Coming Undone (oneshot, Subaru/Yasu)
Subaru has never been a very ambitious person. He’s easy to be satisfied, because he simply knows how to enjoy life, taking the best he can even from the smallest, crappiest things. So he’s okay with his almost non-existent love life which consist of sporadic hook-ups with some random girls in club, with his small apartment which he can cross in three long steps, and even with his job that pays less than little and is not exciting at all.
Of course, it’s not like he has no needs and is content with whatever his life brings him. It’s obvious he’d love to have a regular, hot girlfriend (or boyfriend, he’s not picky after all), bigger apartment in better area, and more interesting job that would be closer to his place. Because, really, what is the biggest pain in the ass is having to travel with train over an hour, two times every damn day, putting up with these insane crowds of people, all of them wanting nothing more than to reach their destination as fast as possible.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if Subaru had been a normal person - but apparently he’s not, always getting in when the train is full of people, not allowing him to properly take a nice place, each and every time ending next to some horribly stinky or weird person. Yesterday it was an old man, making irritating noises right next to Subaru’s ear, while the day before it’d been an old lady, rambling about her cats all the time. And really, even though Subaru has nothing against cats, he’s not that eager to hear ridiculous stories of strangers after long and tiring day in work.
Leaving the work today and looking at the train driving up on the platform, he can already feel miserable, preparing himself for the worst. What will it be today? Small kid crying and screaming? Smelly homeless? Comeback of the cat-lady? Surprisingly, after making his way through one of the doors, he’s not being attacked by kids, old ladies, homeless people, or anything like that. Quite the contrary - the first thing that catches his interest is a blonde head, barely two, maybe three meters away, a little above the average height of surrounding him girls and middle-aged businessmen. Subaru desperately tries to move just a little bit, enough to see something more than the back of his head; but of course he fails miserably, which makes him only more determined. After a few failed attempts and indignant voices of people around him, it’s that guy who turns back and looks around, while allowing a few people move closer towards the door. Thankfully, he stays in that position, not really facing Subaru, or paying any attention to him, but allowing him to observe his profile, which was, well, Subaru would say it’s perfect. His eyes are dark, nose just the right size, lips narrow but somewhat hypnotizing, and chin well-defined. His features are very manly, but the manliness is contrasted with his light, bleached hair, that falls freely around his face, making him look quite innocent and soft. Subaru knows he must look creepy, staring at him like that, but there nobody notices it. In trains, especially during afternoon routes, everyone just think about what they’ll be doing after coming back to home, how will they relax, and what will they eat for the late dinner. So it’s to no surprise how easy it is to move forwards when the door slide open at the next station, Subaru taking the chance of a few moments when there are less people, creeping behind the blonde guy and staying on that place no matter how many people try to make him move further. No way, it’s too entertaining to just let it slip like that.
It’s a weird idea, it really is, but when Subaru’s so bored, he easily gets desperate, ready to do even the most stupid things to absorb himself. And so he doesn’t think about how immoral it is when he lets his hand wander between the bodies, one incredibly close to the other, but interested only in the one that’s right in front of him. It makes him excited, the rough material of jeans grazing over his sensitive fingertips, and he doesn’t hesitate while sliding the hand up and down, and then to the right and left, carefully exploring delicious curves of the blonde man’s butt.
Subaru can feel him tensing and his breath stopping for a few seconds when he dares to squeeze a bit, just a little experiment to see if he’s the type to make a fuss about someone groping him in a public place, or the one who keeps silent no matter what, too embarrassed to actually do anything (or face his tormenter, for that matter). It turns out it’s the first option in the end, for which Subaru is rather thankful, because he wouldn’t want to end up on a police station, instead of in his own home. And it’s a nice thing too, it’d be a pity to be interrupted, wouldn’t it? This guy is hot, with that face of his, with his hair, with kindness in his eyes, and with a small butt, tightly wrapped up in a jeans Subaru doesn’t know the color of, because the crowd around prevents him from peeking down. If he could, he’d do many things to him, many about which the guy hasn’t even ever dreamt of; but train is not an option, and he has to satisfy himself with just a little groping.
By the third station, his “just a little groping” becomes boring, and as the guy surprisingly relaxed into these small touches, Subaru quickly decides to move further - because, why not? If the victim doesn’t oppose, and he’s still unsatisfied, then why wouldn’t he try something different?
