Ten minutes later, and the road in front of them lit up with what looked like hundreds of red brake lights. "You should take a look around the city while you're there. There was a long, heart-stopping pause, but then the older man nodded. "Anyway, so, yeah, I'm going to Glasgow to meet up with my b-" shit, "my friend, who's there on business." He prayed Douglas hadn't noticed the slip. "It's fine, I wasn't really asleep," Max said, grinning at the man. "So why are you travelling to Glasgow?" Douglas asked, jolting him back into reality. Max rested his head against the window and let the mass of grey blur past. The motorway stretched out in front of them, featureless and hypnotising in its endless sameness. He made a mental note to be careful with what he said. It implied that the possibility hadn't even crossed his mind, which meant he was straight - and it was so wrong that Max automatically equated straight middle-aged man with homophobe but he did. He wasn't sure whether he was relieved or disappointed when Douglas didn't ask about boyfriends. "No girlfriend?" Douglas asked, flicking on his indicator to change lanes and overtake a red Volvo. "No kids or anything, nah." Max wanted to add "I have a boyfriend," but if this guy, as nice as he was, turned out to be a homophobe then he'd have to find someone else to give him a lift. Max's immediate thought was a divorce, though maybe his parents had just oversensitised him. "Not used to having someone else in the car." The tiny immoral part of him pointed out that he wasn't averse to good-looking men grabbing his leg, even if there was an age gap and potentially dyed hair involved. He was sure he'd do the same if he had to cope with one those fiddly things. But it seemed like everybody drove with them in Britain, and he was too apathetic from the cold to bother to watch again.Īs a result, he jumped a mile when the man's hand landed on his leg. In his first few car rides (especially the one from London to Cambridge) he had watched with interest the movement of the shift stick - he had never driven one and never really seen anyone else driving one, either. He could hear Douglas changing through the gears. As they began to pick up speed, Max shut his eyes and relaxed. "Yeah, it is fairly awful tonight." He ran his hand over his short blond hair, ruffling it upwards - Max could see a lot of grey at the roots and wondered whether it was dyed. "Seriously," Max babbled, "thank you so much! It's completely crazy out there!"ĭouglas chuckled. "I'm Douglas, pleased to meet you." They shook hands. "What's your name?" the man asked Max when Max had settled down in the seat with his sodden carry bag at his feet. " He gestured to his "jumped-into-a-swimming-pool-fully-clothed" appearance. The man smiled and Max could feel his face going red.
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The window rolled down with a faint purr and a middle-aged man leaned across from the driver seat. If there was a law of hitchhiking, it was that cars like that never stopped for people like him. Max contemplated swearing at them.Ī sleek black BMW slowed to a stop in front of him.
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What Mom had told him about the north of England being friendlier than the South was clearly a lie or maybe it just didn't apply to skinny blond American hitchhikers who were stupid enough not to pack for British weather.
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There hadn't been any nice people for forever. With nothing even vaguely waterproof not even his bag, unfortunately. It was pitch black, fucking freezing and it had just started raining really, really hard. A massive thank you to the people in the Feedback forum for helping me fix a couple of things in this. A repost to fix the lack of a condom that many people pointed out to me.