Jon was sipping coffee, finishing his breakfast of eggs and toast, reading a USA Today paper, in the restaurant of a hotel. They'd seated him in a back corner and he was sitting with his back to the rest of the restaurant.
A body guard had stationed himself near the entrance, keeping a wary eye out for potential disruptions, however, there weren't very many people at this early hour, a few business people dressed in suits, their briefcases in hand.
Richie and another bodyguard walked in to join him. Richie's man paused to speak to Jon's and Richie continued on to Jon's table.
"Fuck, it's too damn early for this shit," he said as he sat next to Jon. Jon laughed as he put the newspaper down.
"And guess what? They postponed the interview until this afternoon, I can't believe no one told you."
"You are fuckin' kiddin' me. Well, hell."
"Eat some breakfast. The coffee's good here. Why don't you come run with me in a little while?"
"I don't know."
"I'll run slow. Promise." Jon gave him a smile, there was something else in his eye that Richie detected.
"Ok, if you promise not to make me eat your fuckin' dust," he laughed. Jesus, when was the last time he ran, jogged or even walked fast?
They left the restaurant and went back to their rooms to let their food digest then they got ready to go out. They met Louis, their head of security, outside in the hallway. He would accompany them through the streets on the route he'd already mapped out for them. They took off out of the back of the hotel, Jon setting a slow pace so as not to leave Richie behind.
"You'll know when your body is handling the exertion when you can carry on a conversation while running. How ya feelin' buddy?" Jon sounded like he was standing still.
"I'm doin' ok," Richie replied, only slightly breathing hard.
After about another half a mile, Jon glanced over to Richie and saw he was breathing a little harder, the sweat beginning to drip down his face. Jon glanced back at Louis who had been giving them verbal directions.
He motioned to Louis and he sped up and overtook the two, then took a position a few yards in front of them as they continued down the back street. There was very little traffic, away from businesses and retail establishments, at the moment, they looked like they were running in a warehouse district.
They passed a lot of large metal buildings, some with vehicles driving in and of them, some empty, their huge doors wide open, some closed. There was a little construction work happening down the street, the sound of jackhammers drowning out their footsteps and all other noise.
Jon spotted something ahead and reached over and touched Richie on the arm, he looked over at Richie and caught his eye, motioned with his head to change directions. Jon put his finger to his lips to signal Richie to be quiet. They veered off into a large doorway of a building, the doorway big enough for a truck to drive through, one of several alike they had already passed, wide open and virtually empty.
Jon dodged behind the metal wall and stopped, pulling Richie in and behind him. He peered back out of the building and saw that Louis had kept going, unaware that they'd stopped.
"Ha, ditched him," Jon laughed.
Richie was bent over, trying to catch his breath. His shirt was soaked already. Jon looked like he'd barely broken a sweat, a slight sheen on his face, his shirt had a small stain beginning to bloom on the front.
"Shit, I'm gonna die before I get back to the hotel," he said, disgusted with himself.
"No, I wouldn't let that happen," Jon said as he pulled on Richie's chin with his hand. Richie looked up and saw that wanting look on Jon's face. He smiled.
"Shit, YOU are gonna kill me before I get back to the fuckin' hotel," Richie laughed.
"So, Rich, you ever done it in a warehouse that you don't know where the fuck it is?" Jon laughed as he looked around to see if anyone else was in the building. There was some heavy equipment parked in the building, it looked like it hadn't moved in a while with parts lying on the floor around it. That was about all he saw. Some tools, but no sign of people anywhere. They were all outside working at the construction site.
He peeked outside again, no sign of Louis, or anyone else nearby, the sounds of hammering, metal on metal and concrete filling the air. He looked back at Richie. Richie was glaring at him, then his mouth broke into a smile.
"No, not yet," he finally said.
Jon looked at him for a minute.
"I dare you to . . ." he started to say.
" . . . suck you in this fuckin' warehouse? You've got to be fuckin' kiddin', someone will walk in that wide open door. No. The answer's no," Richie said laughing incredulously.
Jon looked around then started walking toward the machinery. He walked all around it, hands on hips, when he was behind it he could tell they were hidden from the doorway.
"Are you tellin' me you're too fuckin' chicken to give me a blow job right here?" Jon said again, taunting Richie. Richie looked around. They were hidden from view where they were.
He let out a sigh, shaking his sweat dripping head.
"Jesus, Jon." And with that, he grabbed a handful of Jon's hair and pulled him roughly to him, kissing him open mouthed, his tongue diving in, tasting salty sweat on Jon's lips.
"Mmmmmm," Jon murmured into Richie's mouth. Richie reached down and rubbed Jon's hardness through his running shorts. Jon started grinding his hips into Richie's hand. Richie slipped his hand down the shorts, into the lining, gripping Jon's rock hardness, running his thumb over the head, smearing the sticky precum over it.
He dropped down to his knees and pushed Jon back against the machine. He plunged Jon's hot cock into his mouth, slathering his tongue around it. Jon stepped back and banged his head on the hard metal, gasping from the sharp pain on the back of his head as well as from the hot streak shooting between his legs.
"SHIT," his breathing coming in shorter bursts.
He gripped Richie's head with his hands, tangling his fingers in the soft dark hair. He could feel Richie's teeth scraping across the underside of his erection, a burning sensation beginning to rise from the base. Richie continued raking his teeth up and down Jon's cock, feeling Jon's hips increasing their rocking motion.
A noise came from the direction of the door, footsteps and voices. Some of the workers from down the street. Richie stopped in mid stroke, looking up at Jon. Jon looked down, shook his head to not stop, he kept his hands on Richie's head, holding it while pumping his cock in and out of Richie's mouth.
Richie bit down harder, increasing the pressure of his teeth against the hot flesh of Jon's erection. Then he felt Jon push hard, hot come began shooting into his mouth. Jon bit his lip to stifle his cry as his orgasm ripped through him.
Richie released Jon's cock, sucking the last drop from the tip and licking his lips. He stood and looked at Jon, leaning against the heavy machinery, breathing like he'd just run a marathon, sweat pouring down his neck.
They stood silently until the footsteps and voices diminished. They looked around the side of the machine. The building seemed clear.
"Ha, now who's out of breath?" Richie laughed and covered Jon's open mouth with his own, dipping his hot tongue in. Jon pushed him away and bent over, hands on knees to catch his breath. He finally looked up.
"I wonder how to get back to the hotel," he said.
"Don't know," Richie said, "But I'm not runnin' back."
"Me either," Jon said laughing. "Maybe they'll come looking for us in a car." He put his arm over Richie's shoulder and they walked out of the building together.