This is something dumb that I can’t get out of my head and you can kinkshame me later
Etienne cursed under his breath as he found a seat on the metro after a long day. He pressed a cigarette to his lips and lit it as the metro car departed from the station. There he was again, the boy that had been wandering around his mind since the summer had began.
He had just gotten a really good job at a design firm downtown. The work was less creatively stimulating than his previous work on graphic novels and the occasional underground queer zine had been, but he was so happy that his ribs weren’t visible anymore and that his ass could finally fill out his jeans. On days when he finished earlier he’d strut around the expo exhibits near his office, hoping to find a handsome and experimental tourist who’d be willing to walk with him to a nearby alley but so far he hadn’t had much luck.
On one ride home after another unsuccessful hunt he had spotted the pretty boy who stood nearby him, holding onto one of the metros poles. He had thought he was a tourist at first, after all you never saw a proper Montrealer in cowboy boots and he had something innocent about him that he never saw in the city. But it had been a few weeks since he’d first appeared and that no longer seemed the case.
Etienne felt a bit drawn to him for some reason. He had such a soft messy hairdo, and lovely caramel skin that was tanning magnificently in the summer sun. He wondered to himself how far down that wonderful tan went. Today he noticed there was something in the young mans hands. On closer inspection he noticed that it was a book about learning French. He wondered if that could be his opener, offering him his services for practice. He could show the stranger a lot of things; how to order a coffee in French, how to navigate the city on foot, how to bend a man over and- wait what was he thinking. The handsome stranger looked barely legal, what if he was having perverted thoughts about a 16 year old. He needed to get a hold of himself, there was nothing special about the boy, he was just extra horny because he hadn’t seduced an expo tourist and that was all.
Still, his curiosity had been piqued and he couldn’t help wondering where the man was from. Etienne’s stop was always before his and so he didn’t even know what part of the city he commuted from, only that they had a shared route. And upon thinking about that he realized he’d missed his own stop by quite a few stations, he’d been so busy staring at his cowboy stranger he hadn’t noticed. Sighing and getting up to take the metro in the other direction to head back, he noticed his stranger walk past him out the door.
And even though he told himself he should leave him alone, his feet moved on their own, following the handsome young man to who knows where.
OOOOOK so this is entirely @allbeendonebefore s fault bc I have not been able to get this idea out of my head since I saw this picture that she drew
So, since this is all I can think about here’s a little drabble to get this out of my mind so that I can focus on other things
Montreal/Etienne belongs to @randomoranges
The “handsome stranger” ie Edmonton/Edward belongs to @allbeendonebefore
p.s.: I have no idea if smoking in the montreal metro was ever allowed but considering this is the 60s I went ahead and guessed yes so fight me
P.p.s.: I know a certain Franco who will correct me and yes I know Étienne has an é but in my defense MY AMERICAN KEYBOARD DOESNT HAVE FRENCH ACCENTS
