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David's cock stirred as the man’s smouldering brown eyes penetrated directly into his. Again. This cat and mouse eye-fucking had been going on for half the journey and he was on fire with desire.
He was fiiiine. Just David's type.
“I'm Olly.”
“David.”
“I like your beard, David.” Olly said, eyes shining with amusement.
“I like… you?” David added lamely, cringing.
Olly just chuckled. “Ever had a blowie on a tram, David?”
If David had been drinking water he would have spat it everywhere.
“Uhhm,” he managed. “My place is only two stops away. Drink?”
“Drink,” Olly agreed, smirking.
Fuuuuuuuuuck.