Chapter 3: Shed

"I want to finish this."

Those were the words Paulie had spoken just before he tightened his grip on Lucci's forearm and pulled him in for a searing kiss. The blonde's sudden display of passionate aggression amused Lucci. He liked the feel of Paulie's parted lips pressing against his own closed ones and met them with an unrivaled lust.

The long kiss they had been sharing quickly broke into smaller, more wanting ones as Lucci opened his mouth, increasing the intensity between their kisses. Paulie's initial response was less skillful than Lucci was used to but he found Paulie's kisses to be honest ones filled with a gruff passion and the taste of cheap cigars.

Paulie's dry mouth became saturated with the vaguely sweet tasting saliva from Lucci's tongue as it massaged the roof of his mouth. Paulie pressed forward, slipping one arm around Lucci's lower back while his other arm traveled upward along Lucci's muscular bicep. Then he let out a hot pant as Lucci's slender fingers carded their way through his blonde hair, teasing the strands while pulling him in closer.

Lucci tilted his head slightly to deepen the penetrative movement of his tongue. He wanted to encourage Paulie, to help him loosen up even more so he could keep the blonde interested and in the mood for whatever might happen next. In a matter of moments, Paulie lost himself in those subsequent kisses. His heavy breathing finding no escape except for the inside of Lucci's hot mouth. Paulie closed his eyes as he continued to feel the pulsating tension in his throbbing cock increase.

He was still hard and yearning for Lucci's hand to finish what had already been started between them in that work shed. His mind had become hazy with the fog of lust and desire so Paulie eagerly pressed his hips forward into Lucci's, impatiently trying to speed up their clear act of workplace indecency. Lucci took the grinding movement of Paulie's hips as an invitation to go further. Paulie offered only a sharp intake of breath as Lucci's right hand slid through the front slot of his underwear.

The dark haired shipwright took his time, tressling through Paulie's blonde pubic hair, lightly tugging on the soft patch. It was incredible for Paulie to have the other man's hands focusing so intently on him. As Lucci's left hand continued to stroke the hair at the back of his head, Paulie wondered if he was going to come even before he got his dick out. Strong urges of sexual longing and desperation overtook Paulie as his burning desire to be jerked off by the other man grew. He wanted a hand to satisfy his cock and felt extremely frustrated about having to wait for Lucci's fingers to take action.

Paulie's hands dropped down to his sides and he began sliding his briefs down over his hips, letting them pool with baggy denim jeans at his knees. Lucci's eyes narrowed at this. He didn't take well to Paulie's overt impatience. He'd give the blonde what he wanted but on his own terms. This was for him as much as it was for Paulie and he planned to savory every moment of it.

Paulie felt Lucci's mouth raise off his and depart with a strand of glistening saliva. Lucci's tongue slid along his bottom lip, wiping away the fleeting connection between them both. Seeking to reconnect, Paulie tried to press his lips once again on Lucci's but the other man coyly pulled away and turned his face, not yet willing to give the blonde what he was expecting to have.

Feeling rejected by this, Paulie started to utter a protest but quickly cut off his words when the hand threaded through the hair at the back of his head moved upward and slid his goggles off. Lucci let the goggles fall to the floor with a plunk and shifted the position of his left hand so he was now stroking Paulie's bangs, gliding up and through the blonde's hairline. He could hear Paulie's breath grow deeper and correctly suspected that the blonde felt vulnerable without his goggles. The assumption was much to his liking because it meant he was reasserting that he was the dominant one, as if there was ever question to that. And now it was time to remind Paulie that he was the one who was in control.

Lucci leaned in for a kiss and planted his lips directly on one of Paulie's eyebrows. He felt the blonde flinch at the first touch of tongue but he ignored it and continued to trace along Paulie's brow slowly until he reached the center of his forehead. Paulie responded by arching forward, slipping one hand around Lucci's back while the other drifted over from its place along his hip to join Lucci's at his crotch.

