"Is there something wrong with right here?" Nick chuckled and turned Brendan against the wall, leaning into his tall frame. Neculai was no short-stack, either, but Brendan had him by a couple inches. Nick cupped Brendan over his pants and squeezed gently. He gave a quick glance towards the street and the occasional car passing.
If they got caught, they'd probably end up in jail and need to be bailed out. Nick bit his lip and looked at Brendan. That would spoil their recently freed afternoon.
"Come on." Taking his hand, Nick tugged the other boy further back into the alley and out behind the shops where employees parked. There were dumpsters waiting to be emptied, truck loading and unloading docks, and the bay was visible beyond with a cry of seagulls and boat horns on the salty air.
Nick tugged Brendan between two parked bread trucks. He looked around them, giving Brendan a smile. His heart was racing at the fear of getting caught, but it was adding to his excitement. Neculai leaned against one of the truck's sidings to catch his breath. He watched Brendan and swallowed, his long throat moving, and tipped his head back to rest on the truck.