Ben and Lucas and the Alleyway Bj

It had been pure chance that they'd found the overhang just as the intermittent cacophony of thunder had ripped the sky open one final time. Of course, what came fell so fast and hard that they were soaked before they finished their mad dash across the street; they practically dove into the broad alleyway in which the overhang stood, a canopy standing a relentless vigil over the crates and barrels temporarily forgotten by the owner of the shop to which it belonged. They didn't even know which shop it was, driven on with laughter by the not-so-sudden downpour. The steely clouds had been threatening those that moved about like ants far below them for some time, and now their threat had been realized at last. But the lovers didn't care.

God, he smelled good. He smelled even better in the rain. The movie they'd seen was already forgotten, but they'd remember it later. They'd been more focused on cuddling than watching. As Lucas leaned against the cracked and crumbling brick wall, Ben snuggled against him once more. It didn't matter that they were wetter than when they showered together; it only mattered that they were together. They'd dry out eventually. But in the meantime...

Neither one knew or cared who started it first. It started at the former's neck, perhaps, or at the latter's forehead. It didn't matter. Hard, tight muscles made for a surprising cushion as soft lips enveloped one another. How long they kissed, neither knew; the storm didn't let up. People were rushing from the streets, shocked at how fast the rain had come; nobody ever paid attention until their precious parcels were in peril. But there was no world beyond that sweet musk of Ben's boyfriend. Nothing existed beyond the rush, the tingle, and the warmth that made him so dizzy and lightheaded. Just being with Lucas made him feel almost drunk, and he decided to do something completely reckless.

Ben started kissing his way down that rock-hard body, his hands reveling in the feel of his favorite person in the world. As he got ever-closer to his favorite part of his favorite person, Lucas looked around. No one was paying them any mind, but that could change in a heartbeat.

"Ben," he cautioned quietly, his voice barely audible above the rain.

The thunder had pulled back for a time, yet it was no quieter as Ben reached crouched before Lucas.

"Ben."

He said it a little louder this time and looked around once more, but there was no one in sight. Ben unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans; he slowly unzipped them and pulled the faded but now rain-darkened denim aside. Lucas had worn the red silk underwear Ben had gotten him for his birthday a year ago just for this occasion, but he hadn't counted on it being exposed in such a public place! Ben took a deep, close whiff of his boyfriend and kissed his crotch, his lips feeling everything and making Lucas breathe heavier. His slender fingers slid along the silk and slowly pulled the fabric down, the sensation torturing a man who was no longer protesting as his cock was revealed.

Ben didn't stop there. He gently extricated the whole package and started kissing along the shaft. Lucas couldn't take his eyes off of Ben's gorgeous red curls as his kisses reached his balls. Ben took one into his mouth and suckled it for a moment before popping it out as though letting a gumball escape from between his lips. His kisses along the shaft resumed, ending at the head, and he suckled the tip just a little before moving away from it. He ran his tongue along the shaft as though licking ice cream, savoring every moment of his most delicious treat, before kissing his way up the shaft once more.

Finally, he kissed the head again and began suckling it once more. Lucas leaned his head back, his eyes closing. He was in heaven and hell at the same time, desperate for more but knowing he had to wait. His fingers clawed at the wall as Ben slowly descended only to rise again. Ben's lips never left the head, and his mouth sank deeper with every dive. Lucas always ran a little hot but his cock was damn near steaming as Ben gradually enveloped it, relishing the heat and the flavor.

Moment by moment, the tension built. Ben never hastened, yet he never stopped. His mouth was now fully descending and rising, and it was all Lucas could do not to thrust into Ben's throat; he knew Ben didn't really like that. Ben liked to take his time, and it was always worth the wait. Ben's fingers massaged his balls as his mouth made Lucas moan, and his other hand ran up his chest; Ben's fingers slipped beneath his shirt, and his manicured nails dug into his flesh and the line of dark hair that clung to it. His breathing was coming in short gasps now, and Lucas knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

"Ben," he gasped, yet he was unable to say anything more for a moment. "Ben..."

Ben's tongue moved in an almost haphazard way around his shaft as his lips drew up and pushed back down it. The tension was starting to reach a crescendo. No, he definitely couldn't hold out much longer.

"Ben," he gasped again. "Ben...I think...I'm...I...I can't..."

Whatever he was going to say devolved into moans as Lucas hit his peak. Ben could feel his cock, harder than granite, begin to twitch. As it did so, he descended one final time. Now, he went as deep as he possibly could. He didn't know if he was quite deep-throating it, but it was damn near if he wasn't. Ben couldn't help but smile a little around his boyfriend's clock as it began to spurt. Lucas shot ropes of thick, hot cum down Ben's throat and couldn't stop himself from moaning as he did so. The sticky fluid was sweet and salty at the same time, and Ben gratefully accepted swallow after swallow of his boyfriend's delicious seed. He might have even moaned once or twice himself, lost in the revelry of his ravenous snack, a meal fit for a king.

Lucas bucked a couple of times, and Ben's fingers squeezed his balls just to the point past which he would have harmed the gorgeous man; he didn't push past that point. The fingers of his other hand, however, dug deep into his chest and raked their way down past his stomach to his hip. Ben held him in place as he milked his cock for every drop of cum he could, draining Lucas like a vampire who hadn't eaten in a while. That succulent cock was still rock-hard when Ben began to clean up.

He continued to torture Lucas a little when the man was done, only gradually lessening his grip. He slowly retreated along the shaft, suckled the head a little more, and finally popped away from it only to gently massage Lucas a little while kissing his way up and down his shaft again. His orgasm done, Lucas started to come back to his senses and ran his fingers through Ben's hair. God, he loved Ben's hair. He jumped a little at the sensation as Ben replaced his silk underwear. Ben carefully zipped up his jeans, put the button through its hole, and rebuckled his belt before finally standing to cuddle Lucas once more. Lucas kissed him deeply and passionately, his strong hands giving Ben's ass cheeks the same treatment but rougher as the one Ben's fingers had given his balls.

When Lucas could finally breathe properly again and Ben was laying his head against his chest, he looked around. The rain had not lessened but people were walking by the alleyway on the other side of the street. No one looked their way. He contented himself with holding Ben as he leaned his head back against the wall and closing his eyes. They would dry out eventually. His cock was still hard.

That boded well for when they got home. They'd have even more fun stripping one another then.