Six Thousand Five Hundred Miles

Harris rolled onto his side, turning his back to Mike. But he knew that he was hard. He reached down, lightly touching himself and hoping that Mike didn't hear.

Mike didn't hear, but he couldn't sleep. He had too much on his mind. He turned on his side, unaware of Harris's actions.

Harris let out a soft moan as he kept touching himself, sitting up to remove his shirt and touch his nipples.

Mike abruptly sat up. Harris must of though Mike was asleep. "Are you... are you masturbating?" He asked, crossing his arms as he looked down at Harris.

Harris stopped, "Um...uh Mike I was...um...I was just..." he didn't want to admit to what he had been doing.

Mike smirked. "Jerking off to the thought of me, huh?" He said, seeing a pink object under Harris's pillow. He pulled it and revealed his thong. "And you stole my panties..." Mike said, raising a brow at Harris.

Harris looked away, embarrassed. "Maybe I just...yer hot and..."

Mike smirked and straddled Harris's waist, purposely sitting on his hard on. "I think the real thing will be better." He whispered. He felt attracted tot he man, even if he had kidnapped him. He may regret it in the morning, he may not. Who knows.

Harris smirked, bucking his hips against Mike, "Enough talk, I want it now..."

Mike smirked and slipped off his pants. He stroke himself a little before lowering himself onto Harris's hard on, moaning quietly as he was filled. He grind this hips as he began to ride the older man.

Harris smirked, raising up and biting down onto Mike's shoulder to stiffle a moan of pleasure.

Mike moaned a little louder as he moved his hips faster. He reached down dn stroked himself in sync with his thrusts.

Harris smirked, thrusting harder. He knew he couldn't last as long as Mike, "Baby...even if I come...keep goin'..."

Mike nodded and rode faster, his breathing hitched and his moans breathy. "Oh yes..." He whimpered, putting his hands on Harris's chest to built momentum and ride the man as hard as he could, pleasure shooting through his entire body. "Fuck yes!" He groaned, his cock twitching from the pleasure.

The harder Mike rode, the more pleasure he could feel building up in his body until he came over the edge. He grunted, hands gripping onto Mike's hips for dear life.

Mike gasped as he felt Harris spill inside him. But he kept going like he was asked. Eventually, he released long and hard. But he kept going, and released again... and again... and again... God knows how many times Mike came. He couldn't help it. It just felt so good, he could go on for hours with the pleasure he was feeling.

Harris smiled, his eyes rolling back in his head. He knew he was older and couldn't keep up with the young man. He wanted to at least cuddle afterwords but he found himself falling asleep.

Mike was exhausted, collapsing onto Harris. He nuzzled the warm chest, almost immediately falling asleep. He was exhausted, his ass sore but he'd never felt better.

Harris wrapped his arms around Mike, holding him close. He enjoyed what he had done and didn't want it to end.

Mike snuggled up to Harris, passed out. He slept well into the next morning, too exhausted to get up, though he knew he had no choice. But he was so exhausted after last night's activities.

Harris sighed, getting up early the next morning. He took a shower and dressed, tempted to let Mike go.

Mike yawned and stretched as he slowly awoke from his sleep. He didn't feel Harris next to him so he slowly sat up, rubbed the sleep from his eyes and saw Harris all ready. "Oh hey... sorry I overslept." He murmured, yawning tiredly.

Harris sighed, "Don't be. I was gonna let yeh sleep and do a bit of sight seein'. I've never been to Spain, yeh know..."

Mike nodded. He'd been here, with Randy when he'd taken him and Johnny for business. Pleasure the clients while he sealed a business deal. He shrugged. "Whatever you want." He murmured, snuggling back up in tot he blankets, looking incredibly adorable while doing so.

Harris headed out for the day, amazed by the sights. For a moment, he wished that he was here with a family instead, with his daughter and his son. But then he shook his head, banishing the thoughts, and headed back to the hotel room.