"This is nuts," you told yourself, staring at the tense Japanese man on the subway. "I shouldn't... He's probably married anyway... Oh, look how's pressed up against that window~... No, bad (m/name)..." You thought, while you contemplated on approaching the man.

You were just a normal gay college student in desperate need of a night out. You'd been planning to go get a drink at the usual bar and take someone home with you, but when you saw this guy get in on the point where you had originally planned to get out you stayed glued to the metallic pole you'd been holding.

His hair was smooth and jet black. It reflected the yellowish lights of the subway. His breath was clouding up the window before him, but he just stared dazedly ahead.

His face was a little red and he fidgeted uncomfortably. Who wouldn't if they were pressed up against a train wall with no personal space whatsoever?

He wore a white dress-shirt and had a navy blue tie that was still tied perfectly tied around his neck. It was six in the evening, wasn't he coming home from work?

So you had a slight fetish for guys in suits. Not every gay guy liked piercings, dyed hair, skinny jeans, and tank-tops. He looked like he was in his early twenties and... The train stopped. A number of office workers streamed out of the train and a few college students streamed in. None you knew, but just to be sure you pulled your hood up and zipped your jacket up. The lack of passengers allowed you to take a place directly behind the man. His black dress-pants framed a fine ass and you were just dying to touch it, but you didn't. People would notice if you did now. The next stop couldn't come fast enough. Ten minutes later the college students walked away laughing and another wave of people flooded in. Most of them going home, most likely. You were pressed up against the man before you who once again was forced into the window. He must have felt your pelvis rubbing against his behind when someone rudely shoved you into him to get past, because he turned red up till his ears, so much you could see it.

"Excuse me," he said. He even sounded cute. He was probably mad about the gun in your pants, but he sounded so flustered it just turned you on more.

"Yes?" You replied quietly. Your voice sounded so much so much calmer, so much more seme than you actually felt at that point that you were at least as surprised as he must have been.

"W-what is that?" He asked nervously, apparently catching on. He tried to turn around, but couldn't turn far enough to see you. Could he have recognized your tone of voice? Was he gay? Or not? Was he gonna call the cops, or yell? Maybe he just got nervous because some stranger was grinding his erection against his behind. You decided to take it just a bit further, enough to get the message across, but not enough to land in jail if he turned out straight.

"You mean... This?" You whispered huskily, grinding up against his butt once more.

"N-never mind... I get it..." He whispered back. His cheeks flushed even more and he turned back to the window.

"What? You're not gonna do anything? I don't think you do get it. Or do you just like it? You pervert," you chuckled. Your hands moved to his slim hips and ran up and down his sides.

"What am I going to do to you mister pervert? What do you think?" You breathed.

"y-you w-want to do it, right?" he said shyly. You rewarded him with a soft kiss against the back of his neck. You would probably never be able to face yourself straight in the mirror after this, but if you got into this guy's pants that would totally be worth it.

You let your hands snake around his waist and undo the buckle on his belt. Still no resistance. You undid the button and undid his fly. Nothing. You slid your hand into his pants, palming him through his underwear and that's when he spoke up. "p-please w-wait. I-I have... somewhere to be... d-don't get me dirty, please?" he asked.

"sure thing," you said, continuing. You felt him grow harder under your touch and he mewled softly.

"where are you going anyway, mr. pervert? It's to late for work. Oh~ do you have a date? Are you letting me do you right before you're going to meet your lover? How naughty, mr. pervert," you purred into his ear.

"d-don't call me that! You have no right to say that while you're the one touching me!" He huffed.

"oh, does it make you angry that I'm doing this? I didn't hear you complain so far, you want to don't you? You just want me to do you right here," you said. Okay, maybe you crossed the line there. This wasn't like you and if someone had told you you'd be molesting a guy on the train, this morning you'd have laughed at them straight in their face.

"I-I... don't dislike it... but please stop mocking me..." he admitted sadly. He seemed a bit hurt.

"sorry," you muttered. You mentally face-palmed at your break of character. He tried to look back at you again, but you grabbed his chin and made him look ahead.

"no looking. I don't want to know your name either, and I'm not telling mine," you said, figuring he'd quite possibly sue you if he did know.

Your hands found their way back to his hardened crotch, slipping into his underwear to stroke him. He slapped a hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet. I figured he'd bite his lip till it was bleeding under that hand so I grabbed that pretty navy-blue tie and had him bite down on that instead.

He wasn't small by any standards, nor was he really big. His length fitted into your hands perfectly and your arms wrapped around his figure nicely too. Okay, maybe you were making things a bit more rose-colored than they actually were now. You and the workers who had their backs towards you were all that kept the other passengers from calling the cops on you and he seemed to have a hard time holding back his voice.

He eagerly bucked into your hands and you assumed this guy hadn't gotten laid or taken care of himself in a while. His noises were so cute and you wanted to hear more, but if you did any more than this people would notice.

