“Here you are, gentlemen, seats 3A and 3B are all yours.” The young steward had openly ogled Scott since they’d boarded the plane.
Scott had felt flattered at first, an automatic reaction left over from his days as a gay porn star. But seeing Anton throw furtive glances at the steward and withdraw into himself had made Scott realise how insecure his lover still was. He was going to work extra hard at helping him lose any doubts he was the only man Scott was even remotely interested in. Even though Anton had agreed to ‘have him’ when Scott had asked to make their liaison more permanent, they’d never talked about it, never really formalised it. Maybe it was time to correct that oversight. Anton would probably appreciate it.
Scott let Anton have the window seat, wanting him to have a good v
