Chapter 2: Stare
His heart is pounding out of his chest and shaking, he jumps to the other side of the train. He is still disoriented and kinda dizzy, he ends up grabing on to the closest wall. He feels like he can't hear anything, his mind jumbled. He must've gotten up to fast because his head slightly hurts as well.
Looking around he starts to somewhat remember he is currently on the subway. Still trembling, he trys to catch his breath to calm himself. He feels embarrassed, he doesn't want people to ask too many questions and look at him weirdly. So with his eyes closed he breathes, 'In and out.'
And repeats it to himself, 'Calm the f*ck down, everything is fine. Everything is fine, I'm not in that dark room.'
"Eysh, adhh ndhh ndh?" He hears mumbling coming from his right ear. Opening his eyes he turns his head towards the direction of the sound. He looks slightly down and sees a middle aged women holding a child that looks about 5 years old. The kid seems distracted playing with his mother's hair while she walked up to him and is looking at him worriedly.
"Hey, are you okay?" The middle aged women asks again in a soothing voice. 'Oh,' he realizes that's what she must have said before.
"Yeah, I'm fine don't worry."
"Are you sure? Here, I have some water in my bag to calm you down if you need it."
He looks at her questionly, a little surprised about how caring she's acting towards a stranger. She notices his expression, looks at the water bottle then back at him. She seems to misunderstand his confusion for something else, "Oh, don't worry I haven't drank the water yet, I just had an extra water bottle in case I got thirsty. Carrying a kid around can he tiring."
He looks at the hand holding the bottle, "Thanks," he opens the cap and takes a few sips of the water, unexpectedly it did help, he was already calm but he appreciates the concern.
She asks again, "Are you sure your feeling better? That damn drunkered seemed to scare you, so are you sure?" He appreciate her concern but he's also weirded out again on why she's so concerned with a stranger.
Looking at his expression, she now realizes how weird that might have been and explains, "Sorry if I come off annoying or overly worried for a stranger. Maybe it's because I'm a mother but seeing a young man in panic or injured my mother instincts come out."
Looking into her eyes she seems genuine so he nod. After, I try to give the water back to the womanbut she shakes her head, "Don't worry about it, you can have it. You also already drank out of it so just keep it." Realizing my mistake I give a small smile and nod thanks again.
"Ughhh." Hearing something, both of them turn to the man on the ground. While looking at the man he noticed the other passengers looking at him and other minding there business. While he was talking to the girl a guy went up and helped the drunken guy get up. Still stumbling as he gets up he mumbling sounds and you could hear a curse being spewed here and there.
'F*ck, I got distracted and forgot and pushed the drunken guy out of fear." He doesn't like to hurt people unless he is provoked or needs to so he feels a tiny little bit bad for the old drunk guy.
But it's still weird that the guy was trying to get close to him. He usually doesn't get mad easily but he will put people in there place if they need too. 'I guess the man technically provoked him.'
That drunkered definitely scared the shit out of him. What the hell did that guy want from me anyways? He's lucky I didn't punch him out of fear and just pushed him.
After nodding to the woman one last time and her saying "No problem." He walks away from the woman to the drunken man to call him out and ask what he wanted from him.
The closer he gets he can see that the guy looks disheveled and definitely drunk. It seems like the guy was in his own world because he kept trying to walk around. The guy that helped him up tried to sit him down but it seems to not work. But once he got closer he saw the drunkered grabbing on to the other poor guy trying to help and ask, "Where's Sam?"
Sam? Who the hell is Sam?
He gets in front of the guy saying "Hey." The drunkered looks up and notices him. The drunkered demeanor changes and even with his drunk misty eyes it's like he has stars in them now. He's a little surprised by this, they both stare at each other at what feels like eternity but in reality it's just 2 seconds.
