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It was Friday night, Dunk had scrambled to buy a train ticket to his hometown in less than three hours before departure. His mother had whined to him on the phone non-stop for hours before he finally gave up and searched for the closest possible train he could board before weekend arrives. While it's true that he hasn't been home for months, he couldn't help it when there's so little time for himself among his studies and modelling gigs.
Dunk tried to pack everything he might need for the weekend in one backpack; which might be less than he thought considering how everything would've been provided by his mother back home already.
He arrived at the station way sooner than planned as the traffic wasn't as jammed as usual. The train hasn't arrived at the platform, the staff told him it would arrive there soon enough. It's almost midnight by now and there isn't many people sitting in the waiting hall.
By the time Dunk found himself a seat near the train platform, his eyes caught a glimpse of a tall man walking towards him. Maybe because the man was tall; maybe because the man was walking steadily towards him; maybe because the man was undeniably hot; maybe because their eyes locked all the time the other man closes the gap between both of them. Dunk couldn't take his eyes off of him until he actually took a seat right across from him.
They finally broke off their eye contact barely seconds before the man settled himself on the seat, placing his single suitcase close to his body. Dunk cleared his throat and averted his gaze to the platform on his left side. Of course he knows it's rude to stare at someone, but is it even rude if they're actually staring at each other?
Dunk could feel a piercing gaze towards him from the stranger. It's almost as if he's being undressed naked by the stares alone if it's even possible. He dared himself to look back at the tall man.
Bingo. He caught the man staring at him.
But why isn't he looking away? Do they even know each other? Was it one of the models from his modelling gigs? Dunk is pretty sure he doesn't know such a stunning- he means, a tall man.
Dunk struggled to gulp down the pooling saliva that was stuck in his throat before he knew it. His eyes had wandered to the stranger's bare chest peeking out from the top three unbuttoned black shirt. The stranger only wore a simple black shirt, a pair of jeans, and a pair of white sneakers yet he's looking very luxurious already.
He pulled away his gaze as quickly as he can once the realization hits him. But the piercing gaze never stopped staring down at him. It was not an uncomfortable feeling, it was more of the shiver down his spine from an unknown excitement. What does the stranger even want from him? Is there something wrong about him? Does he look weird? Why is there an inexplicable emotion in his eyes?
Dunk was about to open his mouth and say anything at all to stop the gaze, but luck was not on his side. The announcement for his upcoming train cut his sentence short before anything even came out his lips.
The stranger got up from his seat at the announcement, not a single glance spared at him anymore. He went to stand closer to the platform as the train approaches. Dunk thought to himself that maybe, just maybe, they won't even see each other ever again by the time they got into the train.
Dunk had to swallow that thought quickly as soon as he spotted the stranger boarded the same wagon as him from the front door. His eyes followed the stranger until he sat down on a seat number that seems close enough to his.
Is it even a surprise at this point when Dunk found himself seated beside the stranger? Dunk sighed to himself, thinking the worst possible outcome is that somehow this man is his stalker considering the seat beside his wasn't sold yet when he bought it.
When Dunk approaches the seat, the man looked up from his seat for a second before throwing his gaze outside the window. One second this man was undressing him with his eyes and now he couldn't even spare another second out of politeness. Good. It's unlikely this man is his stalker, maybe his face is just familiar to him.
They sat in silence waiting for other people to board the train. Dunk glanced at the watch on his left wrist, fifteen minutes left, might as well catch some sleep now until they arrive at his hometown.
Until the train started running, Dunk barely able to keep his eyes shut close. He couldn't help but steal a glance or two towards the man beside him. Not just his looks, but the way he smells also caught Dunk's attention. Undeniably, it's almost as if this man came out of Dunk's own definition of a perfect man. The tanned skin, bulging muscles, hands that looks like it could hold him steady against the wall-
"You've been staring at me," the man's voice startled him, pulling him back to reality. He didn't even realize the train has started running and now the man beside him is looking at and talking to him. "I'm, I didn't mean to, I mean," Dunk stuttered, he was definitely caught off guard this time.
The stranger chuckled like a music to his ears, "it's okay. We've seen each other while waiting for the train right?"
Dunk couldn't find another word to leave his lips and simply nodded. "The train is pretty empty at this time of the day, huh?"
Only then he followed the stranger's gaze around them to find there's only a couple sitting a few rows behind them and an old man sitting even farther away. "Yeah, it's almost midnight after all," Dunk replied and turned his eyes back to the stranger.
They held their gaze locked unto each other's once again. That deep brown eyes felt like it could swallow him whole. Lock him up somewhere dark, mark him all over where it's possible, make him his and only his.
"May I?" The stranger suddenly leaned closer, an arm stretched towards his side. Dunk could feel his stomach churned and closed both of his eyes. Several seconds passed by and Dunk couldn't feel anything at all. He opened his eyes a little bit to find that the stranger waved a bundle of key in front of him. "It fell out of my pocket," the stranger explained.
