24. literally bumping into each other au
SLAM!
“Oh…shit.” Newton whispered furiously, holding his head. He was almost flat on his back on the damp subway platform. In front of him, sprawled in the opposite direction was a thin man groping for his cane. “I am so sorry.”
“No no, neither of us were paying attention. Are you alright?”
“Yeah, dude, but I can’t find my glasses.”
“Oh, here they are,” the man said, straining to reach them and pass them to Newton.
“Now, how bad is the damage? Oh, lightly scuffed. Are you ok? Man, we really coli- hi,” he said, finally able to focus and realizing the man he crashed into was super hot.
“Yes, I’m alright,”
“What’s your name?” Newton said dreamily.
“Hermann,” the man said, getting up gingerly. Newton reached out to help him up. “I really don’t need assistance.” But Newt was already holding his hand. Hermann almost pulled away but was shocked by how such a rough looking man had such a soft hand. He gripped reflexively. Just before he was going to pull away out of sheer embarrassment a crowd of people rushed down the platform, pushing Newt right into him. Hermann was pinned to the wall.
“Hah, shit, sorry, I can’t move,” Newton said as he was continually bombarded by people pushing past. He leaned on the wall. It was almost like he was protecting Hermann. Hermann wasn’t complaining, his heart thumping with delight, his eyes looking at anything but Newton. But then something caught his eye.
“You’ve got a bit of dirt on your face,” Hermann said, reaching up and wiping it off. Newton looked into his eyes and took his wrist.
“Thanks,” Newt said with a kiss to the man’s palm.
“Oh,” Hermann said. It was so soft it hurt.
“Want to go out later?”
“I would like that.”
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