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The steady rocking of the train did nothing for Josuke's already rolling stomach. He target was a little farther up the train car, sticking out like a sore thumb in his stark white coat and hat.
"Get on with it." His classmate shoved him playfully and Josuke shoved him back softly, his throat too tight and hot to say anything in return.
This was bound to happen, really. Josuke liked to bet, it was one of the small guilty pleasures he let himself indulge in. And usually his luck was fucking stellar, and he would hardly break a sweat betting the most ludicrous things. But today seemed to be the turning point of his good fortune.
Josuke had gone to the neighboring city that morning in hopes of snagging the new Prince CD. Even though he had gotten up before the sun and had gotten on the earliest train, it had sold out by the time he got to the store. He had seen some classmates shortly after and struck up a conversation, hoping to level out his sour mood. He had made bets with them before over stupid card games in school, and had brought it up. Gambling, after all, was something that he was good at and was a surefire way to at least make back his train fare on this fruitless journey. But bad luck has a way of becoming a running trend once it starts, and sure enough Josuke found himself down. But not for money. No, the other two boys hadn't had enough cash to bet money, so they decided to bet on actions. And Josuke really hit the bad luck jackpot.
Grope someone on the train. But we get to pick who.
And of course the boys, who had been swindled time and time again by Josuke, weren't gonna choose someone cute or meek. They of course chose the scariest mother fucker on the train, who was looking sternly out the window, his head having to duck just the slightest to see.
The train hissed and began slowing down, and Josuke had to rise on the balls of his feet to stop from falling backwards.
"Just do it already, man." His classmate chided, "We always make good on our bets, don't be a sore loser."
Josuke shot the shorter boy a sour frown just as the train came to a complete stop. He definitely wasn't gonna chicken out, that would be uncool.
He forced his shoulders to relax and moved forward just as the doors slid open and more people poured in. With a bit of weaving and maneuvering, Josuke found himself standing behind the man. Jesus, he was even more of a beast up close. He could probably knock Josuke's lights out with a single punch. Something that Josuke thought he would get to experience all too soon.
He looked over to his classmates, but realized he couldn't see them with the influx of people. Shit, it was really starting to get crowded. While that was a good thing (He had honor, sure, but having such a prime opportunity to lie and say he did it and get away with both respect and an intact jaw was too good to pass up), the compartment quickly became very crowded and Josuke found himself nearly pressed against the wall of muscle that he was supposed to grope, which was very bad. Now that he had decided he wasn't gonna do it, he didn't want to touch the guy at all.
Even though in all honesty, his wide back was hot, Josuke was man enough to admit that. The way his waist tapered was nice too. And even though he couldn't completely see it because of the coat, he could still see that his butt was firm and cute.
The passengers rustled around as he heard the doors slide shut. Josuke exhaled slowly, trying to get his fluttering nerves in check.
The train lurched forward and without thinking, Josuke's hand shot out to balance himself, his fingertips pressing against the man's back. He widened his stance to stop from stumbling and pulled his hand back as if he had been burned.
Shit shit shit shit Josuke chanted in his head, his panic rising.
The man didn't do anything about the touch, as if it hadn't even happened. It was common enough, anyways, especially on such a crowded transit. He probably thought nothing of it.
Just how much could I get away with? The intrusive thought made his breath hitch painfully in his chest. Jesus, he couldn't actually do something like this. It would be dirty and perverted and just plain wrong.
But for those very same reasons, it seemed all the more exciting.
No. Stop. He scolded himself. That's way too fucked up. Only low lifes do shit like this.
Josuke let out a shaky breath and looked to either side of himself, almost expecting people to see through his guilty thoughts and to be looking at him with disdain. Everyone's back seemed to be turned to them.
Fuck, it was as if the universe itself were telling him to do it.
Well I mean, just a little wouldn't hurt. Just make it seem like an accident... Josuke felt his guts twist hotly in both shame and excitement. Just a little press, and then I'll stop.
His feet inched a little closer to the man and he held his breath. He was building up the courage to do it just as the train gave a small rock. Riding on the small encouragement, Josuke pressed his chest against the taller man, letting it linger for less than a second before pulling away.
Fuck! fuckfuckfuck I did it!
His heart was pounding hard enough in his ears that he could hardly hear the train over it.
"Sorry." He mumbled, even as he was screaming in his head.
The man turned his head just enough so that Josuke could see his nose and his high cheekbone.
He turned back, and Josuke felt like he was going to explode. His chest tingled and he kept replaying the feeling of it pressed against the man's strong back. Fuck, it had felt so good. His dick wasn't hard, but it was definitely firmer than it should be.
He looked to both sides again, checking to make sure the coast was still clear. Feeling emboldened, his let his body sway loosely with the train, even as he himself felt like a tightly wound spring.
Another large rock of the compartment had him pressed gently against the man again, and this time he dared to bring his hips forward to press against the man's ass.
He pulled away again, immediately regretting his action. Shit, that was way too obvious. He had practically rolled his hips into the guy.
He covertly reached down to press a hand to his groin. His dick could definitely be felt through his school slacks. Fuck, had the man been able to feel it through his coat?
He felt his heart sink when the man turned his head slightly to the side, showing the same profile he had seen last time. This was it, he was going to say something about there being a pervert on the bus, or he was going to turn and deck him a good one. That would be the end of little Josuke Higashikata.
The man splayed a large hand on the window in front of himself and widened his stance, as if bracing himself. That in itself wasn't anything to freak out about, but then his back arched forward, just the slightest. What the fuck. Josuke's screaming picked up anew in his head. Was this an invitation? His ass, even if just subtly, was definitely more on display now.
Jesus fucking hell, this couldn't actually be happening. Josuke's palms were slick with cold sweat and his breathing was ragged.