Lucci felt the other man's fingers cup over the hand that was still tressling through his pubic hair. The hand slid over and down his own refusing to wait any longer. Paulie was taking matters into his own hands, so to speak, finally tired of all this taunting foreplay. Paulie tilted his head forward and let it come to rest on Lucci's shoulder as he gave his own balls a lusty squeeze. "Lucci…I…," Paulie said in a husky voice, his tone tainted with an urgency to fuck or be fucked.

"I want to…" Paulie's hand started to tug at his dick, stroking the engorged shaft. The side of Paulie's hand grazed the tips of Lucci's fingers and the blonde's dick pulsated against his tressling hand. "I want to…hurry this up so we can get the hell back to work."

Forcefully, Lucci jerked Paulie around so they both were facing the saw horse. He felt insulted at the blonde's abrupt remarks, pissed off that Paulie treated their time in that shed as though it was something that happened to him every day. As though this was a trivial matter and a nuisance when compared with Paulie's 'precious' work schedule. He gave the blonde's dick an aggressive squeeze.

"Unnnnnnnnnnn." Paulie moaned as Lucci thrust his own hips forward and rubbed the front of his pants that housed his swollen groin against Paulie's bare ass. With a quick, steady motion, Lucci began beating Paulie's cock off. Simultaneously, Lucci latched on to the base of Paulie's neck and started sucking on the skin there, letting it turn red between his lips. The suction sent erotic shockwaves through Paulie's body, causing him to arch back against Lucci's passionate kiss. Paulie's lusty moans couldn't help but fill the tight confines of the shed, echoing off the walls around them. His breathing was erratic and he was becoming more vocal as Lucci became rougher with his hand.

God Paulie loved the way Lucci played with his cock. The way the precum lubricated his shaft as Lucci pumped it and the feel of Lucci's fingers as they worked the sensitive underside of his head. The sensation was quite intense because it mimicked the way he often jerked himself off when he was alone. Simulating the roughness necessary to push closer to the edge.

Lucci's boner pressing against his ass felt amazing. He vaguely felt the desire to free the other man's cock from bondage. The blonde wanted to remove it from the other man's pants, to marvel at its length and shape, and even touch it like Lucci was touching his. With a reddened face, Paulie slipped his hand behind his back and groped for the other shipwright's groin. His hand came into instant contact with the front of Lucci's pants. The grip was almost desperate as it seized Lucci's hard member and gave it a wanting squeeze through the fabric. Lucci pulled Paulie closer, crushing their bodies together and sandwiching Paulie's hand between them letting Paulie's hand take that extra hard squeeze.

With a raspy voice, Paulie breathlessly moaned, "Take it out" as he searched for the zipper.

Lucci stopped jerking him What nerve Paulie had to order Lucci around especially after it had been Lucci who had caught him in such a compromising position earlier. Not only was Paulie telling him to hurry but now he was making demands on how their encounter should proceed. Paulie turned around to face Lucci and seized both of his suspender clasps. He ran his hands down the length of each strap until he came to the waistband. Then Paulie went for the zipper. Lucci stopped Paulie's hands from intruding further by pushing the blonde back against the sawhorse. Paulie shot Lucci a startled look as he collided with the wood.

"Careful damn it," Paulie swore, rubbing his ass, "I don't want splinters."

Lucci smirked. By the end of their encounter, splinters would be nothing to Paulie. He knelt down before the blonde, positioning his face in front of Paulie's twitching prick. Paulie's breath hitched.

"Lucci…" he heard the blonde whimper as his breath fell upon the blonde's penis, "Are you really going to lick down there?"

"Uhhhhhh….." Paulie gasped as the hotness engulfed his member.

There was a sweetness in being inside the other man's mouth, of having Lucci focus his attention there to such a dirty area. There was something exciting about being in this situation. About the feel of the sawhorse against his backside, the chaotic jumble of tools that flanked their bodies, and the rusty shelves that the lined the walls around them. This was a workman's shed and he was being mouth fucked by a workman.

And then slowly, ever so slowly, Lucci's tongue started to work the head of Paulie's cock again, lapping against the tip as the inner part of his mouth applied pressure to the shaft. Paulie knotted his fingers through Lucci's sexy black hair as the shipwright went down on him. "Uhhhnnn." He felt Lucci's hand slip around the base of his shaft, most likely to prevent Paulie from thrusting too quickly.

