James had gestured to an alleyway between two stores; one selling shoes and the other books. I was handsomely shod and all right for reading material, and maybe the sudden drop in temperature had done something to my thinking ability but I wasn't following.
Maybe it wasn't the air temperature outside. Maybe it was the fact all the blood was rushing from my head to elsewhere.
"Just come with me instead of standing there asking questions. The best way to have them answered is to..." He gestured towards the archway before turning his back and walking. Expecting me to follow.
Which of course I did.
"Store backs and a delivery area I suppose," I murmured, half to myself, listening to the barely-there echo of my voice which emphasized how narrow the alleyway was.
"Correct to two decimal points." James waited for me to join him beyond the other end of the short alleyway and barely gave me time to take in the fact it was a delivery bay for surrounding stores before shoving me up against a brick wall, knocking the breath out of me. "Now I've got you where I want you," he said, "you get to tell me whether or not you've done this before."
"Done what before?" My voice sounded a bit wheezy then but James hadn't hurt me. It was the shock of his sudden movement that had my heart racing. "We're not doing anything, are we? Yet, I mean." I cleared my throat, but the nerves wouldn't settle. No, not nerves. That word was too close to "fear." More like anticipation.
"Had impure thoughts about another man and allowed yourself to act on them."
"Certainly not. What kind of a man do you think I --- Oh."
"Wrong way to put it, I suppose." James continued to fiddle with my belt. "After all, it won't be you acting on any impure thoughts. I planned to...Jesus. What the hell is up with this belt? Is it padlocked?"
"Oh look. James is suffering from a bad case of spazfinger."
"Fancy helping me out and getting your bloody jacket out of the way so I can see what I'm doing?"
"In the dark?" I asked, fumbling around with my jacket, unzipping it to free up access to my belt. Barely any lights from the streetlamps made it to where we stood; it was mostly moonlight and shadows. And James's silhouette which somehow still managed to broadcast that smirk of his.
"If I can't see what I'm doing I'll just have to fumble my way around and see what pops up, as it were." He gave a low laugh and muttered something to himself when he finally managed to get my belt buckle undone. The clasp jingled and I nearly said something like thank God.
Whatever he had in mind was welcome, despite the cold. The fact I didn't know his name. The fact he hadn't yet...
"You haven't even kissed me yet." Jesus, Lombard. The guy was just about to put his hand on your cock and you go and say that?
"Aw, that's so romantic. You want me to?"
"No, no, I was just saying. A mere observation." I held my hands up in mock surrender, a theatrical gesture, played up a little to ensure he'd see it in the dimness of wherever we were; I'd forgotten where. Having an ache in my cock I hoped he was about to relieve did something to my ability to hang on to minor facts. Like whether or not two guys getting it on in public was a crime or misdemeanor or just one of those things you really didn't want to get caught doing.
"Have you ever done this outdoors?"
"Made out with a guy?"
"Or a woman." Again, he laughed.
"Who hasn't?"
"Hand job?"
"If you're offering."
"I'll take that as a yes. Hmm." He took a half-step back, cocked his head. I wanted to reach out and run my fingers through his hair, but something held me back, said not yet. "So you want me to kiss you then?"
"It would be the gentlemanly thing to do."
"Luckily for you, I'm no gentleman. Have you ever been kissed..."
James came at me again, slid his hand past the waistband of my shorts and I stifled a moan. "Well. Nature's been very kind to you, hasn't it?"
"One doesn't like to boast." I shrugged, faking nonchalance. Badly.
"Jesus." I couldn't speak for a second or two. He'd squeezed my cock gently and taken my breath away.
"So as I was saying, have you ever been kissed --- "
"On the cock? A time or two." Where the hell my snarky sense of humor was coming from I didn't know. I'd probably caught it from him.
I'd known him for, what, five minutes or so? And already I knew he was the sort of person who had a smart answer for everything.
"Outside?"
I cleared my throat, suddenly nervous. "Uh, no."
"Really? You've been missing out. Add that to your list, so we can cross it off."
"Are you for --- " But I had the answer to my incomplete question when his knees hit the ground with a muted thud. The passing thought I hope he didn't hurt himself disappeared when the warmth of his tongue teased at the tip of my cock. I think I groaned, or some other kind of strangulated sound got caught in my throat. "Oh. God." My hands grasped at thin air while I tried to decide whether or not to hold on to him, even running my hands through his hair like I'd wanted to earlier, but I didn't know if he liked that, if he'd want it.
Christ. Lombard, the guy's got your cock in his mouth and you only now realize you don't know whether or not he likes getting his hair pulled?
Don't do it, don't do it. Not yet.
I craned my neck, the brickwork of the wall behind rough against my scalp. It didn't hurt, was closer to uncomfortable, but I could handle it. It was the
