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Max checked his watch as he glanced around the empty train. He had taken the scenic train home from his work to admire the wintery scenes the ride had to offer. He finally closed his computer, switching off his working mindset to restoration on his journey. He left his work bag in his cabin, venturing out to the dining car to grab a hot drink before settling to watch out of the window as the sun set.
He waited in line, eyeing a man waiting for his own order. His slim figure was wrapped in a warm coat, a scarf untied around his shoulders. His perfect brown hair and bright blue eyes were almost entrancing in their beauty, even in a task as mundane as queuing.
Max watched as he fetched his coffee, sitting down with a book by the window. He ordered hurriedly, taking his steeping tea as soon as it was ready. He rushed to follow the man, just moving to say hello when his piercing gaze found Max.
“Do you need something?” He asked.
“Ah, may I join you? “ Max raised his eyebrows, gesturing to the empty seat across from George.
He gave a slightly suspicious nod, marking his spot and placing down his book. He set his arms in his lap, putting up his guard.
“Who are you?” He asked, waiting for the sharply dressed man to respond.
“I’m Max. You are?”
“George.” He weakly replied. Max had to move quickly.
“George, what is someone so beautiful doing alone on a train for Valentine’s day?” He turned on his charm, quickly rebuffed by the slim brit.
“I don’t celebrate the day, I’m just enjoying some away from everything.” A pang of hurt crossed his face for a split second, not lost on Max.
“I’m doing the same, taking the scenic route to see my family. Sometimes it can feel like these holidays pass without noticing, if there’s no one to remind you.” He offered some vulnerability at George’s altar. The younger man softened a bit.
“You’re right. I’ll enjoy my holiday just sitting here taking it in.” He looked out to the passing snowy trees and rolling hills in the distance.
“What are you running from?” Max asked bluntly. George’s eyes didn’t move from the passing scenery.
“Just broke up after 3 years. I don’t want to dwell on it.” He dismissed.
“It sounds like you need a rebound.” Max held out a hand across the table. “Let me treat you to a valentine’s day getting what you deserve from a partner.” He leaned closer over the table, lowering his voice.
“Whatever you want. Just for today, and then we get off this train and you never see me again. If that’s what you want.”
George considered the offer, stirring his tea in front of him.
“And if you’re a crazed murderer?”
“Then you’ll enjoy your last day on earth.”
George gave a slight smirk.
“Fine. What do you have planned, Max?”
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George let out a shaking breath as he pressed against Max’s hard thigh for any hint of friction. He would never have imagined his journey to pout over his ex turning into a dutch businessman mouthing at his neck and letting him rut against his thigh in his cabin.
Max grabbed George’s hips, letting him buck against the muscle of his leg with a soft laugh.
“Feel good, baby?” He asked up to George.
He nodded dismissively, trying to focus on the tension growing in his belly.
“Here.” He lifted George with ease, earning a frustrated grunt. “Let me see all of you.” He pushed George’s back into the bed, laying kisses on every part of bare skin he could find while his fingers tested at his prepped hole.
“So perfect. He didn’t deserve you, couldn’t give you what you deserve, what you need.” Max settled between his legs, taking one over his shoulder. He slicked his thick cock as George impatiently lifted his hips.
“Tell me what you want, princess.” Max looked at him with genuine devotion, hanging on to his words as if they sealed his fate. It was insanely hot, having the dutchman plead for him like a trophy to be won.
“God, Max, just fuck me.” He pushed against his broad chest to encourage him to move, his fat tip just teasing his waiting entrance. He let out a soft whine as Max sunk inside, the culmination of what felt like hours of stimulation from the man’s firm hands and heavenly mouth.
“Ah, there you go. I can feel you stretching out for me.” Max put his hand over where George’s flat stomach bulged in the shape of his cock, pressing against it gently. “Not too much? You’re not used to getting so full, are you baby?”
George held back tears of pleasure as he shook his head. Max set a slow and brutal pace, the friction only slowly drawing up the tension in his body.
“You deserve this, baby. Getting stuffed full of my cock whenever you want. You’re so perfect.” Max dipped his head as he praised him, leaving pink and purpling marks of his claim on George’s neck.
George tried to catch his breath, firing off a sassy response.
“I can’t commit to that.”
Max replied by quickening his pace, angling his hips to hammer on George’s prostate, devolving him into a nonverbal mess. He gave a smirk as he panted, still using his hand to deepen the pressure inside of George.
“You’re committed for me right now, darling. I’m making you all mine for today, my princess.” Max whispered into his ear, lowering his hand to tease George’s twitching cock between them.
His mind went blank with the praise and utter bliss, letting loose the floodgates of his intense orgasm. George’s hole clenched as he spilled pearly ropes between them, drawing a deep growl from Max. He gave a few more deep thrusts before unloading his thick spend inside of the brit, marking his claim on the brit. Max pulled out slowly, leaving George dripping with his cum as he laid next to him.
They sat in silence for a moment, only cut by their rapid breaths. He turned over to lay on Max’s broad chest, snuggling close to him. The dutchman had been truly unselfish, making him feel like the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in their brief time together. George cursed the sentimental thought.
“Was that good enough for you?” Max ran a hand over his blushed cheeks, holding George’s attention so casually.
“I think you were satisfactory.” George teased.
“Enough to give up hating Valentine’s day?”
George pursed his lips, tilting his head in consideration.
“We’ll see how the day goes after this.”
Max gave a gentle sigh.
“You can always come with me to Amsterdam, run away and leave all of these people who don’t deserve you. Let me treat you like the treasure you are, baby.” He held George’s gaze, a passionate fire in his blue eyes.
George smiled, waving a hand in dismissal. Even if the thought tugged between his heart and mind.
“I’ll consider it.”