Title: "Unexpected" Summary: It could be worse. Notes: For Sheldrake, for the First Lines Challenge. It was hardly a come-on, after all. I mean, 'fancy a fag' is a legitimate question. How's I supposed to know that bloody Americans don't know what that is? I mean, all's I want is a ciggy and next thing I know I've got a tongue down my throat -- a male tongue -- and a thigh wedged between mine and this bloke's woody pressing against my hip in a rather insistent fashion. Least the kiss is alright -- good, lots of tongue-stroking. And the hand on my cock's good, solid, firm. Still don't have a ciggy, but, y'know, it could be worse. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!