Accidental Lovers

Roman Gregor slouched on the station bench, the missed train leaving him with hours to kill, boredom gnawing at his edges. Then he spotted Andrej Sovinski—tall, broad-shouldered, with that quiet intensity that promised trouble worth chasing. A spark ignited. They slipped away to a dim corner behind the maintenance sheds, the hum of distant tracks masking their steps. Andrej's hands trembled as Roman pulled him close, lips brushing rough stubble. First time with a man, Andrej admitted, voice low and edged with nerves. But he rose to it, bold and hungry, fingers fumbling open Roman's belt, mouth hot and eager as he dropped to his knees. Roman groaned, threading hands through Andrej's hair, guiding the rhythm until the air thickened with need. Desire flipped the script quick. Andrej turned, bracing on all fours against the cool wall, pants shoved down to his thighs. Roman pressed in, slow at first, savoring the tight heat, then harder, thrusts building like a freight train gaining speed. Andrej gasped, arching back, his inexperience melting into raw abandon as Roman claimed every inch.