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You browsed through your phone as you waited for the train. It was running late, no surprise to you. Of course, it would be late the one day you planned on taking it. Recently you’ve been finding yourself in a string of bad luck. Your car broke down, needing intense care before it would be running smoothly again. Even worse, the friend you had planned this trip into the city with cancelled last second. Despite the meticulous planning you went through, at all managed to fall apart at the last second. Still, you plowed through your short comings and here you are.
Glancing around, the few strangers waiting by the tracks were the sole company you had. It suddenly struck you how lonely the station felt, how intimidating this whole idea was. You weren’t going to give up on this trip, not after booking the hotel along with various events. You were determined to put the money to use. Besides, you already called out of work, so you had to spend your time doing something.
The sound of distant rumbling snapped you out of your thoughts. Putting your phone in your bag, you watched as the train slowed to a halt. Waiting for the exiting passengers, you found an opening and boarded. A sigh of relief escaped you as you saw that it was completely empty. You took a seat next to the door, stretching out your legs.
That was, until another passenger entered the car right before the doors hissed shut. Okay, so one passenger. That’s still good. You glanced at the man, immediately noticing his fiery red hair. He turned, spotting you. You quickly looked away from the unexpected eye contact, shifting in your seat.
Great. The only other passenger here and I’ve already made it awkward. It hasn’t even been five seconds. The jolt of the train caught you off guard. The stranger plopped down in the seat next to you to keep from falling. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a sigh.
"Just barely made it. Guess that rap battle took longer than expected.” He mumbled under his breath. You couldn’t tell if he was saying that to you, or to himself. Not wanting to risk being rude, you gave him a smile.
“Rap battle, huh? Sounds like fun.”
He looked at you, scanning your face before blinking in surprise.
“Oh! Hey I know you.” He turned in his seat to face you. “You’re [Y/N], right?”
You stared at him blankly as faces and names of old acquaintances raced through your mind, trying to pinpoint where you’ve seen him before.
“Uh, yeah that’s me. I’m sorry, we’ve met before, but…”
“C’mon, [Y/N]. It’s me, Pico. We went to high school together. I think we had a few classes together over the years.”
Your eyes widened as you were slapped with realization.
“Oh yeah! Pico, yeah, I remember you. We had math together senior year.” Memories flashed through your mind of him sitting in the back of various classrooms, him hardly doing any of the assigned work, and somehow still managing to pass. Did he also start a few fights? The vague memories of him had already begun to fade. Your interactions with him never went past a few basic conversations. Once your class graduated, you never saw him again. No wonder you didn’t remember him very well.
Which raised the question: how the hell did he remember you? You let out a weak laugh before saying, “I can’t believe you remembered me. Guess I forgot more about high school than I thought.”
“Can’t blame you there. High school sucked dick.” He leaned back, turning his head away from you. You couldn’t tell if that was a sign to stop talking to him or if he simply wanted to change the subject. It was just you two, so you figured you might as well fill the silence.
“So, where are you headed?”
“Home. It’s been a long night.”
“Oh, you mentioned a rap battle, right? I didn’t know you were into music. Who were you against? Another person from high school?” You leaned in curiously, your eyes wide with excitement.
He looked at you surprised for a moment, before clearing his throat. “Oh, no one from high school. I’m not sure if you would know him. But yeah, I guess I’ve been more into music recently.”
“That’s really cool,” You gazed at the floor with a smile. “Being so confident in your talent and being able to perform in front of other people is really impressive.” He blushed slightly, running a hand through his hair to try and hide his face.
“It’s a hell of a show to watch. Maybe one day you could come and see it for yourself.” He paused, glaring at the ground. “Then I’ll have someone to cheer me on instead of that prick.” He grumbled through gritted teeth.
You tilted your head. “What’d you say?”
He tensed, then laughed nervously. “It was nothing.” He rested his arm on the back of your seat, leaning in closer. “How long are you gonna be on this train for?”