"Oh," Dunk tried to hide his disappointment to no avail. He quickly straightened his posture as if it would help.
"Or were you expecting something else?"
Huh?
Before he knew it, the stranger had placed a hand on his knee. "May I?" He repeated himself, this time in a whisper dangerously close to his ears. With such a sweet voice on his ears, Dunk instinctively nodded his head, not even knowing what he's being asked for.
The hand moved slowly towards his thighs as the stranger whispered, "won't you tell me your name?"
"I'm, um, Dunk," his breath hitched between his sentence as the stranger's hand caresses his thigh in excruciatingly slow motion, "ah, Dunk Natachai."
"You can call me Joong, or Archen," he leaned even closer than Dunk thought was possible. His breath grazes the nape of his neck as another whisper escapes his lips, "or baby?"
A moan unexpectedly left Dunk's lips as the hand on his thigh moved to his crotch. "Ssh, you wouldn't want them to hear you right, Dunk?"
The way his own name rolled off Joong's tongue was intoxicating, it feels like he could hear it forever. "I've seen you since I got into the station," Joong mentioned, his hand moves painfully slow in circular motion on top of Dunk's crotch, "I'd be a fucking liar if I said this wasn't in my head at all."
"You're beautiful, Dunk," whispered Joong as he nipped a bit of Dunk's neck, leaving a small light pinkish mark there. "It truly feels like only looking at you is already a sin," his other hand slowly moved to unbutton Dunk's white shirt, "and now I get to taste the poisonous apple."
Dunk covered his mouth with a hand, trying to muffle the moans that are threatening to escape his lips. The whispers and the touch are way too painful for the growing bulge on his pants. He doesn't have a single conscience left in him to ask if this is even okay at all.
Another whimper escapes Dunk's lips as Joong went down to nibble on his exposed chest, startling both of them. The train's sound was fortunately loud enough to cover it up, but any more of it and they will be found out for sure. A grin appeared on Joong's lips, "let me help you, baby."
Not even a second passed by before he claimed Dunk's lips with his. Joong kissed him deeply than any other kiss he ever had, it almost as if the other man was ready to devour him right this instant. He could feel the growing desire between them as Joong's kiss gets even deeper and tongues were involved.
Dunk's own hand has started to travel towards Joong's private region, feeling the same growing bulge as his own. "Can I?" Dunk couldn't even recognize his own voice asking for permission in a whisper as they parted away for a bit. Joong simply nodded once the touch he received illicits low moans from his lips, which they tried to drown with the kiss. Dunk slowly climbed on top of Joong's lap, finding the desire had taken over all control of his own body.
Dunk opened his eyes a bit and glanced at the other passengers behind them whom doesn't seem to notice a thing. Yet. "Dunk," a whisper of his name as they parted away from the kiss for the second time, "focus on me."
"Archen," Dunk swallowed loudly as he find the eyes filled with lust are staring back at him. "I think," his sentence halted as he felt Joong's hand moved under his shirt, "I need you."
Joong looks startled for a bit as he heard the unexpected sentence from the man sitting on his lap. An awkward chuckle escaped his lips unintentionally, "well, this is bad."
"Were you not hoping for this?" Dunk quickly asked, worried he's been wrong all this time. But even then, was he even at the wrong when this man kissed him first?
"I was, of course," Joong held Dunk's waist firmly and buried his face on his neck, "I told you I've been hoping for this since I laid my eyes on you."
He stared deeply into Dunk's eyes before he continued, "I just wasn't expecting you were hoping for the same."
"Even after we kissed?" Dunk teased as he grinded the other man's crotch, whom of course in return let a moan out on his own. "Yeah, I mean, God, you're beautiful, Dunk."
His answer was definitely a surprise for Dunk. Does this man never take a look at his self?
"Joong," Dunk slowly descends down from the called man's lap. Once Joong's crotch was within his eye level, he put the zipper into his mouth and unzipped it down. "Where did your confidence go, sexy?" He asked as his hand slowly worked on the length in front of him.
"Fuck, Dunk," Joong's breath quickly goes heavier and his eyes widened at the sight. Dunk quickly took the length into his mouth, surprised but unsurprised at the size that barely fits his lips.
Every stroke of Dunk's tongue brought Joong closer to ecstasy. Of course, the man tried his best to stop himself from letting out whimpers and moans. Again, he would be lying if he said he wasn't hoping for this ever since he laid his eyes on Dunk. His fantasy actually came true, or even better, in less than half a day.
Joong put his hands on both sides of Dunk's head, "love," but there's no stopping Dunk. "I don't want to," it feels unreal to him that this beautiful man lusts for him as much as he does. Though the issue now is how to stop Dunk from making him cum too soon.
