Chapter 5

Colin moved forward and Martin felt the blunt, warm probe of Colin’s dick at his opening.

Someone tried the door handle. Colin froze and Martin bit his lip. Colin had remembered to lock the door after them, hadn’t he? The door rattled, Martin heard a muffled voice, then retreating footsteps. He let out a breath.

“Sorry,” Colin whispered.

Kissing Colin, Martin said, “No worries, mate.”

Colin smiled against Martin’s lips. “The accent still needs work.”

“Screw me like a dingo shagging a sheep,” Martin replied, making Colin laugh. Martin had to admit, it was a ridiculous scenario, but the best he could come up with at such short notice.