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Right in the summer heat of Hogsback, near the middle of nowhere, an empty gas station stood in the middle of the vast emptiness. The heat scorched through any small living plants nearby and there was a lack of moisture in the air that made people stray from this part of town.

Winston probably should've thought twice before picking this job—should've thought about the heat and the empty streets he would have to stare at all day.

But really, it was a good deal. He wasn't being paid to tend to customers, nor did he bother to expect anyone to actually come near this part of town. Instead, all he had to do was watch over the gas station and make sure that things weren't stolen.

It was an odd job, but he took it anyway. Now he was experiencing the down side, and it showed by how the heat seeped through his loose white tee and his hand me down military shorts.

He even wore sandals, but that only succeeded in burning his toes.

Winston sat on the creaky wooden stool behind the counter. There was an old radio playing some old song and it served well to fill the dreadful silence.

And the brick walls of the store seemed to be melting as he stared at them. Or maybe that was just another hallucination—he couldn't tell.

"Shit—man" he drew the word, throwing his head back.

"The fuck am I even doing here, god." He sighed, his hand napping at his short tight curls.

His eyes swept over the empty roads, casually and barely just missing the figure approaching the store.

"Huh!?" he jerked forward, almost falling off the old stool.

His eyes widened when the figure only got closer and closer to the gas station. He couldn't believe his eyes, after weeks of empty roads and an empty store—he was finally seeing his first customer.

The figure turned out to be a man, tall and broad shouldered. The man came closer and closer to the store, and when he was close enough, Winston still couldn't stop gawking.

The door creaked open, squeaking and groaning at the rusting material. The man shut the door behind him and quickly made his way to the counter.

He wore a fancy dress shirt that was slightly drenched in sweat and the fancy white shorts he wore clung to him like second skin. His skin was tanned, caramel-like and his hair fell in his eyes dripping sweat over his face.

He breathed hard as he leaned over the counter, his head down as he rested for a bit.

"Aye, you alright there?"

Winston was almost scared to speak to the man, and his voice trembled at the sight of the man's glistening biceps.

"Yeah" he breathed, "ya have bottled water—cold?"

The man's voice surprised Winston. It made him shiver, his spine tingling at the deep accent of the man's voice.

"Uh.." he shook his head, "yeah, hold on."

Winston leaned down, reaching for the mini freezer behind the counter. He grabbed an iced bottle and handed it to the man.

The man wasted no time gulping down the water, throwing the cap somewhere on the floor.

Winston watched the man's throat gulp down the water and stared at the man's large calloused fingers as it clenched at the counter.

Finally, the man crumbled down the plastic bottle, exhaling dramatically. He finally looked down at Winston, his deep blue eyes boring into Winston's brown ones.

"My god mate!" He exclaimed, "ya' damn beautiful, ya know that?"

Winston curled into himself in surprise, his face felt heated and his ears burned. He felt his face heat, blood rushing into his cheeks and the dark of his skin reddening ever so slightly.

Winston cleared his throat, his hands clenching at his white tee.

"You need something, or was it just the water?"

The man's eyes widened slightly, as if remembering why he had come here in the first place.

Then he smiled, widely and gorgeously. And damn did it take Winston's breath away. The dimples at the man's cheeks were two endless pits, widening and deepening as his smile stretched. His sharp defined jaw relaxed as he smiled and his long European nose stretched slightly.

His dark eyebrows disappeared into the dark drenched hair at his forehead. His teeth gleamed under the light and everything about him was breathtaking.

Winston shuddered once again, he couldn't help but be entranced by the stranger. And the fact was creepy, yet exciting.

"I wanted ta' get some gas—won't believe how many miles I had ta' walk, but it was worth it, I guess."

The more he talked the more Winston shivered and began to get turned on. There was a heat that surpassed the sun down in his lower regions, and it tingled the more the man's deep voice brushed over his ears.

He couldn't help it and he knew he was being a pervert by reacting in such a way. For all he knew the man could be a serial killer.

The man sniffed at the air in a weird kinda way, almost like he smelled something putrid. But it was the opposite in the way he smiled down at Winston.

"You're so fuckin' adorable mate."

Winston's skin heated, his breath hitching at the man's words. His hands rubbed over his shorts, clenching at the material.

Winston has never before felt so baffled, he wasn't expecting this kind of experience when meeting his very first customer. His hands were reaching for his hard on and he just couldn't help himself when he brushed over it ever so slightly.

And then the man was staring, so deeply into him, as if he could see through Winston. Right then and now, Winston felt like he could just jizz in his shorts.

The man exhaled, his gaze lingering on Winston for just a second longer before he shifted his gaze downwards.

"Uhm... well... I don't know what you mean by that, but uhm... what did you say you wanted again?"

With a stumble, Winston held onto the counter, his fingers tightly clenching onto the material for dear life.

"Just... uhm what? Oh yea... right, right, gas," he finally got out, "my car's been out in the middle of no where, it's a fuckin' miracle I found a gas station."

Winston nodded, as if he was listening, but all he could do was focus on trying to get rid of the rock ever so prominent in his shorts.

He reached down, pulling out a, really convenient, empty jug.

The man took the jug, his hands latching onto Winston's quickly when they slightly brushed over each other.

