Go with Jaydee?

Miles’ eyes dulled slightly, his body loosened as he felt the sturdy throbbing pulse of a hard shaft against the back of his hand. The ties on the waistband were struggling to keep it suppressed like a beast trying to escape from a cage. Somewhere off in the distance of the night, echoed Nathan and Declan as they bolted from the alley; their footsteps scrambling against the pavement while they dashed a small mysterious package in a nearby bush and disappeared into the clearing of the culdesac.

Jay wrapped his fingers around Miles wrist, pulling him off the wall as he bolted out the alley, dragging Miles with him. Jaydee’s sneakers skidding against the cracked pavement as they ran.

Jaydee didn’t slow down, he tossed a grin over his shoulder looking back at Miles as they ran, Jaydee didn’t often think things through, his life was led by instincts and instincts alone.

The train bridge loomed ahead, its worn skeleton groaning as the trains passed, rumbling in the distance, Jaydee ducked under the chain link fence taking Miles with him, his hand no longer clasped on Mile’s wrist but their fingers now intertwined with each other.

“Almost there,” Jay said, as Miles stumbled over a tree root, his hand catching himself on the damp earth. Jay barely had time to register Miles hitting the ground before he was yanked backwards, their hands still clasped, “shit… you good?” He hauled upright with a grunt, dirt smearing across Miles trousers where his knees hit the ground. Jay swiped at the mess halfheartedly, leaving streaks of mud that made it worse.

Jay continued walking onwards his hand still clasped with Mile’s as they walked together getting closer to the old train bridge that was covered in graffiti tags. Miles groaned through the pain in his knees and palm, but Jay continued to drag him forward until they were under the bridge, both leaning against the crumbling brick bridge wall.

Jay shifted his weight against the brick wall, watching Miles check his phone for the third time since they got there. They shouldn’t have been there, not together at least.

Jay's fingers tapped an uneven rhythm against his thigh, as he tugged on the waistline of his tracksuit bottoms, sagging them further as if trying to get Miles' attention, showing off the contrasting white of his Calvin Klein underwear against his black nylon tracksuit. Jay didn’t usually mind silence but this was something different.

Miles froze mid scroll on his phone, he didn’t look up but Jay saw the way his throat worked when he swallowed. The screen's light painted Miles' jawline sharp, flickering as his grip tightened around the phone. Jay grinned, lazy, moving closer to Miles. The gravel crunched under his sneakers breaking the silence between them.

The distance was closed between them, Jay moved in front of Miles, the toes of his sneakers nudging against Miles scuffed boots.

The brick at Miles' back was rough at his back as he tried to push himself deeper into it, as if he was trying to disappear into the mortar.

Jay braced his forearms besides Miles' head, leaning in just enough to catch the hitch in his breath, the way his pulse jumped under the skin of his neck.

The bridge's shadow cut across them both.

Jay's usual smirk faltered when Miles looked up at him, then both locking eyes, his eyes were dark, unreadable. Then out of nowhere Miles fingers hooked the elastic waistband of Jay's underwear, making Jay step forward closing the distance between them. Miles didn’t blink, Jay could feel the heat from him, they way his chest rose just slightly faster then it should.

Jay was so consumed by Miles that he felt it before he could stop it, the slow, unavoidable heat coiling low in his groin, the telltale tightening in his tracksuit bottoms. It was stupid, reckless, the way his body reacted without permission, like it had a mind of its own. The fabric bulged enough that Jay was certain Miles would notice if he glanced down, and the thought made his pulse kick harder.

Jay shifted his weight subtly, trying to ease the pressure, but all it did was make his thigh press against Miles, the contact sending a jolt through his spine.

Miles grip on Jays waistband didn’t loosen, if anything his fingers tightened almost tugging at the fabric.

Jay opened his mouth, to say what? He wasn’t sure, but the words dissolved into a sharp inhale as Miles hand snapped down his underwear taking the tracksuits bottoms with them, yanking hard, the fabric slid over his hips with a whisper as his hard shaft sprang free, the fabric pooling just above his knees. The sudden night air hitting Jay's now exposed figure, it was cool but not unpleasant.

For a heartbeat none of them moved, Jay's pulse roared in his ears, loud enough he was certain miles could hear it. His hands twitched at his sides with the instinct to cover himself and the stupid, reckless urge to let Miles admire his length.

Jay's breath hitched as Miles hand clasped around his cock, it was warm and soft, no words were spoken but each knew what the other wanted. Jay's hips jerked forward involuntary, chasing the friction, Miles thumb slowly dragged over the head of Jay's cock smearing the precum that had been gathering there, and Jay's knees nearly buckled at the overwhelming sensation. Jay braced his other hand against the wall as Miles stroked him with a slow deliberate rhythm that felt like it was designed to unravel him.

“Thats…” Jay stuttered, then swallowing hard. Miles' fingers tightened slightly, twisting on the upstroke, causing Jay to bite down on his lip to stifle the noises threatening to escape his lips. Miles continued his relentless, pleasurable attack on Jay's throbbing cock.