The man then yells, "Sam! Sweety your here!" he says smiling. Noah turns around to see who the hell he's talking to, because there's no way it's him. He sees no one else except the other passengers trying to mind there business and others failing too. He looks back at the drunkered staring at him, then he turns back, back to the drunken, then turns again… His eyes go wide, he looks at the drunkered then points to himself. "Me?!?!"
This drunkered confused me with his son or something? He awkwardly smiles, "Sir, I'm not your son. Is that why you approached me because you thought I was your son?"
The drunkered looks at him in confusion. Oh no, I see where this might be going. Don't tell me this guy thinks…
"Son? Sam what are you saying? I don't have a son, you know your my only lovely daughter."
His face fell…
'Yup I new it…
He mistook me, a grown man…
With his daughter…'
He hears the other passengers chuckle a little and he doesn't know wheather to join and laugh with them or just continue with his plan to put this old man in his place. 'Maybe I should just beat this guy up and maybe then I'd finally be in peace." Either way he lets out a sigh and chuckles.
He doesn't mind being feminine or being girly but it does suck being mistaken for another gender. He is also a little surprised to be mistaken as a girl. The last time that happen he was a kid. He used to have long blonde hair and a baby face and without his muscles and his sharp facial features he would be mistaken a girl all the time.
Now, he still has some soft facial features but it's obvious enough he's male. I guess he can be considered more of a beautiful man then a pretty boy. He chuckles at himself.
Taken out of his thoughts he hears the man say, "Sweety, how have you I've missed you so much!" The drunken man seems to tear up a little, he continues, "M-My baby, I haven't seen you in years, where have you been? I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please f-forgive me for how I acted the last time I saw you." The man says with blurred eyes wiping his eyes and swaying from side to side.
He was stunned to hear the man, he didn't know weather he should back away because he this isn't his problem or try to confirt the guy. He feels conflicted because seeing an old man crying does pull on his heart strings but he obviously doesn't know this man. For all he knows this man could have done an awful thing to his daughter and right now he's getting exactly what he deserves and deserves to repent.
He stares at the man and conflictedly bites his lips.
Looking at the man reminds him of his parents, 'Well, at least this guy feels sorry for whatever he did.' The man seems to care enough for his daughter to cry for her, something his parents never did.
He sighs.
'Ughhh, Fine! I guess I'll be good!' He decides to soothe the guy. He passionately grabs his chest. ' Damn, am I considered a softie, why am I so good. I better get good karma or something."
Chuckling and smiling with his brightest smile he bends down to say some nice words to soothe the guy, he hears a gaging sound, realizing it to late he looks at the guy and makes eye contact with the guy for a second. And then…
"Blughhhhhhhh!!!!"
He can hear the passengers around him gasp in shock and hear there steps to move away.
Right then he hears, "Ladies and Gentelmen, we have arrived at at out last destination…" Passengers start to leave the soon after.
With his eyes close, he tilts his head as if admitting defeat. He can smell the throw up already, all over his nice shoes. Before he opens his up eyes he hears, "Blughhhh."
'Fuck me!'
***
Walking through the station, can be seen a buff and tall man 6'0 foot (182 cm) wearing a grey fit T-shirt grey shirt and black sweatpants with a backpack slung on his right shoulder.
He seems to be glistening but that's probably some of the sweat he has from his late night workout.
He's got messy short jet black hair and thick dark eye brows and deep green eyes, people's heads turn and whispers could be heard seeing him. "Omg, did you see how hot he is."
He looks like a son of a rich CEO, flaunting his looks and muscles whenever he can. And with those sweatpants you can definitely see the outline of his third leg.
"I wish my boyfriend was at tall and…" She gulps as she looks down on his lower reign, "And as big." Says a girl walking passed him.
"Shhhh don't talk to loud." Says the other girl.
Hearing this he turns his head he raises an eye brow in question and makes eye contact with the girls saying, "Huh?" While raising a brow. The girls blushing embarrassedly, one of them saying, "Umm, I said I admired your height."
