The Train Station

Copyright © July 2016 by Phetra H. Novak

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The Train Station

By Phetra H. Novak

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay with you? Keep you company? I really don’t mind.”

Johannes shook his head, smiling. “Nah, dad; go home and go back to bed and sleep for another couple hours. I’ll be fine.” Johannes patted his dad’s hand where it lay on the steering wheel, before slipping out of the car, stretching lazily, and letting out a silent yawn. Resting his arm on top of the car, he bent down to grab his large backpack.

“You have a little over an hour to kill; it’s an awfully long time with nothing to do,” his dad insisted.

“I’ll be fine, dad, really. I’ve got my reading tablet, my phone, headphones. I’m all set. Go home,” Johannes ordered with a wink. With music and books at hand, he was solid.

“Alright, alright. I won’t argue with you. There’s no point when you dig your heels in any way.”

“I’m glad, pops, that after twenty-two years, you finally learned,” he teased.

“Cheeky brat!” His dad smiled fondly. “Call when you are there, yes?”

Johannes rolled his eyes; his dad was such a mother hen. He was the one who always worried, calling that extra time just to make sure everything was alright; while his mother, the psychologist, was more of ‘a slap on the shoulder; good luck and love you, son’ kind of mom. He loved his parents both just the same.

“I will; promise! Don’t worry too much, huh? I’m a big boy; I’ll be fine.”

It was his dad’s turn to roll his eyes.

With a soft chuckle, Johannes said his good-byes and hefted his backpack up and over his shoulder. With a gentle hand, he slammed the door shut and tapped the roof. Once his dad had gone, he headed for the square located inside the train station to check on his train. After that, he’d decided to go to the nearest available coffee shop and dump his ass into one of those large comfy chairs, with a huge black coffee. He didn’t need to eat.

Being an elite sportsman, he’d learned a long time ago to eat when he needed, even early mornings because, when he was younger, a lot younger, he remembered getting up at five am every Saturday and Sunday to go hockey training at six am. It was how it was back then; the younger you were, the earlier you had to practice because ice time was scarce.

He caught his reflection in a window and wondered if his solid bulk and height would tempt those major NHL teams to draft for next season. It did all sound very promising.

Reaching the info board he found his train and was instantly disappointed.

“Shit!”

His train was going to be late - technical fault. What bullshit! He didn’t have to go by train that often but as sure as hell when he did, something always went wrong. It was the Swedish Railway System in a damn nutshell. Fuckers. The revised time was currently showing as seven-thirty instead of the original six-forty-two, giving him one and a half hours instead of just sixty minutes to wait. What a crock.

Running a hand through his hair, pondering his choices, he decided that he could either stay where he was or he could run by Adam’s. Did he call him lover yet? Sort of. They were more than fuck buddies, true … but lovers? Either way, the sex was, for the want of a better word … fucking awesome! Then there was the small fact that Johannes wasn’t out - not really. He wouldn’t deny anything if asked but he didn’t advertise the fact either. The sports world was still pretty macho and perpetuated the myth that ‘men don’t screw or love men’. Since there was no one special in his life, was there any point in getting on the barricades?

Pulling out his phone, Johannes scrolled down the screen until he found Adam’s number; with any luck, the man was just getting in from being out all night. If he was asleep, Johannes knew he’d be forgiven after dangling the lure of great sex.

“Hannes, sexy man! What a happy surprise?!”

“Sounds happy, and pretty alert too,” Johannes thought, grinning to himself.

“I thought you were going to Stockholm this weekend; something happened to change that?” Adam asked, sounding hopeful.

“Hey, yourself! I am still going but the damn train is almost two hours late.” He grumbled but he doubted that he sounded that upset; the prospect of some hot action had him excited, and hearing Adam’s smooth sexy voice had his body waking up and taking notice.

Adam had a voice that was a note lower than everyone else’s; sultry and suggestive, and that alone was as sexy as hell. Johannes had to agree that even though Adam was damn attractive, it was his confidence that made people look twice.

“Oh, really! And this made you think of me; how sweet. You want me to chat you up for a bit?” Adam teased, laughing quietly.

“Not so much talking … but you could be using your mouth.”

“Oh! Oh! Will I now? You got a lollipop in your pocket? You know I like salty caramel, right?”

