Another day, another trek to the office.

Before leaving, Evan gave the apartment a quick glance. Since he resided inside mostly empty walls, he had no issue getting the photograph up on them.

Looking at it before going to work almost felt like believing in the effects of a lucky charm, with the hopes of at least a bearable workday.

When he got to the office, the suffocating atmosphere clung to him immediately. Same as usual.

Sadly, the first interaction of the day had to be with Erwin. His ‘lovely’ boss. He offered no greeting, and his gaze only shone with unspoken expectations for Evan.

He didn’t say anything new that Evan wasn’t already prepared to hear, and yet it still felt grating.

“—That’ll be all. You can leave.”

The day droned on, and more emails were sent out or received. Some needed his immediate attention because of the damn signature they contained at the end. Erwin.

His lunch break wasn’t much better. When he went through the company cafeteria to get his lunch and something to drink, he saw the other employees sitting and making small talk. He didn’t pick up on any full conversations, but whatever it was, it sounded very contrived.

At least he was able to take his food to his office, so he could avoid the tense environment. Will even dropped by for a chat.

Unfortunately, that was probably the highlight of the day. And they weren’t even that close.

He was often forced to stay late, though luckily it wasn’t that bad this time.

Peace was finally within reach. He picked up his belongings and headed out of the building.

Once he was back home, his eyes landed on the same spot they had this morning. A reminder that it wasn’t that long until he would be able to meet him again.

It may just be some random art exhibition, but at least it was… something. Anything.

It was early in the evening. The sun was going down, barely visible above the shorter buildings. What did short really mean in a big city like this, though?

In front of some rather unassuming architecture stood a man, leaning against it. He wore exactly what you’d expect to see at this kind of event, i.e., what he always had on. However, the blue shirt was a turtleneck today, which only fit his ‘artist image’ even more.

Since Evan enjoyed dressing up for occasions like this, he found it appropriate to wear a complete suit. He even had a pair of cufflinks on.

“Look at you… Someone came prepared.”

What was meant to be a casual greeting was followed by Jasper keeping his eyes off Evan’s with a soft red tint to his cheeks.

“Wait, what’s that reaction?”

“Okay… as much as I despise corporate rats and all that, I can’t deny I have a thing for suits.”

Evan couldn’t help but laugh.

“Mhm, I totally get it.”

Jasper only responded with a grunt as he pulled the front door open.

“Come—”

“Gladly.”

The right corner of Jasper's lips curled up a bit.

“—With me.”

Once inside, they were met with tall, colored walls filled with equally tall paintings. It wasn’t exactly close to museum-like, but it was still a larger area. The whole place was one room; if the door in the back led to the bathroom and nothing else.

The other people there were gathering in a crowd in front of two people who were setting up to give some form of speech. Jasper went up behind them. He was clearly interested in what they had to say, which was a stark contrast to Evan, whose mind was already wandering.

Thoughts of his office drifted by. The desk and laptop that stood on it… And what about his comfortable bed? It’d be nice to lie in that one right now…

“Evan?”

That took him out of it. Jasper’s lips were so close to his ear…

“Uh… yes?”

Jasper smiled.

“They’re done talking. But, I mean… If you want to keep standing here, I’m not going to stop you.”

“Wait, what did they say?”

“Considering you zoned out like that, I'm guessing you don’t actually want to know.”

“You already know me so well.”

A dismissive wave and Jasper was gone from view. Evan followed after him but at a measured pace. The paintings that surrounded them were of a similar abstract theme, or, as Evan would describe it, ‘let’s be honest, you just threw paint on the canvas’.

Jasper stopped in front of one of them, searching the wall next to it instead of the painting itself.

“Hmm… No plaque or anything. That’s fine, but…”

“So, what’s this all about?”

“If you had listened to the speech, maybe you’d know.”

“Mhm, but what about this one in particular?”

“Ah, I don’t know… Though, hey, hold on. It may not look like it to you, but that is some very intentional brushwork. It definitely means a lot to the one who made it.”

“Ah hah, right. And you don’t at all feel like this might be a little… pretentious?”

“I see. That’s where we’re going, is it?”

That started something in Jasper.

“Actually, there’s somewhere else I’d much rather go.” Evan gestured toward the bathroom door in the back. Jasper's icy expression softened, but not by much.

“Oh, I’ll take any excuse right now to shut you up.”

“Then all you have to do is follow me.”

No one was in there. Yet, at least.

They tried acting as naturally as any two men could while walking into the same stall together.

Once inside, Jasper backed up against the printed concrete, an inviting smile on his lips. If Evan stepped any closer, he’d be fully within his grasp. He was aware of that, yet felt no hesitance.

When he did, Jasper yanked him closer by the tie. Evan’s heartbeat spiked from their sudden closeness.

“Ah, hi…”

Jasper huffed. A sudden shove against Evan’s shoulder staggered him, as he dropped down to his knees. The tie tightened around his neck, making him choke.

“Hey.”

Evan’s face was already heating up, but the other man’s voice made a shiver run down his spine. He was good…

A clicking sound interrupted them. It came from outside the stall, followed by a heavy dragging noise. Someone was entering.

Their eyes met, but none of them said a word. It was a reminder of where they were, and Evan felt somewhat ashamed of the sick thrill he was garnering from it.

