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The train car was crowded and humid. Though everyone kept to themselves, there was a low hum of chatter coursing through the thick air. There was something grounding about it, seeing so many different people in one space clearly there for different purposes. There was a family with several small children running around, their parents looking tired and stressed. There was a girl sitting alone reading. There was a couple sitting across from one another lost in conversation.
Kit glanced from the couple to where he sat, shaking the thought that they sat in a similar position as him. This was far from a date.
He sat across from Ty. They’d accidentally arrived right at dinner time and were ushered to the dining car as they waited for their room to be ready. Kit wasn’t very hungry.
Ty sat across from him, curled into himself as he stared out the window. He had his headphones on, soft classical music pouring from them. Kit shuddered, he hadn’t expected to ever see Ty like this again. Calm, vulnerable, so incredibly Ty.
Ty didn’t eat either. He wasn’t certain why, but it made him feel a little better that Ty wasn’t just completely fine with all this.
“Our room should be ready now.” Ty spoke, lowering his headphones to rest on his neck.
Kit simply nodded in response, getting up to follow Ty through the cars.
He had never stayed on a train before. Truthfully, he didn’t even know trains had rooms like hotels. He supposed it made sense for them, optimizing travel even when they’re sleeping.
They arrived at a door marked with their number. Kit wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. It was small, extremely small, with only a bed and a closet.
His heart began to race as he looked over at Ty in fear, “Maybe we should ask for a second room, it’s kinda cramped in here.”
Ty shook his head, “It’s fine. It’s only for a couple nights and we should really be researching, we won’t be sleeping much.”
In any other scenario Kit might’ve made a joke.
“If you say so…” He muttered, but Ty had already made his way into the room. He set his bag in the closet before sitting on the bed, running a hand over his face and through his hair. It sent a pang through Kit’s chest. For the first time in so, so long, he got to really look at Ty. His eyes were dark and sunken in, his cheeks were hollowed, changing his face and not just from age, he suspected. He found himself worrying about Ty. What an odd feeling.
Ty stayed up late reading from the plethora of ominous books he’d brought with him. Kit had forgotten just how little Ty slept. His chest ached at the realization he was forgetting things about Ty.
All his anxieties about their sleeping arrangements melted away when he reached a level of exhaustion that made him not care anymore. He awkwardly slipped under the blankets, kicking his jeans off but deciding to leave his shirt. Ty paid him no mind, he had his headphones on and his nose in a book.
Kit was too tired to think anymore. He finally let himself sleep.
He woke with a start, not realizing where he was at first. He didn’t think he’d slept anywhere but Cirenworth for the last four years, it took him a minute to remember he wasn’t at home.
He was about to move to grab his phone when he froze. Once his mind caught up to him being awake, he realized what he had unconsciously done in the night.
He was curled into Ty’s side, who had apparently decided to actually sleep for once. His head rested on Ty’s chest, one arm thrown over his torso. Why did these things happen to him?
He was definitely awake now. His mind raced, but he was still frozen. Slowly, he lifted his head to look at Ty. To his horror, his eyes were open.
“Shit-“ He pulled away, yanking himself off of Ty as he sat up in the bed.
“What’s wrong?” Ty asked, showing no signs of irritation or discomfort, only concern and confusion.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to..” He trailed off. I didn’t mean to cuddle you in my sleep. That was weird of me.
He didn’t think he could say that. “Why didn’t you push me off?” He continued.
Ty shrugged, “You seemed exhausted all day. I wanted to let you sleep.”
Kit finally grabbed his phone, rubbing his eyes and checking the time. It was three in the morning. He was about to just give up and stay awake for the day when Ty spoke again, “You can come back.”
Kit paused. “What?”
He looked over at Ty, his head dropped down staring at his lap where his hands laid gripping onto the fabric of the blanket. He wasn’t in the same sweater as earlier, just a plain t-shirt. Kit glanced to the edge of the bed to see Ty’s jeans and sweater in a pile next to his own. The sight made him shiver.
“You can lay on me again, if it helps you sleep. I liked the pressure.”
It wasn’t often Kit was left speechless, but if anyone could do it, it was Ty.
“A-Are you sure?” He finally asked. This time, Ty looked up at him, nodding his head in certainty. Maybe even desperation.
Kit was sure he’d regret this.
He shuffled back in the bed, his arms beginning to shake as he got closer and closer to Ty. Too close.
He resumed his previous position, tossing an arm over his torso and resting his head on his chest. This time, he kept his head down. Not daring to meet his eyes.
He found himself almost tired again. The feeling of Ty’s breathing underneath him grounding him in a way. He almost jumped when Ty brought an arm around him, resting on his side, holding him close. He expected to be tense, uncomfortable and scared of doing the wrong thing. But it was the opposite.
He relaxed into Ty’s touch, feeling his own breathing even out.
“Are you gonna go back to sleep?” Ty asked him.
“I don’t know if I can.” Kit responded. He paused before sitting up, tilting his head up only to find Ty looking down at him. His breath hitched at seeing him so close, he was so beautiful.