Miles dropped to his knees with a quiet crunch of the gravel beneath him, the movement sudden and fluid like he’d been waiting for this exact moment to arrive.

His hands slid down jays thighs, his smooth hands against rough skin, pulling jays bottoms down past his knees to his ankles, jays breath stuttered out in a rush, the cold nigh air sharp against his bared skin, but Miles gaze was hot, locked onto his cock with an intensity that made jays pulse hammer.

“Fuck…” Jay muttered, half a curse, half a plea, as Miles leaned in, his breath ghosting over the flushed skin, he didn’t touch yet just hovered, just close enough that Jay could feel his warmth radiating, the faint tremor in his knees betraying him and how badly he wanted this.

Miles' lips parted slightly, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip, and jays grip on the brick wall tightened until his knuckles ached.

The first brush of Miles tongue was deliberate, slow, testing, the barest graze along the underside of Jay's aching cock that sent a shudder rippling through him. Jay's fingers scraped against the wall, grit embedding itself under his nails, he couldn’t look away.

Miles' breath was uneven against Jay's cock, like he was holding back just as much as Jay was, then with a sharp inhale through his nose Miles took jays cock in fully, lips sealing tight around the head, jays vision whited out for a second the sensation overwhelming.

Jay's hips jerked forward instinctively, but Miles' hands clamped down on Jay's thighs. Jay gritted his teeth, his muscles straining as he fought the urge to thrust, to chase the heat of Miles mouth as he sucked and licked Jay's cock.

Miles pulled back just enough to swirl his tongue around the tip, his lips slick. Jay's breath hitched. “Fucking, Christ,” his voice cracking as the words escaped.

Miles dragged his tongue along the length, slow and filthy, before taking Jay in whole sinking his lips down the long throbbing shaft, until Jay could feel the tight pressure of Miles' throat clamping around the head. The sensation was almost too much, the perfect mix of hot and wet. Jay's head thudded forward against the brick wall bracing himself further.

Jay could just make out the way Miles jaw worked, the way his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed around him. Miles fingers dug harder into jays thighs, nails biting into skin, jays stomach twisted with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Jay realised one hand from the wall, tangling it in Miles' hair, not guiding him just holding, grounding himself as Miles sucked him off with a focus that felt like punishment.

Miles swelled around him, the heat of his mouth almost too much. The restraint was killing him, every muscle coupled tight with the effort of keeping himself upright. As Jays breath stuttered, Miles hands loosened on Jays thighs, slightly just enough to let him move, enough to let Jays hips rock forward, just an inch.

It was permission.

Jay didn’t need to be told twice, The second Miles grip loosened, he rocked forward, hips snapping in shallow thrusts that made Miles gag, just for a second, before his throat opened around him, the sounds Miles made were low, muffled, vibrating against Jay's **** cock.

Jay's fingers curled tighter in Miles' hair not pulling but anchoring himself as he set a rhythm, his thrusts slow at first, testing, then deeper when Miles didn’t stop him.

Miles' hands slid higher on Jay's thighs. Fingertips pressing into the muscle there, urging him on. His tongue curled around Jay's cock on every upstroke, the wet heat of his mouth maddeningly perfect.

Jay's breath came ragged, his thighs trembling with the effort of keeping his thrusts controlled, but Miles wasn’t making it easy for him, every time Jay pushed in Miles would swallow around him, his throat working in tight, deliberate, pulses that had Jay's vision blurring.

Jay's finger tips twisted tight in Miles' hair, the strands tough against his knuckles, as the tension coiled tighter in his groin.

Every slick slide in Miles mouth, every chocked off sound vibrating around his cock, sent sparks throughout his body.

He could feel the moment coming, the tension building, that slow inevitable build, like a storm gathering at the base of his skull. Miles must have sensed it, because his grip on Jay's thighs tightened.

“Fuck…” Jay's breath hitched, his hips stuttering forward, his hand pulling Miles head deeper, his cock slamming to the back of Miles throat with a wet, ragged sound.

His orgasm tore through him with brutal ****, a moan escaping his lips that could rival the trains passing overhead, as his cum painted Miles throat, trickling down. Miles didn’t pull away but embraced the feeling as cum spilled down his throat.

Jay's thighs shook with the last drops of his climax. When Jay finally decided to slip free from Miles’ throat, his cock twitched against Miles’ lower lip as they glistened with the remnants of his seed.

The train's distance rumble faded into silence, Miles swallowed hard as Jays breathing returned to normal.

Jay stared down at Miles, his lips still slick, his chin smeared and his eyes glistening reflecting nothing and everything.

Jay pushed off the wall pulling his joggers back up with clumsy urgency, shoving his half hard cock inside, his sneakers skidding on the gravel, “that was decent.” Jay spat out trying to act nonchalant, before helping Miles up.

Jay checked his phone seeing multiple messages and missed calls from the lads, “I’m gonna bounce,” Jay said over his shoulder as he walked, his eyes glancing back over his shoulder at Miles’ figure, his heart pounding with something he couldn’t quite name.

Jay replied to the other lads who had been ringing up his phone. Jay made his way over to Dec’s house…