Based on the song Last Train Home by Lostprophets. Ian and Mickey. I'm not entirely sure when this is meant to be set, but Mickey's meant to have moved away from Chicago and Ian has just visited him. And they might have had some sort of argument which meant that Mickey went off and got drunk the night before this and Ian was maybe pissed off at him and left in the morning while Mickey was still asleep, but maybe still hopes that Mickey may come after him. Wow. This attempted explanation is almost longer than the actual writing.
And I can be on the last train home.
The train rolls into the station. Ian shifts his weight from foot to foot, waiting for everyone to disembark before he can get on. He looks around him, along the platform to the left and right. He's waiting for someone, hoping against hope that they'll come, that they'll arrive before he has to get on the train. It's the last train back home. If he misses it, there won't be another one until Monday. If Mickey doesn't turn up now, there's no going back. But who's he trying to kid. Mickey's never in a million years going to turn up. Heck, no. Not even if you held a loaded gun to his temple and threatened to shoot. Everyone's disembarked now and Ian's preparing to board the train. He lifts up his suitcase and steps towards the train.
"Hey, Firecrotch!" Ian automatically turns to where he thinks the shout comes from. All he can see is a flood of people crowding onto the train. There's a tug on his shoulder and he turns around to face Mickey. "Took me long enough to fucking find you." Mickey explains. And then he kisses Ian. Ian drops his suitcase in surprise and it thuds to the platform. People start to look at them. Ian gets over his shock, grabs Mickey's face and pushes his lips harder against Mickey's. Neither of them hears the whistle of the conductor or the chug of the train as it slides out of the station. Eventually though, they need air; they don't want it, but they need it. And that's when Ian realises that the train has left the station. "Fuck!" he swears. "Now I have to fucking wait until Monday!" Mickey smiles and it looks out of place spreading across his features, but not a bad out of place. "You can stay with me, Firecrotch," he tells Ian. A smile breaks across Ian's face and blinds Mickey, but he can't look away. Ian kisses him briefly and Mickey makes a pathetic sort of whimpering noise when Ian pulls back. "Let's go, then." Ian says and Mickey's cock reacts to the husky tone of his voice. Grabbing Ian's hand, he pulls him away, giving Ian barely enough time to pick his suitcase up.