If Mason were to be one hundred percent honest, he didn’t know what in the hell he was doing here. This wasn’t supposed to be his scene. Sure, he hadn’t exactly had the opportunity to experiment back home, save for a few rushed hand jobs and a couple of quick fucks that had left much to be desired.
Mason snorted at that, lifting his beer to his lips for a slow swallow.
Really, why he even bothered to fuck around with men still in the closet at all was a damn mystery. So yeah, maybe this place had him curious. Maybe a few of the things in the back rooms had caught his eye, had made him wonder.
And yet, here he was, at the bar, avoiding the exact sort of thing that made his skin too tight, his heart beat too fast and his cock, well, you get the picture.
Mason tilted his head as someone took the seat next to him, mouth tipping into a lazy sort of half-smirk. “Come here often?” he asked, brows up and sarcasm light on his tongue.
Raymond sighed with relief as he stepped into the Haus and checked into his suite. He needed this break from work and being the CEO of a multi-billion dollar technology company allowed him to indulge himself. Unpacking and hanging up the changes of clothes he’d brought with him, combined with the long flight and several drinks he’d had, put him close to exhaustion. Since he’d gotten here rather early, Raymond took a power nap to recharge, setting his phone alarm to wake him at 3pm.
When he woke up, begrudgingly, he took time to shower, shave and throw on something a bit more casual and comfortable than a three-piece, placing his dirty clothes in the hamper provided. He’d worry about the ironing later, unless the maintenance staff here would do it, and then that was one less worry.
He headed down the hallway to the elevator, descending to the ground level and heading to the bar. The crowd of people was coming along quite nicely and he was glad he had waited those extra hours instead of hitting the bar first and drinking alone until more people had arrived. Besides, he didn’t want to stand out as one of the only few clients who’d arrived and had to deal with more than one of the service staff members coming up, if only to do their job.
There were a few empty spots at the bar counter and Raymond snacked on a handful of peanuts after ordering a vodka tonic. He turned his attention to the guy sitting next to him, the one who had spoken.
'First time, actually. How often do you come here?’ Raymond had spent the last two decades of his life building his company from the ground up. The trip to the top seemed worth it now that he was finally at a point where he could enjoy himself, but it would be interesting to find other people who could take these vacations frequently.
