Train Wreck (RandomAttributes & TNT)

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Public Transit System, New York City - Christmas Day, Winter of 2018

William A. Dalgliesh was moderately intoxicated, just enough that he felt it was probably in his best interest and the interest of those living around him to take public transportation home instead of his own car. Could he have hailed a taxi or called an Uber? Sure, he could've, that is, if it weren't already after midnight, on a holiday. So public transportation it was, which, from the looks of it on the app he had pulled up on his cell, was going to take him a good forty-five minutes to an hour to get uptown, seeing that he was not only way downtown, but two boroughs over.

Making his way below ground, the good-looking, sharp-dressed man knew for a fact that he would stand out in whatever crowd was travelling this late at night, but, to be perfectly honest, he didn't really give a shit. He needed to get home and this was pretty much the only way that was happening. So what if he was decked out in a designer tux with all of the trimmings or wearing a full-length, men's fur coat that cost him a small fortune? He was a tall, broad-shouldered, well-built man who could certainly handle himself. If someone dared to give him crap, he would just give it back.

Wouldn't he?

Bah. Whatever. Why was he even worrying about this to begin with? It was late. There was probably going to be just a handful of other passengers, if even that. He would probably have an entire car to himself. Right? However, as William approached the platform, after buying himself a ticket and pushing his way through the turnstile, he noticed that the volume of people waiting to catch the next train was a tad bit heavier than he had expected or, to be honest, wanted there to be. He supposed it was because of the holiday, with lots of people coming back from family gatherings or parties, just like him, but still, it was a bit much.

Positioning himself so that he was towards the rear of the train, assuming that that would be the quieter end, he watched and waited for the long metal beast to rumble into the station, which it did, just a few minutes later. Stepping on, he quickly glanced up and then down the overly used car, which had certainly seen better days, and elected, at least for the time being, to stand instead of taking a seat. Once a few more passengers got off, he would consider taking one, but for now, he would just grip a floor-to-ceiling pole in the center and hold on with one of his lamb-soft, leather-encased hands.

 

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Jake had been riding the train almost aimlessly for over a half hour, fingers tensely drumming against the faded wash of his jeans in increasing frequency. Dark eyes listlessly darted around the compartment that he had, somehow, found a place to sit.

No one was suitable. There wasn't one thing or another that he specifically liked in the people he chose, but when Jake knew someone would be a good fit, he just knew it. Perhaps it was getting harder to choose now that he was branching out as well; just a few months ago he had decided that finding sloppy men and pushing them into the bathroom stall of the bar just wasn't interesting enough. It felt familiar. Routine. Now, he wanted a greater thrill that he suspected could only come from raising his own stakes.

And so he waited, albeit impatiently, as the train rolled into the next station, thrumming his fingers again. The public train also helped to disguise him in a way, for he was hardly the worst-dressed: well-worn combat boots, ripped jeans, and a leather jacket over a simple grey t-shirt was common enough that Jake hoped it would be harder for the people he fucked to identify him. Rough whiskers coated a strong jaw, and messy hair threatened to obscure his eyes, too.

The first thing that caught his attention was a giant mass of fur rippling into the compartment - he too quickly assumed it was being worn by a very expensive lady, and was pleasantly surprised when he saw it was a man instead. A very good looking man, with very expensive taste. If Jake didn't think this was a blessing thrown his way, he might have questioned why a man who looked as if he bathed in money every morning would bother with something like the lowly public transportation system. Jake shifted, taking advantage of being cloaked by the crowd to further examine the man. The coat masked a lot, but Jake suspected the man was fit based upon the trim nature of his face. And now that he saw him, he was wondering exactly what lay beneath that luscious fur.

Jake silently stood up and slipped forward, careful not to jostle anyone prematurely; otherwise the length of his knife might be prematurely discovered and all his fun would be ruined. He quietly edged through the crowd until he was directly behind the man with the fur coat, angled so he could pretend to look out the window. This was absolutely perfect. That coat was just begging to be stroked, and Jake assumed that a man with that sort of taste already had a stick up his ass. A cock would be a vast improvement.

The train gave Jake his first opportunity when it jostled around a wide turn. Leaning slightly, Jake gripped a ring up high to steady himself while his other hand twisted, palm stroking against the first that was around the main's waist. Jake nearly smirked to himself in delight, feeling his cock stir as the adrenaline kicked in. It had to be this man. A few moments passed before he tried again, this time using a bit more pressure to run his hand down the side of the coat, right near mid-thigh.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Casually watching as the train moved from station to station, William, who was sort of lulling side to side in time with the swaying motion of the car, thought about taking out his cell, just to kill some time, but he recalled from the one other time that he used the subway that cell service was spotty at best, if existent at all. So, instead, he kept himself busy by people watching, for the crowd was indeed an eclectic group of strangers.

