Breaks on the Train

Poorly Written by: BrokeTheGames

It was a simple enough plan. Get your boyfriend Barry to submit a job application to the Mirage Express, put in a good word for him, and then finally have jobs that didn't require you two to rarely see each other.

The writing on the envelope was hard to read with how hard his hands shook, and gently you place your hands over the Quokka's. "Barry, you need to open it before you'll know if you got hired." His eyes flick up from the paper to yours, and you can see the faintest blush on his cheeks as he takes in your words.

The paper tears, contents withdrawn, and you know the results as soon as you see his eyes grow wide and shine. Any attempts to ask are made moot as he throws himself against you, practically crushing you in a hug as his face presses into your shirt. "Finally-" it's whispered, barely audible- "-no more stupid schedule differences." The hug ends as he pulls back, and you lean down to meet him in a kiss. It feels so good to finally do this with him after months, and you can already see that heat in his eyes; heat that you have to, disappointingly, refuse to ignite. Carefully, you take the acceptance letter from him, and make a point of tapping it as you place it on the table.

"I know you want to make up for lost time tonight, and Gaia, so do I, but we have to wait just a little longer-" the light in his eyes dim a little, so you kiss him again, between his ears. You refuse to let him sink already "-you're barely standing, and your first day is tomorrow. It'll be easy work though, just us and the old man, something to get you settled-" another kiss, one that he leans into as his hands grab yours "-and after that, I promise. Just the two of us."



Waking up on time for work, even with the knowledge that you'd be with your boyfriend, is hard. If anything, waking up to Barry still in your arms instead of the cold emptiness made it even harder to get out of bed. It takes all your willpower to force yourself to get up, the soft whines from the warmth in your arms makes your heart ache; yet, you both have a job to do.

"Come on, Barry; you need to get out of bed while we have enough time to actually take it slow." He whines and clutches a pillow, then the blankets, but finally relents on dragging himself out of bed. You let him have the shower first, pressing a kiss to his cheek while he just mumbles incomprehensible complaints. Joining him would be tempting, but you know neither of you would be making it out at a reasonable time if you did; instead you distract yourself with getting things ready for him. Simple clothes for him laid out on the bed before you move on to getting your own uniform out.

Idly, as you stare at the green coat, you imagine how Barry will look in his; how the fabric will contour to his body. The pants straining against his hips-

As gracefully as you can, you smack yourself to get rid of the thoughts. They plague you despite it, though. The pancakes you make a bit darker than you'd like as your attention pulls towards thoughts of Barry in just an unbuttoned coat; eggs barely saved as you imagine him with just that bowtie loosely around his neck, arms back over the conductor's chair with his legs spread. It's almost a blessing when he comes downstairs, fur dried and fluffed and fully dressed. You're certain you can feel his eyes on you as you bolt upstairs to take your own shower, icy water the cure for the heat coiling inside you.

When you finally, finally, manage to get yourself composed and dressed, it's time for the two of you to head out. The early morning sun greets you both as you leave your home, the faintest breeze trailing by as the two of you begin your walk. Your hands naturally slip into each other, and you can feel him press against you just the smallest bit. It's peaceful, something you've longed for since you two met years ago. Words aren't needed as you two walk, the sounds of the city waking up around you more than enough to fill in for the words unsaid.

By the time you reach the Station, Barry has gone from leaning into you gently to resting his head against your shoulder, and your arm has gone around his side to pull him close. It's nearly a repeat of getting him out of bed when you pull away, the barest tug of a frown on his face as you lead him through an employee door.

The rest of the morning is a blur.

You remember the Conductor meeting you both, with you telling the old dog that you'll miss him after today's trip. You remember the look in his eyes as he gazed out at the train, explaining the history he had with it to Barry. You remember him patting you on the shoulder, telling you that today was a bit different, and to get things started for today's event while he helped get 'the new hire' into uniform. You go on autopilot after you watch the two walk off into a different room, heading out and onto the train to get to work.

Inspect the Conductor's Room for any issues, routine check of the engine room for any issues, check the cargo bays to ensure everything is up to standard. It's all menial, and it's enough to distract you from the time. You don't even realize how long you've taken, finishing up with sweeping a guest car, before you hear Barry call out to you. You dump the trash into the bin, and turn to greet him-

Your words die in your throat. The dustpan slips from your hand. Everything feels like it's steadily getting hotter.

He's wearing a skirt.

It hugs his hips, the curves pushing the fabric up higher than intended, and you can feel something inside of you starting to crack as he walks towards you. It stops just below his thighs, moving with the sway of his hips, and you don't realize just how hard you're staring until something gently pushes your head to look up. You see the rest of his uniform, how it hugs his frame better than your own thoughts provided, and the feeling in you gets worse.

"S-So, you like it?"

It snaps you out of your shameful stupor, his green eyes staring into yours, and you force a fake cough as you look away. "Y-Yeah, just didn't expect you to wear the- did you, grab that uniform on purpose?"

