Under the bridge


The passing traffic looked like a blur to Keyaron’s eyes, fuzzed lights in a sea of glare. Anything beyond that was just a foggy haze of looming shadows, and blackness. The sound of passing cars and trucks were hard, but nothing hit him as the constant shock of the cold. Bradford was bitter some nights, and it wasn’t even snowing. It was the type of cold that cut straight through whatever you were wearing.Not much further and maybe he could forget a bit of cold for a while. Keyaron kept his eyes fixed on his homeboy trudging the footpath in front of him. That wasn’t blurred. His eyes stayed downcast for the most part, watching the red bandanna hanging from the guy’s jeans pocket. Sometimes he just stared at Cedric’s ass instead. With as much liquor in him as there was, he just kept his head down and concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other.Cedric was off the footpath in a lanky stride, stepping over the barrier and into the twisted, dying mess that was meant to pass for vegetation here. It was a blurred mass of reaching branches, sometimes clusters of green lost in the dark, growing from a ground trampled and muddied, littered with garbage tossed from cars. Keyaron struggled with the barrier a moment, calling after his homeboy.“Fuckin’ hold up a moment, nigga.”Cedric paused between two bushes, on a furrowed path cut by many before them. Keyaron wasn’t so blind he couldn’t see the cold, suffering expression on his boy’s face. His hood was up, and his neck scarfed in wool, as well as their red gang colors. The black jacket he wore over his hoodie was too thin to do much to stunt the cold. His jeans sagged, old and threadbare in places. He looked gangly in his clothes, but Keyaron had brawled enough with the light skinned brotha to know there was muscle under that loose attire.In comparison Keyaron was all g’ed up, local slang for over-representing his gang. Purebreed red in the bandanna around his neck in rodeo style, as well as his football jersey and big, puffy red jacket. His red pants were in the laundry, his substituting black jeans the only odd part of his clothes out. Even with all the layers, he could still feel the cold. It made his burly form sore from tightness, and his head hurt. He couldn’t remember where he had dropped his cap, and his fade wasn’t keeping the cold out.Cedric disappeared as soon as he was over the fence. Keyaron thought to shout another annoyed warning to slow down, but saw that familiar, narrow ass again as soon as he rounded the bushes. He could see cars again, moving blurs in black as they walked the ridge towards the underside of the overbridge. Beyond that was a tangle of highways and ramps, and a skyline lost on his poor sight.“I need to take a fuckin’ piss,” Keyaron announced, as he spied the dark stain ahead, where concrete gave way to shadow. Cedric was slowing again, hands in pockets.“We almost there.”“So fuckin’ cold, nigga. Ain’t surprised there’s no fam out on the street. Why we even leave that party for this shit?”“You want somewhere to crash for the night,” Cedric said, in an almost dead tone. He vanished almost suddenly into shadow, and Keyaron followed. He didn’t like the smell, but he was tiring quick from the walk, and starting to care less. Dim colors painted the walls further in.“I need somewhere to piss.”“Go piss over there. I’ll go get us a spot.”Keyaron Ataşehir Escort let his eyes adjust to the dimness beneath the overbridge. Traffic rumbled overhead, like passing thunder. There was an edge to the darkness, concrete and hard, that was long since lost on Keyaron as he stared after where Cedric was going. He’d seen worse, and at least this was out of the wind. He worried about whether he was going to mess up his jacket, and thought about cussing his boy out if he picked a place that was muddy. He couldn’t make out the tagging along the wall, and hoped Cedric was bright enough to pick a place that was friendly.“It’s fuckin’ cold,” Keyaron complained again. It was too quiet, even with the traffic. Nothing compared to the noise of the party, since they had left it. He looked through the darkness to where Cedric was sitting down against the wall. “I dunno that I wanna piss, man. Means I got to take my dick out. You wanna hold it so I don’t get cold?”Keyaron saw Cedric looking back his way, but his expression was lost on his poor eyesight. He just shot his friend a shiteating grin, all fooling and clean white teeth against his dark complexion. When it was apparent that Cedric wasn’t going to bite, he stepped up to the wall like it was a urinal, planting his feet apart. He felt the weight of the bottle of beer in his jacket as he pawed down at himself, cussing the floud of cold that he was letting in.His fingers felt like ice on his dick, and it took a moment to get up the urge to piss, even with the full bladder. The relief was nothing to make up for the frigid feeling of the cold. He didn’t want to take his time, but a night of beer wasn’t going to let him go quickly.