Random Encounter by Allyson Lindt

Two

Dustin

Monday evening started strangely enough, with Phillip calling me asking if I was up for helping a friend. I figured he meant moving a couch or something, not nude modeling for a university figure drawing class.

Not that I had an issue with the nudity. I’d worked with the digital version of nude bodies for years, and I was a competition swimmer in high school and college, so I was used to wearing practically nothing for an audience. I didn’t have anything to hide.

I also didn’t have an issue with the gorgeous woman who had been in the back of the classroom rendering me in a compromising position with my best friend and occasional more. I hoped she’d be okay after that confrontation with the guy looking for her. If she’d said the word, I would’ve decked the guy pursuing her. No one needed that kind of harassment in their lives.

Being her knight in shining armor had my adrenaline racing. Better still, her sketch—that frozen moment in time of sharing a naked kiss with Phillip—was exactly the way I pictured he and I looked when we were wrapped up in each other. The whole thing had my blood roaring with desire. He and I had been so busy with work, like everyone at AcesPlayed, that we weren’t seeing anyone. We found stress relief in each other and sex, but it was fast and hard without much time for things like drawn-out kisses.

When I reached the classroom, Phillip was gone from the platform at the front of the room, and the students were wrapping up.

“Did you see where the other guy went?” I asked the woman closest to the door.

She looked up, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. “Next door, I think.” Her voice was meek.

So young. Not like Addie, who didn’t look old by any definition, but held herself with confidence and experience, and had a look that said she’d seen some shit. She was, without question, closer to my own forty than anyone else in this room.

“Thanks.” I gave the girl a warm smile, and went to find Phillip.

He was at the back of an empty classroom, head down and focused on the sketch pad in front of him. We were both video game artists, it was how we met, years ago. But we were also old enough we’d learned our craft before digital was a thing. He didn’t look up as I approached, his pencil gliding over the paper.

His subject was a woman with long hair falling around the delicate features of her face as she worked on her own drawing.

I wasn’t the only one whose attention she caught. An unfamiliar and uncomfortable ping echoed in my chest and I dismissed it. “We’re supposed to be the models.” I kept my voice low, to not startle him.

Phillip arched an eyebrow. Fucking sexy. “She was enthralling. Where’d you get off to?”

“Needed a soda. Ended up rescuing her from a grabby ex.” I nodded at his page. “Enthralling and enthralled, based on the way she drew us.”

Phillip closed his book. “I assume that was why she was here.”

“Not what I meant.” I captured his hand and pulled him to his feet, into a similar embrace to the one she’d drawn. It felt good to be pressed against him. “Like this,” I murmured before kissing him hard. Maybe we shouldn’t do this here, but patience had never been one of my virtues.

He pressed a hand to my throat, shifting the power dynamic in an instant and controlling the kiss. His mouth was rough and hard against mine. Desperate. Hungry. Or that was me, sinking into and devouring his desire.

Thiswas more like Addie’s picture. The fact that she’d conveyed this moment through pencil lines, amplified the heat roaring through me. A sketch and a kiss and I was horny and hard. Neat trick.

Phillip used his full body to push me back to a darker corner of the room. With both of us in sweat shorts, his hardening cock was evident against my hip. We were out of the main view of the door, but voices drifted in from the hallway, and anybody could walk in here.

And now I was harder.

I dragged rough fingers up Phillip’s back, pressing closer, grinding my erection into him with the rhythmic pump of my hips. Did I care that I was dry-humping a co-worker in the back of a classroom?

A lot. It was fucking hot.

Phillip grabbed my dick through my sweats and stroked. His rough grip and the burn he left behind was almost too much, but I also couldn’t get enough.

“You draw people fucking for a living”—his voice was gravel—“and some random woman sketches us screwing—”

“Kissing intensely. No penises were sheathed in the making—”

Phillip kissed me again, biting my lips and claiming my mouth completely. “We’ll have to take this to its logical conclusion then.”

“Kissing’s logical conclusion is getting off?” I teased.