He gives you a look, eyes darkening just a bit, as he pushes himself against you. A singsonged "Maybe~" is all he gives before he's kissing you. A gloved hand hooks itself behind your head to keep you from pulling away, and it's only the sound of the door at the back of the car opening that saves you.
The chatter of the party's guests fill the space, and the last thing you see before he heads off to greet them is a flirty wink that makes you all too aware of the straining need in your pants.




It doesn't get easier.

If anything, it gets worse.

The guests have a 'Murder Mystery', and you watch as Barry is dragged along by the group's 'Detective' to help solve the crime. At first you think it'd be a distraction, keep his teasing away from you.

Except you always catch him bent over, either looking under seats or tables, and you know he's doing it on purpose when his tail lifts, raising his skirt so you catch the smallest glimpse of his ass every time. After you go through the first train car, you feel a bit warm; after the second car, your pants start to hurt.

After the third car, you throw yourself into the nearest employee supply closet and collapse against the shelves.

You press your hands against your eyes, counting your breaths as you try to force yourself to focus on your work. You've got guests to entertain, so you focus on memorizing their names you've overheard, the 'jobs' they have for the game. It works, slowly, and you can feel yourself calm down.

Until someone gently grab your wrists and pull your hands away from your face.

Barry stands in front of you, between your legs, and there's nothing that can hide the hunger in his eyes. You don't even get a chance to stop him before he's on you, the kiss needy as he pulls you against him by your coat. He tastes sweet, like peaches, and it's enough to make your mind go fuzzy when he breaks away.

"I need this- need you so bad-" the button on your pants is undone with skill, and you can't even argue against it. "The way you looked at me, in this uniform-" one of his hands slips past the waistband of your pants, palming you through the fabric of your underwear. It's shameful how hard everything is making you, the taboo of public sex, the risk of getting caught, and your normally shy partner taking lead. It's enough to make the need hurt.

"-Just, please- I need to feel you again." Your cock is freed as he pulls your underwear down, letting the clothing fall around your ankles as he sinks to his knees. Any protests are promptly silenced as he takes you to the base in a fluid motion, and you choke at the sudden warmth. You're bigger than average, both of you know that, and for him to take it all in one go-

You shudder, getting worse as he pulls off with a soft 'pop'. He gives the tip a kiss before he reaches under the band of the skirt. His underwear falls to his ankles; then, he's pressed up against you again.

"I love you so much, so please, we both need this so bad."

He kisses you again, and you relent. Hands reach down to grab his cheeks, your fingers digging into his plump ass while you carefully lift him up. His own hand holds your cock steady, keeping it still while your tip presses against him. Then, you let him drop.

You let out a soft groan while he muffles a moan into your shoulder. The warmth of him, the feeling of finally doing this with him after so long. Your body feels like it's on fire. His legs move to wrap around your waist, keeping you close as you begin to move. You pound into him deeply, slowly, drawing it out so he can get used to being filled.

It's only when he starts to try going faster on his own do you pick up the pace. Fucking him faster, holding him in a perverse hug. It's intimate in an almost sinful way, and you can't help but kiss him again when he moves his head. His taste, his need, it all leads to you pressing him against the wall away from the door and pick up the pace. His claws scratch uselessly at your back, blocked by his gloves.

His own cock throbs dangerously under his skirt, and when you shift a little, the tip of your cock slamming home against something sensitive, he cums hard, the fabric darkening as it splatters against his crotch instead.

But you don't stop, your own pounding getting rougher as you feel yourself grow close. Coiling pressure building up, driving you to rut him harder and harder. His orgasm is continued by a second, more of his seed spilling against himself, down his legs and onto the floor, and he pulls you closer.
"P-Please- mmffff- c-cum in me, I love you-!"

Something inside you snaps, and you hilt in him as you reach your peak. Rope after rope of your pent up need fills him, and he moans into his arm, the other hanging limply at his side as his exhausted body takes all you give him. Your head presses against his, breaths ragged, and you kiss him again as you carefully, slowly, pull your spent cock out of him.

A small leak of cum from his abused ass, stopped as you carefully get his underwear back on. His knees are bowed as he leans against the shelves, struggling to hold himself upright as you gently clean him up.

The stain in his skirt is impossible to hide, his gait probably won't be normal for the rest of the day, and you can only hope the smell of lemon-scented cleaner can hide the primal smell of sex.

But it's worth it, when he kisses you again; when you get that soft, warm-hearted smile from him.

A knock at the door draws his attention, and there's the voice of the fox from earlier asking if he's in there. His green eyes meet yours, and you give him a smile. "Just a break. When we get home, we can pick back up." A nod, and then he's out the door. The muffled explanation about needing a quick break drifts off as the two walk away.

A lovely break indeed.

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Pub: 20 Jan 2025 07:19 UTC
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