“Freeze my fuckin’ cock off,” he joked, looking back at Cedric. He idly wondered if Cedric was watching, but he wasn’t. Cedric was strangely quiet tonight, he’d noticed. He settled for just staring at that blurred lump that was his homeboy, and thought what it was like if Cedric didn’t think he was joking about holding his dick. It took the edge off the cold.Shaking, he shoved himself away, and zipped up, avoiding standing in the puddle of piss that had spread from the spot. Keyaron offered Cedric the bottle from his pocket, almost instantly cursing how cold it felt. When Cedric shook his head, he sat down next to him and put the bottle aside. He was bored almost instantly, feeling the hard ground beneath him. It was still cold as fuck, and darker now. Beyond the lip was traffic he could hear, but not see.“Could use gettin’ my dick in something warm tonight,” he remarked, idly. He hated the quiet. “Wanna feel how cold it got just takin’ it out to piss?”Cedric shoot his head, “You crazy.”“Nah, I’m crazy missin’ out on gettin’ pussy somehow. How’s a nigga like me fuck that up?”“Brawling,” Cedric remarked, almost coldly. “Same reason we under a bridge.”Keyaron looked at the guy’s face, staring out into the dark. His face was framed by matted, short dreadlocks, and a hoodie that lent deepness to the shadows there. Keyaron didn’t care much for the subdued expression he was seeing. There wasn’t any empathy there for what he was going through. Keyaron couldn’t even remember who had started the fight, or how they had got thrown out. He had toyed with the idea of going somewhere quiet, and that was Ataşehir Escort Bayan about as much as he remembered now. Cedric didn’t look up for much.Keyaron gave his boy something akin to a one armed hug that quickly turned manly, into a rough hussle, “At least it’s quiet up in here, was startin’ to get deaf with that fuckin’ music.”“Whatevers cool, Key.”Keyaron felt all those urges and impulses flare bright as he roughed with Cedric, as brief as it was. It had been a while since he had felt another man this close. And he sure as fuck didn’t trust another man to sit this close like he did Cedric. He stared at Cedric’s thick lips, and that light fuzz that almost passed for a goatee. He didn’t want to ask what was on his mind. Probably just angry they’d been kicked out.Cedric was staring at his boots. Keyaron realised they were the same mucky boots he wore for his construction work, and then realised he was wearing his work jeans too. Both had been cleaned up as best as they could, but didn’t much hide the fact. Cedric had stuck at work better than he had managed. Keyaron knew it was the effects of that work he felt when he pulled at his shoulders. His own body was hardened by an almost obsessive attention to impress, during the long hours Cedric was away earning wages.Keyaron put his arm around Cedric’s shoulders, something that he told himself would make him feel better. He didn’t care other than how it made him feel right now, feeling that hardness against his body.Cedric didn’t much respond, and he grew bored with that after a while too, risking the bottle again.“You want some beer?”“Think we had enough.”“Never enough beer, nigga,” Keyaron remarked. He opened the bottle, feeling the cutting cold in his grasp. It was worth it for another taste of beer. But when the beer turned out to be as cold as the glass bottle, Keyaron tried to hide the fact he wasn’t as enjoyable as it had been back at the party. He offered it to Cedric. He just shook his head.“You remember that chick I was hittin’ on? The one in the short skirt?” Keyaron asked, trying to light up the conversation again. The beer hit a new cold inside him, and he tried to find somewhere flat to put it aside. “How the fuck did I miss out on that?”“We got thrown out, Key. Brawling.”Keyaron stared over at Cedric again. Boy, he really was mad, wasn’t he? Was that why he was giving him the silent treatment? Keyaron figured this was what he should get from a bitch if he ever went steady, it was a pain in the ass getting it from one of his homeboys. He wondered what was up with his boy Ced sometimes.