In His Shoes (3 page)

“The fuck was that? That’s some Bedlam shit!” Jasper kicked the dead man’s head, but his gaze darted up when Frank dropped his knife to the cobblestones. “You alright?”

Frank swallowed, his gaze zeroing on Jasper’s face. He felt empowered. The coppery smell of blood around them, the thrill of pushing a knife through another man’s flesh, being here with Jasper… it all melted into a pool of hot energy deep in his chest and he edged forward, his hands reaching for the sides of Jasper’s face.

His mind was empty, until their lips touched and Frank suddenly felt too many things to name. The mouth was soft, in contrast to the prickling needles of Jasper’s stubble. Still, Frank could think of nothing sweeter than that little bit of scratching, as it reminded him
who he was kissing. Jasper’s eyes widened and his body went rigid, yet he didn’t back away. Frank pushed him against the wall, still holding his face with both hands, afraid he might try to flee any second. Instead, Jasper let out a nasal moan that made Frank’s groin throb and he parted his lips, giving entrance to Frank’s needy tongue.

The sabre clattered against the cobblestones when Jasper put his hands on Frank’s chest and squeezed the muscle under the fabric. It was almost too much. The inside of Jasper’s mouth was silky smooth and scorching hot in contrast to the cool October night, but each touch, each slide of their tongues made Frank press deeper into him, like a hungering pup desperate for its mother’s milk. The heat went straight to his cock and he drew back an inch, placing his hands on both sides of Jasper’s head, caging him by the wall with the kiss suddenly broken. Forehead to forehead, Frank dared to look into his friend’s eyes.

Jasper’s cold fingers slowly slid into Frank’s sideburns, and a few drops of blood trickled down Frank’s neck from the injured hand. Nothing mattered, neither the stench of gore and piss in this back alley, nor the threat of being discovered with two dead bodies. Only Jasper’s eyes and the way he panted. Frank didn’t even notice when Jasper had lost his top hat. Now that he hadn’t been pushed away, nothing could possibly frighten him anymore, so he bowed down to brush their lips together once more, forgetting about the cold air. He already loved the stubble that scratched his mouth and chin. It was such a new, unique sensation. One that he knew he would inevitably associate with Jasper.

Another one of those in-kiss moans sent shivers down Frank’s body. So much so, that it took him that extra second to realize it wasn’t just shivers that made him crave more, but Jasper’s hand, cupping his crotch through the trousers as they kissed. He could hardly believe his luck. Never before had another man touched him like that.

“Fuck.” Frank was surprised by the guttural, primal sound of his own voice. He grabbed Jasper’s head, cradling it against his shoulder. He looked around frantically, but his smile widened when he spotted a roofed recess in the red brick wall a few feet down the alley. “Jasper.”

“Yeah?” Jasper’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and there was nothing cold about his fingers now, one hand still on Frank’s chest, the other touching his dick. It didn’t feel like the confident touch he’d get from a whore. Jasper touched him like he didn’t know what his hand was doing. Frank didn’t know either, but the one thing he did know was that he wanted this more than anything. And he needed to say it out loud.

“I want it.”

Jasper nodded, breathless as he gently squeezed Frank’s cock. “I don’t care. I mean…” He looked up into Frank’s eyes again. “What it means. I don’t care. You get me?” Jasper leaned in for a more confident kiss and it was just as glorious as the ones before.

“Don’t care either.” Without breaking their lips apart, Frank pulled him towards the recess and they soon stumbled into the darkness, leaning into a pile of large, wooden boxes. Now that he could touch Jasper— really touch him, not just pat his shoulder— he couldn’t get enough of it. He pressed his hand against Jasper’s chest and slid it lower, towards its ultimate goal. The mere thought of fondling that huge prick made him lose his breath, but the real thing gave him a proper shudder. Even through the rough fabric it felt hot, massive.

“Good.” Jasper licked all the way along Frank’s jaw and wrapped one arm around his neck. It was more intimate than anything they’d ever done. Frank couldn’t care less about the metallic taste of blood lingering in their kisses. He wanted it all, right now. Impatient, he forced Jasper’s thighs apart with his knee and lowered his now free hand all the way to his arse. It felt every bit as tight and firm as he believed it would.

Jasper groaned into the skin of his cheek and mirrored the move. Initially, Frank arched into his body with a low groan, but felt himself stiffen when Jasper pressed his fingers into the crack of his arse, as if he wanted to push them in if fabric wasn’t in the way. Soft, warm lips brushed against his ear and Frank couldn’t hold back a moan when Jasper’s molten-lava of a tongue explored the shell, followed by a hoarse whisper.

