sourwolves asked: incredibly long crosscountry train ride AU
"Excuse me, uh, is this seat taken?"
Derek looks up from over the top of his book, tries not to scowl at the extremely attractive young man blinking at him expectantly. He’d been hoping for a quiet eight hours, not to be dealing with a constant desire to jump somebody all the way home.
"No," he says flatly. "But, I’ve been told I snore when I inevitably fall asleep."
The man laughs, juts his chin at Derek’s book, “I would, too, if I was reading Kafka.”
Derek arches an eyebrow, considers the cover of The Castle, “It’s… It’s a classic.”
"Sure," the guy shoves his bag above Derek’s head. Derek tries and fails not to let his gaze be drawn to where his t-shirt rides up and reveals sharp hipbones and dark trail of hair leading down into his pants. Derek clears his throat, cursing himself and re-opens his book.
"It’s most entertaining," he insists.
"You keep telling yourself that," the guy winks at him as he settles in, tugs out a large pair of headphones. “I tried to read The Metamorphosis once, gave up and now I use it to prop up a photo frame.”