Lost (Tangled up 5/?)
The cold tiles become moist from his ragged breathing as a thick cock fucks him hard and fast in one of the dingy cubicles of a run down bar in the middle of nowhere. He thinks it’s rather ridiculous he doesn’t even know the name of the town where he’s being fucked into oblivion - never mind the name of the person doing the fucking - but that’s one of the downsides of being lost. And if he hadn’t spent the last two days driving around rather randomly in bloody Scotland he might even laugh at the irony.
He can feel the pent up tension and annoyance of the last two days easing out of him with every fierce thrust of the very male anatomy of this man whose face he can’t even recall. He tries to imagine it’s Cutter - Cutter’s cock slamming into his body, Cutter’s heavy breaths on his neck, Cutter’s fingers leaving marks on his hips as he jerks himself off - but all he can see is Cutter in the University corridors or immersed in submitted papers, the rest is blurred and strangely unreal.
“Harder.”
He gasps - god, he has missed this, even if the hard edges of Helen’s nature make it all too easy to forget just how soft the curves of her body are - relishing the feeling of a throbbing, anonymous cock’s mechanical movements. It’s a welcome change from the heavily loaded, scarring passion he has been sharing with her for over a month now and he pushes back eagerly against the nameless man he must at least have found marginally handsome.
Their pace becomes more and more heated and a big, rough hand closes around his cock, pulling at it with precision and almost calm control until they both cry out against the smelly tiles. And all he can think, as they try to erase the memory of this encounter from their appearance, unsure if they should pretend to care - “You ok?” Just empty politeness. “Sure.” A meaningless smile at the blondish stranger. Ah. -, all he can think is that sitting back into his car is totally out of the question right now.
He really should have made a plan for when he got here, he thinks, but he’s become rather wary of plans lately, and there wasn’t too much to build on, anyway, just deliberately dropped hints, challenging looks, and the name of a small town screamed into his mouth in a moment of joined release - oh well, no wonder he forgot it, he was rather preoccupied at the time. He’s almost sure it was this town, though, where Helen and Cutter would be spending the next few weeks of their summer holidays.
This, or one of the other 12 he has marked with red on his map.