Shaun & Ian
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Alternate title: How going to Angels party changed my life (for the better)
Shaun, who's a twenty-something old Scot living in England decided to try something new and what better opportunity than Angel's birthday/costume party? Especially since his overbearing but well-meaning twin brother is out of town for the weekend, and thus can't stop him. A few drinks, good conversations and maybe even a little flirting with the other masked party people.
Who knows what will happen?
What he hadn't planned on was Ian, Angel's friend from the States. They end up snogging that same night, but that's also as far as it goes.
The following morning they're caught in bed by Shaun's twin, T.C.
There might be some... Saucy bits here and there, but nothing more than one would find in any day time soap opera. ;)
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