Staring at the girls with his thick eye brow still raised he smirks, "Oh yeah? I though you were talking about my manhood" Ending the sentence with a big smirk.
The girls faces get even redder and scurry away.
Seeing the girls run away, he chuckles and shaking his head. 'People really are bold until you ask them to say it to you face' It is annoying hearing people speaking so loudly about you but he won't lie, what man would be fully angry at hearing a women complimenting his Manhood. He thinks chucking, he just prefers people to be honest to his face at least. 'If someone is going to be bold and have the balls to say that, they should have the balls to say it to his face.'
He tilts his head down, looking at his Black Rolex on his left wrist.
"8:56 p.m."
'Mmm, it's already pretty late to go to James, It'll probably take me about an hour to shower then head straight to James.'
Before he walks towards the exit he realizes he needs to use the bathroom, he ended up forgetting to use the bathroom at the Gym.
As he's walking, looking for the bathroom, he feels a buzz in his pants.
"Bzzd Bzzd."
Pausing for a moment he picks up his phone from his pants pocket. He looks at the caller ID, he sighs already knowing he's gonna get an ear full.
Answering the call, there is no sound.
He's about to hang up when.
"BRO, DO YOU NOT HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY? WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU JAYYY!?!"
Jay puts the phone slightly away from his ear, "I'm at- …" He gets cut off mid way.
"NO, DONT TELL ME, I KNOW EXACTLY WHERE YOU ARE! LET ME GUESS YOU ARE AT THE GYM!"
Heavy breathing could be heard from the other side of the phone.
A deep chuckle could be heard, he couldn't bake to hold it in.
"A-ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME RIGHT NOW?"
"And what are you gonna do about it?" Jay says continuing to chuckle.
"YOUUUUU- !"
"Okay, I'll stop laughing. But don't need to scream in my ear just get to the point." Jay says as he sees the men's bathroom sign, walking towards the entrance.
"I was gonna call to ask you where you have been to not make it to James but I already figured you got distracted growing your muscles and you're probably at the Gym for hours."
"You're right that I went to the Gym for hours but I'm currently at the station, I'm about to head home an- …" Getting cut off for the second time.
"WHY NOT COME STRAIGHT HERE!"
Hearing this, Jay puts his hand on his face, clearly tired. Already feeling annoyed about having to explain this.
"What did I just say about screaming in my ear?"
He hears Ian clear his throat, "Sorry." Ian flattens his lips.
"It's fine but as you said I worked out for a few hours, smelling like sh*t and I prefer to at least shower before going to James, I'm already tired." He knows he can just shower but this 'gathering' at James is probably a small house party.
"Dude, stop acting like a p*ssy and just shower at James, problem solved."
Jay chuckles hearing this, "I didn't know I was a p*ssy all of a sudden for having hygiene, and you ask me why you don't get women ."
"…"
"HEY- …"
"You're screaming again." Jay says as he reaches the men's bathroom and stands next to the entrance door leaning on the wall.
"Okay I get it no screaming, so are you coming or not?"
Jay thinks about it, weighing the pros and cons, he looks down at his Black Rolex watch again, 'It's currently 9:03 p.m.' He sighs, 'I guess I'll just shower there then.' "I'll try to make it, I'll head directly there but I don't promise anything. I'll try to make it there as fast as I can. Just know I'm going directly to the shower once I arrive."
"Finally! Alright I'll see you here. Oh and one more th- …" Jay hangs up the call, if he continues talking this guy he knows he won't sh*t up and it'll just take longer to get there. He'll just ask what he wanted to say once he gets there.
As he puts his phone in his pants pocket he finally goes into the Men's bathroom door. "Ahhhhhh!" The scream surprises him and when he looks up his eyes go wide at the bizzare scene in front of him.
***
A few minutes before…
'Blughhhhh' Noah wipes his mouth.
'Ughh, this is so gross.' He sighs.
