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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gundam_Build_Fighters
  Relationship:
      mob/Sakai_Minato
  Character:
      Sakai_Minato
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-20 Words: 3681
****** Funds ******
by Lady_Harken
Summary
     Minato, in the middle of some gunpla funding issues, makes an off-
     hand suggestion to a stranger in the train and ends up getting more
     than he bargained for.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Gunpla was a reasonably cheap hobby - even a kid could afford a common kit and
the most basic tools. The 'hobby' word was where it ended, Minato thought to
himself as he grumpily slid the subway entry card through the reader. He was a
professional, best of the best, to the point where he could get fame and money
with his works if he wanted to.
Purely making profit was against the teaching of his school, though - it was
supposed to be fun. His skills had demand, though, and he certainly didn't
build the customs he got ordered for free. It would've gone against his
personal work ethic to charge a customer beforehand, though. This one would be
for a well-known gunpla collector, anyway, and he wasn't about to charge them
anything before it was certain that the product was perfect.
The absolute perfecting and what he had in mind required custom parts, which
was why he was heading out today. He made it down the escalator to the platform
and stopped to wait for the next train, going through what he needed in his
mind. What he needed to find were five different kits that contained the parts
he was after, including the one to use as the base. The order he had was
complicated and demanding, but also something only he could make.
The easy answer would've been to custom build all the parts he was missing from
plastic plates, but this also went against his pride - it wasn't real gunpla if
he made all the parts himself, now was it? If he needed to buy several kits
just for the parts, so be it. The remaining extra parts from said kits he could
always find use for later - but the fact remained that his current parts
selection didn't have what he needed.
The few most common kits he could get for a couple of hundred yen each, he
calculated, even cheaper if he managed to find just the couple of runners he
needed from them. The two somewhat rarer ones would cost him maybe two thousand
yen total, give or take, but the rarest one, which he absolutely needed since
it was going to be the main kit for this one... He frowned deeper at the
thought and wondered what his customer had been thinking when insisting on that
one, since the base was a limited edition kit. This would cost four thousand
yen minimum if he was lucky; at least six if he wasn't. The fact remained that
this shopping trip was going to get expensive, and he really wasn't sure if he
could afford all the kits needed for these parts.
Not to mention the effect paint, and all the... His thoughts were interrupted
by the train arriving, and he followed the flow of people wanting to enter the
train. It was an early train and packed at this early hour, full of commuters.
"Hey, watch it," he grumbled at the few closest people who squished him against
the wall. The train car was filling up quickly, annoyingly so.
What kind of an idea had it been to take this train anyway, he thought to
himself; of course it was going to be busy. Should've waited till later, but he
wanted to get to work with the kits and - he wasn't even finished with his
thought as even more people got in, and Minato found himself pushed tightly
against the wall. Just great, but not like it could get much worse anymore, he
figured as the doors closed and the train started moving.
Two seconds later, as he felt someone's hand petting his ass, he decided things
could definitely get worse.
It wasn't just because the train was packed, that was obvious. This moron was
definitely petting his ass and pushing himself against him. Not the first time
he'd been mistaken for a girl; Minato sighed, calculating exactly how hard to
elbow this idiot into the stomach to get him to stop. Then again, usually just
pointing out he was a guy worked - or, he decided with a bit of a grin as the
man slipped his hand around him, advancing towards his crotch - he could just
let nature do its course. With where this guy's hand was going, the bastard was
in for a surprise.
The groping hand reached its target a second later, and just as Minato grinned
a bit wider and expected the guy to pull his hand off and quickly move away in
embarrassment for finding his target wasn't a girl... The stranger's fingers
paused for a second then traced the outline of Minato's dick.
What, was the first thing that came into his mind, and Minato then glanced down
at the offending hand fondling him. Bastard sure had a nice wristwatch, he
noted, annoyed. The guy was into fondling boys, after all? A very nice watch, a
very expensive looking watch. Who even wore a wristwatch these days, outside to
show off that they could afford an expensive one? As the guy behind him
squished himself even closer, and Minato could feel the man's hard-on against
himself, the frown on his face turned into a wicked grin.
