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admit he was better than the guide. Others listened as well while the real guide continued to lead them onwards. At the fictional Leadworth, the group re-enacted a scene; Mick played Rory and was word perfect. Ceri’s chest threatened to burst with pride. Gone was the man who couldn’t make a decision, lost in his love for his precious Doctor Who . It was like watching some magnificent creature emerge from its shell. Mick seemed to stand taller, and he looked people in the eye when they spoke to him.
    “We must come back here,” Ceri said, as they looked around St Fagan’s Museum. “These old houses are amazing. I had no idea all this was here. There are so many places we could visit together, if you want to, that is.” The smile Mick gave him would have melted even the hardest of hearts. He wanted to take Mick in his arms there and then, and kiss him so hard he’d feel it all the way down to his toes. He grabbed Mick’s hand and pulled him into another room within the small, cramped house. But he was the one surprised to find himself pressed against a door, Mick’s hands all over him.
    “I know we shouldn’t be doing this here,” Mick said, as he plunged his tongue into Ceri’s mouth.
    “Nah,” Ceri tried to say as he rutted against him.
    “We’re gonna get left behind,” Mick continued before their open mouths reconnected in another bruising kiss. They battled with each other until Ceri gave in, letting Mick explore every inch of his teeth and mouth. Mick sucked on Ceri’s bottom lip and he groaned in response.
    “Need,” he heard Mick say.
    “What do you need?” Ceri said, keeping his voice deliberately low. “Tell me what you need from me. I’ll give you anything you want.”
    “Want to fuck you,” Mick growled. Now that was unexpected.
    “My pleasure,” Ceri said. “But perhaps here isn’t the right place for that. Tonight I’m all yours.”
    Mick stopped abruptly. “Sorry, I don’t know what… I don’t usually… I mean I haven’t.” He blustered and spluttered.
    “It’s all right, Mick. Believe me, I don’t mind. But you’re right, we’d better get going.” They ran towards the entrance laughing loudly and got on the coach.
    On the way to the next place, they had a quiz. Mick knew the answer to every single question, and they won easily.
    “Wow, you really are a fan, aren’t you?” the woman in the seat in front of them said. Mick blushed.
    “He is,” Ceri replied for him. “I swear he loves the Doctor more than anyone else.” Even me , he wanted to add.
    Three hours had passed by the time they returned to the castle. Everyone thanked the guide and the driver and Mick and Ceri made their way back to the bike.
    § § §
    Mick had bought himself a black jacket to go over his black jeans, which he teamed with a blue shirt and blue tie to go to the restaurant that night. Ceri also wore black trousers and shirt with his leather jacket, and a lurid orange tie; he’d bought it because it matched his current hair colour. Mick guessed they made an interesting couple when they walked into the restaurant. He looked around, his eyes darting everywhere.
    “It’s all right,” Ceri said, touching his back. Soon after they were seated the waitress took their order. Under the table, Ceri stroked his thigh so Mick almost squeaked out wanting lasagne for his main when those fingers almost reached his groin. He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be cross. Throughout the night, Ceri flirted outrageously with him, touching his arm and telling him how handsome he looked.
    “Tonight, I want you to have your wicked way with me,” Ceri whispered over the desserts.
    “Shhhsh,” Mick said, going red. “Not everyone needs to hear what you’re saying.” Ceri noticed him glancing around again to make sure no one was listening. “Really?” he asked.
    “Oh yeah, you’ve no idea how much I want to feel you inside me.”
    “Ceri, please! I won’t be able to get out from under this table