He was close, you could feel it, you could hear it. You slowed down a bit to tease him, slipping one hand further down to grab onto his balls. He bucked his hips forward again. He rested back against your chest and softly moaned.

"d-don't s-stop~" he whimpered quietly. You sped up your movements, stroking him fast and rough. His precum made his whole length all slick, only allowing you to move faster.

You gripped the tip of his hard-on, squeezing him tightly while stroking him with you other. He came all over your hands and you made sure not to stain his clothes. You got a handkerchief from your pocket while your other hand kept his juices from spilling. You cleaned him up and wiped any excess cum off your hands, licking the rest clean. You kind of wished he was watching you lick your fingers, but the "pop" sound from your finger being removed from your mouth was apparently recognized.

"d-did you lick that? It's dirty!" he hissed back at you.

"what, do you have std now?" you asked cockily.

"no! I'm perfectly healthy! But y-you just shouldn't," he said.

"but you taste so nice~" you cooed in his ear. It wasn't a lie, even though you could think of many better tasting things. You had tasted cum before in your life, but it always had this tangy-salty-bitterish taste to it. This guy was still tangy and bitter, but it had a kind of sweet mixed in, making it a lot more bearable.

you tucked him back into his pants and let him take care of the rest. Your stop was coming next anyway. From there you could catch the first train back to your previous destination after taking care of your own problem in the restroom. You stepped away from him, but his hand shot back to grab yours the moment he didn't feel your body pressed up against his.

"w-wait!" he whispered. Thankfully he didn't turn around yet, but if he was gonna get pissed now you'd have a problem.

"what is it?" you asked, stepping closer.

"don't leave yet!" he said, not grasping how wrong that sentence was until it had gotten past his lips. You looked at his reflection in the glass window. His face was bright red and he looked very embarrassed with his pants still undone, until his reflection was wiped away entirely and you could see the station. He quickly fixed his pants now before the train went slow enough for people to notice.

"I actually wanted to get off the train here~, but if you want more-" he didn't give you a chance to finish and pulled you with him off the train.

"I-I was supposed to get off here too. I... I'm sorry, but I have a meeting to attend to," he said hastily, checking himself for anything that could give away what you had been up to.

"aww~ alright then. Also, I don't think it's very appropriate to apologize after getting molested on the subway, don't you? Anyway, have a nice evening, mr, pervert," you said.

"I meant I was sorry for not being able to help you, but I have to hurry now, goodbye," he quickly ran off and you chuckled.

Once he had disappeared from you sight you pulled your hood down over your eyes and sighed. "what the hell have I done~? I didn't even get his fruking name!"

you walked over to the mens room, replaying every second of your encounter, you hardly had to touch yourself by the time you had locked yourself in a stall. You cleaned yourself up and stuffed your hoody in your backpack, revealing your neat (f/c) shirt underneath and got the first train back to your missed station.

You strolled into the bar you usually went to. It wasn't really a gay bar, but it was well known for attracting homosexuals. you didn't really care. It was a nice place to hang out and the bartender Scott's heavy scottish accent could brighten up just about any bad day.

"evenin', lad," the red-head greeted you. "the usual?" he asked, not even awaiting your reply before getting out your favorite drink. "why're ye here?"

"can't I drop in and have a drink with my best friend?" you said, pretending to be offended.

"s'pose ye could, ye just neve do," the Scotsman replied, chuckling while he set the drink down in front of you.

"I was just getting kinda stressed out, with school and everything, but then... yeah, let's not tell you that," you decided. You weren't going to tell him, even if he was your best friend, not until you were alone and he'd had a couple of drinks himself.

"wha' could be so bad ye can't even tell me? Ah won't tell no'one," he offered.

"I~ saw this guy on the subway while I was headed here..." you started.

"was eh cute?" he asked.

"very," you stated before continuing. "so there was this flood-wave of people coming in and I ended up pressing him into a wall with nowhere to go," you said, turning slightly red. You left out the part about you going to stand behind him purposely, for the sake of the man before you not kicking you out to never come back again.

"oh~ keep talkin', lad," the bartender encouraged.

"let's just say my "friend" very much appreciated the contact... as for him... not so much..." you said awkwardly.

"So ye had ah very awkward ride, did ye?" Scott snickered.

"not at all it was rather pleasant," you said, suddenly fascinated with your drink.

"wha'dya mean? If tha guy got piss'd at ye, how can 't be... ye didn't!" he said astonished.

"at first he was like, "what is that?", and when he caught on his face turned red and he just kept looking ahead and he sorta let me... y'know," you muttered, regretting ever starting that conversation.

"so ye... in bloody public?!" Scott asked, his eyes widening.

"I only touched him a little and then we made it to the next stop, so I figured I'd leave, before I'd do anything for which the guy could really sue me, but he was like "hold on, don't go," the guy actually liked it," you said, turning furiously red, gulping down the rest of your drink.