"Hey, old man," he whispered, nodding his head back just a little so the guy
heard him. "You got two options; you either slip a few thousand yen bills into
my pocket and I continue to pretend nothing's going on. Or, I could also scream
and make sure everyone knows you're a pervert. How about it?"
The man froze for a second; he then removed his hand, and just as Minato was
about to sigh from relief and ignore the whole thing, that hand returned,
stopped in front of his face to quickly show two smooth two-thousand yen bills
to him before sticking them into the pocket of the orange coat he wore. Had he
just seen fancy novelty two-thousand yen bills? Who even used those? Minato
blinked and reached to try his pocket, feeling the bills in there. Had this guy
just...?
Considering the large hand with the very nice watch went back to Minato's
crotch to fondle him, and the guy was still squished against him and feeling
quite damn aroused, the conclusion was quite clear. This guy had just bought
his silence and was going to continue whatever the hell he had been planning on
doing.
There was always the option of screaming anyway, though Minato reconsidered
that quick. He didn't want to attract attention, not with this guy's fingers
rubbing his crotch - not to mention there was the annoying part of feeling
himself turning hard under the touch. Two thousand yen wasn't that bad a deal
for letting some moron give him a hand job while grinding himself against him,
Minato decided. All he needed to do was to keep quiet and make sure nobody
noticed.
Somebody had already noticed, he found a second later, that somebody being
another man in a business suit on his right side. Minato wouldn't have noticed
otherwise, but this guy was shoving a pair of thousand yen notes in his
direction, and as he blinked and stopped to look at the bills, the guy reached
out with his free hand and took Minato's hand, drawing it to his crotch. Great,
another pervert with a hard-on for molesting boys, was Minato's first thought -
his second was, right as the second pervert hastily stuck those two bills into
Minato's coat pocket, that his custom gunpla funding problems were suddenly
quickly taking care of themselves, very conveniently so.
Pervert number one was still quite at it, except he was getting bolder and was
unzipping Minato's pants at this point; pervert number two reached to unzip his
own meanwhile and cupped his hand over Minato's, pushing his hand against his
dick. Disgusting, maybe, Minato wasn't sure. It was just some old pervert, and
it wasn't like it was Minato's first time touching a man's private parts. After
all, he had one of these things himself, he thought as he wrapped his fingers
around pervert number two's erection.
He definitely had one of these himself; pervert number one was eagerly stroking
him while grinding himself against Minato, and he was quickly coming to the
conclusion that Mr. Nice Wristwatch certainly wasn't doing this for the first
time. The guy's touch was quite skilled, in the end, and it felt good. Too damn
good, because they were in a crowded train.
Right then, the train came to a stop, and Minato found himself alarmed. He
wasn't standing near a door, but there was still a chance someone would notice
with people moving around - and here he stood with one guy's hand in his pants
and with his own hand covering another guy's dick. His perverted companions
seemed slightly alert as well, at least, and paused their actions while a few
people left the train and a couple of more forced their way into the already
over-packed car.
The crowd around them shifted, and Minato ended up in the corner. It suited him
just fine right now, since it kept him out of the sight. The doors closed a
moment later, and the train started to move again. This also seemed to be the
cue for the two perverts to grind themselves against him again, and since he
had somewhat agreed to it already, Minato went back to rubbing the second guy's
dick. The first guy was happily stroking him, which was actually getting quite
intolerable. The way this guy varied the pressure and rubbed him; he really was
damn good at it.
Damn it all... Minato gritted his teeth, struggling a bit to stay silent and
forcing himself to focus on touching the guy on his side. The train picked up
speed quick. It also turned a little bit, which almost made him lose balance,
but his first perverted friend was more than happy to pull him against himself
and keep him up.
If anyone actually noticed what was happening, Minato wasn't giving a damn
anymore. He took a better hold of the second pervert's hard-on and rubbed it at
the same pace as his first molesting friend stroked him. The guy was still
grinding himself against Minato as well, which was also starting to feel
intolerably good for some reason. If there was anything more humiliating than
this, Minato couldn't come up with it right now; two complete strangers
molesting him in a crowded train and he didn't even have enough space to see
their faces.
Pervert with the nice wristwatch continued his touches, so damn good that
Minato just closed his eyes and decided it didn't matter if he didn't know
these guys. What mattered was that he was getting off from this, and hey, if it
was good and he was making bit of money on the side, who the hell cared.
