12 Chapter 12

“Col, how, uh.” Bruce ducked his head. “I shouldn’t ask this, and I’d never ask him, but how does Martin, uh, use the dunnie?”

Colin smiled. “He sits.”

“Ah, of course.”

Martin emerged. “Okay I’m back, you can stop talking about me now.”

Out of the corner of his eye Colin saw Bruce’s already dark complexion grow a couple of shades darker. “You wish.”

“Ready to look around?” Bruce asked.

“Uh, I couldn’t find the sink,” Martin admitted, dipping his head.

“Let’s have a look,” Colin said and went into the bathroom behind Martin.

As soon as the door closed Martin grabbed Colin and laid a kiss on his lips. “I lied, I found the sink just fine.”

Colin kissed him back. “The Aussie air must suit you ’cause you’ve been a right randy bugger ever since we arrived.”

“Nah, it’s ’cause we’ve not had a chance to make love.” Martin cupped Colin’s rapidly hardening dick. “Except for a couple of nights ago in that motel.”