“For a while,” You sighed. “Longer than I would like. My phone batteries almost dead, so I can’t really use it.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you won’t be needing it anytime soon.” He smirked, grabbing your bag and tossing it to the ground.
“Wh—hey! Something could break—”
“Clearly, nothing broke, first off. Second off…” He raised an eyebrow. “Why bother staring at a phone anyways when you have me to talk to. Frankly, I’m a bit offended.” He put on a fake pouty face, making you burst out into laughter.
“I’m so sorry,” You said sarcastically through giggles. “Then what should we do? You better think of some way to entertain me.” You crossed your arms, trying your best to look aloof. He chuckled at you. Clearly your efforts weren’t working.
“I’ve got a few ideas.” He said in a hushed tone, lightly touching your knee. Your cheeks burned as you felt his hand make its way up your thigh.
A sharp, surprised laugh escaped you. “Hey, uh—”
“Am I hurting you?” He sounded so genuine; it made your chest feel warm.
“Well…no. You’re not.” Your voice sounded shakier than you would’ve liked. He met your gaze, leaning in closer.
“Then what’s the problem?” His lips were dangerously close to touching yours. Your mind went blank as you looked away, too flustered to keep eye contact.
You stuttered out various incoherent words before he placed his hand on your cheek, forcing you to look at him again.
“Are you embarrassed? It’s just me and you here.” Before you could speak, he kissed you. You tensed from the unexpected contact; your lips hurting slightly from how forceful he was. An ache that you found yourself not minding. His lips were soft, and for a second you wondered if he thought yours were too.
Wrapping his arms around you, Pico pulled you closer. He squeezed your side, causing you to gasp. Taking the opportunity, he slipped his tongue into your mouth. The kiss now deepening, you found yourself easing into it. You gently pressed your chest against his, wanting to find a way to get closer. Unsure of what more you could do, you gently settled a hand on his shoulder, the other getting tangled in his hair. His hands roamed your body as well, before one finally found its way back to your thigh. He rubbed in between your thighs, making you whine.
You pulled away from the kiss, lightly gasping for air. Thoughts of pushing him away crossed your mind, but with him rubbing tender circles in between your legs, they got shoved further to the back of your mind. He started trailing kisses down to your neck. You tried your hardest to keep from making a sound as he sucked and bit your neck.
“Pico, maybe we—” You yelped as he dug his nails in the inside of your thigh.
“Maybe you should forget about all that.” He lifted up your shirt, glancing at you before slowly slipping it off. You watched it get tossed in an empty seat, your blush deepening. A mixture of timidity and excitement churned in your stomach as Pico fixed his gaze back on you. He kissed your shoulder, making his way down to your chest. You gripped his hair in one hand, making him grit his teeth.
He moved his hands down to your pants, unbuttoning them.
You tensed. “Wait! Wait, please.” He froze, staring at you with puzzled eyes.
“Do you not—”
“No. I just…” Your eyes darted around the train car. You didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of him. It’s gone too far, if you stopped now your body would hate you. The already dampened pants you made for yourself was enough to encourage you to keep going.
Also, it would make the rest of the ride very, very awkward.
Before you could talk yourself out of it, you unzipped his pants and pulled them down, watching as his hardened dick sprang out. You stared at it for a moment before glancing up at him. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. The sight of him in such a state made your stomach twist. You hesitantly slid out of your seat, now on your knees in front of him. You chose not to acknowledge how dirty the floor must be.
“Goddamn it,” He growled, lifting his head. He grabbed your hand, forcing it onto his dick. With his hand guiding yours, you started stroking his dick. You kept your eyes forward, watching as he jerked himself off using your hand. After a moment of him guiding you, he slowly let go. He tilted his head back once more, letting out a soft moan. You stroked his dick faster, filled with a new found yearning to make him feel as good as possible.
