Scorching public transport tryst with Gerson1
The bus lurches to a start, Gerson1 wedged tightly among the afternoon commuters. His leg presses against a man's, who doesn't pull away. Instead, he leans in, his breath hot and humid on Gerson1's neck. "You're burning up," he murmurs, his hand casually brushing against Gerson1's thigh. Gerson1 feels a jolt of electricity, his heart pounding in his chest. He looks around, the crowded bus a sweltering oven of anonymity. The stranger's hand slides further up his thigh, his fingers brushing against Gerson1's growing bulge. Gerson1 bites his lip, trying to suppress a moan. The bus stops, and a wave of cooler air washes over them, but the heat between them only intensifies. Gerson1 leans into the stranger, ready to let the fire consume them both.