“Have you slept at all?” He asked. Ty shook his head.
Kit swallowed nervously. Their eyes bore into each other’s, almost as if they were speaking their own language. The warm glow from the window illuminated Ty’s face as the train passed a street light. He couldn’t help but stare.
Ty’s free hand came to Kit’s face, moving a stray piece of hair away before cupping his cheek. His eyes fluttered shut, letting out a shaky breath at the touch.
When he opened his eyes, everything happened at once. Suddenly Ty was leaning in, pressing their lips together in a slow, gentle kiss.
Kit melted into the kiss. Their mouths moving together with ease, finally giving themselves permission to get lost in each other. Their hands wandered, roaming each other’s bodies, parts the other hadn’t ever touched. Giving a light squeeze, or digging in their nails, waiting for the other one to make a noise of pleasure as they figured out what felt good together.
Ty moved his arms to Kit’s waist, he took the opportunity to swing one leg over Ty’s lap. If it weren’t for the heat of the moment, he probably would’ve overthought literally straddling him. But right now, with Ty squeezing his waist and attacking his mouth, he didn’t want this to stop.
He wasn’t sure who, but one of them kicked the blanket off the bed, leaving them in only their t-shirts and boxers flush against each other. He brought a hand up to Ty’s face, reluctantly separating their lips before pushing his head to the side, trailing down his jaw and neck. Ty’s shaky breaths turned into breathy moans, sending shots of warmth through Kit as he trailed further and further down.
He suddenly felt like the room had shot up a hundred degrees. His clothes stuck to him with sweat, his boxers constricting him as they became more and more uncomfortable. Ty shifted underneath him, accidentally colliding their hips. The two of them let out a sharp moan in unison.
“D-Do that again.” Ty spoke through trembled breaths.
Kit pulled away from his neck, sitting up as he began rolling his hips against Ty’s. The noises pouring out of Ty only motivated him further. He threw his head back in pleasure, grinding his hips down as he felt Ty growing underneath him.
His mouth hung open, allowing pleasured groans to fall out of him, his forehead scrunched with tension, eyes squeezed shut. When he finally opened them, he glanced down at Ty. The sight of him caused a twitch in his boxers, almost pushing him over the edge.
Ty was splayed out on the mattress underneath him, arms down beside him gripping the sheets. His eyes were barely open, but Kit could see them going back and forth between staring at him and rolling back in his head. His chest heaved up and down, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the outline of the muscled flush. His eyes fell to where the two of them connected, each sporting a bulging wet patch as they soaked through the fabric.
Kit couldn’t resist anymore, he leaned back down, covering Ty’s torso with his own as he connected their lips again. Ty kissed him back with fiery passion, hands coming behind him to grip onto Kit.
He snaked his hands between them, slipping underneath Ty’s shirt. Ty shivered underneath him as Kit touched his bare skin. He pulled away just enough to speak against his lips, “Take it off, Ty.”
Ty responded by taking his hands off Kit. The two of them separated momentarily as they each tore their shirts off. Kit thought the room was cold when they’d first arrived, but right now he felt like he was on fire.
They collided again, their bare chests flush against each other as they claimed each other’s mouths. They moved together with an almost feral energy, clawing at each other as if they couldn’t get close enough. Their lips moved together but Kit wasn’t sure you could even call it a kiss anymore. It was all tongue and teeth, heavy breathing into each other.
Kit pulled away, pausing to catch his breath and wipe his mouth. Ty looked up at him with lidded eyes, chest rising and falling.
Kit was overcome with desire. He wanted to touch Ty forever, to be touched by Ty. He wanted to put his mouth on him, wanted to taste him, he wanted Ty.
He settled himself between Ty’s legs as trailed open mouth kisses down his chest and torso. Ty writhed underneath him, letting out a small moan at each touch.
When he arrived at the waistband of his boxers, he glanced up at Ty, “Do you want this? We can stop if you need to.”
Ty stared back at him, “Please touch me.”
The words went straight to his core. He worked fast as he gripped the waistband and pulled them off, tossing them with the rest of their clothes.
Ty groaned as his erection sprang free from the fabric. For a moment, Kit simply stared. He was hard and swollen against his stomach, already leaking. Kit felt himself twitching in his boxers once again.
He slowly brought a shaking hand up, gripping Ty in his fist.
Ty cried out in pleasure, back arching off the mattress. Kit gave him a squeeze before pumping his fist up and down. He watched in amazement as Ty writhed under his touch, a symphony of moans pouring out of him.
As much as Kit would love to stay like this forever, making Ty fall apart, he needed some relief himself or he was going to make a mess in his boxers.
He let go, smiling softly as Ty whined at the loss.
This part, he had never done before.
He gripped each of Ty’s calves, spreading them apart and bending them up. Crawling back up his body, he grabbed a pillow from beside Ty.
“Lift up for me.” He instructed Ty.
Ty obeyed, letting Kit prop his hips up with a pillow.
