer. “Tell me you didn’t screw someone in the bathroom.”
“I didn’t screw someone in the bathroom.”
“You’re lying.”
“Sure am,” Bryce said. “Keep moving, Seth. We’re up next.”
Chapter 3
SETH WAS gearing up to unleash his tirade against sleazy restroom hookups when he found himself standing in front of the formidable-looking government agent inspecting his passport.
“How long will you be in England, sir?”
“About three weeks,” Seth replied.
“Business or pleasure?”
“Pleasure,” Seth said automatically, glancing over at Bryce who was watching him with a wry grin on his face. The handsome bastard looked as smug as a panther who’d blithely dragged off his early morning meal. Jesus! This was only their first day and already Seth was beginning to realize he was naïve to think that studying Bryce on the prowl would be enjoyable. The man should have come with some kind of warning label. Seth’s sheltered existence had not prepared him for this blatant disregard for rules when it came to dating in 2016. In truth, the word dating didn’t even apply in this case. Had Bryce really done it with some stranger in the restroom? Wasn’t it against the law? Didn’t this kind of stuff only happen in porn films? Then again, when was the last time he and Mark had actually sat down and watched porn? Seth couldn’t even remember.
Once his passport was stamped, he was herded on to the next phase of the arrival nightmare: retrieving his luggage. Bryce was right behind him, and within minutes, they were rushing toward the carousel assigned to their flight. Luggage had long since been unloaded, and Seth spotted his two pieces immediately. They were hard to miss because he’d attached two rainbow-colored pom-poms on the handles for ease of recognition. It had been suggested by the
“Well, fancy meeting you here,” the Brit said amiably.
Bryce cocked his head. “About that offer?”
“Which offer, sir?”
“The one you were about to make before my traveling companion butted in.”
“Aren’t you two in a relationship?” the cutie asked.
“Hell, no,” Bryce said.
“He’s quite territorial for a friend.”
“He’s got some issues. Let’s stop talking about Seth and get down to business.”
They both looked around to make sure they weren’t being observed, and when they realized they’d lucked out, quickly made their way to the enclosed stalls in the back. As soon as the door locked, Bryce moved efficiently, running his hands all over the eager man who let him take charge. Within minutes, Bryce had the guy pinned up against the wall with his pants down, his thighs and his ass in perfect view. He pulled the condom out of his pocket, ripped it open with his teeth, and rolled it onto his cock, which was primed and ready.
A second before breaching the guy, he stopped and asked, “You okay with this, buddy?”
“Absolutely, sir. Welcome to the UK.”
By the time Bryce got back to his place in line beside Seth, he’d been subjected to righteous muttering and thinly veiled insults from the passengers who felt he was jumping the line. He had to explain over and over about his need to use the restroom while apologizing profusely, but God, he didn’t give a shit. The side trip had been so worth it. He’d exchanged contact info with his hookup and pecked him on the lips as he exited. Both of them were confident they’d never see each other again, but they went through the motions.
Buoyant from a most satisfying orgasm, Bryce didn’t even flinch when Seth leaned in and whispered, “You reek of sex. Where the hell have you been?”
Bryce turned his head. “Starting my quest to learn everything about the landscape.”
Seth squeezed his arm and pulled him a little closer. “Tell me you didn’t screw someone in the bathroom.”
“I didn’t screw someone in the bathroom.”
“You’re lying.”
“Sure am,” Bryce said. “Keep moving, Seth. We’re up next.”
Chapter 3
SETH WAS gearing up to unleash his tirade against sleazy restroom hookups when he found himself standing in front of the formidable-looking government agent inspecting his passport.
“How long will you be in England, sir?”
“About three weeks,” Seth replied.
“Business or pleasure?”
“Pleasure,” Seth said automatically, glancing over at Bryce who was watching him with a wry grin on his face. The handsome bastard looked as smug as a panther who’d blithely dragged off his early morning meal. Jesus! This was only their first day and already Seth was beginning to realize he was naïve to think that studying Bryce on the prowl would be enjoyable. The man should have come with some kind of warning label. Seth’s sheltered existence had not prepared him for this blatant disregard for rules when it came to dating in 2016. In truth, the word dating didn’t even apply in this case. Had Bryce really done it with some stranger in the restroom? Wasn’t it against the law? Didn’t this kind of stuff only happen in porn films? Then again, when was the last time he and Mark had actually sat down and watched porn? Seth couldn’t even remember.
Once his passport was stamped, he was herded on to the next phase of the arrival nightmare: retrieving his luggage. Bryce was right behind him, and within minutes, they were rushing toward the carousel assigned to their flight. Luggage had long since been unloaded, and Seth spotted his two pieces immediately. They were hard to miss because he’d attached two rainbow-colored pom-poms on the handles for ease of recognition. It had been suggested by the
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