Page 39 of The Mission

No, I was thinking at three thirty. That was a joke. Yes, now.

Conrad gave a quiet groan.I don’t want to wake David.

We’re definitely doing it when I’m in a hotel room and you’re at your place. You might forget how hot I am.

Conrad smiled.Impossible. See you at 9.15 tomorrow.

Night! Sweet dreams—of me obviously. Don’t let the bed bugs bite or anything else. Only me xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Conrad sent backtox∞An infinity of kisses because he’d never tire of kissing Arlo.

Arlo messagedTo infinity and beyond! Night.

Conrad had just set the phone aside when he found himself being pressed facedown into the bed. David had climbed on top of him.

“What the fuck, David?” Conrad struggled to get his head out from under the covers. But when he did, he swallowed hard.

Not David but Mark.

“Been w-waiting for you t’come back.” Mark slurred his words, clearly drunk. He reeked of alcohol. “Where’ve you been?”

“Where’s David?”

“My room. Me’n Ernesto had a row. He’s flown home.” Mark tried to kiss him and Conrad managed to push him off. He scrambled to his feet and backed away.

“Made mistake.” Mark stood up, stark naked, with an erection.Oh God.

“Yeah, you did.” Conrad reached for his trousers.

“Not me. Him. Stupid shit.” Mark stepped towards him.

Conrad stepped back. “What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like?” Mark wrenched the trousers from Conrad’s grasp. “You’re not leaving. I’m all ready for you. Little pill works wonders.”

Conrad grabbed his trousers back, his heart pounding. As he pulled them on, he didn’t take his eyes off Mark. Even so, when Mark suddenly threw himself at him, Conrad was too slow to avoid being knocked down. They crashed to the floor, Conrad crushed under Mark’s weight, gasping as an elbow dug into his ribs.

“Yeah, babe,” Mark muttered. “Know you like it rough. Let’s do a line and get into bed.”

“I’m not taking drugs. Leave me the fuck alone.”

Conrad managed to squirm free and made a grab for his T-shirt and sweater which had been knocked onto the floor. Mark stood, palming his cock as Conrad yanked on his T-shirt but as he pulled the sweater over his head, he felt Mark press up against him, forcing him back against the wall, and pinning him with his body.

“Get off me!”

Conrad struggled but Mark wrapped his fingers around his neck and squeezed hard. As Conrad reached up with both hands, trying to prise Mark’s fingers off, Mark slid his other hand down the front of Conrad’s trousers, which he’d not fucking managed to zip up, and fingers tightened around his cock. Conrad struggled even more desperately to get free.

“Fucking hell, Mark!” Conrad choked out. “Stop it!”

“No. You want me. Stop fucking whining.”

Conrad’s heart was almost vibrating with fear. There was no way Mark could or would force him…would he? But he had such a tight hold of Conrad’s cock that he was afraid to pull away without doing himself some damage.

“You’re hurting me. Let me go.” It was hard to get the words out but he couldn’t get Mark’s fingers off his throat.

Mark was nuzzling into Conrad’s neck and moaning, pressing his erection into Conrad’s thigh.

Think smart!“Not like this,” Conrad choked out. “The bed.”

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