by Hank Edwards
(01/30/08)

The buzz of exhausted travelers washed over Michael as he entered the coffee shop. His back ached from hours on the train crossing the blurred European countryside and his previous caffeine high had dwindled. A travel-ragged couple stood from their corner table as he turned away from the counter with his espresso and he quickly claimed their spot, sighing as he dumped his backpack on the chair across from him.

"Have you heard?" said a deep, rich voice from over his shoulder and Michael felt a pleasant shudder ripple up his spine. "The world is flat."

Turning, Michael looked into the deep brown eyes of a handsome Italian man. A lock of black hair lay across the man's forehead and Michael nearly reached up to brush it back in place.

"I'm sorry?"

"I said," the man replied, his voice layered with a silky Italian accent that reached straight down to Michael's balls. "Have you heard that the world is flat?"

When presented with a man this attractive, Michael tended to turn stupid and, try as he might to fight the affliction, this moment was no different. "No, but if you hum a few bars..."

The man frowned and looked around the coffee shop. Out in the bustle of the train station a feminine voice called a departing train in several languages. A woman, lithe and blonde, wearing a long leather overcoat, a beret and leather gloves, stopped to intensely stare through the coffee shop window.

The Italian man saw the woman and turned quickly away, muttering something in Italian. He glanced at Michael and in the man's eyes Michael saw an intensity that revved his motor even higher.

"Come with me," the man said and, before Michael could reply, grabbed him by the arm and practically lifted him from the chair.

"What?" Michael gulped and was just able to reach back and snag his backpack before the man marched him through the crowded coffee shop to a unisex bathroom in the back hall. The man pushed him inside the tiny bathroom and stepped in after him, pulling the door closed and twisting the thumb lock.

"Uh, look," Michael said nervously. "I don't have a lot of cash, okay? But if this is one of those 'I'm going to steal your kidneys' things, I'll give you whatever I have if you just let me go."

"You do not know the code phrase?" the man asked, his voice a husky caress.

"Code phrase?" Michael repeated. "No, I -- I don't know what you mean."

The man said something gruff in Italian and ran a large, hair-flecked hand through his thick, black hair. His brown eyes darted around the tiny bathroom a moment then finally came back to Michael's face. The man shook his head and looked Michael up and down, his gaze lingering on Michael's crotch for a second or two longer than necessary.

"You are American, yes?" the man asked.

"Yes, but don't hold that against me." Michael let out a nervous laugh and the man reached up to place a warm palm over his mouth.

"You must be quiet, understand?" the man whispered.

Michael nodded beneath the man's hand. His pulse pounded in his ears and each breath felt as if it tore up his lungs. Dear God, no matter what happened to him in this cramped little bathroom, this man was gorgeous.

"I have mistaken you for someone I was to meet," the man said. "You are passing through this station to another destination?"

Michael nodded again, his wide eyes locked with the man's before him and his cock throbbed at full mast. He dropped his back pack to the floor and reached up to grab the man's wrist, slowly pulling the hand off his mouth. "I'm heading to Switzerland."

The man flashed a smile full of even, white teeth behind full, soft lips. A day's worth of dark stubble surrounded the man's mouth and Michael wondered how it would feel to kiss this man on the mouth, feel the stubble brush and prickle against his lips. "Switzerland? How perfect."

"Well, I'm glad you approve, but I don't understand...what's that?"

A small, cylindrical object had appeared in the man's hand. The forty watt bulb overhead gleamed off the silver surface of the thing the man held between two fingers. "This, my friend, is the fate of the world."

Michael swallowed hard. "Excuse me?"

"I need to get this to Switzerland, but I cannot carry it with me," the man explained. "I was intended to meet a man in this coffee shop, a man like you, an American, who was to carry it across the border for me."

Michael frowned for just a moment as he processed the statement. "Wait, what? Is this illegal? Like drugs or snuff films or something?"

The man before him smiled and leaned in close, very close, to whisper in the curl of Michael's ear: "This is terrorist information on a tiny silicon chip. This will ease suffering over all the world."

Michael's stomach trembled as the man's whiskered chin brushed against his earlobe and each hot, moist breath shut down any reservations to which he might have laid claim. He was done in by the musky scent of the man before him, the body heat radiating from beneath the brown leather jacket and black cashmere turtleneck. The man stepped close to him, easing a knee between Michael's legs and spreading them a little further apart.

"We will need to hide it well," the man said, the accented whisper opening a throbbing ache inside Michael. "So no one could find it."

"W-where do you think it should go?" Michael asked, his mouth dry.

The man's mouth slid down along Michael's jaw line, the warmth of his breath following behind like a spring breeze. The man's lips hovered over Michael's, parted just enough for the man to say, "Someplace deep," before he brushed Michael's lips with a kiss.

