Fic: Handyman
Title: Handyman
Pairing: Ryo/Shige (sort of)
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Ryo is a train groper. Shige the businessman is having none of that.
Notes: Written for the JE AU Comment Ficathon of Doom for this prompt.
And if you like this fic, read the remix here. :D
Shige stands against the wall of the train carriage and tries not to think about how unhygienic it is to lean on public transport. It wouldn't be so bad if it was his back but instead he finds himself breathing against the partition without the space to turn around or even to lift his hands and brace his body a decent distance from the plastic 'glass'. He focuses, instead, on all the work he's trying to forget as the carriage fills to squishing point and moves on again.
Three stops later Shige becomes aware of something pressing against the back of his upper thigh. At first he assumes that it's just another inevitable problem with so many people crushed into such a small space. That is until he realises that it's actually a hand; warm palm moving back and forth, not quite in time with the sway of the tracks. The pressure of fingertips slowly starts to dig in and massage the soft flesh of Shige's thigh in a manner that is impossible to misunderstand.
For a moment he freezes too unsure what to do. Men aren't generally the target of gropers, and if they are they don't talk about it because Shige's never heard of it before. Then for another moment he contemplates just letting it go. After all, it's been a long damn time since anyone has touched him like this and it's not as though the hand in question isn't skilled at what it's doing. But then Shige remembers that the hand is attached to some grotty hentai and he can't just stand there and take it anymore.
With a sudden disregard to the comfort of his fellow commuters, Shige uses his shoulders and elbows and manages to manoeuvre himself to face the other direction, putting his back to the wall and removing his backside from the hentai's reach. Which would have worked if the hand was at all shy or embarrassed by what it was doing, but apparently that didn't apply. When Shige had turned, the hand had stayed exactly where it was as Shige's hip, thigh and crotch slid under his palm until Shige stopped moving. Shige was horrified. The hand was now on the front of his left thigh and far too close to his crotch.
Shige froze as the hand started moving again, palm sliding back and forth as the fingertips massaged. He looked down, spotted the fingers and followed the arm up until he found the face attached to it. Time stopped for a horrible moment. It wasn't some creepy old hentai. It was a young hot hentai. Shige gulped as the pressure against his pants, and the face in his view caused him to twitch a little.
Hentai or not there was a hot guy feeling him up and had been such a long time since anyone had paid any sort of attention to Shige. If this went on for much longer the girl in front of him was going to think he was the pervert. He had to do something to make this stop.
Shige subtly moved his own hand down and brushed the hand off his pants, sighing in relief at the lack of contact. The hot hentai scowled but didn't show any other reaction. Not three minutes later a space opened up and Shige made sure to move away.
~~~~~
Two days after the incident Shige found himself, once again, squished against too many people in the train carriage and, once again, a hand came against his pants moving in an all too familiar way. Shige was unable to move his feet at all, thanks to a couple of school kids having thrown their bags at their feet so they could hold onto the rail above their heads.
Shige tried brushing the hand away but this time it came back within minutes. There was no way he was going to survive a full twenty minute train ride without traumatising the schoolgirls in front of him. He had to do something.
Shige trailed his eyes up along the arm and once again found the same face of the 'hand'. In the back of his mind he was a little surprised to realise that the guy, who was a little closer this time, was actually shorter than him. In the front of his mind though, he was pulling his phone from his pocket and discretely finding his camera settings.
Shige tried one last time to brush the hand away but when it came back almost immediately he decided that the guy had forfeited his chance to be saved. With his phone on silent, he quietly lifted it up and snapped a photo of the hot hentai's face.
It took a few minutes of fiddling around; trying to find the new feature that the salesman had raved about when he'd upgraded his phone. But eventually Shige was able work it all out, despite the hand that was slowly travelling from his hip to his crotch.
All at once the train filled up with message tones as every single person within a 5meter radius received a picture message with Hentai's face and the words 'Beware: Train Groper' in red text.
People all through the train pulled out their hand phones and laughter filled the carriages. The school girls in front of him seemed to find it amazingly funny. At least until one of them looked up and recognised the man standing beside her as the one in the message.
There was a fair bit of squealing and then a couple of older business men hauled the guy away from the girls and made him stand by himself in the middle of the carriage, everyone having squished up tighter to make sure there was a fair distance of space between the thoroughly embarrassed guy and the rest of the commuters.
Shige busied himself with checking on the school girls and offering his handkerchief to one who had been so shocked, she'd ended up in tears. He resolutely didn't look in the direction of his hentai.
~~~~~
Shige didn't see the guy on the train again. Obviously he would have started catching a different train in hopes of avoiding the regular commuters who would remember his face. Shige honestly didn't think he'd ever see him again, train or otherwise.
Two months after the incident Shige was promoted to vice-president of his division. He was requested specifically by the new boss, Nishikido-san, who had apparently 'seen first-hand just what Kato-san was capable of when he took initiative'.
When he was introduced to this new boss at the staff meeting, Shige was so shocked that he spat coffee out over the table. How did the hand hentai manage to become his boss? And what's more, just what punishment were the man's far-too-pleased eyes hinting at?
