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Bloody hell! What a sodding, long day!
Thorin Durinson stood on the platform, a scowl on his face, as he waited for the train to come to a halt. The scowl kept everyone away because, honestly, who in their right mind was going to mess around with a six-two tall man who looked like he would tear their face off with one hand.
Just hope none of these people talk to me. I hate making small talk on the fucking tube!
He wasn’t really angry, he was just tired and he had one of those last-minute dinner/business meetings to attend that he had a sinking feeling he was going to get stood up at.
This particular client was notorious for stand-ups. He was wealthy and eccentric and had a very bad habit of canceling at the last minute; like as-Thorin-was-sitting-down-at-the-table-last-minute.
Why the hell do I have to continuously entertain these fucking old cronies that dad brought on board? Christ, the man’s been dead for five years now, I should just tell them all to shove off and be done with them!
But the truth was these old cronies were too wealthy to go tell to sod off, so, once again, Thorin was going out to dinner when he just wanted to go home, get into his underwear, have a cold one and watch the telly.
As the doors opened, Thorin fought his way to a seat along the side of the car and sat down. Some choose to stand even though there were a few seats still available, but as the train started moving, the car was pretty well full.
The bump and sway of the carriage were sort of relaxing and Thorin took a deep breath, hunched his shoulders, which cracked his back and then rolled his head so that he cracked his neck. He felt a little better after that.
Thorin looked at his watch. I’ve got twenty minutes so I might as well just relax.
Thorin decided to just look around. There were all the 'usual' riders; the old man dressed like it was mid-winter even though it was only September. Christ, how can the man not even break a sweat in a get up like that? The young hipsters that were heading back to tiny apartments after completing a long day at their low paying jobs. I don’t know how the hell young people can live in this city with the amount they are paid! Independent businesswomen in their business attire and severe haircuts, trying to make it in a world run by men. I wonder how many of them have been passed over because of their gender? I’d love to see someone try and pass Dis over! A few shaved head youths who still think they know it all. God, was I ever that stupid when I was young? Probably worse. And other businessmen like him, in various states of neatness; from freshly pressed to rumpled.
Then his eyes fell on a guy across the way and Thorin almost forgot to breathe.
Holy Christ is he cute!
Tussled honey-blond hair, deep green eyes, pure white tee-shirt with clean blue jeans, offset by a waistcoat and flawless skin.
I will bet you ten to one that waistcoat is vintage. It was the sort of outfit that Thorin could never dream of pulling off. Christ, it’s like it was made for him! And look at that face and those eyes and that hair; I wouldn’t mind taking a few long hours to explore what’s under those clothes.
The guy was reading a book and as Thorin watched, the guy slowly brought his right hand up to his mouth, the tip of a moist, pink tongue darted out, licked the tip of the guy's middle finger and then the blond used the finger to turn a page.
Thorin had to close his eyes.
JESUS CHRIST! Get a grip Durinson! Thorin’s mind was replaying the move and the tongue was what did it. I bet that tongue would feel good on the tip of my cock! Shit, I bet it would feel good just about anywhere, but just think of him taking my cock and slowly rolling back the foreskin with that tongue of his! I wonder what that tongue would taste like as well! Would be lovely to push my own tongue between his lips and get a taste of that mouth and tongue of his!
Thorin looked back and froze; the guy was looking right at him! Green eyes met Thorin’s blue and Thorin could almost feel an electric zing going through him. It didn’t help that that zing settled in his groin.
Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now? Have you a clue that I would love nothing more than to have you naked and straddling my lap as the sway of the train made you rock up and down on my hard cock?
The guy just gave Thorin a sweet smile but as the blond looked away, Thorin could swear he saw a pale pink blush spread across the cheeks of the guy. For a fraction of a second, Thorin laughed to himself. Too bad he can’t read my mind!
But Thorin was already thinking about the guy and himself, alone.
I’d love to get him in my office, strip him down to nothing and lay him out on the desk, flat on his back and work my mouth over his body, over and through every inch and crevasse. Hold him down while I work his balls with my tongue until I have him moaning and begging for me to give him some relief. Slowly lick my way up and down his cock until he starts wiggling around and then take him whole to the root and make him cum. Flip him over and then work my cock into him deep and long, feeling the tightness wrapped around my pole until I’m thrusting in and out and making him squeal like a cat in heat before finally letting go and filling him fully with my seed. Yeah, now that’s the way to end the fucking day!
Thorin chuckled to himself but looked over at the guy who had now blushed deep pink and … did Thorin just hear the guy giggle to himself? He shook his head; you’re losing it Durinson if you think the guy can read your mind. Of course, a small part of him wished the guy had read his mind! Would make it so much easier to have his way with the cutie!
Wouldn’t be so bad to have him naked in the kitchen either; drizzle him with warm chocolate syrup and whip cream and have him for a late night snack before bed!
The train came to a stop and Thorin snapped out of his musings.
Shit. I wonder if it’s too bold to ask for his number. Fuck it, we’ve already made eye contact and don’t fucking tell me he isn’t interested in at least a tumble.
As he stood and made to leave, so did most of the car. He only caught sight of the guy for a moment before the guy disappeared behind the multitude of people pushing for the exit.
It was near the door that fate played her hand.
