“Wanna f**k?” Colin asked, pulling off Martin’s d**k and taking a couple of deep breaths.
“We can’t, not in here.”
“No one can see.”
Martin, though very tempted to give in, said, “No, but they’ll be able to hear. You’re not the quietest of lovers.”
“Who cares. We’ll be out of the country in a week.”
Martin swallowed. Colin’s arguments, combined with the hand job he’d started to give, were very persuasive. “My mum told me about men like you.” Was that the right thing to say? Colin was feeling insecure about Martin’s reactions to his displays of strength. “She told me that if you find the right girl—she never knew I was gay—you hold on tight.” Martin grabbed Colin’s hardness through his trousers, “so I’m just following orders.”
Colin laughed, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. “You