“That’s it,” He whispered. Your chest fluttered at the sound of his voice. His approval made your head spin. You wanted more of it. You took a deep breath, before lowering your head to lick the length of his member. He placed his hand on the back of your head. You trailed your tongue up and down his dick. You saw it twitch, which made you hungrier. You closed your eyes before slowly covering the tip with your mouth, lowering your head to take more of him in.
He sighed in ecstasy. You bobbed your head up and down, trying to find a rhythm. Before you could, he gripped your hair, pulling your head up. You winced from the pain and looked up at him. Anxiety made your heart pound as you feared you had done something wrong. He stared at you through half lidded eyes before gesturing for you to stand. You got up to your feet quickly, becoming light headed for a brief moment.
By the time you had blinked the dizziness away, your pants were already to your knees. He stood, forcing you to bend over a seat. You gripped the back of a seat for support, and looked over your shoulder. You saw him spit into his hand, rubbing his dick. You quickly looked away.
“Is that…really necessary?” Your voice barely managed above a whisper.
“Whatever helps.” He said bluntly, placing his dick at your entrance.
He slowly entered you, making you moan louder than you imagined you could. Then, he slammed the rest of him inside, making you groan in pain.
“Not so hard!” You snapped at him. All you got was a sigh in response. Your arms shook underneath you. In an effort for more support, you rested a knee on the seat. One of Pico’s hands gripped your butt. The thought of him staring at you from behind made you feel self-conscious.
The feeling was fleeting, however, when he started trusting in and out. You moaned to the rhythm of his thrusts, pleasure now consuming your mind.
“Hey [Y/N],” It took him calling your name a few more times before you processed, he was trying to talk to you.
“W-What--?” Your attempt at speaking was cut off by another moan.
“You think there are cameras in here?” Your stomach dropped. That thought never once crossed your mind. You let out a distressed squeak before he grabbed your throat.
“I bet you love that idea, don’t you? People watching us. You want an audience, right?” He groaned briefly before continuing his rant, you powerless to do anything against it. “Bet that’s why you love getting fucked on trains.”
“I…I—” He bit your ear, cutting you off. Your thoughts were too muddled to come up with any defense. You thought about people watching you. An unknown passenger being on the train. Did someone board without you knowing? No. You would’ve known that before the train even left the station. Or maybe you did miss someone? The intense pleasure was warping your already haze filled memory. For a moment, you allowed yourself to think about someone watching you. Excitement bubbled in your stomach as you arched your back.
“Oh god, Pico…!” You screamed as you tilted your head to kiss his jaw. He moved his head to meet your lips, kissing you desperately.
“Goddamn, I’ve been wanting to do this since high school.” He mumbled into the kiss. You squeezed your eyes shut as you moaned his name.
Before you could think on what he said, you felt a knot tighten in your stomach. You cried, reaching to grip his hair. Your lower body trembled as you climaxed, squirting onto the train seats and floor.
You wailed as Pico thrusted one last time into you, before he pulled out. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw semen splatter onto the floor. You collapsed into a seat beneath you, your vision slightly foggy as your lungs screamed for air. Pico fell into the seat next to you, his eyes shut.
You both stayed like that until your breath settled. Your heart still pounded furiously in your chest.
Pico ruffled his hair before standing to pull up his pants.
“So, will I see you again soon?” You asked, slightly more hopeful than you intended.
He chuckled under his breath, “You wanna do this again sometime? Yeah, I’ll see you around.” The train started to slow as it pulled up to the station. You frantically dressed yourself as Pico watched.
“Next time, preferably not on a train.” You adjusted your now wrinkly shirt. Pico smiled as he combed his fingers through your hair, making it look presentable.
“No? I thought this was the peak of romance.” His sarcastic remark was met with a silent glare. He laughed nervously. “Or, yeah, we can do this some place else.”
The train stopped, and the doors hissed open. Pico walked to the door, looking over his shoulder as you watched him from your seat.
“Let’s meet back at the station, next Friday night.”