Owen Dennis is a twenty-two year old submissive who has a hard time finding a Master due to his muscular frame and dislike of bottoming. He settles for being a switch, but he wants more. He's oblivious, anxious, works out all the time, frequents fra...
One o'clock in the morning came way too early for Owen even though he'd been expecting it. Because David set up a private jet, he got to pick out the departure time, and David wanted to arrive while it was daytime in Scotland. Which meant accounting for the six or seven hour time difference between New York City and Scotland. In order to make that happen, they had to take about a ten and a half hour flight that started at three am and ended at what would be one something in New York. Owen was admittedly not much of a morning person, so getting up in the morning before the roosters crowed was not in his list of top ten favorite things to do. Getting through the airport was easy and he ended up sleeping through the majority of the flight. That was better for him honestly, since he was excited about seeing Wyatt, sleeping made the time pass faster. The cab ride to the hotel was great, the guy driving the car was giving them short little snippets of history lessons and it was really interesting. The city was gorgeous, old historic architecture with intricate designs, so warm and inviting, even with the pale grey clouds looming overhead.
Everything was so beautiful and seemed Victorian-era-esque. As the son of an architect, it was definitely pleasing to the eyes. He had been raised in the south, so there were some cool buildings and stuff there, but it was a rare occurrence. Basically everything in the city Owen had grew up in was shaped like barns, or churches, with the exception of some of the more modern buildings like the jail--which Owen was pretty sure had to be rebuilt after a tornado plowed through the old one. It wasn't a happy event, but luckily the county he grew up in was small enough that they only had temporary holding cells. Anyone who got arrested for longer stints were held and then sent over to the next city.
Owen's dad had picked that city because it was small and the plots of land were big enough for him to build his house on. Unsurprisingly, their house made them look like millionaires in comparison to some of the other houses, just because they all had the same layout and build. They were also a little smaller, but his dad had tried to contain his artistic architecture side to make it at least blend in with the rest of the county.
It honestly made him sound kind of like a jackass, but his dad wasn't really... bad. He was well-off, but definitely not rich. His house was his splurge--the only thing that Owen had ever actually seen his father spend a lot of money on. As an architect, he wanted to design it to be exactly how he wanted it, and honestly if it made him happy, more power to him, right? They didn't have any neighbors for their house to affect the buying or selling prices of, so it wasn't that big of a deal.
When they pulled up in front of the hotel, David fumbled around with his wallet for the money he'd exchanged at the airport--Owen was not the best at currencies, but he was pretty sure in the UK they used 'pounds' and he was pretty sure they were exactly like the money from the USA except maybe a little prettier. While he waited on David, he looked up at the hotel in wonder. It was not exactly what he was expecting, yet it was? The old architecture was perfectly fitting for its location, it was radiant and beautiful, and definitely the nicest hotel Owen had ever been at before.
Owen dug through his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone, eyes widening when he realized it had auto-updated his time zone. It was surprising to him because he hadn't even thought about it yet. Owen shot Wyatt a quick text message to let him know he was outside the hotel. Wyatt responded quicker than Owen had been prepared for.
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