Oh, fuck! The suggestion buried in those words went straight to his dick. He might even be leaking, and there he was, in the middle of the damn train station, with a possible wet spot on the front of his pants.

“I got a lollipop alright and more salt than you can handle.”

Adam let out a snort of laughter.

“Cocky bastard,” Adam coughed, recovering.

“Brat!” Johannes countered.

“Maybe you could suck me for once unless you’re worried about not being able to take all of me,” Adam snickered.

“Haven’t I proved to you that I am more than capable of handling your above-average-size dick? More than once.” Johannes spoke low into the phone. “Not the thickest but damn, the longest …”

“You’re the only one who’s taken it all. And damn, it feels good.”

“Fuck!”

“What?”

“I might just have come a little.” Johannes laughed. “My train has been delayed, giving me some time to kill. You feel like meeting up at your place?”

“I do. But I’m almost at the Train Station. I have an idea. Lose the bag, handsome.”

“Idea meaning what exactly?”

Adam’s ideas could be anything and everything, ranging from practical jokes to on the borderline getting arrested. He loved playing. End of. Foreplay many times consisted of chasing Adam around trying to catch him before he finally let himself be caught. There was never a dull moment with him around.

“Meaning, get rid of the bag and wait for me by the info boards; ok? Trust me.”

His phone went silent. Rolling his eyes but doing as Adam suggested, he walked to the nearest set of luggage boxes, dropping his bag inside the nearest one that was free.

Wasting time, figuring it would take Adam at least a few more minutes to get there, he shuffled along looking up into the cathedral-like space. However, the best sight of the morning was that his favorite coffee shop was starting to open, and if nothing else, he could treat Adam to breakfast and he’d have company for a while.

His phone vibrated in his pocket; pulling it out he saw a text from Adam.

“You got rid of the bag?”

He laughed softly, shaking his head. “What you got planned that makes it so important that I got rid of my bag? But yes, it is all locked away.” He hit send, turning in a full circle slowly to see if he could spot Adam coming in.

Adam knew how to make him laugh. They were great friends. They had been from the day they had met, and they’d always had this chilled no drama type relationship. Adam understood Hannes’ predicament in that he didn’t want to broadcast his sexual orientation … but when it came to the sex between them, it was fucking amazing.

“Hannes!”

On hearing his name, he spun around as Adam came jogging towards him; a wide grin spread across his lips.

“Hey, you!” He said when Adam came up, stopping just short of running right into him, and was immediately embraced by two long arms that wrapped themselves around his neck. He slid his own arms around him giving the man a hug back. Leaning back to look into his face and meeting Adam’s open and warm gaze, he asked, “You good?”

“Yeah, of course.” Adam leaned back slowly letting his arms slide away from around his neck, touching him as he went, purposely hitting his most sensitive spots. Even through the thin layer of his t-shirt, Johannes could feel the heat and intent of Adam’s touch. It was to tease and arouse and, if hearing his voice on the phone had gotten Johannes’ dick to take notice, having him there in the flesh, talking and touching, had the space in his pants shrinking by the second.

A noise that sounded very much like a growl escaped his lips; it wasn’t really intentional but it got Adam’s attention long enough that he looked up and their eyes met once more. A flash of desire mixed with the familiar glint burned in the pits of Adam’s eyes. With a soft almost devilish smile on his lips, Adam slipped his hand inside his shirt to tweak a nipple.

“Don’t start a game you can’t finish, Boy.”

A shiver instantly zipped through Adam’s body as Johannes said that one little word. Oh, yes; two could play at that game. Adam loved it when he called him Boy and ordered him around, at least in the bedroom - their lovemaking was usually on the rough side and before they’d met, neither had realized just how hot some of this stuff was. Hell; it was Adam who had introduced Johannes to handcuffs, cock rings of all kinds of kinks, and his personal favorite - orgasm denial. Lucky for him his current lover also loved being denied orgasms only to blow like a geyser when he was finally allowed to come.

“Oh; I plan to finish alright, and so will you if you just do as you are told …”

Everything went silent for about a second before both of them collapsed into a belly-hugging laugh because they both knew who the more sexually submissive one was, and it wasn’t Johannes. “Stop laughing, you douche!” Adam swatted at him playfully, stifling another eruption of laughter. “Just humor me.”

“Uh-huh; I’ll humor you.” Johannes kept laughing and Adam just rolled his eyes at him. So damn cute.

