The same thing

The young man was standing at the bus stop and smoking his last cigarette. It was already December outside. Therefore, the guy began to wrap himself more tightly in a leather jacket and a long black scarf wrapped around his neck. Gajil took another drag on nicotine, feeling a little warmth spread across his chest, and then exhaled, releasing gray smoke into the air. He looked at his fingers, which were blue from the cold, and cursed to himself. The guy threw the cigarette butt into the trash and hid his hands in the deep pockets of his jacket. It didn't make it any warmer. The bus he was patiently waiting for was not there yet, as if it was late in the last century. Therefore, trampling from foot to foot, Gajil carefully looked at the road, where a lot of cars crowded. Trying to occupy himself somehow, Redfox decided to count the number of brands of transport, like sheep before going to bed. Remembering about the cute white sheep jumping over the fence, the guy yawned, lost count, and began to chew a metal rod in his lip. An hour later, as it seemed to him, the doors of the green bus were welcoming the doors opened in front of him, and he, ruffling long dark strands of hair, hurried inside. There were no empty seats. Having hardly paid the conductor for the fare, the young man, pushing through the crowd, stood near the fogged window, leaning on the handrail with relief. His stop was the final one for this route. The guy began to breathe on his hands, trying to warm them up. As soon as the fingers began to feel warm, it was as if hundreds of small needles began to pierce them — blood pulsed. There was an unpleasant feeling. The young man clenched his fists with force, and then unclenched them. Then I repeated it several times until I began to feel better. Taking his phone out of his inner pocket and turning on his favorite music, Gajil turned his back to the window. Inserting the headphones into his ears, he looked around the crowded salon. Clothes of dark shades filled the space with a solid spot. But, catching a bright spot among all this mass, he fixed his gaze on the girl sitting quietly in the back row. He looked at her with interest, noticing that his attention was attracted by her unusual blue hair sticking out in short strands from under a burgundy hat with a pompom. "We like the same thing!" the guy exclaimed in his thoughts, noticing a black piercing bead on her neat nose, and a silver barbell dissecting her thin left eyebrow. The loud song with explosive chords ended, replaced by a more melodic one. The young man thought about it, asking himself where such a thing could have come from in his audio recordings. But, feeling that he now associates this song with an informal girl, he did not switch it. The girl did not take her eyes off the book lying on her lap. As soon as the bus met a bump on its way, Malvina jumped on the spot, and anxiously looked out the window. Wrinkling her nose, and then straightening her hat, she again plunged into reading. But Gajeel managed to notice the color of her eyes — brown. And also read the title of the work, grinning to himself. Without noticing it, Redfox found himself at the end of the cabin, a couple of meters away from her. And as if sensing his piercing gaze, the girl licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, and then bit it. Gajeel sighed. She raised her head, meeting his intense scarlet eyes. When she saw the smile that flashed on her lips, she was embarrassed, lowering her head again. The young man carefully watched her every move, as if he was the most dangerous maniac in the world, who had finally escaped to the long-awaited freedom. But that's not true. He had found a soul mate, and now he was trying to grab hold of her with both hands. Glancing at the backpack, he saw an embroidered name on the pocket — Levi McGarden. Softly whispering it with his lips, the guy tasted the name. And I concluded that it sounds pretty nice. Glancing at the skinny legs, shod in high boots, the guy blissfully closed his eyes. Imagining for a second how these slender legs encircle his waist and press him closer to himself, Redfox felt how pleasant and at the same time very uncomfortable it became in the lower abdomen. He remembered how recently she had been biting her lip while reading a book—erotic, as he understood from the telling title, and a languid sigh escaped from her lungs. Gajil began to chew the barbell in his lip, praying in his soul to get home as soon as possible. Catching his gaze on her, Levi smiled with her eyes over the black frames points. In those beautiful brown eyes, the very sparkles that the guy liked in girls woke up. Suppressing a chuckle, the girl closed the book and put it away in her backpack. She put her hands on her knees, slightly squeezing the hem of her black skirt. The guy followed her movements with interest until he noticed how the skirt slowly began to lift up, exposing a barely visible small bow on the inside of the thigh. Another sigh. Closing his eyes and imagining how he pulls off her lace panties from her legs, the young man became eager. Licking his dry lips, Redfox returned to his fantasies, where, having laid the informal on the shoulder blades, he hovered over her, kissing her pale pink lips. In his ideas, from the very first minutes, as soon as he saw her, he fucked this girl hard, throwing her legs over his shoulders. The girl moaned, arousing the guy more than usual. And all his tension, which was going on in his thoughts, was reflected by a swollen boner in jeans, to which he already pulled his hand in reality, unbuttoning the zipper. Gajeel grinned when he saw the girl looking around in a hurry. She was embarrassed —the blush danced on her cheeks every now and then. And his eyes were nervously running around the cabin, afraid that someone might notice it. But the room it was so crowded that everyone could hardly hold on to the handrails. And they didn't care about anyone but themselves. Grabbing the girl's backpack and throwing it over his shoulder, the guy smiled. Pulling the owner of things on himself, pulling her off the soft seat, he pressed her back is to herself. Levi gasped, but didn't pull away, completely trusting him. And as a sign of her permission, she slightly rubbed her ass against his groin, forcing him to growl with pleasure into her neck. — And if I'm right here for you? Gajil asked, noticing how the bus stopped, stuck in a long traffic jam. — Look, as if from the cold, he did not become a gherkin, — the girl giggled, turning to face him and looking at the fly, wherethe tense situation was clearly felt. Redfox grunted resentfully, pulling the girl closer to him. Their lips touched. Gajil greedily and brazenly bit into these slightly weathered, but desired lips of a girl who was limp in his strong hands. The informal woman rounded her eyes in surprise, framed by thick eyelashes, and her heart skipped a beat. Levi's fragile fingers squeezed the strands of his hair on the back of his head, slightly pulling him to himself, and his palms rested possessively on an appetizing ass. It seemed that there was no one nearby right now. It was as if they were alone on this bus, where it was getting hotter by the second. The girl succumbed to his insistence, and reached out to him, as if for life-giving oxygen. Still pulling her to him, the young man noticed that she hardly reached his chest — small stature. But it only interested him more. He pressed harder, kissed as if for the first time, desired like no one else. Gajeel realized this in just a few minutes while he was on the bus. They seemed to have known each other forever. — You're wrong! — the guy whispered softly, pulling away from the girl's lips. One of the passengers coughed, apparently attracting attention. But Gajeel still looked only at the pretty features of the face. — Then prove it to me, — the girl, reaching out to him on tiptoe, licked his earlobe. — With pleasure, gihi, — the guy put a small hickey on Levi's neck, then slightly biting the skin in this place and pulling on himself. The girl smiled. The bus opened the doors and McGarden, at parting, kissed the guy on the cheek and waved, took her backpack, running out into the snowy street. The doors closed, blocking Redfox's way. The transport started moving. The guy cursed, hitting the door with force, and then leaned against the handrail. Frustrated, Gajil put his hands in his pockets, feeling for a piece of paper. Pulling out and unfolding a white notebook piece, he saw a phone number and a small signature: "Levi." Redfox grinned contentedly, pulling his phone out of his pocket.