It takes just a few millimeters for Subaru to be touching the stranger with his all body, so tightly pressed he’s sure he feels both his hotness and forming erection. His hand, up to now stroking the guy’s buttocks and legs, moves on the front now, and it slips under the t-shirt in absurdly pink colour (which somehow matches with his person). Something stirs in Subaru when his fingers are slowly tracing undefined patterns on the guy’s stomach, the muscles moving and twitching, responding (involuntarily or voluntarily?) to Subaru’s doings; he can feel well that he’s really what he seems to be - a man that takes a good care about himself, but to an extent when he still remains manly.
It’s revolting. That situation he hadn’t thought would turn out like this; every next thing Subaru does, doesn’t disturb him - or at least not so much to make him do anything about it - and it seems to turn on more not only Subaru, but that guy too, considering every harder touch, every new thing, makes him shiver and lean his back on Subaru. He feels like gripping his arms and turning him around, letting him see his face, wanting to see how the emotions show on his face, how he looks like when he tries to hide his arousal. And it’s stupid, because wanting your victim to see you is almost as wrong as starting groping strangers in train in the first place - but, oh well, at least this way Subaru knows he’s not a psychopath. He just likes kinky sex with a happy ending.
When the guy grabs his hand, which for a moment landed still on his belt, Subaru is more than shocked. He wants to draw back, to take an u-turn and run away (which would be kind of impossible); but then there comes another surprise - when the man starts touching his hand gently and slowly, like he wants to explore it, to find out who he is on the basis of his hand. And it isn’t that stupid, really, because even though when you first think about it - hand is nothing much, the second thought brings you many more ideas. You can have soft skin or rough, nails decorated with a polish or not, they can be long or shortened, there might be some accessories, or they can be plain and kept without many extravagances. Subaru thinks he must seem as a very boring person to him right now - his skin is still quite young and therefore soft, but his fingertips are rough because of a guitar’s strings (and he can feel his are too - could it be…?), and his nails are very typical, and there are also no accessories, only a single red strap on his wrist. But the guy, somehow, must be content with that hand, because he slips it back under his shirt, guiding it through his stomach, over his bellybutton piercing (which Subaru is dying to actually see, he’s a sucker for piercings in men’s bodies), in the end letting the fingers dip behind the jeans’ material.
Subaru doesn’t react at first, wondering what the hell is he thinking about, and how it is even possible that slowly it’s him who starts to feel like a victim there. Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way round? But, damn, it’s so arousing that there is no way for him to decline such a silent offer; Subaru leans his forehead on the guy’s back, not trusting the look on his face in the moment when he lets his hand slip lower, soon disappearing in the material of pants and underwear, seeking for something he doesn’t even have to search for, because it finds him in the moment he realizes he’s really doing it. He’s giving a damn handjob in the train to a complete stranger. Hot stranger.
It’s actually quite fun. Arousing, of course, but fun too. Observing how every time he squeezes his cock, or brushes his thumb over the head, he coughs, obviously trying to cover up for the moans forming on his lips. How there are times he moves his head, wanting to see who’s it that gives him so much pleasure. How he touches his hand, a little above the wrist, and he tightens his hold once in a while, trying to stop Subaru, but at the same time encouraging to go on, move faster, give him more. And Subaru does, as if something depends on how good he will make it - because maybe, just maybe, if it’ll be good enough, it won’t end as a very strange one-train-ride-stand?
When the guy comes, his nails digging into Subaru’s skin in a deliciously painful way, it’s just in time for Subaru to wipe his hand in the inside of the man’s underwear before the train arrives on his station, the door sliding open. He’s a bit disappointed it has to end this way, but he knows some things are just meant to be, while some are not. When he steps on the platform, surrounded by crowd of grey people, Subaru is perfectly aware he has to just get over this and live his life.
After a few short moments, Subaru decides that looking at the leaving train will be idiotic and pathetic, and he makes his way towards the exit from the station, when someone grabs his arm, stopping him rather violently. He turns back, ready to scowl the person, but in the moment he recognizes the blonde hair, falling freely around the manly face, he’s not that sure of his intentions anymore. To be more exact, he’s not sure of anything. Especially when the guy smiles with such a charming smile, like he didn’t just receive from him a handjob in the crowded train.
