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Don Malarkey was ready for the damn day to be done already, but of course the train station was packed with people and when the actual train arrived it was just as full. He sighed and ran and hand through his messy red hair, grabbing on to the pole nearest to the door. He sucked in his stomach while the rest of the passengers got on board. When he was about to breath out a tall man, well compared to himself, squeezed right in front of him. Don looked up to the man questioningly. The man laughed a bit and rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh hope you don't mind, this damn train is crowded." Don wanted to tell him to wait for the next one because he does not need to deal with hot guys squished right next to his crotch while on a train full of people, but all he did was shake his head. Great job speaking your mind there he thought to himself, quietly cursing at himself. Him and the man -a very a hot man squished right against his crotch- sat in relative silence for most of the ride, that is until they were about to arrive at the next stop. The man looked out the window and then down at Don biting his lip, Don raised an eyebrow in question, well really he tried to. Before he could the man put his hand on the back of his neck and pulled Don into a kiss, Don could faintly feel a hand on his ass. He stood shocked right up until the stranger pulled away. They had gotten to the next stop and the second the doors opened the man gave him a wink and bolted off the train, leaving a very confused Don Malarkey in his wake.
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Skip Muck new the right places to look for easy pickings, and trains were always great. Except if the train is crammed from the floor to the ceiling, but you know what? Skip could work with this, he's had harder times then this. So he pushed himself into the crowd and somehow ended up face to face with a short red head. He eyed the man's pockets to see if he could find his wallet, eventually seeing it crammed into his back pocket. Skip smirked quickly reverting to a normal expression and rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh hope you don't mind, this damn train is crowded." He smiled down at the red head as he nodded. Ok great so now he just had to figure out how to get to his wallet without him noticing, which was going to be harder then it originally seemed seeing as the man wouldn't stop staring at him. Not that Skip cared, he knew how hard it was to resits a man like him. Charming on the outside, sarcastic and gold-digger on the inside. Totally irresistible. Skip looked out the window, seeing as he was almost at the stop where he and Penk would meet, he began to think on his toes. Sucking in a breath he leaned down and kissed the red head. Seeing as he was giving him googly eyes all trip it wouldn't bother him, right? Skip slid his hand on the man's ass reaching towards his wallet finally fishing it out as the doors opened. Skip pulled away quickly giving the man a quick wink before bolting out the door. He maintained a fast pace until he saw a familiar head of messy black hair, and practically slid into him. Alex eyed him amused. "What the hell happened to you?" Skip gave him a look waving off his question. "Doesn't matter now, you got the keys?" Skip said running a hand through his hair. Alex nodded at him throwing the keys up and catching them. Alex turned toward the direction of the car and began to walk towards it, Skip following easily. Skip took the wallet out of the pocket he crammed it into and looked at the man's drivers licence. Donald Malarkey, hm good to know the name of the random guy you just kissed on the train to steal their wallet, I guess. Skip thought before putting the card back into the wallet and shoving it back into his pocket.
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Don stood by the door for what felt like forever. Plain shock was all he could even feel. "What the fuck just happened?" He whispered to himself tracing his fingers over his lip. Before he had a chance to go after the guy, the train doors closed and it sped off again. Don ran his hands through his hair trying to decipher why that happened to him, and why the hell the guy would just run off like that when he kisses a random stranger. By the time Don got to his stop his head hurt from thinking and he just needed something to drink. Walking over to the nearest vending machine, he went to pull out his wallet. But when he reached for it it wasn't there, he checked all his other pockets and tried to think where it could of fallen out when it hit him. The man on the train grabbed his ass, Don wasn't even thinking of it when the guy kissed him. The kiss was a distraction, all he wanted was Don's fucking wallet. "Son of a bitch!"