Uncharted Bonds
When two straight strangers men engage together in a bating session in the backseat of a Uber car.
Night One Hugo and Camille walked Paul to the door. He grabbed his coat, ready to call it a night. His friends stood in the doorway, still flushed with alcohol and laughter, their eyes glassy. The three of them had polished off a bottle of red wine apiece, an excellent Brouilly Paul had bought at the corner shop before joining the party. Their small group had stayed late; the other guests had left long ago. Paul had trave...