Jordan stepped outside his small London hotel and paused. His business here in England was completed and he had one more day to sightsee before his flight home. This late October day had been cold and drizzly since morning and he was glad he'd saved his free time for some museums. He held an umbrella and glanced upwards. The sky was nearly dark with the early winter night. Then, at that very moment, the heavens seemed to open as he stood there. He'd be soaked even with this slight protection. Another man stood just inside the door, watching him as he turned back. "Guess dinner will have to wait a bit" he offered with a smile to the other man.
The man was pale even for a Brit, his long, dark hair falling over his shoulders. He smiled back at Jordan. "I've already called a cab. There's a great little pub not far from here. Why don't you join me?" His accent was pure American. Jordan paused, quickly thinking about what he could do. Hang in his room being hungry or accept the invitation of this gorgeous man.
"Oh... sure. I mean, I won't be imposing or anything....?" Maybe the man had a date.
"No! No imposition. I'm dining alone. And it sounds like you are from my side of the pond too." His smile widened and Jordan was captivated. Dark, long hair, straight nose, dressed in a black overcoat over black jeans and clunky black shitkicker boots. Maybe he was a rock star. Might as well go for it. Maybe he'd get lucky tonight.
Raphael hadn't planned on eating anything at the pub, but the Bone and Barrel had a wonderful wine cellar and a tasty red he had enjoyed before. The pub was also only two blocks from one of the more interesting gay clubs in the normally sedate Belgravia area. Raphael was always on the lookout for a brief liaison with a friendly human who would allow him to suck a few sips in the heat of sexual fun. That would keep him going for a few days.
"OK then." He offered his hand. "Jordan Parker. Los Angeles."
"Raphael Devries. San Francisco." Imagine, they actually lived so close and had to meet overseas. It was destiny.
As they shook hands, a taxi pulled up in front of the hotel. Raphael called out, "I'll get in the other side." and was already in the car as Jordan slid in his side. He reconfirmed the address with the driver and they were off. The rain sluiced down and ten minutes later they were at the Bone and Barrel. This man sitting next to him was going to be even more fun. He knew already that the evening would end in bed with Jordan. His cock stirred at the thought.
" 'ere we are gents," The driver called out.
Jordan reached for his wallet but Raphael held up his hand, cash already there for the driver. Raphael paid and asked for a card to call for the return trip. Then both men ran for the shelter of the pub.
Inside was cheerfully warm and moderately bright for a pub. They shook off he raindrops as a waitress approached them.
"You two must be celebrating to be out on a night like this " she smiled. "Would you like to sit in the back near the telly, or up front?"
With a look at Jordan, Raphael spoke up. "Near the front window if we may. I love to watch the rain." He certainly hoped to be celebrating by the time dinner was over with this sexy man. Jordan was just his type. Even under his jacket he seemed slim. His styled asymmetrical hair was streaked with highlights. Raphael could feel the lust working below his belt. But he wanted to put Jordan at ease before he came on to him. Hopefully his gaydar was spot on this time.
"Righto, and something to drink?" She handed them menus. Raphael ordered a particular bottle of merlot.
Jordan perused the menu as they waited for their drinks. Raphael ordered steak, rare. Jordan decided on the Shepherd's pie. He kept glancing at Raphael, wondering if Raphael was even into other men. Jordan could usually tell, but this man was different somehow. So pale and petite. Almost pretty. And his eyes... whenever Jordan looked into them he felt as if he was entering a daze, mesmerized by the dark brown ...
Raphael dropped his menu and picked up his glass. "Here's to new friends and old feelings." He clinked Jordan's glass. "Here, here." he replied, but wondered exactly what the heck that could mean. Old feelings?
With a smile, Jordan opened up. "Well, first off, thank you for asking me to join you tonight. It would have been a cold and hungry night back in my room. I'm here for my company. I'm a guitar tech for a repair company in Los Angeles. My boss sent me for a pick up of an old guitar. He collects them. I just make sure they sound right. Love it over here and I always try to get in a day or two if sightseeing. There's just so much to see. " He took a sip of wine.