His other perverted companion tensed up a bit then stuck a tissue next to
Minato's hand, and Minato opened his eyes and looked at it, taking the hint.
Sure, if the guy was gonna finish, might just as well keep it as clean as
possible. If his other partner had the same idea... Well, if the guy messed his
pants while grinding himself against him, Minato wasn't about to care.
He was losing track of time; the train picked up a bit of speed then was
slowing down again, and he felt hot, quite bothered, was still stroking some
businessman who was grunting something quiet under his breath and pressing
himself against Minato's hand. Pervert number one kept fondling him meanwhile,
the strokes so precise and skilled, and Minato bit his lip, not about to screw
up everything by making noise now. It was turning to be rather difficult
though; the touches were so damn good and he wasn't going to last.
"Nnnggh..." At that very moment the guy with the nice watch slapped his hand
over Minato's mouth. It obscured his breathing while at it, but Minato wasn't
giving a damn as he came all over the guy's hand. He would've lost balance, but
the combination of being squished in the corner and this guy holding him took
care of that issue.
The man lowered his hand from Minato's face, and he found himself gasping for
breath, leaning against the wall and barely noticing that his second pervert
partner finished right about then. Minato wasn't caring; the train stopped
right then, the door opened, and the last he saw of Mr. Business Suit was that
the guy raised the suitcase he had been carrying to cover his crotch and
vanished outside. Mr. Nice Wristwatch meanwhile handed him a package of
tissues, and without a word, he was gone as well. The crowd shifted; some
people left, some entered, and Minato stood there leaning against the wall,
trying to process the whole thing.
Well, hadn't been too bad, he decided as he took a tissue out of the pack and
wiped himself a little. He was six thousand yen richer and had gotten off in
the process, and nobody had noticed a thing. Probably. He wasn't absolutely
sure, but the people around him - there were still some of the same people that
had been there, he figured - didn't look at him and nobody acted out of normal
in any way.
The doors closed, the train started moving again, there were too many people
and Minato idly wondered if this had been his stop. Or was it the next one?
Didn't matter right now. This was over and he could get back to his gunpla
shopping plans. This definitely took care of at least half his issues.
A man squished next to him placed his hand on Minato's shoulder, and he snapped
out of it to look - this guy, wait this guy had definitely been here from his
first stop. Had he noticed something? Minato frowned a little and prepared to
dismiss the guy if he was planning on asking if he was okay or something stupid
like that - only to find that the guy was holding up money. A bill, with a lot
of zeroes on it.
Was that a ten thousand yen bill? Minato did a double take on the thing, for
the split second it was in his view, as a moment later the guy had already
placed it in his hand and gently guided his hand to the pocket where he already
had the other bills. He had already dealt with two perverts, and here was
another, willing to pay him extra? What the hell was up with this train today,
full of perverts? That, and more people had heard his first comment than he had
meant to hear it, he guessed.
The next thought to cross his mind of course was that this guy wasn't going to
settle for just some touching with this kind of money. To question it or not,
he wondered, except the train started moving again right on that moment, and
the rich guy behind him stuck his hands under Minato's coat, tugging his
already opened pants lower and the coat out of the way in the back.
"Wait-" Minato muttered under his breath, but a second later he realized the
guy's dick was out and against his ass. At least the guy had a condom on, which
felt somewhat slick, providing some lube. Before he managed to reconsider if he
wanted to resist or not, the rich bastard's knee was between his legs, pushing
them apart a tiny bit, and next up, there were fingers against his ass, guiding
the guy's hard-on as he pressed the tip into Minato.
...Fucking hell... Minato clenched his teeth and forced himself to stay silent
as he sought for support from the wall. Screaming at this point was a stupid
idea, and he managed to relax just enough that the pervert could press deeper.
Not the biggest he'd ever had, Minato thought almost ironically.
It hurt; of course it hurt, though it wasn't too bad and as the guy paused for
a moment, Minato managed to adjust a little. He took a few deep breaths and
closed his eyes, propping his hands against the wall for support. He felt how
the train was moving; this guy behind him moved slightly as well, putting his
hands on Minato's waist and slowly rocking him against himself, pressing in
with each move. How the hell nobody noticed, Minato didn't know, but he was
beyond caring.
