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Jehan likes travelling by train. It has something romantic and seeing the scenery fly by is both calming and exciting. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that they don’t take the train often. Or where they are going when they do take the train. Taking the train usually means going home to see their mothers. That’s where they are going today. But this time is different, because Montparnasse is here and for once Jehan wishes the journey would go by faster. They can hardly wait to introduce their boyfriend in person. Skype really isn’t the same.
Happily they glance beside them, where Montparnasse is reading a magazine. Their fall coats and bags mean they are squashed together in the seat a little, but neither of them cares. Montparnasse glances up and smiles at them before turning back to what looks like an article on use of lace in men’s fashion. Jehan sighs happily and looks out of the window for a while before taking up their pen again. It’s a pity there was only room in the no-talking section of the train, but they’ve been working on a poem they wanted to rewrite and it’s coming along pretty nicely.
Just as Jehan puts their pen back to the paper, Montparnasse adjusts his position. He’s sitting even closer than he was now. Jehan glances at him. His eyes are still fixed on the glossy page, but Jehan can tell his attention has shifted. Apparently lace isn’t quite interesting enough. The small smile in the corner of Montparnasse’s mouth is making them a little suspicious…
Jehan has to press their lips together hard to prevent themself from yelping when Montparnasse’s hand slides under their coat and jumper and up their bare back. His fingers are cold. The hitch in their breath makes Montparnasse grin at his magazine. The lady sitting opposite them looks up from her tablet, but only for a moment. Jehan sits very still and Montparnasse doesn’t move either, his hand is resting casually on their back and because of the way their coats are draped across their shoulders nobody can see what he’s doing.
Montparnasse pretends to read on and Jehan carefully turns their notebook over to a fresh page. They ignore the burning of their cheeks, rest the notebook on their knee right next to Montparnasse and write:
“Behave.”
There is no indication Montparnasse has seen it, except a slight twitch of his mouth. He has definitely seen it though, because not a moment later two of his fingers start tracing Jehan’s spine.
Jehan bites their lip, keeping their head down to prevent accidental eye contact with the bored looking businessman diagonally across from them. They pointedly underline the word.
This time Montparnasse smiles and his index finger traces a round shape on their skin. Jehan can’t tell what it’s supposed to be and because they don’t react Montparnasse does it again. And again, until Jehan’s face changes in recognition. With a barely repressed mile on their lips they draw a heart on the notepad as well.
Montparnasse flashes them a quick grin and begins to retract his hand.
Under the pretence of straightening up to look out of the window Jehan quickly leans back to trap his arm against the back of the seat. They hear Montparnasse exhale with a snort and his hand slides back to its former position. His fingers have warmed up by now and on second thought Jehan quite likes his hand there. With a smile they turn back to their poem and Montparnasse turns to the next article with a smirk around his mouth. They have a pretty long train ride ahead of them and who knows, with a bit of luck those two sour-faced passengers across from them will get off at a nearby stop…