Unsaid
To Anna and Zeph. (who else?)
Try and enjoy! ='b
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Credit: Eeeh... the two guys at the tram who were my muse for this so called slash, haha!
Ps. The title is just temporary as long as I actually don't have a name for it.
It was a cloudy day, the rain drizzled and the wind sang in the treetops. A young man stood on the platform alone, waiting for the already, late train, to arrive and take him home again. The bitter wind ruffled his blonde tuft, making him shiver and pull the hood up. He sighed impatiently, having yet another look at his watch; only to hear the eagerly awaited sound of the train. As the doors opened he stumbled in, desperate after warmth and happily found the train empty. It wasn’t until he sank down on a double seat, leaning against the window with his feet on the seat beside as he noticed the other boy. He sat in front of him, on the other side of the aisle in the same position. The still shivering blonde looked away in embarrassment as he felt the other boy studying him. But as he removed his hood, he accidentally happened to look at him and the first thing he saw was the light black cocking eyebrows. As the other boy looked away, the blonde studied him. He wore a cap; a dark grey cap with black figures on, but the light brown fringe was visible. His jaw was well marked, yet his mouth was very small and a dark blemish under his left eye, shone against the pale skin. He kept on studying him, much to his own unwitting, and found it surprising to find the other boy spread his legs wide in his direction, cocking his eyebrows once again. The blonde, finding it all quite embarrassing, looked away again; desperately fingered on the zipper of his jacket. They both remained like that for the next ten minutes before the brunet stood up and sank down beside the blonde, making him move his feet to make space.
“Hey there.” The brunet’s voice seemed to echo even in the squeaking noise of the rails.
“Hi.” The blonde’s voice was much lower, hardly even heard.
“Mind if I’m sitting here?”
The blonde swallowed. “No, of course not.” ‘It’s not like there is a whole empty train with seats for you to take’ was his honest thought.
“Fabulous…”
The blonde squirmed, feeling kind of uncomfortable knowing that he had a journey on one and a half hour in front of him, and sitting beside this stranger made him more or less embarrassed.
“So…” the brunet continued, “Where you going then?”
“Home… Teignmouth.”
“You’re going there too? My grandparent’s live there so I’m on my way there, visiting them.”
“You are? Ok.”
There was a painful silence and the thinner, pale boy thought that the blonde must think he was stupid. But at least he was being social. Weren’t you allowed to?
“I’m Matt, by the way.”
The blonde took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “Dominic.”
“Oh, you’re French? You certainly don’t look French.”
“That’s maybe because I ain’t French…” the blonde said, allowing himself to smile for the first time.
“Oh…”
Dominic watched the boy beside him. Had he seen him somewhere or why did he so carefully study every feature in his face? All of a sudden Matt felt incredible shy and nailed his glance down the floor. He was just about to stand up and take a seat in the other part of the train when Dominic cocked his head to side, looking very thoughtful.
“You have relatives in Teignmouth you said?”
Matt looked up again, thankful to the broken silence. “Ye-, my grandparents.”
“Really? What’s their name?”
“Bellamy…”
“Hm… Never heard of. Where do they live?”
“What? Oh, I don’t know… There is a store nearby, that’s all I know. And that playground.”
“Oh, I think I know where. I don’t live too far away.” Dom closed his mouth and realised that he should remain quiet, or it would sound like he tried to get a company home. Instead he flung his legs over the edge of the seat to rest his back against the chair. When he did, his fingers happened to brush against Matt’s hand, the touch feeling almost electrical yet so smooth. He mumbled something inaudible and turned his head to look out through the window. Matt leered at Dom’s profile; the sharp of his nose, the deeply laid eyes and those soft lips. He couldn’t deny that he found this stranger attractive, but why so?