“Yeah, yeah… we all know you are a stud and fuck like a God, especially when you get all domineering and shit. Now listen.” He quirked a brow, giving Adam a playful glare but Adam didn’t get one bit intimidated - the cocky little shit - instead, he simply wagged his brows.

“Close your eyes and count to thirty.”

“Then what?”

“Then follow the yellow brick road and come find me.”

“And then what?”

Adam leaned in closer making sure that no one could hear him. “You get to fuck me like you really mean it, right here at the train station where anyone can accidently find us. My ass, your cock, a date, right now.” Screw him! Johannes could feel his eyes becoming as big as saucers. But Adam looked cool like a cucumber; he wasn’t kidding. The mischievous smile said it all and he was damned if his dick didn’t go rock hard at the idea.

“You’re serious.”

“Like a heart attack.”

“You know my predicament.”

“I do but no one will find us.”

“How do you know?”

“Because look at this place; it’s still ninety percent dead and where we are going, no man will follow… most likely.” It was the most likely that bothered him but, one look into Adam’s eyes, which were begging him to say yes, got him good. Fuck it! His dick was begging him to, and he knew he was lost.

Going against his better judgment, Johannes said, “OK.”

Adam lit up, eyes going wide and lips curving up into a huge grin. Taking a quick look around and, seeing there was no one in the immediate vicinity, Johannes gripped Adam’s chin, bringing his lips to his for a hard kiss. The second their lips met, heat exploded between them; Adam’s lips yielded the second his tongue started to push against his lover’s mouth, demanding entrance. Adam leaned hard against him and let out a soft whimper when Johannes ended the kiss.

“One,” he started to count, brushing his thumb over Adam’s lower lip before letting him go, “two; you better start running pretty boy; three, because when I get you, I’m going to devour you whole; four,” Adam blinked once and then again while Johannes continued to count, “five, six, seven …” and with a final grin, Adam took off, disappearing behind Johannes, who closed his eyes. He grinned, taking his time, “… eight … nine …”

When he was done, he took out his phone and texted.

“Ready or not here I come!”

There was no reply but he hadn’t expected one; instead, he turned around knowing for sure which way Adam had gone.

On his left, a little further up, the coffee shop had opened its doors and the girl working the shop was drying off the tables and putting out signs.

In a way, he couldn’t believe what he was about to do. As of yet, he hadn’t done a thing and he could still end it, but he wasn’t going to. No way. And that’s when he saw it, there on the back of a chair, a jacket, a very familiar leather jacket; one that he was pretty sure belonged to Adam. In grabbing it, the coffee girl spoke, “A guy dropped it there a minute ago, saying someone would be by to pick it up soon.” The girl said with a crooked smile. “You that guy?”

Johannes nodded. “Yes. That would be me. Thanks.”

“No problem. He might have dropped something else a little further up, I’m not sure; I haven’t been up to look yet.” She said, pointing straight ahead.

“I’ll check. Thanks. I appreciate the help.” He really did, the sooner he found Adam the sooner he’d be balls deep in the man’s ass.

A little further down, on the floor, right next to a large trashcan, he found Adam’s shirt. Was the man undressing? More than just his jacket and shirt? Was he getting naked? Johannes just about managed to stifle his groan when the coffee shop girl’s voice sounded right behind him.

“Why is he undressing…here of all places?” She didn’t sound offended; on the contrary, she knew that something was up and sounded more than a little curious.

“He’s an exhibitionist.” And that was no lie.

“And what; you’re his keeper?” She looked puzzled and Johannes was surprised that she actually seemed to believe him.

“Something of that…nature.” He had to strain himself to not start laughing but it was impossible for her to even imagine in her wildest fantasies that someone would play this sort of game in a public place like a train station. It was nuts, crazy, and absolutely a one-hundred percent turn on. He couldn’t believe it was turning him on as much as it was. The game itself was part of the excitement, and to see what else of Adam’s wardrobe he’d find next, and what the wild goose chase was leading up to, had his dick pushing hard against the zipper of his jeans.

He was just about to start walking again when his phone buzzed. This time, when he checked his messages, there was a short fifteen-second video of Adam stroking himself off. Johannes was stunned, mesmerized by the sight of that long fine dick and Adam’s hand moving slow and with a purpose to arouse him, to make him want him more than he already did. Like that was even possible.

