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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Kirishima_Eijirou/Midoriya_Izuku
  Character:
      Midoriya_Izuku, Kirishima_Eijirou
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Frottage, Train_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-20 Words: 1635
****** Pushers ******
by clairesail
Summary
     Midoriya bumps into Kirishima on the train, then Kirishima bumps into
     him... again and again.
Notes
     based off a series of tweets between me and Jen, and this beautiful
     art_by_them
     please everyone join the KiriDeku train... it has sweet, sweaty boys
     dry humping each other it's a great ship.
See the end of the work for more notes
Midoriya stifles a yawn as he boards the express train into Tokyo.
 
It’s rush hour and there’s hardly a free spot left in the car for him to wedge
himself in through, but it can’t be helped. The local trains would be less
crowded, but if he’s to make it to his internship on time he has to take the
faster options, even if it means being jam-packed into the car like sardines in
a tin.
 
He finds himself pressed against the glass of the door, it being the only free
space left after the pushers helped shoved on the remaining passengers. Well,
it’s only a few stops away. Some of the other students have much longer
commutes to their internships.
 
Just as he’s settling in to zone out and try to ignore all the different smells
and bodies pressing up against him, Midoriya hears a familiar voice.
 
“Midoriya? Hey!”
 
Kirishima shimmies over from a few people away, squeezing past several put-out
looking salarymen, his hair and smile bright as ever. He stops once he’s
directly behind Midoriya so he can speak more quietly and not disturb the other
passengers.
 
“Kirishima!” Midoriya says in a soft voice, “I didn’t know you took this
train?”
 
“Fatgum’s having me meet him in the city for a special mission… I’m not
supposed to say anything more about it, but I’ll be going into Tokyo after
class the rest of the week.”
 
“Oh, really? We can take the train together then!” Midoriya says excitedly,
then blushes when he realizes that they are, in fact, already taking the train
together. Kirishima chuckles lightly.
 
“Yeah, we sure can. Is it always this busy when you go?”
 
Midoriya shrugs his shoulders as if to say  ‘what can you do’ . “It’s rush
hour.”
 
“Ah, yeah.”
 
They both take out their phones then, falling into comfortable silence as they
text and scroll through their social media accounts. The gentle hum of the
train flying over the tracks lulls Midoriya into a rare state of
thoughtlessness. He stares into the glass door, looking at his reflection, eyes
flicking up and over his shoulder to look at Kirishima. His brows are furrowed,
sharp teeth digging into his lower lip cutely as he types something into his
phone with both hands. Red eyes meet Midoriya’s green ones and having been
caught, he smiles shyly.
 
Then the train jostles. Kirishima falls forward, catching himself against the
glass door with one hand, entire body pressed flush with Midoriya’s back. It’s
awkward, but Midoriya chooses not to comment on it. It’s not like anyone would
choose to be in this situation if they had a choice; it’s just a necessary part
of commuting via train. Better to be pressed up against a friend than a
stranger, right?
 
Neither one says anything, and soon they’re both back to zoning out, paying no
mind to the other passengers nearby. Kirishima is back to scrolling through his
phone, and after another strong lurch as the train passes over bumpy track,
Kirishima is practically pushing against Midoriya.
 
And there’s something  hard  slotted in the cleft of Midoriya’s ass.
 
Hard. And long. And with every minute bump in the train car, it rubs between
his cheeks.
 
Midoriya feels sweat begin to bead at his temple. It’s warm in the train, the
combination of dozens of different people’s body odor and heat all morphing
into one mixture and the swaying of the train is dizzying. Midoriya leans his
head against the glass, inhaling deeply through his mouth to try to clear his
head.
 
It’s just Kirishima’s phone inside his front pocket, Midoriya tells himself,
but when he glances at the reflection in the glass and sees Kirishima’s phone
in his hand, his face burns. It’s not his phone. That means it has to be…
 
The train makes a hard turn and suddenly Kirishima is falling forward again,
hands on either side of Midoriya’s face and Kirishima’s mouth brushing against
his ear. His breath fans out hot against his neck and sweat drips down
Midoriya’s face. Watching their reflection in the glass of the door, he sees as
Kirishima opens his mouth and his sharp teeth graze Midoriya’s earlobe.
 
“Sorry,” Kirishima mumbles, cheeks pink. He gives an awkward laugh and a shiver
runs down Midoriya’s back as Kirishima’s gaze drags down the length of
Midoriya’s body.
 
Does he have any idea what he’s doing? Midoriya wonders. Kirishima doesn’t move
his face or his body any more, still pressed completely against the other, lips
ghosting lightly along the back of his neck, along the sensitive skin behind
his ear. Mortified, he realizes he’s hard, too, and if he leans back into
Kirishima’s chest just a fraction, Kirishima would be able to see his erection
pressed against the glass.
 
