The air was hot and humid, almost suffocating in its thickness - evidence that the air-conditioning unit had died some time back, and was yet to be resurrected.  Ordinarily in such conditions he would have sought a cool place to rest and relax until the heat of the day had faded into the temperate embrace of summer night; this moment in time, however, found him abandoning such temptation in favor of another.

Presented so tantalisingly before him was the backside of his beloved, encased in black jeans so tight as to leave very little to the imagination.  Not that he was lacking in that department.  Moving swiftly forwards, he captured one shoulder in his hand and pressed the length of his body against the one he so admired.  Brushing silken strands of hair aside, he caught a glimpse of a warily amused blue eye as his beloved turned his head to one side.  Soft lips parted, but any words that might have been spoken were lost, transformed into a gasp as a sudden rush of momentum thrust buttocks and groin against one another once again.

He grinned as his beloved raised one eyebrow then tilted his head down, attempting to hide the flush spreading through his cheeks behind the curtain of his hair.  It wasn't enough to conceal the truth from one who knew his beloved's body as thoroughly as he himself did.  Leaning forward until his beloved's hair tickled his nose, he could sense the extra warmth rising from the back of his neck, even above the heat of the day and his beloved's usual body temperature.  Lips twitching between smile and smirk, he inhaled deeply, breathing in the pleasant musk he had long since come to associate with his beloved.

Surreptitiously, he inched his hand down from his beloved's shoulder, snaking his arm around his waist so that his palm rested over his stomach.  Fingers dancing deftly between buttons, he traced light designs across the smoothness of his beloved's midriff, causing several sharp inhalations as he worked patiently at the sensitive skin.

Hips positioned most strategically, with his thighs firm against the backs of his beloved's, he indulged once again in allowing himself to press forward in a repetitive, yet somewhat arrhythmic motion.  Unlike the initial thrust the pressure applied was gentle, yet industriously persistent.  He smiled as he felt his studious perseverance being rewarded with the alternate tightening and relaxation of the muscles of his beloved's rear.  An audible response was also in evidence, as his beloved's breathing roughened in his ear.

Licking his lips in expectation, he moved his free hand forward at last, his arm cradling his beloved's side briefly, then sliding his fingers between his beloved's and wrapping them around the solid shaft before him.  Firm and hot and slick beneath his sweaty grasp, he squeezed and stroked in concert the hand and pole held captive by his own.

The stifling nature of the air grew more intense as the heat from his actions built between them, demanding release in one form or another.  Breathing now raw and rough as his beloved's, he knew that time was running out for them both.  He found himself wishing that this be one experience that need not end, but found also solace in the thought that it would not be the last time the two of them undertook such action.

A gush of air signaled their release for this occasion, the air currents brushing over their sweaty skin and carrying off some of the excess heat they had accumulated.  Withdrawing from his beloved, he sought at long last the cooler refuge beyond the doors.  Moments later his beloved joined him, standing by his side, their breathing slowly steadying to a normal, sedate pace as the fire in their blood died away.

Around them the world continued on, encompassing their tiny island of calm without infringing upon it, as people milled this way and that in the area immediately surrounding them.

At long last, his beloved turned his steady blue gaze upon him: "That is absolutely the last time I catch the train with you in peak hour," he informed him exasperatedly, shaking his head in mild disbelief.

He grinned ruefully, speculatively.  That still left the bus...