He had to be the world's most pathetic train groper, getting nervous when his victim actually wanted it.
But does he really want it? Josuke bit his lip and looked around yet again. It was possible that he himself just wanted the older guy to want it.
There's only one way to know. So go for it.
Josuke let out a low breath and scooted just a little closer, to the point that the tips of his shoes almost nearly touched the back of the man's own shoes. His hand was trembling as he slowly raised it, so slowly that he imagined he could feel his elbow joint creak.
The train rocked him forward again, and his fingertips brushed the man's coat.
Fuck it. Josuke rode the rush of adrenaline the small touch lit inside him and he pressed his hand firmly on the man's hip.
The man turned his head enough so Josuke could see more of his face. His eyes fixed instantly to his lips, smooth and plump. God, those were good lips.
With resignation, he let his gaze rise to meet the man's stare. He could only see one of his eyes, sea-blue, framed with thick dark lashes. His gaze was cool, making Josuke feel both judged and scorned.
Josuke felt like he should apologize, or at the very least take his hand off the man, but he felt completely frozen.
Fuck, here it comes. Josuke wondered if it would hurt more if he had his jaw clenched or unclenched.
He felt a warm calloused palm against the top of his hand. Josuke looked down to see the man's large had over his own. He looked up in alarm, just in time to see the man blink slowly before turning back to the window.
The hand over his own wrapped around his fingers and pulled him closer. Josuke stumbled awkwardly into the man's back with a sharp inhale that made his head swim with the man's musky scent. His arm was yanked around the man so they were in a sort of awkward back embrace.
Josuke didn't understand what was happening in the slightest. His heart felt like it was in his throat, and his jacket suddenly felt like it was suffocating him.
His palm was placed on the man's stomach before the hand pulled away, taking its place back on the window. It was an incredibly clear invitation.
Josuke murmured a quiet "fuck" under his breath and let his sweaty palm feel up the guy's abdomen. Jesus, he was fucking ripped. His hand trembled as he felt over the hard sections of muscle under the man's thin shirt before he let one of his fingertips dip into the clothed bellybutton.
The man's back vibrated lightly at the small intrusion, making Josuke's cock twitch and ache. He wished he could have heard the noise, but there was nothing to be done about the underlying clacking of the train.
Nervously, Josuke let his hips roll into the man's ass, as subtly as he could. The abdominal muscles under his fingers clenched before easing loose again. Josuke opened his mouth against the man's broad back and let out a moan, hoping it was low enough to be covered as he began slowly rutting against him.
His cheeks were burning like they had never before and he had his eyes shut tightly. Anyone could turn their heads and see exactly what was going on and that threat made nervous stomach bile rise in his throat and precum dump into his boxers.
He couldn't believe he was actually doing this. He couldn't believe he was being allowed to do this.
With a hand shaking from adrenaline and nerves, he slid past the man's shirt, past his belt, and went straight to the man's groin. He wasn't as hard as Josuke, but the thing in Josuke's grasp was definitely tight and firm. Fuck, this guy was huge everywhere. He squeezed it gently a few times, feeling the slight give of the skin. He had never touched anyone's dick except his own which was exciting already, but the situation made him feel nearly insane.
He locked his elbow and began moving his wrist, hoping the movement was covert enough so that if someone saw, they wouldn't think anything of it. Well, it would be hard to not know what this was.
Josuke jacked the man off through his pants quickly, his forearm burning with the speed of the motion. He began humping him again, rising on the balls of his feet to grind his cock as hard as he could stand into the guy's firm ass.
His orgasm was fast approaching, his stomach tight and hot as he felt his balls draw up closer to his body. He bit into the man's coat and jerked his hips up with enough force to make his cock hurt, but he was too far gone to even notice it.
The man stumbled a bit forward before regaining his stance, allowing Josuke to use him.
He hadn’t noticed that his wrist had come to a stop as he focused on reaching his peak until he felt the man’s warm hand on his again. He tightened his fingers around the length as the man moved their hands together over his cock.
Fuck, what a fucking pervert, Josuke thought deliriously, not realizing the irony of his heated thought. Dirty, filthy, letting himself be used like a slut.
Josuke’s hips rubbed madly into the man until it finally hit, hard and long, his throat letting out a hoarse whine against the white coat. His briefs filled with sticky wetness as his cock jerked uselessly against the cloth. He slumped against the man as his hand was forced to continue moving. The situation didn’t allow for an afterglow. As soon as the last bits of pleasure shivered through his limbs the nausea he had been fighting since this whole ordeal started finally hit him full force, making him feel sick and dizzy and downright despicable.
He opened his eyes and raised his head from the man to look around. Still, everyone was turned away. It didn’t make him feel any less ashamed.
He felt the thing under his palm jerk and the man’s back vibrated again as he put his hand back on the window, opting to ride out the high of his orgasm by rolling his hips into Josuke’s hand. Even with Josuke’s feelings of dirty guilt sitting heavily in his stomach, he couldn’t help but feel a few stray sparks of excitement.
When the man’s hips stilled Josuke pulled his hand and body away, left feeling both his sweat and cum cooling disgustingly on his skin. The man straightened up and continued looking out the window, as if nothing had happened.
When the train came to stop at the Morioh station, the man got off. Josuke stood to the side of the train and watched the tall man disappear into the crowd of people. He hadn’t even spared a glance back, something that for whatever reason really irked him.
His classmates found him soon enough, and asked him if he went through with it. Josuke said that he hadn’t. The boys were bitter about it and said he wasn’t good to his word, but Josuke ignored them and went on his way.
He hoped he wouldn’t run into the man again.
At least that’s what he was telling himself as he walked home, even if his cock was half hard thinking of a scenario where that wasn’t the case.