He’s not that brave, though. He’s not even entirely sure Kirishima is aware of
what’s happening. But then the train lurches again and his cock rocks against
the crook of Midoriya’s ass and Kirishima gasps.
 
“Bumpy ride, huh?” He says, breathless, the pink of his cheeks darker now.
Midoriya turns his head to peek up at Kirishima, and he’s so close, if he just
reached up on his tippy-toes he could press his mouth against those soft -
 
Wait, where are these thoughts coming from? Blushing scarlet, Midoriya jerks
his head forward and nods shakily. “Really bumpy.” He agrees, not trusting
himself to say more.
 
One of Kirishima’s hand snakes down to grip Midoriya’s hip after the train
turns again, and Midoriya can almost convince himself he did it only to keep
his balance if it weren’t for the fact that Kirishima certainly,  definitely ,
just moaned right in Midoriya’s ear. And now his hips are grinding against his
backside in a rhythm that doesn’t match the movements of the train at all, he’s
humping against Midoriya’s ass faster and harder, and Midoriya should be
embarrassed, should feel  violated.
 
But Kirishima is cute. He’s kind, he’s heroic, and Midoriya finds he doesn’t
mind one bit. He can’t think straight, his mind a jumble of conflicting
feelings and thoughts, but with one concern overriding all the others: his
cock, throbbing and aching in his pants and pressing deliciously against the
door of the train car, too hard but not  enough  all at once. All he has the
presence of mind to do is try to keep the noise down, the little gasps and
squeaks that sneak out instead of the full-blown moans he wants to let out.
 
Kirishima is heavy and hot against his back, his face red with shame, the both
of them hyper aware of all the other passengers on the train, how close they
all are to them. A single look their way could mean discovery - and they’ve
both had their pictures in the paper, getting caught dry humping on the train
is absolutely not an option.
 
And yet, neither of them move to stop this.
 
In fact, Midoriya thinks the public setting is what’s making this so fucking
hot. He reaches a hand down to palm at his cock but someone else is already
there, taking his dick in their hand. Midoriya glances up in the glass, meeting
Kirishima’s eyes.
 
“This train ride is wild, yeah? How are you feeling, Midoriya?”
 
And as Kirishima’s large hand carefully, slowly strokes and squeezes and palms
at his cock through the rough materials of his slacks, Midoriya realizes this
is his way of asking for his consent.
 
Midoriya nods, legs trembling from arousal. “It’s...it’s an exciting commute,
today.”
 
Kirishima smiles broadly, laughing into Midoriya’s hair, teeth grazing his ear
and closing around to suckle on his earlobe.
 
He clamps a hand over his mouth then as Kirishima works his cock over faster,
the combination of the hot, sharp teeth digging into his ear, breath moist and
warm puffing against the side of his face, and the foreign feeling of someone
else - not just someone else, but his friend - touching him, shoving him over
the edge towards his release. The front of Midoriya’s underwear splatters hot
and sticky with cum, his eyes squeezing shut as he rides out his orgasm,
reveling in the shameless way Kirishima pants in his ear, fucks himself against
Midoriya’s rear. One more strong jolt from the train and Kirishima is groaning
low and deep against the back of his neck, grip on Midoriya’s hip bruising, his
whole body shuddering and trembling.
 
The haze from lust now having dissipated, Midoriya opens his eyes and glances
around nervously, eyes flickering over each passenger nearby to see if any of
them noticed what just took place mere feet away. But no one looks their way,
and the next thing Midoriya knows it’s his stop. He excuses himself and
squeezes through, stepping out onto the platform and into a rush of fresh, cool
air.
 
Kirishima is next to him, and he smiles bashfully, bringing a hand to rub at
the back of his neck. “Sorry about that.” He says, looking down, and Midoriya
waves his hands in front of himself reassuringly.
 
“No, no, it’s - it’s alright, Kirishima-kun.”
 
The awkward silence between them stretches, commuters bustling around them in a
rush to get home. The cum in Midoriya’s pants is cooling and it’s starting to
get uncomfortable, and he spots the public toilets further down the platform.
 
“I’m going to, ah -” He motions down towards the bathrooms and Kirishima
follows his gesture.
 
“Oh! Uh, let me help you!”
 
Midoriya’s sure he can’t be any redder. “H-help?”
 
But Kirishima looks pretty embarrassed himself. “Yeah, we can clean each other
up. If… that’s ok with you.”
 
Midoriya blinks at him, jittery elation replacing the embarrassment from a
moment before. He nods, and the pair of them start to make their way towards
the toilets.
 
“You know, Kirishima, maybe we should commute together more often.”
 
End Notes
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