There’s no such thing as a free ride. Aidan may be only twenty, but he’s already learned that the hard way. Hitch-hiking up from London to Glasgow to keep a promise to a man he’ll never see again, Aidan’s fully prepared to offer payment in kind for his lifts. He’s not expecting a good-looking older bloke to pick him up in a Mercedes -- nor that he’ll find John such good company. After a few short hours together Aidan’s already starting to care what John thinks of him.<br><br>When slow traffic forces them to get a room for the night, Aidan’s not sure what to do. Putting out as a thank you to a stranger is one thing, but can he really go through with it with the first person he’s come to care for since he made that promise?<br><br>And what’s going to happen when they reach their destination?

Free Ride

“Christ, lad!” John’s voice was strained, almost as if something was wrong, and Aidan looked at him, worried. His face had gone completely slack, the crows’-feet at the corners of his eyes nothing more than little furrows, and bloody hell, he looked so gorgeous it almost hurt. Then he was back, familiar half-smile on his lips, and he kissed Aidan soundly. “Bloody marvellous, lad. Now budge up, I’m knackered.”


Grinning so hard it made his face ache, Aidan held still while John pulled out his spent prick, then scooted over to the side of the bed, wiping his front off with a handful of tissues and dropping them on the floor. It must have taken all of ten seconds before they were both asleep.


Next morning, Aidan drifted awake slowly, reluctantly. He was warm and happy and he felt safe, and he didn’t want to leave that dream any sooner than he had to.


“You awake, lad?” came a rumble in his ear and Aidan realised he hadn’t been dreaming after all.


Chapter 5