Rutting. Whenever he thought about human sexuality the only thing that came to mind were two animals making a show of themselves before fighting and ultimately mounting, grunting and then walking away; nothing remarkable in any way shape or form. Then again, the tightly wound young man had never remotely experienced the act so he had only pornography, popular media and the nature channel to guide his thoughts. It didn't, however, hold the young man back from thinking about it whenever his mind happened to drift; which was often enough to get him into more than a few sticky situations. This time his thoughts had wondered so far that while on the train ride home from work he'd found that he'd pitched a rather impressive tent in the front of his slacks. Of course the train was crowded. Of course he'd forgotten his briefcase at work. Of course he was standing right in front of the door so that he would be greeting the next set of passengers with what would most likely be a very noticeable erection. He wanted to die; wanted to burst into flames and incinerate as quickly as possible and maybe, just maybe, get a good spot in Heaven or wherever it was he was headed when he died.

He took a deep breath and tried to clear his mind, fill it with things that weren't even remotely sexual. Like puppies and kitties and bunnies. Or how fabulous the color purple was. He frowned at that thought and shook his head slowly. Fabulous wasn't the right word for that; not nearly manly enough. Then again, could the color purple be considered manly? Royal blue was sort of purple looking and that was considered manly as far as he was concerned. Topic of mind sufficiently changed and erection starting to flag he watched the scenery pass by and tried to think if he needed to stop by the store on the way home. The train slowed to a stop and the doors whooshed open, allowing passengers to both board and exit. He pushed himself against the pole he was holding and held on for dear life as the flow of people surged out then in. The doors started to pull closed when another man slipped through, barely making it before the doors hissed closed. The new passenger looked down and their eyes met and suddenly the young business man was lost in a sea of blue. Dark blue eyes, sky blue hair, baby soft looking stubble studding a strong jaw. A Joker's grin appeared and a row of shiny white teeth gleamed back at him. Those dark blue eyes lowered over the business man's body - head to toes and back again - before locking with melted chocolate eyes. The grin never wavered but the lips still managed to move as the new passenger spoke.

"Sorry to crowd you." came a voice like whiskey and the man leaned forward to grab a higher spot on the pole the business man was holding.

The new passenger was taller than him and smelled like pine and fresh turned earth. The young man closed his eyes and turned around, putting his back to the passenger standing so very close behind him. The train car shook a little and the man behind him bumped closer to him, a solid chest pushing the young man into the pole. Hot and slightly moist breath wafted across the bare skin on the back of his neck and he shivered when the raspy voice husked in his ear, "Sorry." He must have made a sound, a whimper or whine, and the man must have heard it because he suddenly went still behind him. The business man closed his eyes again and pressed his lips together but opened them all back up when the body behind him pressed even closer. He felt breath against his ear and he shivered hard.

"Aren't you just a naughty, naughty business man?"

Something brushed against his the back of his thigh before trailing along the side and up the front, cupping over the young man's hardening sex. The young man gasped and turned bright red; shame, embarrassment and arousal filling him in an almost pleasurable mix. A soft but still ample package pressed into his backside and the young man closed his eyes again, closing his mouth and wondering what the hell he was supposed to do now. The hand over his manhood squeezed before moving to the zipper on the slacks, pulling it down before the young man had a chance to realize what was happening. A warm, strong hand reached inside thin slacks and once again cupped a now nearly full hardened cock. The young man shivered again and felt the warm press of lips against his neck at the same time a stubbly chin scraped his skin. The combination made the young man nearly groan out loud and he pushed back into the body behind him. The hand inside his pants pushed its way into the opening of dark purple silk boxers and wrapped around his cock, squeezing once before starting up a slow yet thorough stroking. The young man made another noise and the voice was back in his ear.

"Shh. You'll draw attention to us. You don't want that now do you, Mr. Businessman?"

The young man shuddered and let his head fall against the pole as the hand in his pants turned him into a standing pile of goo. He knew he really should stop this but it felt so much better than when he did it himself; the twist of the man's hand, the new sensation of foreign and slightly calloused skin on such a sensitive part of his body. His hips twitched forward and he heard a soft, deep rumble he supposed was meant to be a chuckle in his ear.

"You like that don't you? Like me strokin' your dick like this." The young man shivered as the words rolled over him, wishing the man would stop because it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

"Like me talkin' dirty in your ear. You'd probably shoot your wad right here if I called you a slut, wouldn't you?"

The young man's knees weakened and he shook his head. Dear God in Heaven he should not have liked hearing that but all the blood in his body was suddenly pooling in his groin and he couldn't be assed enough to care. He felt a breeze against his cock and vaguely realized the man had pulled it out and was now stroking him with hard and fast pumps of his fist. The young man was trying not to moan or pant but doubted he was being successful. Surely the entire car knew what the two were up to and he'd have to face the shame of being a victim of train molestation. He'd have to wait for a later train after work so he never ran into these people again. There was no way he could face anyone after them having seen him like this.The hand on his cock rolled over the head before stroking down again, long fingers brushing over tense balls. The young man went rigid, shoulders hunching and head hanging as he came as quietly as he could against a short metal barrier between him and the passenger lucky enough to be seated on the other side.

The hand tucked his quickly softening member away and warm lips brushed against his neck again. His zipper was zipped, the train slowed to a stop and the doors opened again. The young man stood in a daze and barely realized the man behind him was moving away, off the train and into oblivion. Drowsy brown eyes looked up and met dark blue smug ones as the doors swished closed again and the train started to move. A slim fingered hand pressed against a Plexiglas window and the blue eyed man raised his own hand to wave as another grin stretched what the young man knew to be warm lips. Too soon the train left the station and the man was gone. The young business man looked around him sheepishly and saw that absolutely no one was paying him any attention. No eyes or faces were turned his way and he breathed a deep sigh of relief. He wasn't quite sure what to think about what had just happened to him, nor the fact that he had just ejaculated on public property, but at the very least he wouldn't have to worry too much about having been seen.

At the next stop the young businessman stepped off the train and headed towards the exit, walking up the cement stairs to the world above, his mind staying behind in the train with the bold, blue haired stranger.

A/N IDEK... I was trying to sleep and my muse poked me in the side of the head like the bitch he is and whispered, "Write about Grimmjow giving Ichigo a hand job on a packed subway car." It planted and quickly turned into this. I'm not marking it as complete because, gods help me, I think I can actually do something interesting with this. Farewell sleep, we knew each other but a fleeting moment.

;p Thoughts?

~Penny