The first guy rubbing his hard-on against him had been enough, he mentally
admitted, enough to make him want something more. Not exactly like this, or
more like, not here and not from another rich moron who liked to fuck younger
guys in the train where damn anyone could've caught them if they had paid any
attention. It didn't change the fact that he was hard again and wanted to get
off really bad.
To make the experience even more mortifying, the train slowed down again and
came to a stop, and the mass of commuters moved back and forth again, a lot of
them leaving the train but plenty of people entering as well. The pervert held
still for now; Minato clenched his eyes shut and just hoped nobody noticed.
They weren't that obvious anyway, were they - just some old bastard squishing
some younger guy against the wall while trying to stay away from the crowd,
right?
The annoying long pause which seemed to last forever came to an end eventually;
the moment the train started moving again, so did this bastard pressing his
dick into Minato, repeatedly and with obvious intent to finish what he had
started. Not that this pervert was the only one who wanted something out of it,
and humiliating as it was, Minato stuck his right hand lower to stroke himself.
His coat was in the way and he was against the wall, he decided. Nobody looked
or cared anyway, so it didn't matter if he was - his thoughts turned into an
incoherent mess as his partner pressed closer, deeper, and it felt quite damn
great and Minato stopped thinking. He gritted his teeth and tried to breathe
normally somehow, which wasn't exactly an easy task in the current situation.
Did they stop at another station? Or did the train just turn again? It was a
blur, and Minato just did his best to keep focus; to breathe, to keep himself
standing. Above all his priority was to stroke himself and press against the
guy's movements to his best ability while still trying to remain as
unnoticeable as possible. Slight movement was all it took anyway, the train's
soft rocking movement only adding to it.
Some tiny sane corner of his mind told him he should stick another tissue to
his crotch before making a mess of something else than just his underwear. It
felt like his hand was shaking, but he managed to do so, just before the whole
thing turned out to be enough for him. He pressed his forehead against the wall
and hoped he wouldn't blank out from finishing.
It felt damn good to get off; his partner still continued pressing against him,
but Minato wasn't giving a damn right now. He had enough trouble standing up;
as the thought hit him, he found himself grinning. Had that guy's dick not been
in his ass, he would've probably just slumped against the wall at this point.
The whole thing came to an end almost as quickly as it had started, and Minato
gasped for breath as he felt his partner pulling away, and right then the train
slowed down and came to a stop a moment later. People started moving again, and
Minato forced himself to recover from what had just happened. He pulled his
pants up and zipped them quickly, ignoring any possible mess for now. His
perverted companion had already vanished into the flow of people heading out of
the train, and right now, Minato felt like he needed to get out.
This wasn't his stop, but that didn't matter right now. He could catch another
train to the direction he needed to be going later, or perhaps even wait until
the busiest commuter hour was over to make his trip a little more comfortable.
He made it outside, following the crew heading out of the car then stopped on
the platform.
The first thing he needed to do was to try clean himself a bit, and he made it
into the station's public bathroom and locked himself in a stall. He had enough
tissues to take care of the worst, and it wasn't too bad in the end. Nothing
visible on his clothes, which saved him some trouble. Could always stick what
he had been wearing into laundry when he got back home.
He took a deep breath and leaned against the wall, then dug out the bills from
his coat pocket. Two thousand yen bills, a pair of fancy two-thousand yen ones,
one ten thousand yen bill. Sixteen thousand total, more than enough to take
care of whatever kits he needed to buy for the custom. Minato grinned widely as
he counted the bills again before digging out his wallet and sticking them in.
The customer was also going to pay him for the finished work, so he was
definitely making profit, here.
His master might've disapproved of this, he mentally admitted, but the old man
didn't need to know any of this. It was a win-win, in the end. Three strangers
it might've been, but who cared about details. They were at fault, not him, he
hadn't done anything wrong. The fact that it had been a public place, with as
many people as there were around was a bit embarrassing, but since nobody had
noticed, it had worked out fine.
Besides, Minato thought as he fixed his clothes and prepared to continue on his
merry way. It wasn't like he was ever going to end up doing something like this
again.
End.
End Notes
     Sakai Minato pleases old men for Gunpla money!
     Happy birthday, Chika!
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