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Lance and Bradley's relationship has been stagnant for a while now, and Bradley decides to book the two of them on a four-day Incan trek to Machu Picchu in order to spice up their love life.
Unfortunately, the spice seems to be between Lance and the hot and sexy tour operator of the group, Steve. Bradley notices the attraction between the two immediately and his jealousy compels him to abandon the hike halfway through. As the attraction continues to escalate between Lance and Steve, Lance faces a tough dilemma - to try and mend a relationship with Bradley that just won't work out or to uproot his entire life and start afresh.
Estimated Word Count: 13,500
"Why the long face?"
Lance turned to face the man that popped out of the tiny coach. He was a mountain of a man, about six foot tall, tanned and handsome, with piercing blue eyes. His long blond hair fell messily by the side of his ears, contained underneath a Khaki-coloured cap and as the edges of his lips lifted up in a smile, two dimples formed on his cheeks. He wore a fitted tee, the sleeves ending just above his lithe, sinewy biceps, and cargo bermudas that revealed a pair of athletic calves.
"I uh..." he said. Then silence.
"You're not much for talking, are you?" the man said, his mouth widening in a grin. "The name's Steve and I'm the tour organiser. Are you Lance or Bradley?" he said, extending his hand out for a handshake.
"I'm uh...Lance." Lance mumbled, as he shook Steve's hand. Steve's grip was firm and Lance could feel the callouses on his hands press against his own.
"Nice to meet you, Lance," he said, turning away, "And you must be Bradley."
Lance stared at the two of them as Bradley and Steve exchanged pleasantries. For some reason or another, he thought that the trek was going to be organised by some experienced Peruvian operators. Steve looked like he came straight out of a surfer movie. Not that he was complaining.
"Well, we'd best get going," Steve said, turning back to Lance. "We've got a loooooong day ahead of us."
Hopping back onto the coach, Steve gave Lance a quick wink. Lance couldn't help but blush a little. Those eyes, those piercing blue eyes seemed to stare right into him and Lance could tell there was a glimmer of mischief in them. For a second, he forgot about the mild throbbings in his head as he got into the tiny coach. Bradley came soon after and they both squeezed inside the glorified mini-van. There was barely any space for their backpacks. Scanning the interior, Lance noticed that aside from himself and Bradley, there were only five others on the coach - three European-looking guys and one Asian couple. Lance had overheard Bradley and Steve talking and it turned out that their hotel was the last stop before the real tour began. If this was really the case, it was going to be a really small group trekking all the way to Machu Picchu.
"Let me help you with that." Steve said, lifting the backpacks as if they weighed nothing and putting them onto the small storage compartment overhead. His tee lifted slightly over his waist as he manoeuvred the backpacks and out the corner of his eye, Lance couldn't help but check out the toned six-pack peeking out from underneath.
"That was a nice eyeful, wasn't it?" Bradley whispered into Lance's ear as Steve made his way to the front of the coach, "You could dry your clothes on those abs."
"Didn't notice." Lance had nearly forgotten that Bradley was sitting next to him.