Pairing: Ryo/Shige (sort of)
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Ryo is a train groper. Shige the businessman is having none of that.
Notes: Written for the JE AU Comment Ficathon of Doom for this prompt.
And if you like this fic, read the remix here. :D
Shige stands against the wall of the train carriage and tries not to think about how unhygienic it is to lean on public transport. It wouldn't be so bad if it was his back but instead he finds himself breathing against the partition without the space to turn around or even to lift his hands and brace his body a decent distance from the plastic 'glass'. He focuses, instead, on all the work he's trying to forget as the carriage fills to squishing point and moves on again.
Three stops later Shige becomes aware of something pressing against the back of his upper thigh. At first he assumes that it's just another inevitable problem with so many people crushed into such a small space. That is until he realises that it's actually a hand; warm palm moving back and forth, not quite in time with the sway of the tracks. The pressure of fingertips slowly starts to dig in and massage the soft flesh of Shige's thigh in a manner that is impossible to misunderstand.
For a moment he freezes too unsure what to do. Men aren't generally the target of gropers, and if they are they don't talk about it because Shige's never heard of it before. Then for another moment he contemplates just letting it go. After all, it's been a long damn time since anyone has touched him like this and it's not as though the hand in question isn't skilled at what it's doing. But then Shige remembers that the hand is attached to some grotty hentai and he can't just stand there and take it anymore.
With a sudden disregard to the comfort of his fellow commuters, Shige uses his shoulders and elbows and manages to manoeuvre himself to face the other direction, putting his back to the wall and removing his backside from the hentai's reach. Which would have worked if the hand was at all shy or embarrassed by what it was doing, but apparently that didn't apply. When Shige had turned, the hand had stayed exactly where it was as Shige's hip, thigh and crotch slid under his palm until Shige stopped moving. Shige was horrified. The hand was now on the front of his left thigh and far too close to his crotch.
Shige froze as the hand started moving again, palm sliding back and forth as the fingertips massaged. He looked down, spotted the fingers and followed the arm up until he found the face attached to it. Time stopped for a horrible moment. It wasn't some creepy old hentai. It was a young hot hentai. Shige gulped as the pressure against his pants, and the face in his view caused him to twitch a little.
Hentai or not there was a hot guy feeling him up and had been such a long time since anyone had paid any sort of attention to Shige. If this went on for much longer the girl in front of him was going to think he was the pervert. He had to do something to make this stop.
Shige subtly moved his own hand down and brushed the hand off his pants, sighing in relief at the lack of contact. The hot hentai scowled but didn't show any other reaction. Not three minutes later a space opened up and Shige made sure to move away.
~~~~~
Two days after the incident Shige found himself, once again, squished against too many people in the train carriage and, once again, a hand came against his pants moving in an all too familiar way. Shige was unable to move his feet at all, thanks to a couple of school kids having thrown their bags at their feet so they could hold onto the rail above their heads.
Shige tried brushing the hand away but this time it came back within minutes. There was no way he was going to survive a full twenty minute train ride without traumatising the schoolgirls in front of him. He had to do something.
Shige trailed his eyes up along the arm and once again found the same face of the 'hand'. In the back of his mind he was a little surprised to realise that the guy, who was a little closer this time, was actually shorter than him. In the front of his mind though, he was pulling his phone from his pocket and discretely finding his camera settings.
Shige tried one last time to brush the hand away but when it came back almost immediately he decided that the guy had forfeited his chance to be saved. With his phone on silent, he quietly lifted it up and snapped a photo of the hot hentai's face.
It took a few minutes of fiddling around; trying to find the new feature that the salesman had raved about when he'd upgraded his phone. But eventually Shige was able work it all out, despite the hand that was slowly travelling from his hip to his crotch.
All at once the train filled up with message tones as every single person within a 5meter radius received a picture message with Hentai's face and the words 'Beware: Train Groper' in red text.
People all through the train pulled out their hand phones and laughter filled the carriages. The school girls in front of him seemed to find it amazingly funny. At least until one of them looked up and recognised the man standing beside her as the one in the message.
There was a fair bit of squealing and then a couple of older business men hauled the guy away from the girls and made him stand by himself in the middle of the carriage, everyone having squished up tighter to make sure there was a fair distance of space between the thoroughly embarrassed guy and the rest of the commuters.
Shige busied himself with checking on the school girls and offering his handkerchief to one who had been so shocked, she'd ended up in tears. He resolutely didn't look in the direction of his hentai.
~~~~~
Shige didn't see the guy on the train again. Obviously he would have started catching a different train in hopes of avoiding the regular commuters who would remember his face. Shige honestly didn't think he'd ever see him again, train or otherwise.
Two months after the incident Shige was promoted to vice-president of his division. He was requested specifically by the new boss, Nishikido-san, who had apparently 'seen first-hand just what Kato-san was capable of when he took initiative'.
When he was introduced to this new boss at the staff meeting, Shige was so shocked that he spat coffee out over the table. How did the hand hentai manage to become his boss? And what's more, just what punishment were the man's far-too-pleased eyes hinting at?