Title: Alfresco
Author: morgan_is_randy
Beta: tweedygal



My lips are warm from Brian’s kiss, but my body is freezing, causing me to chatter out my question. “What are you doing here?”



“Isn’t it obvious?” He motions to the poster, but that doesn’t satisfy me.



“I thought you’d be in the backroom of Babylon, getting your dick sucked.” I stick the brush in the pasty glue and walk around him.



“Not there.” He stops me by pulling on the back of my coat and pulling me against the front of his body.



“If you’re here to stop me, you can leave.” I push off him and raise the brush to the wall but stop when I see the old ‘Rage is Here’ poster.



Brian gives me a smug look and grabs the brush from my hand. He applies the glue over the poster that Vanguard’s art department designed for Stockwell’s campaign. I stick my advertisement up and he helps smooth the shiny paper onto the wall.. I’m sure he’ll bitch tomorrow about the paste ruining his leather gloves but right now he doesn’t seem to care.



“How many do you have left?”



I’d made twenty but this was going to be my last stop. I check the canvas bag. “Five.”



“Have you stuck any at the GLC?” His lips puff white breath into the cool air.



I shiver, but not from the near freezing temperature out here. Fucker. What was I gonna say? Oh, yeah. “There aren’t any posters hung…”



“Tannis hung a dozen of Stockwell’s posters on the community board this afternoon.”



I stuff my freezing hands into my pockets and start walking toward the center. I turn and look at Brian, who’s hanging back, picking up the glue from the ground. “You coming?”



“Not yet.” His long legs allow him to quickly catch up to me.


“Why are you going this way? I may not spend a lot of time there, but I’m pretty sure the GLC hasn’t moved.”



“Stockwell’s pigs are parked on practically every corner of Liberty. We’ve got to go down the alley behind it and come out between the gym and the center.” I’m surprised that I have to explain this to him. I can’t believe he’s so removed from what Stockwell’s done.



“They closed the backroom,” he says, brushing his gloved hand over my nearly numb ass.



Oh, I think. So maybe he’s not so removed. “That’s what gave you a good conscience? The fact that you couldn’t fuck where you wanted?”



“It was a part of it,” he admits. He doesn’t explain further.



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The fear on Justin’s face when I first found him tonight almost made me feel badly for sneaking up on him the way I did. I tried to silently tell him, show him exactly what I was doing there. I guess he sort of got it, because his expression changed to relief right before I kissed him.



I know he got a hard on from our kiss, but I’ve been hard since Babylon and when I first spotted him in that black hat, I wanted to force him against the wall and fuck him right there. I’d prefer for his pretty blond head to not be covered up, but something about Justin sporting that burglar look is really fucking hot.



Every time he bends down to coat the brush in glue, I’m at risk of my pants becoming glued to my cock from all the pre-come I’m releasing. The second the last poster is hung, I grab him and pull him into the alley.



“Brian!” he protests loudly. His protest echoes off the buildings around us.



“Shhh!” I chastise him. I put my hand over his mouth and shove him against the brick. I shove the strap of his bag off his shoulder and lick his neck. “You’ve been naughty Justin. Does being a bad boy get you hot?” I move my hands to the front of his jeans and unbutton them.



“I’m freezing, Brian!”



I laugh and nuzzle his neck. “I’ll warm you up. Now spread your legs.” He does as I ask and moves his hands to brace his forehead against the hard wall.



I take off my gloves, and lower his pants to just under his perfect ass. His skin is freezing to the touch and if I knew he wouldn’t scream I’d warm his ass with quick whaps from my palm. I rub his ass cheeks and pull them open.



“Ah!” He gasps when the cold air hits his hole.



The alley is dark and I can’t see it, but I can feel his entrance twitching against my fingertips. It’s hot, but the cold air seems to be rapidly cooling his core. “My cock is nice and warm. Do you want it inside you?”



“Yes,” he growls, pushing his ass out to me.



I unbutton my pants and pull my cock out of my underwear. I press against him and let him feel the heat from skin and seed as I take the condom out of the wrapper.



“Hurry Brian,” he whines. “I’m freezing.”



I slip the condom on, push the head of my cock between his cheeks, and force it into his hole.



He arches his back and his neck drops onto my shoulder. “Shit!”



I reach both of my hands around his body and under his coat. I grasp his cock with one hand and rub the skin under his stomach with the other. “Relax,” I whisper. His tight ring pulsates around me and I feel his unprepared hole struggle to accept my cock as I slide into his body all the way. With every inch he accepts, his body curves in and he relaxes his head against the brick, breathing my name in a relieved sigh.



I drape my entire body around his, put my hands under his face, and turn him to kiss me as I pull out of his hole, only the tip of my cock still inside. I shiver from the cold and it forces me to bury myself back inside his hot depths not a second later. He loosens up with every quick jab and his limbs seem to be heating up, because he starts to move too. Every time I try to pull out of him, his ass follows my cock and we end up rutting against each other.



I can’t keep my mouth turned to kiss him because of the pace with which I’m pounding his hole. He remedies that loss of contact by bringing the hand that was rubbing his stomach up to his mouth and sucking on my fingers.



“Are you still cold?” I ask, fucking him as fast as I can.



“No!”


I keep the pace, doing my best to create non-stop heated friction inside him and also moving my hand up and down on his dripping cock.



‘’Harder Brian,” he orders.



I move my hands and bring them to his hips. “Stroke yourself,” I tell him. “Come Justin. I wanna feel your hole squeeze around me.”



“Oh fuck!” He yells loudly. “Fuck me!”



There’s a huge risk that we could be caught fucking. Any second a cop might come around the corner and catch us, but that excites me and urges me on. My hips barely snap and I’m grinding and pushing against him. His heated ass is doing that thing where it gets impossibly tight around me, signaling that he’s about to come.



“Uhh!” He groans and shakes, practically dislodging my dick.



I feel my orgasm explode from the base of my spine. I lose all my strength and fall against him as my cock jerks inside him and my come spills into the condom.



Our heavy breath creates thick clouds of air around us.



“Hot,” Justin gasps.



"A man's got to do something to keep warm."



END