In the washroom of the station you can hear the water going in the men's restroom. Noah is in a stall, agreesively moving his hands up and down with a paper towel, washing his pants in the sink. He has his face scrunched up like crumpled tissue paper while holding his breath, looking like a pufferfish, trying not to think to deeply about it. Thinking of sweets might help him calm down. 'Think of delicious cinnamon rolls right in front of me.'
He took off his pants and shoes to clean his pants easier but the stench and sight of puke made him throw up in the toilet as well. Any sort of bad smell affects him badly, he's got a sensitive nose.
When he was younger some people would say he was acting like a 'little b*tch' for 'overreacting' and blah blah. The rest isn't important, the point is he just is sensitive to smell. Things like cigarettes, alcohol and sweat are just things that make him easily gag. He doesn't mean to be rude but he just can't help it. Delicious sugary sweets though, have always helped covering up the smell. Maybe it's because he's obsessed with sweets but usually having the taste a lollipop will mask the smell a little for him or maybe it's the joy he gets from eating sweets discracts him from the smell. But in all honesty, anyone would probably puke after being puked on.
He puts his pants down in the sink letting the water run on it, then grabs the side of the sink letting out, what feels like the hundredth sigh of the day.
What the hell is going on today?! Is it that hard to arrive home right now!
He thinks what happened a few minutes before, right after he got thrown up on that nice middle age lady kindly helped him and ushered him to the washroom. The old man seemed to be nailed in his seat. Hopefully the drunken man will wake up soon. But he's pretty sure that guy is gonna be fine, he's not the first guy to fall asleep there.
Once the lady helped him get to the washroom she asked, "Do you need me to stay and help." He looked at her sincere eyes, "No, don't worry, you've helped me enough, it's already getting late. I can handle this much." He didn't want to bother the sweet lady with her poor kid and waste her time. He lowers his head, noticing the kid was happily sleeping in her arms even after all the rushing and noise, seeming so smug. 'That kid is living his best life, wish it were me,' he whispers in his mind. With a smile she understood his reasoning and nodded, leaving with her kid.
Back in the stall, he is in his still wearing his shirt unbuttoned, with only underwear and socks on looking like a kid.
Leaning on the sink he is lightly swaying back and forth, thinking… When he pauses and his eyes go wide, "Ahhhhhhhhh, Fuck Me! '
He slaps a hand on his forehead, 'how could I forget the most important part…'
"How am I goning to get home with wet pants and soaked shoes with pieces of puke on it." He's definitely not wearing it again even if he washed most of the puke with water and soap. He regrets not asking that women to buy some cheap pants at least.
'No, I would only be bothering that poor lady and her child, I'll just think of something else.' He's just wearing underwear and socks, looking like a bottom that just stayed over at his boyfriends and rocking the boyfriend shirt that is barley covering his a*s. He might look like the hot bottom that he is but no way is he going out like this, not just anyone gets to see him like this.
Debating wheather or not he should annoy his friend Lucas to pick him up and bring some clothes to him.
Looking around the stall he tries to think of something! Anything that will get him out of this sh*t hole and get home to read some more BL. Is it that to much too ask? Is it that much of a hassle to get home? With both hands he grabs on to his head feeling like he's going out of his mind.
"Drip, Drip."
He turns to the sink, 'I can't think with this on.' Hearing only the sink running he feels like he can't get his mind clear. Wtepping toward the sink frustrated he goes to turn it off when he ends up forgetting that he actually is pretty strong, ending up breaking the faucet handel.
"Ahhh," Breaking the Handel, he falls a little forward. He pauses for a second shocked by the outcome. Not realizing what is happening and in that millisecond his eyes go wide when he realizes too late, 'Wai- !'
"SPLASH! "
Blinking the water out of his eyes, feeling the water dripping all over from his hair, face and to his shirt, already feeling dead inside, he looks down at himself and deadpans to the mirror in front of him. Looking in the mirror his white shirt is now completely see through and his nipples and muscles can be see clear as day.