"so ye kept goin'?" Scott asked, a faint blush spreading over his own cheeks as he refilled your glass.

"no, he was running late for a meeting or something," you admitted awkwardly. "he doesn't know my name and he didn't see my face, it was part of the... game... sorta, so we couldn't," you explained. Scott put the bottle away and bend over the bar to whisper in you ear.

"was it good?" he asked.

"amazing, I wanna see him again, but, for obvious reasons, I can't," you sighed, sipping at your second glass.

"did ye know 'is name?" Scott asked, while you killed your second drink in one go.

"nae," you said, mimicking the Scotsman's accent for a moment. Maybe you had wolfed down that first one a bit too quickly. Scott didn't reply. Instead he muttered some incomprehensible curses at some costumers who were entering his bar.

"you know those guys?" you asked, not really recognizing them.

"aye, they ain't bad, but if they'r' here me brother can't be far be'ind," the redhead huffed. Scott had often complained about his brother, but all siblings hated each other, so you didn't think much of it. You glanced at the entryway to see if you could spot his brother, but who you saw made your jaw drop. You instantly turned around and put your third drink to your lips, blushing bright red. The guy you had 'molested' only 30 minutes ago was entering the bar with a couple of men, and he was going straight for the bar!

"wha' is it?" Scott asked you.

"that's the guy from the train!" you whispered. He took a stool only a few seats away from you and Scott's eyes went wide. A smirk spread across his face and he doubled over across the bar, howling in laughter.

"Lad, Ye never make me job old!" he choked out.

"is everything alright?" the subway-dude asked.

"yeah, he's just being a jerk," you said grumpily, trying not to let him know it was you.

"might we know what's so bloody hilarious?" a blonde guy with the same huge eyebrows as Scott asked, taking the stool beside subway-dude. You had to hold in a growl. Subway-dude wasn't even your boyfriend and he wasn't allowed to know it was you!

"none of yer bloody business!" Scott snapped back, turning around to pour some drinks before the man could reply.

"(m/name), this is my brother, Arthur, and his friend, Kiku," Scott introduced you. Kiku? It was cute, it suited him well.

"here so early?" Scott asked.

"there was a fire in the conference-building, if you can believe it," Arthur answered. "they told us to get out, so we figured we might as well go have a drink,"

"fine by me, but if ye're gonna be havin' a drink here Artie, I'd like yer car-keys now," Scott said, holding out his hand. More curses which you couldn't hear from where you sat as Arthur handed over his car-keys.

You looked at kiku, who smiled politely when Scott handed him his drink and you tried to hide your bleeding nose. FRUK, he was so adorable!

You thought your options through for a brief moment. You could go up and talk to him with the inevitable result of being found out and possibly arrested. You could sit there a few seats away from him and torture yourself with the fact that he was so close, and yet so far out of your reach, or you could just go home and forever regret passing out on your answered prayer, but maintain any remaining dignity.

You chose the last option and left the money on the bar, along with a note that read "shut up, tonight never happened," while Scott served the other costumers.

You tried to leave, walking past Arthur and Kiku, but you ended up tripping over Arthur's briefcase. You quickly put everything back in and awkwardly stood straight, to hand the case back, just to find yourself facing him and Kiku.

"sorry," you muttered sheepishly. Your eyes went wide, as did Kiku's. You broke character and now it was coming back to bite your ass. You knew this was a bad plan!

"u-uhm, Arthur-san? I'm not feeling well, so I'll be heading back first," he said, getting off the stool and following you.

You walked out of the bar together and he still stuck close to you after that.
"so, (m/name)-kun?" he said.

"yes?" you answered rubbing the back of your neck.

"you seemed a lot more confident on the subway," he chuckled.

"yeah, I know, I'm sorry, I got pressed against you like that and it just happened," you said, expecting hell to rain down upon you. "I would normally never have done anything like that, but... you're really cute and I couldn't help it,"

"i-it's alright, I... guess we're the same," Kiku admitted.

"that's true, but~ now that we're like this..."

"yes, (m/name)-kun?"

"my place or your place? If you want to come home with me we'll have to ride the train again," you said with a smirk.

"both, I'll go to my place, you'll go to yours," he said with a small smile of his own. You made a dramatic stabbing motion at your own chest and leaned against a brick building as if you had died, making the japanese man chuckle. "but please call me soon," he added, giving you a small business-card.

You instantly revived and looked at the card, smiling happily. You quickly kissed Kiku on his cheek, making him blush madly.

"what, you're afraid of getting kissed in public now?" you said, grinning smugly.

"I am with my colleagues nearby, I have to go now," he said, running off.

To think you'd get the man of my dreams by molesting him on the train. Oh well, he was cute as hell so who cares? And you looked forward to figuring out what other kinks he's got.