Next morning, Aidan drifted awake slowly, reluctantly. He was warm and happy and he felt safe, and he didn’t want to leave that dream any sooner than he had to.
“You awake, lad?” came a rumble in his ear and Aidan realised he hadn’t been dreaming after all.
“Mmm, yeah. No. Yeah, I’m awake.” Aidan snuggled in closer to the warmth of the large body he felt enfolding him. “Don’t have to get up yet, do we?”
“Not right away, but you won’t get much further on this trip of yours lying in bed all day.”
Aidan smiled sleepily, pressing back against the erection digging in to his arse. “Told you I wasn’t in a hurry.”
“Aye, you did that. So what’s really up in Glasgow, then?”
Aidan smiled. “Told you. Deep fried Mars Bars.”
John snorted. “Pull the other one, it’s from Grimsby. Come on, lad, ther
