Butterflies (boyxboy)

Chapter 26: 5 seconds.

"I'm gonna give you such good head."
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(Mature content)

Henry stares at the man gazing at him. The words Alfie spoke had such comfort, such appreciation that before Henry could stop himself he was leaning forward to catch Alfie's full, slightly parted lips.

Alfie pulls back a little in surprise, not too far, just an inch or two to catch the look in Henry's eyes. Did the guy mean to do that? Would he stop now or would he do it again?

It's only five seconds. Just five seconds which feel like all the time in the world and also no time at all as they both look at eachother. Trying to read the other's thoughts, with no words spoken.

Henry knew this was not how he had planned his evening to be turning out like, but just now, in this brief moment, Alfie said and did everything just right and Henry wanted...no, needed that validation that he could be that person to at least someone. Even if it wasn't or never would be Dale.

Alfie on the other hand could only think. Five months. Five fucking dry months without so much as a fumble, foreplay, a feel, a finger. A fuck! Right now, Alfie was thirsty and he needed a fucking drink!

Whatever their motives, whatever their intentions behind what they were about to do, both Henry and Alfie were right there at that moment on the same page. Wanting this, needing this feeling as Alfie leans forwards to press his full cherry lips against Henry's alcoholic fueled ones.

The kiss is anything but soft and tender. It's rough and needy and is sending both males into a state of want and desire as Alfie eagerly pushes his tongue into the wet cavern of Henry's slightly parted mouth. No words needed, just actions.

Henry's hands weave their way around the back of Alfie's head, the fingers getting lost in the coarse locks. Alfie's hand meanwhile is making its way to Henry's crotch, feeling the slight strain forming against Henry's smart trousers. Alfie feels for the opening, making easy work of the metal clasp and zipper, as his lips stay attached to Henry's, both their tongues clashing and dancing together.

"Mmh...Alfie what you..." Henry cannot end his sentence and who was he fooling anyway? He knew full well what the guy was trying to grab a hold of.

"Five, five months Henry...I'm gonna give you such good head." He moans back into Henry's open mouth. His hand now freeing the once restricted cock from its clothed cage.

Henry breathes out, hot air dashing over Alfie's cheek as he pulls away from the deep kisses, inches apart, eyes connecting before Alfie lowers his head down towards Henry's crotch.

Henry looks down and watches as Alfie wraps a hand around the now very stiff length before the guy sinks his mouth over the head. Warm, wet, pulsating sucks, milking Henry's cock with sheer blissful delight. He places his hands on Alfie's head, wanting to push him down, further, deeper. "God...you...Mmmm....fuck...ahhh." Henry ends up giving up on words as he cannot make anything legible leave his lips.

Alfie meanwhile was in his own personal heaven. Cock... he loved cock! Big fat juicy cock which Henry was providing in spades. For a guy who owned a sweet shop, nothing beat the musky, salty, masculine taste of a ripe boner. This was his kind of flavour! Alfie wanted Henry's salty nectar so bad and judging by the way the guy was panting and putting pressure on the back of his head, Alfie knew he would be rewarded soon!

Henry stares blankly out of the car's front window. He can see the open road before him. Pretty quiet with the odd vehicle driving by, headlights illuminating his pleasured face as he knows he's about to erupt. "I...I'm cumming...ah shit...shit!" Alfie's mouth gets filled with warm salty milk, but he doesn't stop. He drinks from the fountain, now joining in with Henry's cries of pleasure, but suddenly he feels his head being pulled up prematurely. Henry clearly was not done.

"Wh...what?" Alfie mumbles confused. His voice, a little raspy. He glances up at Henry whose face is reflecting a blue flashing light from it.

"P...police." Henry says a little breathless, his thoughts in disarray as he looks at the blue lights heading towards them, then down at his exposed cock, glistening wet with a small bubble of cum sat at the tip still wanting to ejaculate.

Alfie now sits bolt upright, hurriedly reaching for the keys in the ignition. He switches on the engine and begins to pull away. The police car drives right past them, thankfully seemingly on a different mission.

They head down the street, back to the party. Both silent, both getting their heads around the past moments. Alfie glances over at Henry who is trying to stuff his still partially stiff cock back into his trousers. He smirks at the spectacle, glancing up at Henry's face which looked a little spaced out. "You ok?" he questions.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He replies, finally managing to tuck himself away. "Just the police...it shook me up and..." Henry looks over at Alfie who was finally putting his seatbelt on. "I've never done 'that' before.'

"What? You've never been sucked off?" Alfie looks at Henry again a little shocked, as Henry shakes his head. "I'm sorry I just assumed...are you ok?"

"I'm ok." Henry replies, grinning wide. "I'm very ok."

"Good." Alfie replies. "Good."

The car goes quiet for a time, right up until they are finally pulling up outside Henry and Blake's apartment. As the engine quietens, Alfie finally turns to Henry and speaks. Low. "I'm still hard."

"What?" Henry looks at Alfie a little surprised. He thought whatever it was that had gone on between them a moment before was it, a one off but it seems that Alfie has other ideas.

"If you want to...I mean..." Alfie begins.

"Yes! I do!" ...

..."Well Dale, it was good!"