Simon and Johnny were originally in some sort of open relationship, but they barely let anyone in. They had a few flings and try-outs with other people, but it never seemed to be right. There wasn’t a connection that they desired, and it felt as if there was nothing but a simple arrangement, when the two actually wanted a third they could love.

Most of the people they ended up with were interested in having two dicks in them.

Hit with the unfortunate luck of never finding their other person, the two men ended up staying beside each other since. But the offer was never shut down.

So now, as they sat in a crowded bar in the city of London, sipping on cold, bitter glasses of scotch and bourbon, Johnny and Simon quietly watched a man on the other side, whom was laughing and chatting away with his friends. Such a beautiful smile, he had. The stranger’s aura was so alluring and the two couldn’t help but feel incredibly connected to the male.

“See t’at beautiful’l lad?” Johnny murmured as his lips parted from the cold glass in his hand. He continued to stare down at the stranger.

“Mhm.” Simon, hiding his lower face with a black face mask, nodded along to Johnny’s observation. “You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’, Johnny?” He swirled his glass in a light circle with his wrist, the ice cubes clinking clumsily against the glass.

“Hell yeah.” A smirk cracked onto Johnny’s face as he began to stand up, setting his scotch down onto the table in front. Simon followed suit, pulling his hood down to reveal his cropped blonde hair.

The two prided over to the male, and his friends noticed and backed away, letting their friend have his moment. The man turned around and blinked, sinking the two males standing over his sat form.

“Ye busy, lad?” Johnny smiled, sitting on his left. Simon sat on the stranger’s right, both fascinated at how he looked even more pretty up close.