Letting out a low needy groan, he texted with quick fingers.

“You better not come, and if you do, make sure you can get it up again before I get there. If not, I’ll be forced to spank you!” Snickering to himself, Johannes held the phone in his hand this time because he knew that would get a reaction out of his man.

In the meantime, he passed through the stone archways leading out from the old train station building into the much more recently built bus terminal.

“Sweetheart; that ain’t a good incentive to get me to quit playing with my cock. That shit will just push me over the edge.”

He laughed because that was pretty much as true as anything could get; he had known that it would get to Adam; he was such a little perv and loved dirty talking just as much as the actual doing. His phone pinged again.

“Also; are you getting here sometime today? I was promised a cock up my ass; yours if I was not mistaken and, dude all I have are my fingers.”

If there was one image better than the one Adam had sent him jacking off, it was the image of him opening himself up. Adam knew just how to drive him crazy.

The noise of the cleaning machine coming closer - only to thonk once before going silent - had him look up and see what had made it stop. The household technician had gone off to pick up a black and white sneaker.

“Excuse me!” Johannes called, jogging up to the man. “Yeah; sorry, that shoe belongs to my friend. He’s a little tipsy… and thinks he’s at home. Go figure.” Johannes smiled.

“You kids do the strangest things these days,” the man said, shaking his head, but there was a soft smile on his lips, “… skinny dipping in fountains, and getting undressed in train stations. When I was young - and mind you, it wasn’t THAT long ago - we settled for skinny dipping in the ocean. That was considered daring back then.” The old man sat back down on the seat of the cleaning machine.

“I’d say it still qualifies,” Johannes said with a smile; what was the harm in making the guy feel young and good about himself?

“If it is; what would you call what your friend is doing?” The man queried, giving him a curious look.

“Crazy. He’s a nutcase. A boy on the brink of losing his mind.” Johannes winked playfully, making the older man laugh.

“Don’t tell him you said that or he will think that you don’t love him.” The man winked back, and as he pushed the little button to get his machine going again, Johannes could only stand there, gawking at the older man. How’d he know?! With a raise of his hand and before Johannes could say anything else, he had gone back to work and out of earshot.

The shoe in his hand had been pointing in the direction of the underground garage; Johannes had parked there a time or two himself. He headed to the stairs, which were located a little off to one side, and no one really wandered there unless they were heading specifically to the garage, which for their purposes was a good thing. Following the clues and what he himself had figured out, he hadn’t reached the stairs before he saw Adam’s other shoe, sitting on the handrail.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Johannes stopped abruptly, mid-stride. In reaching for Adam’s other shoe, he caught a glimpse of something in the shadows.

He let his eyes adjust. The only light coming in was that from the large window, which was positioned some way higher up. When his eyes had gotten used to the gloom, he found Adam pressed up against the wall, with his briefs and jeans around his knees.

“Damn; look at you, boy.”

Bringing the shoe with him, he took a few steps, admiring the man before him for a few more seconds before bounding all the way to the bottom. Adam’s face was turned his way, lips slightly parted and eyelids at half-mast. Leaning heavily against the wall, his back arching and his ass pushed out with two of his fingers sliding in and out of his hole, his cock hard and leaking.

Johannes moaned, licking his lips. The smooth glide of the fingers disappearing into Adam’s hole over and over was the lure; he wanted in on the action. Hell, he wanted to feel for himself that hot sleeve gripping him tight and bringing him to a climax. Stopping next to Adam, Johannes smiled, tracing the guy’s lips with his index finger to get his full attention. Their gaze met, locking them together; their need jumping between them like an electric charge. Another moan from both of them, this time, echoing between the walls as Adam sucked Johannes’ finger into his mouth, immediately working it like it was a cock.

“Geez, Adam, you really know how to drive a man insane.” A bite to his finger made him jerk, the sting soothed by Adam’s tongue at the same time; his lover smiled and his eyes were sparkling. Little shit. Johannes' finger slipped out of Adam’s mouth with a pop.

“You gonna stand there and talk all day or you gonna get in on the action too?” Adam teased, but behind the teasing, there was a need to be taken and fucked quick and hard. Johannes knew what his lover liked and if there was one thing he liked more than playing games it was being mastered, bent over and fucked. He had told Johannes a long time ago how it made him fly … and add a little denial in there and the little shit would be putty in his hands.