As soon as he did, Winston felt an undeniable pleasure that rocked through him like waves harshly against the sea. It felt like if he dwelled to long on the feeling, he would be swept up, much like the stranded shells he'd see on the beaches.

Winston couldn't help but let out a breathy moan, so soft and so light. And if it wasn't for the man's unique qualities, he wouldn't have heard Winston.

With prominent thug, the jug was thrown onto the floor and the man's hand were around Winston's neck, his lips molding on Winston's.

Immediately, Winston could feel a deep fire that ignited so wildly throughout his soul. And like wild fire in a forest, it took everything in its path, burning and heating his core like never before.

His hands shot up through the man's hair, his fingers tightening at the strands as the man's large hand tightened around his neck.

Their lips tangled in a tango, and the man's tongue plunged into Winston's mouth enticing a loud moan from him.

Winston was kissing a stranger, a stranger that showed up to a gas station he didn't even want to work at and god did it feel good, so good that he could feel his cock drip in his underwear.

The man pulled away, his lips barely brushing over Winston's.

"Fuck, I don't even know yur name, what's your name?"

"Winston," he sighed, his eyes lidded and his heart pounding.

"Suits ya, I'm Killian, can't believe you've been here the entire time."

Winston frowned, "wha-"

Killian's lips were already on his, his hands dragging themselves over his chest, slightly pressing over his his hardening nipples.

Winston gasped at the abrupt tingling he felt, even through his shirt he could feel it. It made him wonder how it would feel without one.

As if he could hear his thoughts, Killian's hand was already brushing under his shirt, his calloused fingers rubbing harshly on his nipples.

Winston couldn't help but separate from the man's lips, a loud moan pouring out of him. He couldn't do it, over this counter, he was just too far away.

So he hopped onto the countertop, his legs swinging over the edge, wrapping themselves around Killian's waste.

Killian let out chuckle, one that was deep and soft. It reverberated through Winston's spine, tingling, causing an abrupt shiver through him.

Killian's lips latched onto a new target, kissing and nipping at the skin on Winston's neck. His fingers squeezing harshly at Winston's nipples.

Softly, the man's hand shaped onto Winston's hard on, his own throbbing through his shorts.

Winston's skin gleamed under the dim lights of the gas station, his loud moans echoing throughout the silent store. His breathing harsh and his waist grinding onto Killian's hand.

It was a whole new sensation, one that left Winston high and desperate for more. He's never felt this way, never felt such a rush at just the touch of someone, a stranger at that.

Killian hand was now in his underwear, large hand wrapping around his leaking cock. The man's hand rubbed, jerking at the skin quickly. And Winston really couldn't get any louder.

"What... what are you doing to me, ah... fuck."

Winston whimpered, the feeling getting so much stronger. The contact of Killian's skin and his own was magical, one that left goosebumps on both skin.

"More... ah, give.... give me more."

The hand that was tweaking at his nipples was now squeezing on his ass, roughly pulling apart his cheeks and trailing over his crack.

Winston let out another moan, god, one that sent shivers and tingles down Killian's spine.

It urged him to continue, his hand speeding up on Winston's leaking cock and his other hand slapping at his ass.

"Do ya sell condoms? Lube?"

Winston nodded, his hands now wrapped around Killian's head, afraid to let go.

There was haze over his brain, a strong one at that, because one moment Killian was on him and the other he disappears and comes back with handful of condoms and a bottle of lube.

"How... fuck." He screams out, Killian's fingers were already in him, pushed past his tight walls and nudging roughly at his prostate.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," it was an endless chant, coming out in whimpers and cries that pushed Killian to finger him faster.

The man's hand was back on his cock, and before he knew it, Winston was cumin hard, his head thrown back and his moans louder than ever.

To Killian's pleasure, Winston was still hard, and that only pushed him to tug at the skin even harder.

"Look how wet you are baby, just look at ya,"

Winston has never been so confused and so turned on, there was a desperate urge to feel the man's cock push through his walls, fingers no longer enough.

"How... how? How am I still hard, ah?"

Killian chuckled, his hand pulling out of him, already pulling his own cock out through his shorts. With one hand, he rolled on a condom that just barely fit him, lubing up his cock some more.

Before Winston could even comprehend what was going on, he was suddenly crying out, tears leaking down his cheeks.

Both Killian's hands were now on the counter, tightly hanging onto the material as he fucked Winston to another planet.

Winston's hand were wrapped around the man's shoulders, his eyes rolling as the man's cock slammed onto his prostate over and over again.

The feeling caused shivers and an insane feeling that made Winston question whether this was real or not.

Not even seconds later, Winston was cumin again, cum coming out in white strands while his cock remained hard.

Killian's breathed out close his ear, the dirtiest words brushing against Winston's ear making him shiver so hard that it was a surprise he didn't cum from the man's words alone.

With a another shriek and a harsh slam to his prostate, Winston came the third time, his cock finally softening as Killian came into the condom.

They held each other tightly, Killian's arms wrapping around Winston as they shared the immense heat they felt.

And with a sigh Killian pressed a gentle kiss against Winston's collarbone, whispering softly against it.

"I finally found ya, my soulmate."