Seated to his right were three college-aged guys all making eyes at an older, stylishly-dressed woman who was sitting across from them. With legs for miles, which could easily be seen due to the generous slit in her long skirt, she certainly was someone worthy of such attention; however, her boyfriend - or at least that's who William was assuming the guy was, since he couldn't easily see a ring on either of their hands - wasn't having any of it. Shooting the three a look, his dark eyes followed where they themselves were looking. Once he realized it was at his girl, he reached down and tugged on the skirt until her leg was covered once more. Unexpectedly, she was quick to cast a curious look in their direction, which, once she saw who it was that was ogling her, she blushed and smiled coyly. This reaction, however, didn't sit well with her man. Immediately, he got up, pushed by her and then brushed by William with a curt, "Excuse me, pal," before taking a seat elsewhere.

Huh, was all William could think, as he eyed the guy up, wondering what the nature of their relationship was, since he initially appeared overly protective, yet, not a breath later, was he cool with abandoning her. Oh well. Not my problem.

Redirecting his gaze to an elderly couple, William actually found himself smiling, seeing that they reminded him of his own grandparents; however, another minute more and that smile faded away as the elderly man muttered something that sounded unmistakably like, "Fucking queers," in his general direction. Confused at first, wondering if the man meant him, he glanced over his broad shoulder and caught sight of two men, probably in their early thirties, who appeared to be together. From the way they were sitting, ever so close, to the way that they were looking at each other, there was certainly some sort of intimate relationship there. Not that there anything wrong with that. No, not at all. As long as they kept their hands to themselves - or at least just to each other - and their dicks in their pants, William didn't really care what they did to each other behind closed doors. Granted, if they started making out, he would probably have to move to another car.

Shifting his weight now as the train hit a bend, William was suddenly caught off guard when he felt a hand brush, somewhat awkwardly, against his body; however, as quickly as it came, it left. Accident or not, he made a move to put some distance between himself and the man who was now standing a bit too close behind him. Trying not to be too obvious, he shot the guy a quick look, just so he could scope him out. While not the worst looking individual on the train, he certainly had an air and edge about him that leaned more towards trouble than not. Thankful that his money clip was neatly tucked away, deep inside his muscle-hugging tuxedo jacket, he made the decision to just stay put; however, it only took a minute more to wonder if that had been a bad choice to make, because this time, the hand that landed on his body was a bit more firm, as it ran along his side, and it was a bit more obvious, too, as it remained in contact with his thigh for a lot longer than any accident would've caused it to.

On the verge of making a move to step further away, William's timing couldn't have been worse as the train came to an abrupt stop at a station. Within seconds, the car was being flooded with a number of new passengers, which, not only forced William to remain standing but essentially pushed him back in the general direction of the guy with the wandering hands. Taking a deep breath, as he returned to his original spot, he did his best to appear unaffected by what had just happened.

Perhaps it had been accident. He wasn't exactly thinking clearly, what with the liquor still in his system.

 

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The reaction he got was subtle and predictable: an uncomfortable shifting of the weight, a quick glance around - because heaven forbid, Jake thought with an internal chuckle - they should actually meet each others gaze. He even tried to eye up a free spot, though thankfully lucked seemed to be on his side that night. The swarm of people closed in quickly, pushing the fur-wearing man right back to where he was standing.

Jake smile outright this time, feeling the familiar tingling of adrenaline and exhilaration. This was where the fun could begin.

He waited until the train lurched into motion before his hand returned to that soft, tantalizing fur, stroking it almost too softly to be noticed again. Meanwhile, his eyes were doing their own quick looks around: but people were tired, and seemed more inclined to stay curled away from one another, talking to their neighbor or studiously pretending they were the only ones on the entire train. It was as good as it was going to get for him to make a move. Softly, he took a small step away, pretending to shift towards a pocket of space that he saw, which also happened to be right behind the man. And then the train lurched.

Jake allowed himself to stumble forward, catching himself on the man's waist. "Sorry 'bout that." He grunted, but Jake didn't mean it; the words were merely a distraction for how long his hands lingered, and how he shifted to step up even closer, until they were nearly chest-to-back. "Shouldn't have let go of the ring..." Finally, he got a small sneak-peak of what was underneath that coat as one hand neatly slipped under the man's arm, delving into the open front. Thick fingers spread out and smoothed over what felt like very expensive material and, underneath, tight, impressive abs. Jake felt his cock stir, immediately pleased with his choice. This man was going to be delectable.

But he didn't want to jump too far, yet, despite wanting to. He allowed himself to savor the moment where they shared warmth, wondering how far he could tease before the other caught on. Leaning in to murmur warmly into the man's ear was too tempting to pass up. "I'd suggest using both hands to keep yourself steady."

