Page 23 of Reflex

There they were again, those blue eyes with all their shadows.Stunning.His lips too.That mouth was something else.So sensual, so superbly kissable.

“See something you like?”

Xane’s mind jolted to attention.He dropped his gaze, and that’s when he’d wound up truly ensnared.Xane had never seen scars so livid or horrifically unapologetic in their existence.Long evil looking things they were, that ran from the guy’s inner wrists almost up to his elbow joints.Still red, still tender-looking.Young scars.There was no mistaking what they were, or what they represented.One glimpse, and they were burned in his brain.What’s your story?What had made this beautiful man think he couldn’t go on?

“Not such an appealing prospect after all?”

Xane lifted his chin.On the contrary.“I’ve a real weakness for broken things, especially pretty broken things.”

“I’ve a suspicion you’ve a weakness for pretty much anything that breathes.I’m not interested.”

“And yet you’ve checked me out enough to know what makes me click.”

The guy gave a dismissive huff out of his nose, and shook his head.He turned to the opposite wall and the hand dryer, which began to hum.

“You gonna tell me you’re not into guys?”

That earned him an eyeroll.“I’m not, as such.”

“No?”He raised his voice to be heard over the drier.Admittedly the guy wasn’t lighting up his gaydar, but there was something, some spark of curiosity that he couldn’t put a name to.

“No.”

“It’s my riveting conversation that’s kept you here talking, then?”

“Do you deep throat?”

“What?”The dryer growl stopped.“Do I what?”He’d heard.Heard perfectly clearly.It was just such an out of the blue sort of remark.

“Do you cry and splutter when a dick hits the back of your throat?”

Xane laughed.This guy.Seriously?

“Fifty quid.”

“Mate, I don’t pay for sex.”Although, he was currently intrigued enough to be almost tempted.

“I’ll give you fifty pounds, but I get to record you.”

“Wait.”Xane backed up against the sinks, abandoning the attempt to utilise the drier.He wiped his hands down the sides of his jeans instead.“You want to pay to film me choking on your cock.”

The guy stared at him, curiously still, even more curiously earnest.

“Mate, you don’t have to pay me.And I know someone who’ll pay us both, and pay us well, to film it.”

Dammit, come on Ric.How many minutes of this session were left?He needed him to get out here now—’cause, hello.Photoshoot.