GENRE: Gay Paranormal Romance
LENGTH: 4,277 words
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Staying in a hotel can be an exciting prospect. You never know who you’ll meet. It certainly never occurred to Eric that he would meet the man of his dreams sitting alone in a chair by the reception desk of the Dorchester Hotel.

Jock is handsome, tanned, and distinguished. A man of many talents. When he invites Eric up to his hotel room to continue their conversation, Eric eagerly accepts. They continue to chat for a while, learning more and more about each other.

Then things take a bizarre turn. People don’t usually end up doing Reiki half an hour after meeting. Yet, surprisingly, that isn’t the strangest thing to happen. For Eric, the meeting will be like none he has ever had before. Or ever will again.

EXCERPT:

Jock padded naked to the mini bar and took out a small jug of cold water.

"Would you like one?" he asked.

"Yes, please," said Eric, sitting up and feeling slightly giddy as he did so.

"Slowly," said Jock. "You have to give your body time to reacclimatise, as it were."

As Jock brought the water to him, Eric noticed that Jock's cock was starting to become flaccid. Even so, it was still an impressive organ.

"It's nice being able to enjoy another man's body, isn't it?" said Jock. "Looking at it. Touching it. It feels completely natural -- two men together, naked."

Eric put the water on the bedside table, then reached out and gripped Jock's deflating cock.

"Yes, it is," he replied, squeezing the large organ and feeling another, small bolt of electricity pass from Jock's cock up his arm and into his chest.

"You like?"

Eric nodded. "I do."

"You can play with it for a while longer if you like."

But now that Eric had permission, now he had already fondled it for a good minute, he no longer wanted to and removed his hand.

"I'd like to do this again," he said.

Jock sat beside him on the bed. "Hey, this is what I do for a living. I can't keep giving it away."

"I'll pay. Gee, who wouldn't?"

Eric didn't care about the money. He only wanted to be close to Jock, a man who, up until an hour or so ago, had been a complete stranger. And if they spent more time together, who knew where it would lead? Eric could definitely see himself waking up to Jock's handsome face every morning. And he had a feeling Jock felt the same way about him.

"We'll see," said Jock.

He drained his glass of water, his attention on the view through the windows in front of them. Eric sat quietly beside him, stealing glances. Future lover. Potential partner. The possibilities were exciting.

"I'll be back in a minute," said Jock getting up from the bed.

He returned his empty glass to the tray beside the small sink before disappearing into the small en suite bathroom.

While he waited, Eric retrieved the newspaper from the coffee table and began to peruse the front page. Turning the page, his eyes fell upon the headline Dorchester Hotel First Anniversary After Fire. The accompanying picture was of the very hotel he was staying in. Intrigued, he continued reading.

Management and staff at the Dorchester Hotel are today remembering all the lives lost in the fire that swept through the top two floors on this day in 2018. A spokesman said that while work on restoring the fifth and sixth floors had finally been completed, they had yet to open them to the paying public.

Had yet to open? But his room was on the fifth floor. Room 505. Just a few metres from the lift.