Chalk Butterfly: Part One (First Time Erotic Romance) Read Online Free

Alexander ducked his head, hoping to
dodge more questions on the subject as the train rolled to a shaky
stop. A few passengers exited, and Alexander looked back up at
Daniel, who still watched him.
     
    “What, may I ask, are you doing in New York
City? Vacationing?” The train started up again and Alexander braced
himself gently in the seat with his right hand, ignoring the sharp
stab of pain that ran up his palm. He usually didn’t have to be so
careful with what he did with his hands and he found himself
learning to be cautious the hard way all over again.
     
    “No, I live here. Well, not here , you see. In the train cart, I
mean. Yes, I don’t talk much.” Alexander snapped his mouth shut and
looked away.
     
    “I’m sure you’re usually quite articulate,”
Daniel said. “I’m overwhelming, dark and brooding, you know the
type. Very distracting. Ah, ego not cured after all, I see.”
     
    “It’s a sad case, then,” Alexander found
himself saying. “Dark, and brooding-- an egomaniac. Maybe I
shouldn’t be talking with you at all.” His slight smile and the way
he leaned closer into Daniel’s shoulder, betrayed the aloof
coolness in his voice.
     
    “Oh, you don’t like brooding? I swear,
that’s a first. What about dark and slightly incomprehensible? I
think I do that well. Is that your type?” Daniel’s voice lowered
slightly, a little more intimate.
     
    “I don’t have a type,” Alexander said.
     
    “Come now. What’s she like?”
     
    The train began rolling to the next stop.
“I… fuck!” Alexander yelped, turning sharply in his seat as the
passengers began lining up at the door.
     
    “Oh?”
     
    "No, I missed my stop. Fuck, sorry. I
mean...um." Alexander twisted further in his seat, careful of his
sore hand, and watched the train pull into the stop after his own.
"Oh, no…"
     
    "Where did you mean to get off?" Daniel
asked. He pulled a subway map from his breast pocket and gently
knocked Alexander against the shoulder. Alexander’s grip on the
window ledge slipped as he steadied himself, his hand burning with
the friction. He gasped and pulled his hand away, biting back the
cry that wished to escape. It was hardly a bump, but the pain was
intense. Alexander could feel the tears welling in his eyes.
     
    “Soh…Soho,” he managed. He felt relieved
that Daniel was involved with fighting the large map and hadn’t
noticed his tiny accident. ‘Breathe,’ he told himself, ‘don’t lose
it now.’
     
    “This map… is impossible,” Daniel continued,
mumbling to himself. “I don’t understand…”
     
    “Don’t worry about it,” Alexander gritted
out, raising his left arm to wipe at his eyes carefully. The large
tears smeared down his cheeks, reddening the already rosy skin.
“I’ll have to exit now and board the train back in twenty,” he said
evenly. He kept his hand very still, his legs shaking a bit as the
pain endured. “So, this is my stop…” He stood weakly, and nodded to
Daniel. All he wanted to do was get to off the train, find a
restroom where he could have a good, proper cry and then call
Elijah. Daniel looked up at him and smiled, completely unaware.
     
    “Alright,” Daniel replied, obviously
conceding to the map as he shoved it into his jacket pocket with a
comical scowl of defeat. “Want to get some coffee while you
wait?”
     
    “But…” Alexander bumbled, waiting for the
line of passengers to exit before he began to make his way to the
door. He desperately wanted out of Daniel’s sight; needed to
compose himself and shake all the mutinous butterflies out of his
stomach. “Is this your stop?”
     
    “Sure,” Daniel said. He pressed a hand
against Alexander’s back, right between the shoulder blades.
Alexander couldn’t argue with the forward nudge, the soft pressure,
and he let Daniel lead him out onto the busy platform.
     
    “I need to use the loo,” Alexander said. He
pulled away into the shifting crowd. “Excuse me.”