Clint had never thought he would end up here, sweating in a public bathroom with a stranger's lips on his neck. He loved his wife and always thought he knew what he wanted, but something about this stranger made him want to throw caution to the wind.
The man's name was Roman, and he was tall with broad shoulders and chiseled features. Clint couldn't help but notice the dark tattoos that snaked up his arm. He pushed Clint against the stall door and began kissing him fiercely.
"Fuck," Clint whispered, surprised at the intensity of their interaction. "I don't know about this. I've never done anything like this before."
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," Roman said, pulling back to look at him. His intense gaze made Clint's heart race. "But if you do want this, I'm here for you."