“I’ve never been so randy.”

Frank blinked, unsure if he should be happy about this with a finger between his tightly clenched cheeks. The trousers didn’t feel like enough protection at the moment. “I’ll be the one doin’ the fuckin’,” he muttered, forcing Jasper’s thighs even wider apart. He needed this and already knew this would be something entirely new, even though he walked the back alley many times before. His blood was boiling at the sheer thought of breaching Jasper’s arse, sliding into that virginal hole and clinging to his arched back. Jasper had to be new to this. He was sure of it.

“Oh.” The squeeze on Frank’s butt eased, but Jasper pulled his thighs back together, closing them on Frank’s knee and looked into his eyes. It felt like he was being shut down and Frank didn’t like it one bit. “Because I sort of thought I would… you know.” Jasper scratched his face, only to spread more blood over his cheek. Frank looked at him, hypnotized. If it weren’t that stinking toff’s blood, but something more pleasant, he’d gladly clean the stain off his friend’s skin. The wild pounding in his ears made it difficult to understand words.

“Ya
thought
?” So he was right, he wasn’t the only man doing this. And who could possibly not want Jasper?

“Don’t you mock me!” Jasper growled, instantly defensive, but never broke eye contact. “I did think about it, yes. Big deal!” His breath was so rapid it tickled.

“I’m not!” Frank kissed him in protest, caressing his face with a hand that was trembling all too much for his liking. It felt unreal. “I want ya.” He let out a strangled breath, pulling Jasper even closer. “I wanna fuck ya.”

Jasper swallowed, trailing his fingers up and down Frank’s stomach, only fuelling the scorching heat gathered beneath the skin. His breath was unusually shaky. “You wanna throw a coin?” He gave a small smile and kissed his lips again. It was so tender, Frank hardly knew how to respond.

“Who just saved yer miserable life, huh?” He chuckled, grinding his crotch against Jasper’s with a low groan and got a nasal moan in return.

“Yeah… I suppose that was pretty impressive…” Jasper nodded, but was clearly still on the fence about it, though his cock sure knew what it wanted, rock hard in those dirty-but-fashionable trousers of his. Jasper mimicked the motion, giving Frank a glimpse of what it will be like to push into his willing body. At least he hoped it would be willing, but he didn’t know what to say, so he just unbuckled Jasper’s belt and pushed his trousers down. His breath hitched when his fingers brushed the naked skin on Jasper’s hips, letting them linger, marvelling at the unfamiliar shape.

Jasper’s cock was a breath-taking sight. Fully erect, thick and curved upwards as if in anticipation of being petted. Frank hesitated, looking at it with a mixture of hunger and anxiety pooling in his chest. “That thing could split a man in two. Don’t yer girls complain?” he breathed, daring to look up into Jasper’s eyes. It was dark, but not enough to miss their movement. Jasper was fighting a battle with his vanity, and judging from the big smile that rose on his face, he’d lost.

“They love it. You love it…?” He bit his lip, watching Frank’s face as if he expected to find answers to all questions ever asked.

Frank’s breath caught in his throat and he felt himself flush. Should he lay himself bare like that and tell the truth? Afraid Jasper would notice the faint tremors in his fingers, he decided to grasp the pulsing rod. It was thick, hot, and so unlike his own, while being oddly familiar. So far, whenever he touched a stiff cock, it was for his own pleasure and led to his own selfish spill, but the unmistakable delight of holding Jasper’s prick was coming from somewhere else altogether. “I… I think about it.”

“How long?” Jasper leaned closed, placing chaste kisses all around one of Frank’s sideburns, hands creeping down to unbutton Frank’s vest and trousers. Every brush of fingers through the thin fabric of his shirt made Frank weak in the knees.

“Dunno… long,” he confessed, gently pulling closer as he gave his partner’s cock the first, experimental tug.

“Oh yeah.” Jasper slid his palm onto Frank’s torso and circled his neck with the other hand.

“You?” Frank gasped, touching Jasper’s engorged cockhead. It was silky smooth and slick at the top. Felt like a right hot chunk of meat.