"Oh God," Michael sighed. His eyes closed as the man kissed him again. The soft bristle of the man's beard sizzled against his skin as the full, warm lips pressed against his own. The kiss deepened and Michael pulled himself against the man, pressing his torso against the strong, lean frame before him. He reached down and cupped the solid curve of the man's ass, pulling his pelvis in close and feeling the long, hard length of the man's erection grind against his own.

The man broke their embrace and leaned back to smile at him. "It has been a long time for you, yes?"

Michael blushed. "Is it that obvious?"

"For me, too," the man replied, his voice soft. "I can never trust anyone enough. Being attracted to men allows for too much distraction with my fellow agents." The man kissed him and slid Michael's jacket from his shoulders. Michael's hands followed his lead and soon both were shirtless and their kisses turned more fevered. Fine, dark hair covered the man's chest and Michael pinched his nipples into hard brown nuggets of arousal.

The man ducked his head and kissed Michael's neck then ran his tongue through the blond hair on Michael's chest to tug a nipple with his teeth. Michael leaned back against the sink and sighed as the man knelt before him and unzipped his jeans.

"You are, as they say in America, 'well hung'," the man said, and Michael snorted a laugh then gasped as the man took hold of his cock.

"Oh, that's good," Michael sighed. "Oh, yeah."

The man ran his tongue along the side of Michael's cock then opened wide and took him down his throat. Michael grunted and pumped his hips, watching the pale length of his cock slide in and out between the man's lips.

Moments later, close to orgasm, Michael eased his prick from the wet heat of the man's mouth and pulled him to his feet. He kissed the man hard, tongues clashing, and then knelt before him and unzipped his jeans. The man was long and thick, uncut, and surrounded by a patch of black pubic hair. Michael slipped his tongue beneath the hood of foreskin and caressed the rounded head then took the full length in his mouth. The man gasped above him as Michael sucked him fast and hard until finally the man pulled free and got Michael to his feet.

"We must hide the microchip," the man said. "I'll need to push it deep within you."

"Okay," he replied as the man opened a condom. Michael turned his back then looked over his shoulder. "It won't, like, leak or anything up there, will it?"

The man smiled and kissed him. "No, it won't leak. And I'll meet you in Switzerland and retrieve it very gently."

Michael felt the cool touch of the small cylinder against his anus, and then the hot, blunt tip of the man's cock right after it. The man pushed partway into him and Michael's mouth dropped open to release a deep grunt. A few more attempts got the man all the way inside of him and he pumped with a steady, forceful rhythm. Michael closed his eyes and rode the man's full, hard cock, gasping and grunting until he straightened up and, fully impaled on the man's dick, shot a thick load into the corner. The man kissed Michael's neck then bent him over again and fucked him hard until he shot his own load into the condom deep inside Michael's ass.

The man eased out of Michael and they kissed for several moments as they caught their breath. Michael's knees were weak as he cleaned up at the sink and pulled on his clothes. He watched the man pull his turtleneck over his head and tried to fix the image of his body in his mind.

"I -- I never got your name," Michael said.

The man leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. "Nicolo."

"Nicolo," Michael repeated; he liked how it felt on his tongue. "I like that."

Nicolo smiled. "I'm glad. And your name?"

"Michael."

"Michael, that's nice. Now, Michael, we must leave separately. Do not let the blonde woman in leather follow you, understand?"

Michael's stomach knotted. "Seriously? There's someone really after you?"

Nicolo put a hand on Michael's cheek and looked into his eyes. "You can do this, Michael. What train are you on?"

"Uh, the 3:10 to Lucerne."

"I will buy a ticket for that train as well." Nicolo kissed him again. "I won't let anything happen to you."

Michael laughed nervously. "Well, seeing as how you pushed some foreign object up my ass, I guess you do kind of owe me that much."

Nicolo laughed and kissed him again. "I like you, Michael. You make me smile."

"Oh yeah, that's me, hilarious Michael."

"I will leave first. Wait two minutes then you leave."

"Geez, I remember this from my senior prom."

Nicolo smiled, kissed Michael one last time then opened the door and stepped out. Michael took a deep breath and looked at his reflection in the streaked mirror. His eyes were bright and his cheeks flushed with health. He looked better than he had in months. Even if Nicolo was just a crackpot who was playing spy, he was a damn good fuck. Michael shouldered his backpack and stepped out of the bathroom just as a tall, bearded man was reaching for the knob on the other side. He skirted around the man and stepped out into the rush of tourists and commuters in the terminal. He stood for a moment looking at a large sign posting all departures and arrivals, his asshole tingling from Nicolo's pounding fuck. With a quick look around, Michael caught sight of the blonde woman in the leather overcoat striding off along the terminal in the opposite direction he needed to go. Under his breath, Michael wished Nicolo good luck then turned and walked as nonchalantly as possible in the direction of his train.

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