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The train is already nearly filled to capacity the morning that Obi-Wan steps on on his way to work. He claims one of the last available seats in the back and stares out the window as the train car begins moving. The air is thick with the smell of coffee, and the sounds of shuffling feet, muted conversations, and the train’s metallic screech are a constant backdrop. The movement of the train on the rail line jostles his body back and forth.
When the train dips into the underground, Obi-Wan looks away from the fast moving dark window and looks around the interior of the train. People watching. There is a fascinating view of the sea of faces, all on their own journeys that morning. Most of them appear to be people on their way to work like him but there are a few people struggling with their luggage on the way to their airport for an early flight. Businessmen read the news on their phones, a woman tries applying makeup in the dim light, and a pair of nurses in matching teal scrubs have their eyes glued to a textbook, trying to cram a few more minutes of study in.
The train pulls to the next platform and a crowd of people squeeze in. Obi-Wan gives up his seat in case someone less able-bodied than he needed it but immediately frowns when he notices a yuppie typing on his phone sit down and manspread in the same seat he’d vacated. So much for doing something kind. Obi-Wan rolls his eyes and holds onto a passenger railing. In giving up his seat, the crowd presses around him much tighter than before. At least when he’d been sitting, the only thing invading his personal space was a bag or elbow.
Obi-Wan shifts his position to get comfortable. At the next platform, there is an exodus of people on their way to the museum but the momentary breathing room is quickly replaced with another crowd. Obi-Wan is somewhat close to the door and he notices a good looking man sprinting onto the train just as the doors are closing. His shirt is still being tucked in, his breathing heavier than everyone else’s, a sign of his morning rush. The train jolts forward and though Obi-Wan tries to grab onto the railing, he still collides slightly with the young man.
“Sorry,” Obi-Wan murmurs, angling himself to face the other direction. Awkward.
There is no response behind him but as the train keeps moving along, Obi-Wan becomes more conscious of the man each time he bumps into him. Every jostle, every shift of weight, creates an involuntary transfer of pressure. His hip presses into the stranger’s, moves away, then their shoulders bump together, moves away, then their arms slide against each other. Obi-Wan does his best to shuffle forward slightly but it is a challenge in the crowd. It feels like a quiet, shared endurance test, a test of patience. On a crowded train like this, the usual social rules of polite distance are suspended, and social norms require Obi-Wan to act as if he can’t feel it.
But it’s getting harder and harder to pretend because the man is practically pressed against his ass. The train jostles them together, and Obi-Wan looks forward wildly as the man’s hips rock against his slacks. More people pile on around them, and the man only creeps closer to him. Obi-Wan sets his jaw and endeavors to be patient and understanding. But then he can’t shake the feeling of a hand ghosting across his ass. Obi-Wan reaches down and swats it away, convincing himself that it must have just been somebody’s bag poking into him.
The train moves again and hands pull him back until Obi-Wan is flush with the body behind him. Obi-Wan blushes intensely. The train is too crowded for Obi-Wan to move at all. The hands glide tentatively over his waistband and Obi-Wan’s breath hitches when he feels the pressure of an erection behind him. He knows exactly what’s going on. Someone is groping him. On the train. In front of a crowd of people.
Obi-Wan doesn’t like to admit it but he sometimes fantasizes about getting off on public transit, excited by the thought of bringing himself to orgasm among a group of strangers. There is something about the exposure and anonymity that gets him going. It’s not a fantasy that he would ever humor in real life but with a man’s hard cock pressed against him now, it’s hard to forget. Obi-Wan feels him grind against his work slacks, stiff and insistent.
Obi-Wan glances around him. Everyone else was on their phones or staring blankly ahead at nothing in particular. No one was looking at him or seemed to notice his close proximity to the man behind him. At least, they hadn’t noticed yet. Obi-Wan’s heart rate starts to pick up as he realizes they could probably get away with this if they were careful. Obi-Wan bites his lip and lets the man behind him continue to fuck against his ass.
Obi-Wan feels the hands gently move over his inner thighs. They travel closer to his crotch, and Obi-Wan stiffens as he realizes that he might be about to slip them into his slacks. Obi-Wan knows he should stop him but something stops him from doing it. Perhaps when the man finds out that he isn’t AMAB, that he has a vagina, he will stop. Obi-Wan knows from experience that he passes very well so perhaps the unexpected development will shock the man.