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Squaring off his broad shoulders, after reluctantly taking up the same spot from earlier, William did his best to just ignore the guy in the leather jacket. At this point, he didn't have much of a choice in where he could stand, unless he wanted to push his way towards either end of the car. No. He would just stand his ground and stay right where he was. Even if the guy was trying to pull a fast one, trying to make off with his money clip, there were far too many people around for him to get away with such a questionable act.

Weren't there?

Glancing around, William did start to notice that pretty much everyone was minding their own business. Even the college kids had given up on the leggy blonde. He didn't blame them, really, considering he was fairly content with doing the exact same thing; however, as the train lurched again, he found himself and, more specifically, his personal space being invaded by the very guy he was trying to avoid. Tensing up within his formal attire, he suddenly felt a pair of firm hands grabbing on to his muscular form right at the waist. Then, to make matters even more interesting, the guy made the bold move of pulling himself forward to that he could rub his similarly sized body up against William's backside; but it was the way that his hands kept traveling, from his waist to his abdominal area, bypassing his heavy coat as they moved, that really unsettled him.

Then the words came, heavy upon his ear, which surprised William even more so than the man's somewhat questionable actions. He was right up on him now, too, with his leather-clad pecs firmly pressed against William's broad, fur-covered back, and he was leaning in, ever so close, his chin practically on his shoulder, so that his mouth could now hover a mere inch or two away from his exposed lobe.

"Uh. Yeah. Right," he sort of mumbled, trying to play it cool, as he instinctively gripped the nearby metal pole with both of his gloved hands, not really knowing how to react to being spoken to in such an intimate manner, by another man, right out in the open, for all the world to see. Not that the guy was really doing or saying anything overly lewd, but it just felt off.

He felt off.

 

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When the man only managed a few short words Jake grinned again, feeling like he had hit the jackpot. Someone of the man's size - so close to his own - could have been tricky with a more aggressive personality. But if someone was going to brush off his advances early on like this, experience told Jake that he could easily reign in any trouble later with his knife.

"Mmn." Jake purposefully made a grunt that fell somewhere between a noise of agreement and satisfaction. His hand slowly began to pet upwards, following the well-defined valleys of the man's stomach up until he hit the obvious "V" where both sides of his suit coat were buttoned. A minor hurdle he needed to vault over. As he slowly began to work the button undone, Jake shifted his head purposefully, ghosting his lips over the man's earlobe in front of him, just for a moment like it was an accident.

"Tell me..." He was finding it harder and harder to play innocent; Jake's voice dropped a tad lower, his other hand sliding from hip to the side of the man's ass. "Did you realize that you just obeyed my suggestion without a second thought? Because you did, and I certainly noticed." Finally, the oppressive button became undone; there were others, but it was enough to press his hand even closer, feeling the richness of the white dress shirt underneath. Excited fingers traced over the curve of a ribcage, then the underside of a well-defined pec.

"What if I was to tell you..." Jake's mouth was pracatically watering. He was close enough to smell the cologne on this guy, and could only imagine how good that chisled ass would feel like against his cock. There was no turning back now, he had to have this man. "That you look like a man who is desperate to be fucked senseless?" The rest of what little distance there was disappeared between them: Jake pressed his hips forward, grinding his growing hard-on into the ass in front of him. "Would I be wrong?"

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

The more William stood right where he was and listened, just listened and did nothing, the more his insides began to grow cold. What exactly was this guy getting at and why did he think it was okay to keep his hands on him? No. Wait. Now his hands weren't only on him, but the one was undoing his jacket, as the other rested on his ass!

Oh FUCK no! his mind cursed, as he was about to make a move to haul off and deck the guy, but then the words kept coming, in that low, teasing tone, and William found himself unable to pull away, unable to do much of anything but listen.

What sort of control did this guy have over him? Or...or was it just the alcohol? Was he that drunk that he couldn't react in time, couldn't react at all, beyond standing here like a fool and allowing this guy do what he was doing?

Then even more words came, words that initially made zero sense to his alcohol-drenched, heterosexual mind, until, as if the fog had finally lifted or a lightbulb had come on, William became acutely aware of what this thug's intentions were. When he said fuck, he meant William being fucked, not him doing the fucking, like deep inside a pussy. And if his words weren't enough to paint a vivid picture, his actions certainly were, for the next thing William knew, he was being dry humped, right through the substantial layer of his coat and the slim layers of his tuxedo trousers and satin underwear!

"No, I mean, yeah...you would be," he managed to mutter, finding his voice. “Now get the hell off of me," he then growled, in a low tone, not wanting to draw too much attention just yet, regardless of the fact that he'd been willing and wanting to punch the guy in the face just a moment ago. He suddenly felt compelled to handle this in a more civilized manner, for the world, as of late, had a way of turning the most trivial confrontations into bloodbaths.

Who knew if this guy was armed and dangerous?