Simon sat alone at the bar, and took a sip of his pint. Idly he glanced around the hotel bar, people watching. It was Thursday night, but he was down in London for two weeks with work, and so was alone. He'd gone out with the team from work for one after work, before everyone else headed home and he went back to the hotel. He didn't really mind working away from home, but the evenings did seem to drag, and staying in the hotel room gave you cabin fever.
Therefore, instead of heading back up to the room after he'd eaten in the restaurant, he'd headed to the bar for a drink. Taking another sip, he let his eyes wander around the room, which was scattered with groups of people, usually in pairs or groups of four, couples away for the weekend or businessmen having a well-earned drink. More in hope than expectation he looked for any single ladies, although if he spotted one there wasn't much more he'd do that just pine over them from afar.
Simon was what he liked to think of as normal looking, the travelling he did with work or for pleasure had given him a healthy glow, the sport he played meant his body, whilst not rippling with muscles or six pack was in a decent shape. Yet he lacked any confidence with the opposite sex. He just seemed to get brain dead with what to talk about with them, and so had never really dated. In fact, his last girlfriend had been over two years ago, met on a dating site and it had been her that had instigated that.
Not that the relationship had gone very far, some make out sessions and heavy petting before they'd agreed to go their separate ways, leaving him still a virgin. Not that he was completely naïve, as any red-blooded man knew, there was still the internet to explore. How easy the porn films made it, like every woman would jump into bed with any man. And not just women either. Lately, in a fit of curiosity, he'd been watching gay clips as well. The illicitness of gay sex strangely appealed in a theoretical sense, and more than once he'd used a bottle or similar rounded object to stick up his ass as he wanked off, just to add to the pleasure as he imagined someone fucking him.
Not that he considered himself gay, he reminded himself, more like bi-curious. The physical sex in the clips may have turned him on, but he'd never really found himself attracted to any of the men in the films, apart from maybe the really toned ones with rippling six packs, but they didn't really exist in real life.
Sighing to himself, thinking he should be out having a proper good time rather than moping alone in the hotel, he turned back to the bar. He drained his pint as he started to mess with his phone, waiting for the barman to return so he could get a top up. One more he decided, then it was back to the hotel room to see what films were on.
He glanced up briefly to see a man walk up to the bar next to him, and the barman moved to serve him.
"I think you were first," the guy smiled at Simon, motioning the barman in his direction.
"Thanks," Simon replied, "another Doombar please." He said to the barman.
"Ah an ale drinker!" the other man replied, as a second barmaid took his order of a bottle of white wine. Simon turned on his stool to face the other man, taking in who he was speaking to. The man was a similar height to Simon, average build with short brown hair that was stylishly messed. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and jeans, a combination of smart casual.
"Here alone?" he asked.
"Yeh, down with work for a couple of weeks, so they're putting me up here." Simon replied.
"Why don't you come and join us?" The man replied, pointing in the direction of a table where Simon could see the back of another man. "Better than sitting here alone?"
"sure, why not," Simon said as the barman returned with his pint and he paid. "I'm Simon" he added, thrusting a hand out to the other guy.
"Andy." The man said, taking his hand and shaking firmly. He picked up the wine and two glasses, and made his way over to the table, Simon following behind.
"Hope you don't mind; I've picked up a poor waif alone at the bar and brought him over." Andy said to his companion as he took the seat to the right. Simon went around to the left shoulder of the mystery man, and put his pint on the table.
"You always seem to find waifs on your travels!" the other man replied, and the sound of his voice sounded like warm honey to Simon's ear, so smooth was it. As he settled into the chair, he looked at Andy's companion, taking him in. It was clear he was more well-built that Andy, at least a couple of inches taller and his arms, which were encased in a long-sleeved shirt, were much more toned than either of the two of them. He looked at the face of the other man, and saw a well-tanned face, the kind found on someone who spends a lot of time outside. To complete the picture the man had short, almost shaved hair.
It was then he looked into the man's eyes, and the intensity of the gaze back seemed to take his breath away. They were grey blue, like metal, and as he looked back at Simon, it was like he was staring into his soul.
All of this seemed like hours, but was only an instance, as Andy made the introductions.
"Paul, Simon, Simon Paul" he said, as he too sat down.
"Pleased to meet you." Paul almost purred, offering his bronzed hand.
"You too." Simon replied, taking the hand, which encased his with a powerful grip. He felt a shock as they initially touched, and for a moment thought he'd imagined it until he saw the same look of shock in the other man's face.
"Sorry," he laughed, I seem to be a walking static magnet, that's always happening."
"Don't worry, shows you've got a magnetic personality." Paul quipped back lightly, immediately putting Simon at ease.
It was some time later, and a whole lot darker when Simon announced, whilst standing "I need to nip to the loo" he laughed, realizing how drunk he sounded. The bottle of wine they'd had ordered had turned into another, and he was sure there had been shots at some point.
