Silent Encounter: He was a hot guy on the subway. Words weren't necessary.

The guy made it clear ... no speaking.

Meeting a hot stranger on the subway

The guy catches Derek's eye as soon as he steps onto the train. When he sits across from Derek, Derek can't stop staring. The guy is gorgeous.

Lifting his gaze from the book he is reading, the guy's interest is obvious. He motions for Derek to follow him off the train and up the stairs. Before they can emerge onto the street, the nameless guy sets a gentle but confident kiss on his lips, rocking his world.

Derek starts to ask his name, but he is silenced by a slender finger on his lips. There's a game at play. No speaking. Derek is so primed that he's willing to agree to anything.

They arrive at the guy's apartment without a word spoken between them.

How long will this silence last?

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My commute was long after an even longer day but an apartment in the suburbs of San Francisco was all I could afford on an hourly paid server job. Thank god for tips or I wouldn't be able to necessities like decent food. I was a tall muscular guy. I needed fuel.

I hated public transit because it included the game of figuring out where to look. Normally, I would have a book but I was between reads at the moment and nothing had caught my fancy.

The intercom dinged and an artificial woman's voice told us what station was coming up next on the subway line. The train slowed then stopped and the doors opened.

I looked up at the people filing in and my gaze caught on one guy who stood out from the rest. He was lean in all black, including his hair. A lip ring in his full pouty lips. And dark eyes above chiseled cheekbones. He was beautiful and I couldn't look away.

He sat across from me, pulled a book out of his bag, and opened it. He smiled as he read, lighting up his face. Making him even more beautiful. The title of the book was by an author I liked, but I usually read my books on my phone. It was refreshing to see someone reading an actual book.

His eyes darted up and he peered out of his book at me. I didn't break eye contact with him. I wanted him to know I was interested. Instead of looking away, he winked at me, making my cock stir. Maybe this guy would be interested in a hookup.

Two more stops down the line and the guy stood up. Before heading for the door, he turned and looked at me, raising his eyebrows at me and cocking his head toward the door.

He wanted me to follow.

My dick hardening, fogging up my brain, made me leap to my feet. The train stopped and the door opened and I was right behind him, following close as he headed for the stairs.

Halfway up the stairs, he stopped and turned to face me. I stepped closer and he grasped my chin. The kiss he bestowed on me was gentle but commanding. The intensity made my body ache for him. I nearly came undone when he thrust his tongue into my mouth and conquered it.

We took a break to breathe.

"What's your …." I started to ask but he placed his index finger on my lips to quieten me. He shook his head, indicating I wasn't to speak. He continued up the stairs with me on his heels.

The apartment building he took me to was more than I'd ever be able to afford. I stepped into the elevator with him and rode up to the tenth floor. Down the hall until he unlocked a door with the number 1014 on it. I knew there was no point in remembering it.

This was a one-off.

I shed my coat and handed it to the guy who hung it in the closet. He wandered into the kitchen and poured two glasses of water. I dutifully drank mine. There was no point in becoming dehydrated during a fucking session I expected would go on for a while.

The guy indicated I should follow him into the bedroom. I was right behind him when he started to undress. I followed suit and stripped out of my clothes.

Moving around him, I took a seat on the end of his bed. He understood the message and stepped up to me, his cock most of the way to be solid as steel. I opened my mouth and looked up at him, blinking, with my tongue flat out to receive him.