He settled himself between his legs, admiring Ty spread open and vulnerable for him. Hesitantly, he dragged a finger over his entrance, feeling Ty shiver beneath him.
“Is this okay?” He asked.
Ty paused, and for a moment Kit was scared they’d gone too far.
“Go slow.”
Kit nodded, taking a deep breath as if to tell himself you can do this. He stared down at Ty, who was looking back at him with pleading eyes, as he brought two fingers to his mouth. Ty’s eyes went wide as Kit slicked up the digits.
Once he was satisfied, he brought his hand back down, circling Ty’s entrance before pushing lightly at the ring of muscles. Ty yelped in surprise, tensing underneath him.
“Try and relax, it’ll feel better if you’re not tense.” Kit told him as he pushed in further.
Ty’s breathing quickened, throwing his head back as he closed his eyes, clearly trying to ground himself. Kit wrapped his free hand around Ty, stroking him as he opened him up. Ty eased into it eventually, hips bucking into Kit’s fist. Soon, his discomfort melted away.
Kit took this opportunity to add a second finger. This time, Ty didn’t yelp, he moaned.
Kit opened him up quickly, he was so hard, still in his boxers, it was becoming painful. He needed to be inside of Ty.
He pumped his fingers in and out of him, curling up the deeper he went. As he spread his fingers, he was satisfied Ty was ready.
He pulled his fingers out of him, earning a whine in response. Kit worked fast as he got off the bed and finally tore his boxers off. When he knelt between Ty’s legs again, he noted the other boy staring at him. He couldn’t take it anymore, he wrapped a hand around himself, letting out a sharp moan at the contact. His head fell back with pleasure as he stroked himself for some relief. Ty whined beneath him again, spreading his legs further at the sight of Kit.
Kit steadied himself, planting his knees on the mattress as he scooted closer to Ty.
He spat on his hand before slicking his erection, lining himself up with Ty’s entrance.
He stared down one last time, waiting for permission. Ty nodded, seeming to understand his unspoken question.
Finally, he pushed inside of him.
The two of them cried out in pleasure in unison, each feeling the much needed relief. Ty pulsed around him, his walls squeezing erratically the further Kit pushed in.
Kit found himself shaking. He placed his hands on Ty’s knees as he finally bottomed out.
They paused together, adjusting to being fully connected. Their chests rising and falling as they got used to the sensation. Ty was incredibly tight around him, making it difficult for Kit to even think straight.
“You can move..” Ty spoke in an almost whisper.
Kit nodded, pulling his hips back just a touch before pushing back in. Ty’s body rocked with the simple gesture, a sharp moan ripping out of him.
He did it again, each time pulling out further and pushing in deeper. Ty relaxed underneath him, though he was back to gripping the sheets.
They soon established a rhythm, slow and gentle at first. He thrusted into him with care, driving himself insane but wanting nothing more than to make sure this was good for Ty.
Ty writhed under him, his hips bucking with each thrust, and his erection leaking onto his stomach. Kit bit back a moan at the sight.
“M-More..” Ty pleaded out rather abruptly. Kit snapped his eyes down at him, surprised at the request. He obliged regardless, reaching down to grip Ty under his thighs, pushing them up, allowing him to push deeper into him.
Ty’s moans were closer to screams with this, his walls clenching erratically around Kit, making it difficult for him to hold on for much longer.
“God Ty, you feel so good.” He spoke, throwing his head back as he drilled into him.
Ty whined in response, “Please touch me- I’m so-“ He cut off with a moan.
Kit brought his gaze back to him, biting his lip before wrapping a hand around him. Ty cried out, arching his back off the mattress. Kit picked up the pace, ripping a moan from Ty with each thrust.
The rhythmic moans came to a head when Ty was finally spilling over Kit’s fist, making a mess of his chest and stomach.
It was a miracle Kit lasted that long, as Ty clenched around him through his orgasm he couldn’t stop himself. He dropped his shoulders, bracing himself against the bed with his hands as he released inside of Ty.
With a few more sloppy thrusts, they rode out their orgasms together.
As they each caught their breath, still connected, Kit pulled out of him. Ty sucked in a breath at the loss, letting his head collapse against the pillows. Kit followed, crawling up to collapse beside him.
The pair turned their heads to look at each other, locking eyes.
“Was it… Did you enjoy yourself?” Kit asked, all the sudden realizing what they just did.
Ty nodded with a soft smile as his cheeks went red.
“That was… really good.” He responded, making Kit blush as well.
“Let me clean you up.” Kit said, realizing he wasn’t being very chivalrous. He sat up and grabbed a shirt, hopefully his, and wiped the mess off Ty’s stomach.
Ty glanced out the window, noting the sun coming up.
“We should probably get up for the day…” He spoke.
“Or we could stay in bed,” Kit responded before going back to his original position, head on Ty’s chest, “enjoy each other’s company. Maybe more.”
He felt Ty laugh beneath him, and suddenly everything felt right.