“It is when clothes start coming off.” He stopped stroking me and yanked the waistband of my shorts further down my hips, enough to grab my bare cock and free it. His hands were soft, but his grip was tight and skilled when he grasped my shaft and stroked. He worked me until my hips jerked in time with his rhythm. “I think we should make our own art.”

“What did you have in mind?” My voice was barely more than a grunt.

This felt incredible. I didn’t know how he did this to me, worked me up then dragged me to the edge of desperation before release, but every fucking time…

“Your lips around my cock is always a pretty picture,” Phillip said.

“Dude, inappropriate.” I was teasing, and pushing his buttons on purpose. We threw the phrase around at the office all the time. There, it basically meant back off before HR gets involved.

Phillip chuckled dryly, and gripped my cock harder. “Fuck you.”

“Here? Now? With no lube?”

He pushed me to my knees in response.

I gripped the waistband of his shorts in my teeth and tugged them down, putting me at eye-level with his cock. When I dragged my tongue along the head, he groaned and gripped my hair. I took his length in my mouth, and he bucked against my face.

How was this as incredible now as the first time? It never got old.

Voices drifted closer, and my pulse cranked to implausible. I sucked Phillip’s cock, bobbing my head up and down as he fucked my face.

My own dick still hung out, aching with need from the attention it just had.

As Phillip gripped my hair harder, I did the same to his shaft, gliding my tongue along the skin, tasting him with enthusiasm.

His familiar grunts, the way they grew shorter, farther apart, told me he was close. When he paused, then jerked inside me with a shudder, I expected the salty spurt that hit the back of my throat.

I swallowed as he came, still licking and sucking, slowing as he did. When he stopped, I pulled away, and he slid from my mouth.

“Fuck.” Phillip’s voice was raw. He sank to his knees next to me, and grabbed my cock again.

I almost bit back my groan as anticipation surged inside. The whole evening had me so turned on that orgasm built quickly. He knew what he was doing, and I was ready to burst, so it didn’t take much to make me come. The sticky mess spurted across his hand, my sweats, and the floor.

“Oops,” I said with a dry chuckle.

We both sat there in silence for a moment, catching our breath, listening to the world pass by.

We cleaned up the mess with paper towels from the paint supply room—no reason to leave my DNA over some poor teacher’s classroom—and gathered our things.

As we went to leave, I saw Phillip’s sketch of Addie still sitting on the desk. I grabbed it to give it back, but for some reason, I tucked it into my own things instead.

The silence between us was familiar and comfortable as we walked to the parking lot. The wet spot on my sweats was a little awkward, but I didn’t care. It was worth it.

My phone chirped with a new email, and I grabbed it instinctively.

The email was from our boss, and the contents, the name Nolan, made me scowl.

“What is it?” Phillip asked.

I sighed. “Remember I told you about that guy I used to work with, Nolan?”

“The one who claimed you’d stolen his art, and pushed you out of your job over it?”

“Bingo. Apparently, he’s claiming AcesPlayed stole his design for their new game.” Repeating Judith’s message aloud made me even more irritated with the whole thing.

Phillip scowled. “Publicly?”

That would suck worse. We’d come from a company that thrived on public scandal, but here, the game would do that on its own. We didn’t need an extra media drama. “Not yet. He’s sent a Cease and Desist, and said things will stay between him and Aces if the matter can be resolved quickly.”

Phillip dragged out a long breath. “Lovely.”

“We’ve got this.” I was annoyed, but the problem was easily resolved. “Everything is in source control. We’ll kick proof over to Legal tomorrow and it’ll be fine.”

“New person starts tomorrow,” Phillip said.

“Perfect chance for them to learn how we make backups and keep histories of all our files, then.” I was confident that we’d prove our artwork was our own, and this would go away quickly. I came to work for AcesPlayed because I believed in what they were doing. Not because it was naked people fucking, but it was new, groundbreaking, and a game we were all passionate about.

And I was going move into the Director of Art position Judith hadn’t filled because there were only two of us. I was going to be a part of putting our name in gaming history books, in the most incredible way possible.

But I didn’t like that Nolan was back in my life, trying to ride my coattails to glory. Or something. What was his endgame, anyway?