Scott is asleep, somehow. Mitch, on the other hand, has been laying in bed, staring at the ceiling for the last hour or so, feeling the anxiety in his chest rise every time the train jostles him. Eventually, he's had enough of his own tossing and turning and decides to go find somewhere else to be awake before he wakes Scott up. He tugs on some boxers and sweatpants, pulling one of Scott's t-shirts out of his own bag (once a thief, always a thief) and slides out of their private room in the sleeping car to head for the lounge.
He's on the lower floor of the lounge car, about to climb the staircase to the top, when he hears a door slide open and smells just the hint of a cool, night breeze. He feels the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and starts to turn his head towards the open door, but only one thought makes it through his head before he feels the prick on his neck.
The train is stopped, and the door that opened is to the outside.
His vision fades to black before he even hits the ground.
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A Reunion of Lips
FanficSequel to Seven Levels Below--if you don't read that first, this isn't gonna make much sense! There were fingers digging into his shoulders, trailing down his spine, smoothing over his warm skin. He sighed and relaxed into the touch for a few minute...