He knew Paulie was inexperienced and in a hurry also and doing things like this was most exciting and exhilarating... but with each swirl of Lucci's tongue down and over the head and piss hole of Paulie's penis he could feel the blonde getting closer to the ending of this event. Lucci could feel Paulie's hand grip tightening. Still sucking and licking, the black haired shipwright eyes shifted to look up at the other. Paulie's head twisted from side to side. His eyes clenched shut and his mouth gaped open.

Removing his mouth from the tip of the cock, Lucci continued to pleasure Paulie using his hand. Lucci glided his mouth just far enough away that Paulie could still feel Lucci's hot breath against his cock. His wet lips hovering to the side of his manhood. He didn't want to lose this sight. Paulie wanted to take a mental image of this scene and hang it up on the tool box of this abandoned shed.

Watching the black haired shipwright pleasure him made Paulie's shake. He refused to give into the temptation to close his eyes again. This moment was not a dream so there was no need to watch it with his eyes closed. There would never be another chance to watch Lucci do these things to his cock again. So as his body shook, Paulie watched with glazed over eyes as the other man pleasured him.

Lucci licked his lips as he pulled away. His eyes discretely glanced towards the area he'd last sent Hattori. There was no trace of the bird but the fact remained that he and Paulie were not alone. No, Lucci realized, someone else was there with them in that shed and a shock of orange hair told him it wasn't some ridiculous ghost.

"Lucci…" Paulie's wanton cry redrew the dark haired shipwright's attention. With a wolfish grin, Lucci understood Paulie's urgency. The blonde was close to his limit, ready to spill his load. All the better for there to have been an audience watching them then. Lucci picked up the intensity, adding a hand to the base of Paulie's shaft along with his hot mouth. He pumped quicker, enjoying the ever present strain of Paulie's brow and the beat red flush of the other man's face.

"I'm…gonna…" but the blonde never finished that sentence. Instead, he pushed Lucci, driving the man's mouth away so he wouldn't shoot his load inside it. The action surprised Lucci and quickly annoyed him. Now instead of taking it down his throat, he had to deal with blonde's sticky cum spotting his hair and forehead.

Paulie's breath comes out uneven as he recovers from his orgasm. Lucci runs a finger through the cum splattered across his flesh, licking it off while making seductive eyes at Paulie. The blonde's knees buckle in the aftermath of his ecstasy. Though it's shamefully dirty, Paulie still finds himself enraptured by the sight of another man enjoying his taste. Lucci decides to lick every inch of Paulie's cock clean, smirking as he hears the light footsteps of Kaku retreating from the corridor.

Paulie leans his head back, his mind whirling from the fact that he just had another man get him off. No, not just another man, Lucci. Lucci just made him cum! He's surprised when the Lucci starts pulling up his underpants and tucking Paulie's cock back in, following it up by drawing his jeans back up his legs. Paulie awkwardly tries to help Lucci fasten his belt but the other pushes his hands away. "Wait. What about you?" Paulie asks, knowing Lucci is standing before him harder than shit.

Lucci ignores him, bending to pick up his hat.

"You wanna quit? I don't understand…" Paulie states, scratching his head. The least he could do is return the favor.

"Broo-hoo. I thought you wanted to hurry up and get the hell back to work?" Hattori says as he lands on Lucci's shoulder.

"Damn it! I…I do but…"

"Mr. Iceburg's counting on you Paulie."

"Shut up. I know that!" Paulie answers, flushing a bit. As one of the dock foreman, he knows that better than anyone the value of being productive at work but the temptation to linger on to relieve Lucci is difficult to abandon. The thought that this may never happen again clouds the blonde's mind and he wants to urge Lucci to continue but he thinks better of it and heads towards the exit, leaving Lucci to take care of matters on his own.

Lucci waits until he hears the shed door close before turning and heading towards the final area of the shed. In the mirror, he catches sight of the specks of Paulie's cum drying in his hair. A quick rinse removes the evidence and a cursory search of the area turns up what he was hoping to find. Before him in the cabinet is the blue cerulean folder.

To be continued…