The hand moves over the crotch of his pants, squeezing in search of a bulge. Suddenly the gentle grinding against his ass pauses. Obi-Wan holds his breath. The hand squeezes harder against his slacks, feeling for something that isn’t there. Obi-Wan’s grip is tight on the railing, fearful and excited. The man seems to realize that Obi-Wan is trans then. But instead of pulling away, his fingers move to the front of his pants and unzip them quietly, hand slipping inside.
Obi-Wan inhales as the man’s hand rubs over his pubic hair and dips down to rub over his pussy. He slips his fingers into the folds of his pussy and grinds against Obi-Wan’s clit. Obi-Wan quivers and the man pulls his hips closer to keep him standing. No one has noticed what they’re doing but Obi-Wan must be extremely careful.
Obi-Wan can feel the erection rubbing against his ass again in earnest. The man’s fingers rub his labia, spreading the wetness around. Obi-Wan’s underwear is getting to be so wet and messy. He gasps softly when the man shoves a single finger into his hole. Obi-Wan’s hands tighten around the railing as he feels the finger curl inside him, jamming in and out of his pussy at a fast pace. The man plunges more fingers inside. He fingerfucks him silently and efficiently, grinding his palm against Obi-Wan’s clit each time his fingers are fully inserted. Obi-Wan’s breathing becomes sharper with his approaching orgasm until suddenly the fingers are pulled out.
The doors to the train open and a swarm of people move in and out, squeezing past them. They find themselves in a packed corner near a luggage barrier where the man quickly yanks his slacks down farther. He leans Obi-Wan forward, bent over just far enough to get the angle right. Obi-Wan fears that someone can see but if they do, they don’t say anything. Obi-Wan’s pussy is now exposed to the man behind him, and he knows what’s coming next.
Obi-Wan feels the smooth head of a cock pressing against his hole. It is warm and feels terrifying and exhilarating all at once. The cock fucks across his labia, spreading the wetness over its length before positioning itself at his entrance. The man grabs onto Obi-Wan’s hips tightly and starts to force his cock inside. The angle isn’t perfect but he dips his hips and fucks upwards to get it to go inside. Obi-Wan’s face turns red as the man’s cock pushes deeper and deeper. His breath is hot against the back of his neck.
They have to be quiet so there are no words exchanged as the man slowly pulls out and presses into him again. Obi-Wan trembles, moaning at the undeniable pleasure of having his pussy filled. He’s so wet he’s sure that the man’s cock is dripping. Obi-Wan softly moans as the man slowly, secretly fucks him. He starts fucking him a bit faster. He reaches around to rub Obi-Wan’s clit until Obi-Wan tenses and convulses, eyes rolling back as he cums to a quiet climax on the crowded train.
Obi-Wan’s head drops forward against the cool surface of the luggage barrier as the man continues fucking him. Obi-Wan lets him hold and manipulate his body, grabbing his hips and moving him with the pace of his thrusts. Obi-Wan is so sensitive that he feels his walls start to clench around the cock again. The man rubs his hand over his clit, messy and fast. Obi-Wan’s pussy pulsates around his cock. It only takes two more deep thrusts inside before Obi-Wan feels a rush of warmth shooting into him.
The man cums inside, his hot spunk spitting out in multiple rushes. Obi-Wan’s pussy throbs as he takes the load, and he worries about needing to take the after pill. The man stays inside him until he’s finished and then slowly pulls out. Obi-Wan’s pussy twitches in the open air, and a big trickle of cum leaks out, sliding down his thighs and into his underwear. The man wipes his cock on Obi-Wan’s ass and tucks it back into his pants, zipping up.
Obi-Wan pulls his slacks into place and tries to look like he wasn't just fucked. The train is pulling into another platform now and Obi-Wan is about five stops away from work. The man behind him pulls him back into his chest and whispers softly, “Where do you get off?”
“Bespin Terminal. I work at the city center, five more stops,” Obi-Wan gasps out as quietly as possible.
“Alright. Well, I really enjoyed that. Maybe we could do it again soon? My stop is coming up next but,” Obi-Wan feels a business card slip into his back pocket. “Give me a call sometime.”
The train stops and Obi-Wan watches the man behind him leave. His shirt is tucked in now and he melts into the crowd, headed to work. Obi-Wan pulls out the business card and reads the name of the stranger who’d fucked him.
Anakin Skywalker.