“Don’t wanna get a payback?” he asks, and Subaru’s more than sure there is only one right answer for that question.
Of course, it’s not like he has no needs and is content with whatever his life brings him. It’s obvious he’d love to have a regular, hot girlfriend (or boyfriend, he’s not picky after all), bigger apartment in better area, and more interesting job that would be closer to his place. Because, really, what is the biggest pain in the ass is having to travel with train over an hour, two times every damn day, putting up with these insane crowds of people, all of them wanting nothing more than to reach their destination as fast as possible.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if Subaru had been a normal person - but apparently he’s not, always getting in when the train is full of people, not allowing him to properly take a nice place, each and every time ending next to some horribly stinky or weird person. Yesterday it was an old man, making irritating noises right next to Subaru’s ear, while the day before it’d been an old lady, rambling about her cats all the time. And really, even though Subaru has nothing against cats, he’s not that eager to hear ridiculous stories of strangers after long and tiring day in work.
Leaving the work today and looking at the train driving up on the platform, he can already feel miserable, preparing himself for the worst. What will it be today? Small kid crying and screaming? Smelly homeless? Comeback of the cat-lady? Surprisingly, after making his way through one of the doors, he’s not being attacked by kids, old ladies, homeless people, or anything like that. Quite the contrary - the first thing that catches his interest is a blonde head, barely two, maybe three meters away, a little above the average height of surrounding him girls and middle-aged businessmen. Subaru desperately tries to move just a little bit, enough to see something more than the back of his head; but of course he fails miserably, which makes him only more determined. After a few failed attempts and indignant voices of people around him, it’s that guy who turns back and looks around, while allowing a few people move closer towards the door. Thankfully, he stays in that position, not really facing Subaru, or paying any attention to him, but allowing him to observe his profile, which was, well, Subaru would say it’s perfect. His eyes are dark, nose just the right size, lips narrow but somewhat hypnotizing, and chin well-defined. His features are very manly, but the manliness is contrasted with his light, bleached hair, that falls freely around his face, making him look quite innocent and soft. Subaru knows he must look creepy, staring at him like that, but there nobody notices it. In trains, especially during afternoon routes, everyone just think about what they’ll be doing after coming back to home, how will they relax, and what will they eat for the late dinner. So it’s to no surprise how easy it is to move forwards when the door slide open at the next station, Subaru taking the chance of a few moments when there are less people, creeping behind the blonde guy and staying on that place no matter how many people try to make him move further. No way, it’s too entertaining to just let it slip like that.
It’s a weird idea, it really is, but when Subaru’s so bored, he easily gets desperate, ready to do even the most stupid things to absorb himself. And so he doesn’t think about how immoral it is when he lets his hand wander between the bodies, one incredibly close to the other, but interested only in the one that’s right in front of him. It makes him excited, the rough material of jeans grazing over his sensitive fingertips, and he doesn’t hesitate while sliding the hand up and down, and then to the right and left, carefully exploring delicious curves of the blonde man’s butt.
Subaru can feel him tensing and his breath stopping for a few seconds when he dares to squeeze a bit, just a little experiment to see if he’s the type to make a fuss about someone groping him in a public place, or the one who keeps silent no matter what, too embarrassed to actually do anything (or face his tormenter, for that matter). It turns out it’s the first option in the end, for which Subaru is rather thankful, because he wouldn’t want to end up on a police station, instead of in his own home. And it’s a nice thing too, it’d be a pity to be interrupted, wouldn’t it? This guy is hot, with that face of his, with his hair, with kindness in his eyes, and with a small butt, tightly wrapped up in a jeans Subaru doesn’t know the color of, because the crowd around prevents him from peeking down. If he could, he’d do many things to him, many about which the guy hasn’t even ever dreamt of; but train is not an option, and he has to satisfy himself with just a little groping.
By the third station, his “just a little groping” becomes boring, and as the guy surprisingly relaxed into these small touches, Subaru quickly decides to move further - because, why not? If the victim doesn’t oppose, and he’s still unsatisfied, then why wouldn’t he try something different?