"Let me inside you," Dunk's movement finally stopped with the single sentence.
"I didn't prepare myself," Dunk whispered close to Joong's member, his breath dangerously grazing his inner thigh. "Ah, of course, I would be surprised if you did," Joong pulled the other man's chin close to his face before kissing him deeply once again, bringing Dunk back onto his laps.
Joong's kisses somehow feels like home to Dunk. The way he's desperately kissing him full with lust both excites and calms him down. Before he realized it, Joong had pulled down Dunk's pants and worked his fingers towards his entrance.
"I don't have any lube or condoms," Joong mentioned as he peppers kisses along Dunk's bare chest. Dunk stopped for a moment to consider his options before he brought his lower body down close to Joong's length. "I hope this is enough for now," he whispered to Joong's ear before giving it a lick.
Dunk put Joong's length in between his thighs, making sure to held it tightly there before grazing it towards his entrance teasingly. "Tell me if you like it," he whispered to the other man who has both his eyes widened.
Joong grabbed both sides of Dunk's hips and moved his body to create frictions between them, "We should ask that question to you considering how you just said you need me."
Dunk groaned almost way too loudly at both the frictions and Joong's sweet voice. He couldn't think of anything else everytime he felt the tip of Joong's member grazed his entrance. If this is already ecstasy, how would it be when he's inside him?
The precum leaking from the tip of Joong's member made it almost easier to slip in. Dunk shuddered at the thought as Joong worked his lips on his chest while still moving their hips close together. "Were you imagining how it is when I'm inside you?" The other man asked, a devilish grin plastered on his lips, making him almost way too handsome.
"Shut up," Dunk replied instead and brought their lips together into another kiss. Joong's movement quickly sped up, almost as if he's fucking him senseless right here and right now. "Fuck, Dunk," he managed between their kisses, "so good for me."
Dunk was startled at the sudden volume increase of Joong's voice. He shot his eyes open to look at the other passengers sitting behind them, suddenly aware of their existence once again. The old man is sleeping soundly while the couple are currently making out as well.
"What are you looking at, love?" Joong asked between his thrusts, "focus on me." His last words were accompanied with a hard thrust. Dunk felt like if he really was inside, he would've been seeing stars and came that instant.
"Haah," Dunk sighed a little bit too loud for their liking but they don't even care at this point, "are you jealous?"
Joong hummed right onto the bare skin of his chest sending shivers down Dunk's back, "am I not allowed to?" Dunk groaned as he himself started to grind back against Joong's member, craving for more friction between them.
"The couple behind us," Dunk manages between his gasps, "they're making out."
"How about the old man?" Joong asked as he sped up their movement, feeling close to his release already.
"He's, uh," Dunk found himself struggling to think, or even look anywhere else. All he wanted, everything in his mind is Joong. The hotness of his breath, the thickness of his member. God, he wants this man inside him so fucking bad.
"Tell me, love," Joong whispered to Dunk's neck, not affording to put any halt on their movement, "what's the old man doing?"
"He's, ah," Dunk struggled as his body was being controlled by Joong's arms without any rest. When he finally managed to find the old man, their eyes met. Dunk's whole body shook in pleasure as he shot his release right onto Joong's bare chest.
Joong was closer than ever as he watches Dunk's expression when he climaxes. The body held in his arms slumped towards his own body, still being moved around for his own release like a sex toy. "He's watching us," Dunk managed to whisper in a low voice.
One, two, three more thrusts and Joong finally reached his climax. He came undone on Dunk's body on top of him, shooting some his release a bit way too far on the other male's cheek.
Dunk smiled in satisfaction watching Joong came for him. The only thing on his mind was to wipe the cum on his cheek with his finger and licked it clean. Joong watched the whole thing unfolds with widened eyes before murmuring to himself, "why is this man so fucking sexy?"
A minute passes by with Dunk laying on top of Joong, their breaths slowly syncronized into a calming rhythm. Joong brushed the strands of hair on top of Dunk's head before placing a kiss there. "Let's get dressed," he whispered while supporting Dunk's weight to help him pull up his pants.
"Was that old man looking at us the whole time?" Dunk shrugged at the question as they helped each other button up, "I thought he was asleep but I'm not sure either. Our eyes met at the end."
Joong clicked his tongue, "that's not good."
"What is?"
"He saw how hot you were," Dunk gently slapped the other man's upper arm at his answer, "I'm not doing this anymore."
"You want this to be a one time thing?"
Dunk couldn't help but laugh at how Joong was unable to conceal his surprise and disappointment at all. He glanced at his watch, "we still have an hour to sleep before arriving."
"Dunk, love? Was it that bad?" Now it's truly as if all confidence he had back then was gone. Where has that man who seduced him gone to?
"Get some sleep and fuck me properly when we arrived, Archen."