Rust and Ruin

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Aaron couldn’t help but look at the stranger sitting across from him on the train. He was gorgeous, wearing a deep burgundy coloured suit that had caught his attention from the moment the man had gotten on in Manchester, the colour a stark contrast to his pale skin, and blond hair.

“God, is the train always so slow?” he commented, looking at his watch.

“Usually not,” Aaron replied, unsure if he’d been looking for a reply or not - but he figured it was worth a chance, worth trying to talk to the attractive stranger. “I think theres works on the line.”

The blond sighed. “Of course,” he tapped his finger against the table. “I’d drive, normally, but, well - my car decided this morning was the morning to give out. Can you believe that?”

“Always the way,” Aaron hummed, gesturing to his crutches. “I’ve got no other choice at the moment, unfortunately. Broken ankle.”

“Ouch. How’d it happen?”

“Some lad fell on me during a boxing match,” Aaron explained, thinking back to the moment his opponent had tripped and fell onto his leg, the sickening crunch of his ankle imprinted on his memory forever.

“You’re a boxer, then?”

“It’s just a hobby,” Aaron said. “Paying for it now, though.”

“Sounds like it.”

Aaron glanced at the bouquet of flowers on the seat next to the blond, raising an eyebrow. “They for your girlfriend, then?” he inquired, wanting to try and see where he stood, if he had a chance at all.

He was an attractive twenty-something, Aaron knew that much, so it was worth a try.

“My sister,” the blond corrected. “I haven’t seen her in a long time, figured the flowers was a good start.”

“It’s usually expensive video games, that gets me on the good side of my sister,” Aaron said, thinking of Liv, and the tantrums that were only ever solved by a trip to Gamestop.

The blond laughed. “I wish Vic was like that, she’s impossible to buy for,” he said, shifting in his seat. “Been a long time since I even had a girlfriend, blokes are always much easier to buy for.”

Aaron barely held back his grin. “My ex-boyfriend was always happy with sportswear,” he said, shrugging at the memory. Ed had been the most easygoing boyfriend he’d ever had, it was nice - simple, easy and nice.

But Aaron wanted more than that, he decided, and the mysterious stranger sitting across from him in a beautiful suit - well, he was intriguing to him.

“My ex-boyfriend wanted expensive clothes and holidays,” the blond rolled his eyes. “It didn’t last, as you might imagine.”

“I’m a cheap date, me,” Aaron smirked, spotting the tea-trolly trundling up their carriage. “I’d go for a cup of tea and a kit-kat.”

The blond looked over his shoulder, laughing. “I could swing for that - as long as you’re good to keep me entertained until this train gets going.”

Aaron smiled, his heart beating a little faster in his chest as he realised his cheeky move had paid off. “Deal. I’m Aaron, by the way.”

“Robert,” the gorgeous blond said, finally putting a name to the face. “I’m Robert.”