"there's a bubble in time—sometime past the near-death by a train—that may only exist within the most covert memories of two men, drowned by their own misguided betrayal. (extended bit after the train scene)."
goncharov/andrey, 770 words, not rated but there's not really any violence or otherwise explicit content.
“Were you trying to kill yourself, you fucking coward?”
There’s no more bite left to Andrey’s words, only a soft puff of breath that whispers against the bristles that line Goncharov’s mouth: Goncharov caught a glance of Andrey’s expression as the air had been knocked from his chest—an ounce of panic, an ounce of weakness to which the traitor would never admit—but any anger that remained sapped away from Andrey’s body as they lay chest-to-chest, the steam train whirring past their heels like a roaring current. Their breaths had slowed—synched, perhaps distantly longing to be the same entity—but not once had Andrey’s gaze strayed to the piercing stare of the man—only a man, perhaps nothing more—beneath him, fixated stubbornly on the darkness at their side.
“Look me in the eye, and then call me a coward.”
continuing reading on ao3