Thorin was stopped for a second to let a woman out first when he suddenly looked down and there was the guy; right fucking next to him! In that second two things happened. One, Thorin realized that the guy only came to his shoulder and wasn’t that a total fucking turn-on! Thorin always loved the cute, cuddly ones; like a living teddy bear! And two the guy turned to him with want in his eyes and said in a barely heard whisper, “I actually like caramel sauce better than chocolate.”
Thorin stood there gaping and in that moment of hesitation, the crowd surged a bit, the guy was swallowed up by the throng, and Thorin lost all sight of him.
He fucking knew what I was thinking? He FUCKING knew what I was thinking! HOLY CHRIST ON A CROSS!
Thorin began to turn this way and that, hoping to catch sight of the guy but there was nothing. It was like the guy just disappeared. That is until Thorin caught a glimpse of the guy walking up the stairs to the street above. Thorin rushed after him and tried to keep a clear view but it was no use; by the time he hit the street, the guy was completely gone.
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All the way to the café, Thorin kept having to shake his head to clear it. He just couldn’t get his mind wrapped around the idea that the cute guy on the tube had not only not minded Thorin’s thoughts but the fact that the guy had clearly read them in the first place!
Just my luck! Met the perfect man and he disappears on me!
Thorin wondered what he could do. He didn’t have a fucking name and he had been too much of an idiot not to have tried to get a picture of the guy with his mobile! Dammit! Maybe I should just start taking the tube every fucking day at the same time and see if I run into him again! Yeah, that’ll work because we’re the only two fucking people to ever ride the tube and I am sure he will be doing the same thing! GOD DAMMIT!
Thorin finally reached the cafe but his mind was not on the meeting; he secretly wished he would be stood up and he could have an excuse to just keep searching for the cute guy.
London wasn’t that big, right? It will only take me … what? Thirty YEARS to knock on every fucking door?! Thorin suddenly remembered that movie, 'Love Actually', where Hugh Grant's character went door-to-door, looking for the girl he liked. Thorin would have laughed had it not been so fucking close to his reality.
Thorin stood silently brooding at the front of the cafe until the hostess walked over.
“Hello there,” the young girl asked.
“Hello,” Thorin said. “The name’s Durinson, I have a reservation.”
“Oh, yes,” the girl replied, looking at the list. “Table for two. There's a message for you, by the way.”
The hostess handed Thorin a folded piece of paper and he already knew what it would say even as he opened it. Of course. Grey canceled. Again. Fucking old coot. Apparently Mister Grey had something come up unexpectedly, but he hoped Thorin enjoyed his meal and had a wonderful night. How the hell does he know if my nights wonderful? Or even if I'm going to stay for that matter? Especially given that I have been stood up like a teenager on a blind date! Meddling old fool.
“If you want to follow me,” the girl said, “I'll show you to your table.”
For a second Thorin thought about telling the girl no and walking out, just to snub his nose at Grey. However, he immediately realized it would be more like cutting off his nose to spite his face. Fuck it, he was here, he was hungry and he might as well have dinner, even if he was alone and would rather be looking for his little blond teddy-bear. Thorin followed the young hostess through the restaurant. It was a nice place, not too pooh or twee, with a kind of modern post-World War II vibe; solid and steady, but relaxed. And, as fate would have it, the table was set in the back; Thorin figured he would have peace and quiet to think of ways to look for his guy.
He had just opened the menu and was looking over the choices when he suddenly felt someone behind him. Before he could turn, soft hands wrapped around his head and covered his eyes. Instinctively, Thorin reached up touched the hands covering half his face; they were as soft on the top as the palms were and he noted that, while they were smaller than his, they were still nicely proportioned.
“Guess who,” a smooth voice cooed in Thorin’s ear.
This can’t be! This can’t be happening! It can’t be him! Can it? “I have no idea,” Thorin replied quietly.
“Yes you do,” the voice whispered in Thorin’s other ear, and then he felt the ghost of lips on his earlobe.
“I don’t know your name,” Thorin said. But I want to, and so much more!
The hands released their hold and Thorin turned his head as the beautiful blond guy from the train walked around from behind him.
“I’m Bilbo,” The blond said, holding out his hand. “Bilbo Baggins.”
“Thorin,” Thorin said, almost in a daze, as he shook Bilbo's hand. “Thorin Durinson; at your service.”
Even in the dim light, Thorin could see Bilbo blush with his last statement.
“May I join you?” Bilbo asked quietly, indicating the chair across from Thorin.
“If you can read my mind,” Thorin quipped with a cocked eyebrow. “You know the answer.”
But Bilbo was already taking the chair before Thorin finished speaking.
If you can really read my thoughts; cough.
Bilbo covered his mouth with the back of his hand and coughed.
Fuck me five ways to Sunday.
“Did you know where I was going from my ...” Thorin tapped his head. “Or did you simply follow me?”
Bilbo looked down at his lap for a moment before looking back up and directly at Thorin with a cheeky smile. “I may have … walked in the same direction as you … just to see if what we shared on the train was … more than … random thoughts.”
Thorin just shook his head but his smile spread. Bloody hell, he's fucking cute! And I have a feeling this is the start of something wonderful.
“Yes,” Bilbo said, letting his smile spread. “I think it is too.”