Chapter 3

“You suck, huh?” Kevin laced the words with innuendo and bit his lip.

Mick nodded and wondered how soon before he should suggest going back to his place.

2

Mick was hot. He stood around two inches taller than Kevin’s 5’9, with a tight shirt showing off the perfect kind of chest—muscular but not overly so. He had warm brown eyes, a great smile, and wavy blackhair that Kevin wanted to run his fingers through. It was an excellent stroke of fortune that he seemed to share Kevin’s attraction.

Kevin hadn’t gone to the lounge specifically to pick up a guy but was in no way averse to the occurrence. After seven months being cooped up on a small ship with the same six people he was more than ready to get out, eat real food, and interact with complete strangers. If one of those strangers happened to be a hot guy and the interaction involved orgasms, so much the better.