"Now this definitely looks like a bottom that was just at his boyfriends house."
Not knowing what to do, with both hands he pushes his wet silky hair back, putting a hand on his hip and leaving his right hand through his hair.
Looking at himself, "Ha Haah Ha, Haah Ha Ha." He ends up laughing out loud, he doesn't care if he looks insane he continues to laugh at himself alone in the stall. This is definitely a mix of one of the sh*tiest and stupidest moments in his life.
He slowly stops laughing and seeing that he is in a worse pickle now he needs to think of something else, "Okay okay let's think Noah, what can I do I'm this shitty situation?"
Yes, he is now talking out loud to himself, he is going insane with no one with him, don't judge him.
Staring at the paper towels almost drilling a hole with his eyes, hoping to come up with something, "Ohhhhh, I've got it." He rasies his hand waving and having a smug look on his face, acting as if there's an audience in front of him, " I know I know I'm genius."
Is he becoming a little crazy due to stress and triedness? Maybe. Is he usually like this? Debatable. But should it be judged?? He would say no but this is also debatable. But who wouldn't I'm this situation? He might be a little crazy but he still can't lie to himself to complete delusion.
After realizing he is becoming a little to crazy, he calms himself. Remembering his plan he bends down squinting to make sure no one is in the other stalls, or outside the stalls and making sure no one is using the urinal. He rembered seeing a hand dryer next to the outside sinks, his plan is to at least use that to dry his shirt and pants.
After seeing that no one else is using the bathroom he leaves his stall, making sure to grab his pants. Hopefully this works.
He puts his hands under the hand dyer, once it turns on he can feel hot air blowing on his hands, biting his bottom lip he tries to grab the pants by the dry part and puts it under the hand dyer.
After around 30 seconds he sees that it's working, he's getting giddy that he'll be able to leave at least. Once he drys his pants a little more then shirt he'll make a run for it to Lucas apartment that he's staying in.
Seeing that it's working he breaths out. Once he analyzes it and seeing that it looks pretty dry, he puts the pants gently on the sink. Now for his shirt…
He does punt feel like taking it off, he doesn't want to get more naked then he already is. He bends back a little and thrusts his hips forward and up towards the wall and hand dryer to hopefully dry more area.
Forrowing his brows, 'Doesn't this look a little…'
He is currently bending his back and putting his hands on his hips and basically hip thrusting the wall and hand dryer, he pauses, 'Fuck me, this looks like I'm insane, it looks like I'm doing something inappropriate and have a weird kink or something.'
Hopefully no one sees me in this position p, I wouldn't want to have to scare someone or have to explain. He should have known those are always the famous last words.
Nervous he bites his bottom lip, thinking about it more, he's getting more scared that someone might come in any second. He ends up thrusting the air a little faster to get closer to the hand dyer to hopefully dry his shirt faster to get this over with. 'Come on hurry up, I am already having a tough day. ' But with the sound of the hand dryer and him concentrated on doing this as quickly as possible he doesn't realize the doorknob moving.
"BAHM."
"AHHHHH." Hearing the sound of the door closing scared him and he flinches and immediately turns his head towards the entrance. He was about to say something when he looks at the guys face. Still in his weird position but not thrusting, looking at the mans gorgeous green eyes and great tall build he almost forgets where he is for a second.
'Ba-Bump'
He can feel his heart quicken and face heat up a little. "Holy Sh*t" he whispers, his mouth is wide open when he sees one of the hottest mans he has ever seen looking confused and shocked staring at him.
The hot man stares up and down at him and they both make eye contact. And they just both stare in silence gazing at each other waiting to see who speaks first to break the silence…
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Kiki_Clouds
Kiki_Clouds This Chapter is pretty simple and not much happens npbecause I wanted to introduce our lovely MC and get to know his personality. Hopefully you guys enjoyed.
Fyi, in case anyone is wondering when the MC says ‘F*ck me’ he doesn’t mean literally, lmao.
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