“Eventually, maybe, if you stop being such a brat. I sort of like watching this right here; it’s like a private show… well, a private show that, as you said, could go public anytime.” Johannes trailed his fingers down Adam’s neck as he spoke, feather light touches designed to drive him mad; only to pinch his nipples really hard when he grazed over them. Adam moaned loudly, and his fingers stopped moving for a second.

“Did I say you could stop; keep going and open yourself up for me.” Johannes leaned in with his lips hovering over Adam’s, who pushed closer to press their lips together but was stopped by the hand curling around his neck. “Hand….fingers, get them moving.”

“You could help, you know.” Adam’s voice was rough and husky with need, a tad snappy.

“I could, but what would be the fun in that?” The second Adam’s fingers started to move in and out of his ass again, he let out an incoherent grunt as a shudder coursed through his body. Using that moment, Johannes closed in, taking Adam’s mouth in possession, pushing inside with his tongue.

What Johannes wasn’t prepared for was the eagerness with which Adam kissed him back. Hungry man. It was like being set on fire. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been hard before, but with his fingers touching Adam’s naked skin and tongue fucking his mouth, he knew if he didn’t get inside the man soon, he was going to combust inside his pants.

Pushing away from the wall to unzip his own jeans, Johannes growled as he was forced to end their kiss. A whimper escaped from both of them as they moved apart.

“Come on! Come on! Fuck me already.” Adam’s fingers slipped out of his ass at the same time as he handed Johannes a condom and planted both hands on the wall, literally vibrating with need.

“Pushy man.” Johannes took the condom and slapped Adam’s ass hard, first one side and then the other. Moaning, Adam pushed his ass back silently, begging for more. Grinning and shaking his head, Johannes rolled the condom on, slipping the sheath over his cock with one hand, spreading Adam’s cheeks with the other, rubbing the tip of his dick over his entrance. At the same time as Johannes started to push in, Adam pushed back, making him slide all the way to the root in one smooth, swift motion.

“Oh fuck!” and slapping a hand over Adam’s mouth, Johannes muffled his own groan by pressing his face into Adam’s neck. Then he started to move, finally! Sliding all the way out only to slam right back in. Everything around them became a blur. Not even if someone walked through the door behind them at that very second would he be able to stop; it was too damn good.

Fucking Adam with long, even, hard and fast strokes, he pressed up close to Adam’s back and let his hand fall to wrap it around Adam’s dick.

“Come on, Adam. Together, ok?”

Fuck; he was going to come like a freight train without breaks. Holding Adam’s dick in a firm grip, and jacking him to the rhythm of his hips moving, he reached the surge quickly. And just like that, with a final snap of his hips, he buried himself as deep as he could get and came so hard he swore could see stars.

“Uhn…. Oooh… fuck…” The sounds spilled out as Adam erupted, shooting all over Johannes' hand. Johannes grunted, rolling his hips as Adam convulsed around him, massaging out the last of his orgasm, making him quiver from head to foot.

Leaning heavily, his forehead on Adam’s shoulder, neither of them said a word; the only sound was their own heavy breathing. It wasn’t until the speaker came on with some departure announcement that they became aware of where they were.

With a low chuckle, Johannes slipped out and immediately took care of the condom, tying it off. Adam pulled out a couple of wet wipes from his pocket handing one to him.

“Damn; someone came prepared.”

“Yep! That’s me; a damn boy scout.” Adam winked, quickly cleaning himself up, holding up the wet wipe for Johannes to dispose of the condom in it before both started to sort themselves out. Adam got dressed and, with quick fingers, buttoned his shirt up as he shoved his feet in his sneakers.

“You know this was about as crazy as you can get,” Johannes said, zipping up before collecting their garbage and waiting for Adam to get caught up.

“Crazy fun you mean.” Adam wagged his brows, slipping his jacket on. “You’re welcome.”

Johannes laughed, leaning in to give Adam a quick peck.

“Come on, bratwurst, let me buy you breakfast. You make a man burn calories chasing you around.” Both of them laughed as they went up the stairs and, as they passed the cleaning technician, Johannes waved, getting a knowing smile in return.

And wasn’t it funny; he really didn’t care.

The End

If you liked this story about Johannes Alm, he will be one of the main MC of a full-length novel called “Love of the Game”. It will be out sometime in the beginning of 2017.