“I want to lick up your knuckles when I see you using them properly,” Jasper rasped and arched his hips to the touch. Frank drew in a sharp breath, feeling excitement rush through his body as the familiar, masculine smell filled his nostrils. This had to be the single most arousing thing he had ever heard. Unable to think straight, he spun Jasper around and bent him over the large, wooden box, reaching down to touch his pale arse. It was right there in front of his cock and all he had to do was to push his way in.

“Oy! Are we really not throwing a coin?” Jasper looked back at him, but didn’t try to pull away. His whole body was arching into Frank with each deep breath he was taking.

“No.” Frank ground his hips against Jasper’s rear and closed his eyes when his cock squeezed its way into the crack, comfortably nestling between those pert buttocks. “Yer mine.”

Jasper let out a loud moan and got to his toes, giving him an even better angle, but it was the way he clenched his arse cheeks on Frank’s cock that almost made Frank cry with joy. They were both willing as fuck.

Elated by this realization, Frank bowed down, covering Jasper’s arching back with his body and smiled, feeling how well they fit like that. His hands went all the way up Jasper’s body and without even knowing what he was doing, he yanked the overcoat off Jasper’s shoulders, releasing more of his smell. It was amazing; sweet and raw.

The delicious, inarticulate sounds Jasper was making, and the rounded stirs of his hips made Frank’s blood boil. That beautiful, pale arse kept moving up and down, like it already couldn’t wait to ride his cock. With his nose buried at the base of Jasper’s neck, Frank searched his trousers for a small pot of ointment he used with the girls. The sensation of hard muscle straining against his chest made him light headed, and all he could think of was how tight and snug an arsehole felt on his cock. He bet Jasper’s hole would feel a hundred times better than a whore’s.

Jasper glanced back at him every now and then, but didn’t say a word. He kept fidgeting as if to find a comfortable way to lay on the boxes. Frank swallowed, opening his pot.

“Yer cock?”

“Oh yeah, touch it. Frig me.” He looked back into Frank’s eyes again, his own wide open and wary.

Frank’s stomach gave a funny turn and he dropped the pot close to Jasper’s face on top of the box, quickly slickening his own prick with a generous amount of ointment. “Feels good in my hand,” he confessed, tentatively reaching to that monstrous cock.

“It’s gonna feel even better in your arse.” Jasper snorted, but it wasn’t an attempt to change the configuration. Frank flushed at the mental image, but the moment he grabbed the donkey-sized prick, Jasper ground his butt cheeks into him again.

“Fuck.” Frank cuddled his face into Jasper’s prized vest, frantically trying to get himself under control. He had to be calm, steady, but it was nearly impossible with that warm, fragrant body practically begging him to enter. So he pushed.

Jasper whimpered like a strangled kitten, and his whole body tensed, curled over the box. He bowed his head, exposing his nape even more and Frank seized the opportunity to bite on the salty flesh, breaching his partner’s resistance inch by inch. There was no way to describe how tight his hole was. Bordering on pain, the muscles of Jasper’s arse clamped down on Frank’s cock, keeping it in a vice-like grip. His head was spinning and he clung to Jasper’s arching back with both hands, desperate not to lose his senses.

All he could hear were Jasper’s desperate nasal breaths and the furious beat of his heart, now thudding through both of them, right where they were connected. His body was shivering with faint tremors and all coherent thought evaporated from Frank’s mind, when Jasper reached out to grab his hand in a tight grip. It couldn’t rival the way his hot insides squeezed around Frank’s cock, but it was about so much more than relish.

“Shit… it’s like yer suckin’ me in. So fuckin’ good,” Frank grunted, enjoying the way their bodies spooned: chest to back, thighs to thighs, Frank’s groin pressed tight against the sweetest arse he’d ever enjoyed. He held on tight, with his treacherous mind warning him Jasper might flee, and he couldn’t let that happen.

“Well, you’re suckin
me
off for this.” Jasper’s voice shook. He kept arching his back and dragging his feet over the ground, which only added to the pressure around Frank’s cock. The strained whisper was enough to jerk Frank’s attention off his own pleasure. His mouth suddenly felt dry.

“Hurts?” He reached to Jasper’s head to gently cup it with his hand. It was wet with sweat and hot like a freshly boiled egg.

“Well, your dick’s not as thin as a thumb either.” Jasper sighed, but he didn’t attempt to back away from the touch and instead, rubbed his face against Frank’s hand. “You know, the girls always say first time has to hurt…”

“Yer not a girl.” Frank was at loss, holding on, yet unsure if he shouldn’t back out.