“You gonna keep singin’ that same old fuckin’ tune?” Keyaron asked. He couldn’t bring himself to let his tone hit too hard, as neglectful as he was to his friends feelings sometimes. “Fuck, that shits already done and done. Forgotten.”“Just because you can’t remember it …”Keyaron frowned and glanced back over at Cedric, losing the words to a heavy rumble of a truck above. “What?”“Nothing, Key.”Keyaron put his arm around Cedric’s shoulders again, partly because he wanted to feel that hardness again. It was starting to seem a little strange that he should be hugging up on him like this so much without any reason. Keyaron figured that if maybe Cedric wasn’t so tied up in being mad at him maybe he might start seeing the Escort Ataşehir signs. But then again, maybe he just had to drop it a little more plain and simple.Those sort of words never came all that easy. At least not unless it was a bitch he was chatting up.Cedric’s body was lean against him, pulled in hard by a heavier weight of his arm. Keyaron kept him close for the moment, risking whatever might come so he could feel a little of that warmth. He realised he could feel Cedric’s lean form trembling, and worked out that he was colder than him. He dropped his voice to that low tone he sometimes used with the girls, hardly without realising.“That warm you up ok?”Cedric nodded a little in reply. Maybe he was pissed for him getting them thrown out of the party. It was a lot warmer in there. Keyaron’s mind was still in the same place it had been after they had hit the pavement. His chances with the girls were blown for the night. Best find somewhere quiet to spend some time with his boy. Not that he got that way too often, but it was good to fall back on, if he could pull it.“Bit of a fuckin’ drunk I guess,” Keyaron conceeded. It had meant to come out like an apology of sorts, but it hadn’t made it that way. “Pretty fucked up we gotta stash up here the night.”“Yeah.”It occurred to Keyaron why they had ended up here, rather than any number of other places. The realisation was almost as cold as the temperature. He tried to think of a place that he hadn’t got them thrown out of lately, or someone he hadn’t pissed off. Just another fight, another tresspass. Another broken friendship.But Cedric was still at his side, so shit wasn’t that bad. Not that Cedric was going to leave him. Keyaron didn’t dwell on the blinding moment of clarity too long before he realised he was getting a bit warmer down in his jeans. His mind was too lodged on sex not to feel the effects of Cedric this close to him. The half embrace had never been so innocent that he wasn’t thinking of everything that could come of it.“We’ll be cool,” said Keyaron, that quiet, smooth tone touching his voice again. “Ain’t that long till mornin’ anyway, nigga. We can keep warm.”Keyaron wondered if that last part might clinch it, but he felt nothing back from it. He was starting to feel a real reason to be pissed now, and pulled his bandanna up over his face with his spare hand. He took his arm back from Cedric’s hard, lanky shoulders to tie it a little tighter, but the sensation in the pit of his gut, and the warm, pleasant feelings in his groin made sure it was only a brief moment away.“I can get your hand warmed if you want,” he remarked, smiling privately at how lewd it sounded. Nice and obvious, too. Cutting straight to what he wanted. Cedric looked over at him, dark eyes questioning. “You know, nigga …”“What?”“Keep your hand warm.”Keyaron lost sight of the confusion in Cedric’s eyes, spying those thick lips again. He started to harden a little more as he imagined them down around him. That’s all that mattered about now, it’s all he could think of, banishing the cold. They always looked so soft and warm, even with that weathered face, pleasant enough, but nicked with a few light scars. The thought’s drained away as the excitement wanned.“It’s cool, nigga. Fuckin’ with you.”What was worse? Being cold or being frustrated, Keyaron wondered. He pulled Cedric hard to him, feeling a bit of fight back in return. He smiled under his bandanna, playing it all off like a joke. Like some sort of game between friends, even though the whole point had been lost. He wondered if Cedric could see how hard he was getting, as he glanced down with interest at Cedric’s own jeans.

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