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It’s been a while so I thought it was time to check on Alfie and Church. Here’s a refresher and my inspiration pics:
(Reminder: I don’t know these men but they look like Alfie and Church)
Alfie: 29 and raising his orphaned step-siblings.
Church: Just shy of 50 and a veteran. His family was Amish but he left when he was 17.
They’re amazing together but it’s hard for them to find a moment alone. Alfie gets a weekend to himself and they finally go on a date. Alfie’s got a lot of pent-up sexual frustration because he’s been a single mom to four kids below the age of six for over a year and Church is really sympathetic. I’d also like to point out that this is my first sex on a motorcycle scene and I’m sorry we’re just now doing this. Here’s your dirty, barely edited and early excerpt:
**WARNING! Adult language and graphic sexual content. Please be an adult.**
“You’re an asshole, Church,” Alfie complained as they waited for the garage door to rise.
“You’ve said that several times,” he pointed out as he pulled forward and Alfie glared at him.
“You didn’t have to lick your spoon like that,” he muttered and Church grinned as he shut off the truck and pressed the button for the garage door.
“That crème anglaise was divine,” he said then winked at Alfie as he pushed his door open.
“What does that have to do with you slapping my hand away all the way home?” He asked as he got out and Church laughed as he walked around the front of the truck.
“I don’t trust myself to drive safely while you’re touching me,” he lied and Alfie opened his mouth to call him a liar but he stopped caring.
“You have a motorcycle?” He asked as he pointed at the other side of the garage and Church nodded as he pushed his keys into his pocket.
“I have a motorcycle,” he agreed absently, as if he didn’t understand the significance. Alfie hurried around the truck and pushed against his chest.
“Wait,” he ordered and Church’s brows fell as he looked down at Alfie. “Do you have boots and a helmet too?” He asked and Church’s lips pulled tight.
“Yes. You need those things if you’re going to ride a motorcycle,” he said slowly and Alfie’s hand dragged down his face.
“You’re a Tom of Finland print and you can’t even see it. I’m dying,” he whimpered.
“Do you think so?” Church asked as he glanced at the bike and Alfie gave him a flat look as he pulled a condom out of his coat pocket.
“I was hoping you’d fuck me somewhere between the restaurant and the house tonight but this is much better than what I was envisioning,” he said as he backed Church toward the motorcycle.
“We’d be more comfortable in the bedroom,” he argued and Alfie smirked as he reached into his trouser pocket and revealed a packet of lube.
“I think we’ll be all right,” he said and Church was still for a moment before he nodded.
“Tom of Finland?” He asked and Alfie waved the condom at him.
“We can save the boots and the rest of the gear for next time,” he said and Church’s gaze became heavy as he loosened his tie.
“I’m starting to worry that you’re just using me for my body,” he complained then ripped the front of his shirt open and Alfie bit his lip as pressure and heat flooded his groin.
“To be fair, I didn’t know you’d fuck this good,” he said and Church leaned against the side of the bike.
“Do you know anything about motorcycles?”
“Not at all but tell me about this like I do,” Alfie said as he gestured impatiently and Church’s head snapped back as he laughed.
“I’m so in love with you, Alfie,” he said as he hauled him into his arms. Alfie’s jaw fell and his eyes burned as he began to float. His heart swelled until it felt like it was too big for his chest and his lip trembled. “Are you ok?” Church asked as his hand cradled his jaw and Alfie nodded.
“I’m great and I’m definitely in love with you but you’re kind of ruining the moment,” he scolded shakily and Church pretended to be sorry as he set Alfie away from him. He stood and turned so he could swing his leg over the seat and Alfie stuck the condom between his teeth and stripped off his coat frantically. It was suddenly way too hot as the motorcycle sank as Church sat and extended his legs.
“This is a custom springer softail with a twin carb 88,” he said as he stroked his erection through his pants and positioned it so it stretched along his thigh. It was gloriously large and perfectly obvious in his grey trousers. Alfie was in heaven.
“I bet it’s really loud,” he muttered as he stumbled forward and Church’s hand snaked around Alfie’s head and twisted in his hair.
“Let’s see,” Church said as he pulled him close. He was demanding and ruthless, his lips and stubble crushed and burned Alfie’s lips as he kissed him wildly. Church gave Alfie a moment to gasp for breath then tightened his grip in his hair and forced him to his knees. Alfie went boneless and delirious joy swirled through him as his face was crushed against Church’s hard-on. He panted and lapped at the fabric as he smeared his mouth and nose all over his bulge. Church swore encouragingly as his hands locked around Alfie’s head and his hips bucked steadily. “Get up here,” Church ordered as he pulled Alfie to his feet. He slid back on the bike and helped Alfie straddle the seat in front of him then dug his teeth into the side of his neck and sucked hard. His hands worked at Alfie’s belt and fly swiftly before he was pushed forward. “Don’t move,” Church said as one hand held Alfie down and the other dug into his pocket for his knife. He flicked the blade open and Alfie clenched his jaw as his nerves flared with giddy anticipation. He stifled a shiver as fabric ripped and cool air touched his ass. He was sweating. Goosebumps swept up Alfie’s back as the breeze hit his slick flesh.
“Fuck, this is so hot,” he whispered as his hands closed around the handlebars and his cheek pressed against cold metal. He felt Church shift behind him as he unzipped his fly and Alfie’s passage ached as his sack tightened. The condom wrapper ripped and Alfie shut his eyes as another chill slipped up his spine.
“You’re never going to respect me after this,” Church growled. His face pressed into Alfie’s hair and he inhaled deeply as his hand pushed into his pocket and found the lube…
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