Sorry this took so long and you guys may not like it, but the next chapter is going to have some fun in it.

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Dave woke up with a massive headache. Yeah. He dreamed about that wonderful boy from the bar all night. And now he couldn't stop himself from thinking about how he was serenaded in front of a bar full of people. There was a knock at his door.

"Breakfast is ready David. Come down as soon as yer done." The innkeeper's wife was a fantastic cook, and the food came with the room.

"Be down in a minute!" He called, grabbing his stuff and heading for the shower.

He sat down at the table and observed the food around him. Pancakes and eggs with bacon, sausage, steak, and everything in between. Grabbing some eggs and bacon, he started to eat, just then noticing the others at the table. One in particular was staring right at him.

It was the guy from the bar. His ice blue eyes were piercing right through Dave, and he felt his heart stop.

"Oh, David, this is me son. He came home last night and will be spending some time with us. Rory, this is David. Perhaps you could show him around? He's new and everything."

"Sure mum." He said lightheartedly, never taking his eyes away from Dave, creating a rush of color to the formers cheeks. Dave didn't like that he loved that voice. Spoken and singing.

Soon after eating, Dave left the house, heading to his favorite spot, when a voice made him stop. Rory had caught up to him.

"So did ye like the song?" He asked.

"What?" Dave asked, feigning stupidity.

"The song. You couldn't have been that pissed."

"Oh, yeah. That was a nice song. I haven't heard that one in a while." He kept walking, avoiding eye contact as much as possible, spotting the ledge overlooking a gorgeous view, he strode over to it and gazed at the valley, still ignoring his companion.

"You aren't fooling me, boyo." He said, his voice low, seductive, and it made the hair stand on the back of the footballers neck. "You liked that song more than you care to admit.

"I'm not gay." Dave muttered, still keeping his eyes glued to the sky.

Rory chuckled. "You're as gay as I am straight." The shorter boy stood on his toes and kissed Dave on the cheek. "See ye around, David."

Dave couldn't help but press his fingertips to where the smaller boy's lips had been and watch him walk away, his hips swinging in the tight jeans he was wearing.

That night, at dinner, Rory took the seat right next to Dave and scooted his chair close. Too close. Before the American could protest, he felt a hand on his knee. He held his breath, but the hand just stayed there, not moving, except for the occasional brush of fingers that made his heart skip a beat. Distracted, he only ate half of his food, and after thanking Mrs. McDonald, he hurriedly went to his room. He didn't notice that Rory had followed him until he felt a hand around his waist. God this boy was touchy.

"Ye know, that shirt looks really good on you." Rory murmured. "And those jeans, just hug your hips just right. Next time ye intend to go to the pub, you don't want to be alone, someone will try to take ye home. I doubt ye want that."

Dave blushed, he couldn't help himself. "I doubt that would happen, but thanks for being concerned."

"The bloke behind you was eyeing you like a stuffed turkey. If I hadn't sang to ye, he would've made a move. Doubt you'd be able to resist him, though."

That was it. He was looking out for him. "I don't need you to look out for me, but thanks. I can handle myself."

"Oh I don't doubt that bear cub, but a good looking boy like yourself needs to be spoken for. Or am I too late in doing so?"

"Is this what you do? Pick up American tourists and try to sleep with them?" Dave snapped, finally seeing where this was going.

"What would give you that idea?" Rory said, a puzzled look on his gorgeous face.

"Because that's what you are trying to do." He said, "You barely know me, and I can only think of one thing that all of this touching, and talk about guys taking me home and me being gay would lead to."

For the first time, a look of sadness crossed Rory's face, only to be replaced by the same flirty look, but the expression didn't quite reach his eyes and Dave could tell something was wrong. "As much as I'd love to have you in me bed, that was the last thing on me mind last night." And he walked down the hallway.

Dave called after him."Then what was your intention last night?" He asked.

"That, you will never know." He winked and strode off, not before looking back. "Oh, me mum wants me to show you around tomorrow. We'll leave right after breakfast, so be ready."

Dave watched him walk away and he could've sworn his heart skipped a beat. Cursing, he strode into his room and prepared himself for a long night in.

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Don't worry, The next chapter will have some fights, angst, and fluff... yay!