A Deal You Can\'t Refuse

Their meeting with Shimada ended on a friendly note, the latter inviting them to stop by anytime and instructing them to leave by the main entrance and to take the subway for security reasons. He did have many enemies, so they respected his wishes. They had the misfortune of hitting the subway at rush hour when people were pushed into the cars like cattle by white-gloved attendants, and stood crowded like sardines inside. Ordinarily Vegeta would have made room in his way, but they had to remain discrete. The subway entered a long, dark tunnel and no one could see much. Vegeta managed to find a strap overhead though he was pressed face to the wall, but Goten did not, and thus pressed against Vegeta’s back was obliged to latch onto him. The sharp turns at high speeds jostled everyone in every direction, so Goten gave up and hugged onto Vegeta around his ribcage. Himself unable to move, Vegeta glanced sharply over his shoulder. “What are you doing?” “I have no strap,” Goten replied. Just being near Vegeta put him in all his states, and being thus pressed against him made him so horny he couldn’t see straight. It brought him a little comfort that he could at least hold him and placed his head on his back. Vegeta’s legs were slightly apart, and when Goten inevitably hardened, his arousal fit snuggly exactly where he wished he could be, or almost. Close enough to make his breathing uneven and he had to make a conscious effort not to move. Vegeta stilled, feeling what was pressed to him where, as well as Goten’s entire body, but told himself it was nothing and not to embarass him more than he surely already was. Goten’s initial embarassment faded quickly and he began to sweat. Just how long was this tunnel? But Vegeta had said nothing and was as trapped against the wall of the subway car as Goten was trapped against him. Taking advantage of the darkness, Goten let his eyes close with a sigh. It felt so good to hold Vegeta in such an intimate way, and the thrills of pleasure coursing through him made him barely aware of caressing him while writhing sensuously against him, vividly imagining taking him for real up against the wall. First slowly and gently, then hard and rough, and he would not stop until he had him ecstatically moaning his name… “Cut it out,” Vegeta protested, his breathing having become uneven, “Are you insane?” Dark or not, they were in public. “Yes,” Goten whispered huskily, grinding his crotch harder against Vegeta’s muscular ass. He fit so perfectly, wedged snuggly yet teasingly, and barely realized that he was grinding so hard he pressed Vegeta into the wall with each empty but desiring thrust. “Stop it,” Vegeta hissed, the tone of his voice a vast contrast to his words. If he tried to stop Goten, it would draw attention to them, a thought much more horrifying than the contractions beginning to swirl in his own loins were overwhelming. Goten would not stop, and Vegeta was dismayed at how thrillingly exciting he suddenly found it to be forcefully groped and grinded into the wall, dangerously nearing climax in the public presence of so many unsuspecting witnesses in the hands of the sexy demi Saiyan he secretly fantasized about. For so long Vegeta had sworn to himself that no one would ever know about his treasured fantasies, which would somehow be ruined and sullied by their knowledge, especially Goten. It was so dirty, so wrong, when shoved out into the cruel light of reality… then how was it, his mind supplied, that it felt so thrilling and so natural right now? Goten pressed his lips to the side of Vegeta’s throat, one hand snaking around to feel the hard, throbbing bulge in his pants, wrenching from Vegeta a defeated moan. “Want me to make you come?” his sultry voice whispered. Vegeta nodded mindlessly, all rational thought gone. Goten’s hips grinded harder, forcing Vegeta harder against the wall, this time into his hand that was teasingly kneading his aching hardness at the same time, the vibration of the subway electrifying it all. A muffled groan escaped Vegeta, who was now grinding back against Goten and foreward into the vibrating wall and his kneading hand, both which increased now. His lips were parted in short pants, his eyes half closed. He could more intensely feel the vibrations of the subway car wall in electric jolts along his rigid length, his balls clamoring for release. His whole being ached as much as Goten’s own for only one thing now. “Come for me now, Vegeta,” Goten whispered between halting pants. That did it. His words hit their mark, and both their bodies convulsed as their climax hit them hard in such dazzling contractions of ecstasy that they had to bite their tongues to silently ride the shocks of pleasure before they relaxed in stunned afterglow. Euphoria. Perfection… * TBC in part 4…