It takes just a few millimeters for Subaru to be touching the stranger with his all body, so tightly pressed he’s sure he feels both his hotness and forming erection. His hand, up to now stroking the guy’s buttocks and legs, moves on the front now, and it slips under the t-shirt in absurdly pink colour (which somehow matches with his person). Something stirs in Subaru when his fingers are slowly tracing undefined patterns on the guy’s stomach, the muscles moving and twitching, responding (involuntarily or voluntarily?) to Subaru’s doings; he can feel well that he’s really what he seems to be - a man that takes a good care about himself, but to an extent when he still remains manly.
It’s revolting. That situation he hadn’t thought would turn out like this; every next thing Subaru does, doesn’t disturb him - or at least not so much to make him do anything about it - and it seems to turn on more not only Subaru, but that guy too, considering every harder touch, every new thing, makes him shiver and lean his back on Subaru. He feels like gripping his arms and turning him around, letting him see his face, wanting to see how the emotions show on his face, how he looks like when he tries to hide his arousal. And it’s stupid, because wanting your victim to see you is almost as wrong as starting groping strangers in train in the first place - but, oh well, at least this way Subaru knows he’s not a psychopath. He just likes kinky sex with a happy ending.
When the guy grabs his hand, which for a moment landed still on his belt, Subaru is more than shocked. He wants to draw back, to take an u-turn and run away (which would be kind of impossible); but then there comes another surprise - when the man starts touching his hand gently and slowly, like he wants to explore it, to find out who he is on the basis of his hand. And it isn’t that stupid, really, because even though when you first think about it - hand is nothing much, the second thought brings you many more ideas. You can have soft skin or rough, nails decorated with a polish or not, they can be long or shortened, there might be some accessories, or they can be plain and kept without many extravagances. Subaru thinks he must seem as a very boring person to him right now - his skin is still quite young and therefore soft, but his fingertips are rough because of a guitar’s strings (and he can feel his are too - could it be…?), and his nails are very typical, and there are also no accessories, only a single red strap on his wrist. But the guy, somehow, must be content with that hand, because he slips it back under his shirt, guiding it through his stomach, over his bellybutton piercing (which Subaru is dying to actually see, he’s a sucker for piercings in men’s bodies), in the end letting the fingers dip behind the jeans’ material.
Subaru doesn’t react at first, wondering what the hell is he thinking about, and how it is even possible that slowly it’s him who starts to feel like a victim there. Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way round? But, damn, it’s so arousing that there is no way for him to decline such a silent offer; Subaru leans his forehead on the guy’s back, not trusting the look on his face in the moment when he lets his hand slip lower, soon disappearing in the material of pants and underwear, seeking for something he doesn’t even have to search for, because it finds him in the moment he realizes he’s really doing it. He’s giving a damn handjob in the train to a complete stranger. Hot stranger.
It’s actually quite fun. Arousing, of course, but fun too. Observing how every time he squeezes his cock, or brushes his thumb over the head, he coughs, obviously trying to cover up for the moans forming on his lips. How there are times he moves his head, wanting to see who’s it that gives him so much pleasure. How he touches his hand, a little above the wrist, and he tightens his hold once in a while, trying to stop Subaru, but at the same time encouraging to go on, move faster, give him more. And Subaru does, as if something depends on how good he will make it - because maybe, just maybe, if it’ll be good enough, it won’t end as a very strange one-train-ride-stand?
When the guy comes, his nails digging into Subaru’s skin in a deliciously painful way, it’s just in time for Subaru to wipe his hand in the inside of the man’s underwear before the train arrives on his station, the door sliding open. He’s a bit disappointed it has to end this way, but he knows some things are just meant to be, while some are not. When he steps on the platform, surrounded by crowd of grey people, Subaru is perfectly aware he has to just get over this and live his life.
After a few short moments, Subaru decides that looking at the leaving train will be idiotic and pathetic, and he makes his way towards the exit from the station, when someone grabs his arm, stopping him rather violently. He turns back, ready to scowl the person, but in the moment he recognizes the blonde hair, falling freely around the manly face, he’s not that sure of his intentions anymore. To be more exact, he’s not sure of anything. Especially when the guy smiles with such a charming smile, like he didn’t just receive from him a handjob in the crowded train.
“Don’t wanna get a payback?” he asks, and Subaru’s more than sure there is only one right answer for that question.