Disclaimer: This story is purely ficticious. None of the events in this story actually occured. I do not know John Glover or Michael Rosenbaum nor do I have knowledge as to their sexual orientation.
Neither of them heard him enter the barn and make his way to the top of the loft steps. The older man was busy sucking on his lover's nipple while trying to insert as many fingers as he could up the younger man's ass.
His partner didn't hear either over his own restrained moans and the noise the worn sofa made beneath him. Both men were so enraptured that the first sign they were not alone was when the intruder spoke.
"Oh .. I..Sorry..." The brunette spoke flushing with embarrassment.
The two froze in place. Neither believing this was happening. The older man spoke first.
"Umm... gives us...a moment Tom., John said turning his head towards Tom while protectively shielding his lover's face. He knew it was futile. After all Michael was recognizable at any distance.
Tom turned to leave. "I just... I was looking... my cell phone."
"A minute please.", John said emphatically.
When he was sure Tom was gone he extracted his hand from Michael and fell on top of him. He rested his head on the younger man's forehead and sighed. He wiped his hand on the edge of his half opened shirt and sat back on his heals straddling Michael
"Now what?", Michael asked searching John's face. John brushed back his long brown hair with his other hand.
"We talk to him.", he answered. "We hope he keeps this to himself. And next time we use the set of the castle", John smiled.