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Wolfwood misses his bike. His commute time has tripled while she's in the shop and he wants nothing more than to pout about it. Unfortunately he has to be an adult so rather than sulk, he takes the subway.
There's too many people and the primary smell is sweat mixed with about a dozen different types of body spray. He supposes the afternoon is worse, where it's mostly the former. Someone puked in the car last night and the custodian used something that seems like it was five parts bleach and one part water instead of the other way around. He's fine driving but here on the subway he starts to get motion sick before too long. It's like his stomach is pulling gymnastic moves every time the car slows to stop or lurches to move again. Defeated, he lets his head drop forward onto his partner's shoulder so he can try to block out everything going on around him.
Vash almost makes the trip bearable. At least, he does his best, sneaking a hand under his jacket to pull him a little closer before soothing a hand over his side.
"Feeling sick again?"
Wolfwood just grumbles, response more felt than heard. The blonde doesn't mind, actually laughing a bit before taking up a pattern with his hand, up and down the other man's side over his dress shirt.
"I promise it gets easier. And your bike will be fixed in no time!"
Nick wants to step on his foot but it would ruin the shine on the leather he'd worked to put in place just last night.
"Asshole," he mutters instead, muffled into Vash's coat.
“Want a distraction?”
Wolfwood tilts his head, looking toward the blonde’s face and catching how his eyes are very nearly sparkling, mouth curved just enough to make a smile. He has an inkling of what a ‘distraction’ might entail and huffs as his cheeks darken, turning to hide his face in the coat even more than before.
“Fine, yeah.”
“Glowing enthusiasm,” Vash laughs lightheartedly, carefully turning them to crowd Nick against a corner. He’s wearing a longer coat that efficiently hides them from view, something he realizes with a soft huff and a deeper blush spreading over his face.
Vash moves the hand from his side around to his front, head lifting to look like he’s idly peering out the window while he silently pulls Wolfwood’s belt loose. His pants stay high on his thighs when he spreads his legs, biting at his lip. He should have known the blonde was going to do something like this when he’d given him specific panties to wear that morning. They’re nice, a mix of soft silk that cradles his balls and black lace that has been teasing his dick all morning. He’s already half hard, damn it all. His partner pulls at the waistband of them, keeping it a few inches from where it had laid against his skin.
“Hold that there,” he murmurs, quiet enough that only Wolfwood can hear. He can’t help chancing a glance over the blonde’s shoulder, checking to see if they’ve drawn anyones attention. There are no eyes for him to meet directly yet he still tries to quiet his breath before reaching down to hold his panties open, cock quickly swelling to true hardness.
Vash hums just next to his ear in approval, moving to unclasp his own belt and pull down the fly of his pants. Nick glances down and huffs, finding the other man thumbing over his own dick with underwear nowhere in sight.
“Fuckin’ perv,” Wolfwood mumbles, but afterwards has to pull his lip between his teeth to keep quiet as the blonde tilts his length down towards his presented underwear and starts to stroke himself. Vash gives another soft, sunny laugh before tilting his head to whisper in his ear.
“Can you blame me? Look at you, dressed up perfectly like a proper little businessman but with a secret only you and I know of.” He leans just a touch more, enough to graze his teeth along Nick’s ear, hand speeding in its strokes. “I’ve wanted to dirty you up since we got dressed this morning, you know?”
Nicholas peeks over his shoulder again because it feels as if his face is warm enough to work as a personal heater for those around them. Still no eyes meet his own so he allows himself a shudder, biting hard at his lip to force down a moan. Vash knows exactly what this sort of talk does to him, the jerk, and even if he didn’t the evidence is on display as precum beads at the tip of his cock and slides down all without a single touch.
He wants to curse. He wants to kick the man. He wants to grind on his thigh until the lace rubs him raw. Fuck.
Vash has his head tilted into Wolfwood’s own now, looking like an innocent sleepy rest to others while he continues with his filthy monologue.
“I’m gonna cum right in your pretty little panties. Then button you back up so you’re just as messy as you want to be, so you can think about how you let me use you right out in public at the first chance. I bet I won’t even have to touch you to make you cum, huh? You’re gonna get off on how dirty you are?”
Wolfwood clenches his free hand in Vash’s shirt, muscle jumping in his jaw as he grinds his teeth.
Fuck you, fuck you, fuckyou, f-fuck, god—!
He drags his eyes up and over Vash’s shoulder one last time and… oh. Oh, fuck .
Wide blue-gray eyes look back at him, eyebrows raised high, a blush across cheeks and nose working to hide numerous freckles. The person has over-ear headphones on but is clearly aware of what they’re doing. Nick can’t even curse, burying his face in Vash’s collar as his hips jerk and he cums right then and there.
The blonde gasps, unprepared, sudden bursts of semen hitting the underside of his cock before splattering down to the floor between them. Vash follows directly after, fisting his cock before pressing the head into Nick’s abdomen. Thick ropes of seed burst out against his skin before flowing down, soaking dark curls and the base of his own length before pooling in dark silk. It’s fucking filthy.
Nick very nearly whimpers, handholds shaking. Vash reaches to urge his spend down below his pantyline before pulling the other man’s hand away so the elastic snaps back into position. He wipes his fingers across the front. Wolfwood’s legs are shaking even as the blonde corrects his clothes and belt for him before tending to his own. In only moments they’re back to looking respectable and Vash tilts his head to press a soft kiss into his temple.
He’s leaning most of his weight into him, Nick knows, but he truly can’t be assed to care. Instead he lazily wraps his arms around the other man under his suit jacket and leans into his warmth, trying to get used to the wet in his underwear. He attempts to shift his thighs close together to try and avoid ruining his suit pants but fuck, that death certificate had been signed as soon as Vash had handed him the panties.
With a tired hum, Wolfwood looks over his partner’s shoulder one last time. Blue-grey is now facing away but Nick can still see red spreading from their cheeks up into their ears hidden by those headphones.
Vash takes up that idle pattern of rubbing his back once again and so he allows it, letting his eyes close while they wait to reach their destination.