He trailed his fingers up Jasper’s thigh before his hand gently cupped the shape that was forming in his pants.

A sharp intake of air and knitted brows. Exactly the reaction Evan wanted.

He felt up the outline that was getting easier and easier to see, still staying above clothes.

“Ah- Mmf.”

Close. Too close. Jasper clasped his hand over his mouth, trying to mask his sigh. It was a beautiful sight every time Jasper sucked his stomach in when he put more pressure on his clothed cock. His inhales were deep and shaky, making Evan’s lips curve into a smug grin. That was met with a glare and a middle finger in his direction.

He was brought out of the moment when a loud slam came from outside.

A palpable silence hung in the air, which remained even after Jasper had removed his hand from his mouth. The stranger was gone, and yet the tension was stronger than ever.

“So…” Evan’s voice was soft, as he slowly unzipped the front of Jasper's pants. With a hesitant smile, he continued.

“You know, I never got to ask you what your situation with testing is. If we’re going to continue like this, it’d be good to know.” Luckily, as intended, his words were releasing some of the tension.

Jasper's gaze was searching. He was probably debating himself, trying to figure out whether he should humor Evan or reprimand him.

“I’ll forgive you… for now. And, yes, all the time. Because, well, you know what I do. You?”

“Regularly. Of course.”

Jasper reached his free hand down, combing his finger through Evan’s soft hair, as he scratched the back of his head.

“Good boy.”

An involuntary moan escaped Evan’s lips. His clothes were starting to feel awfully tight and constrictive.

“Oh…”

“Ah, you liked that… Enjoy getting treated like a dog, do you?”

He saw Jasper's knee lift for a split second before something hard kneaded into his crotch. With a needy yelp, Evan grasped the closest thing he could get to. Jaspers shirt.

“Nngh… M- Maybe…”

The man towering above Evan squinted his eyes. He wasn’t satisfied with that answer.

“Answer. Don’t play coy.”

Being clothed was slowly getting more unbearable. But for some reason, it didn’t feel like he was allowed to do anything without asking for permission first.

“I- I…”

Evan clawed at the rim of Jasper’s pants, as he hesitantly pulled them down alongside his boxers. He got a damn near hypnotic laugh in return. One that was laced with need. Jasper was enjoying this.

“Well?” He pressed down harder on Evan’s crotch.

“Fuck… I- I do…”

“There you go.” Jasper tightened his grip on the back of Evan’s head, making his lips press against the tip of his cock. As Jasper yanked on the tie, Evan felt it breach his mouth, hitting the back of his throat.

His fingers nearly tore through Jasper's shirt.

When he saw Evan shudder from the impact, Jasper loosened his grip again to let him pull away. With a dazed look that made Jasper's face turn a deeper shade of red, Evan lapped his tongue over the glans in front of him.

Evan was completely caught up in the moment as if he had been transported to another place entirely. All he could see—all that was on his mind—was Jasper. And all he wanted to do was please him.

Jasper's legs trembled when Evan took him in his mouth again, as he tried hard not to make a sound.

Once Evan settled into a rhythm, he was encouraged by the hand on the back of his head. Jasper kept scratching him there, while he kneaded his shoe into him. It was all so much stimulation at once; to the point where pre-cum was already darkening his boxers.

That same liquid coated his tongue before Jasper abrasively thrust his cock deep inside. Evan was able to keep up this time though, and pulled away the minute he was able to. He played with the head, dragging his tongue over every inch of it. He even grabbed the base of Jasper's cock and stroked it—fast.

“I- Agh…” Jasper had to step off of Evan to avoid crushing him. The hand on his tie let go as well. He saw it move towards Jasper’s mouth as the man pulsed inside him. Jasper was trying to muffle himself, but much to Evan’s delight, he could still hear the moan under his breath. Thick liquid followed Jasper’s held-back shudder and dribbled down Evan’s throat. He grasped Evan’s hair tighter, as his thumb traced over his ear.

It was all becoming too much for Evan… He had to reach for the swelling in his own pants.

After only a few seconds of desperately rubbing his restrained cock—his mind went blank.

All he felt was something leaving him, as his body slumped against Jasper's legs.

He clung weakly to the man. Both of them were breathing deeply in the stall’s comfortable silence, letting satisfaction settle over them.

“You didn’t need much to come, did you?” Jasper let go of Evan’s head, using that hand instead to pull everything up and zip his pants.

“Uh, well… It does a lot for me… to get treated like that.”

It was a little embarrassing to say out loud. But after what they had just done, it was much easier for Evan to admit.

“Ah, that’s actually… uh, let’s just leave. I’m not about to let myself get hard again already.” Jasper chuckled, though it was a bit shaky.

Evan needed a minute before he was able to stand up.

When he did, their faces got much closer than expected. Neither of them said anything, as they stepped away from the wall. The silence that fell over them this time was a lot more tense. But all they could do was leave the stall.

They tentatively looked around the exhibition hall when they arrived from the bathroom. It was a bit harder to act natural now, but at least one seemed to be looking their way.

“I feel a little bad, so I’m going to go talk to them. You can wait for me outside; I won’t be long.”

“Sure, I will… sir.”

Jasper took in a deep breath, before turning away from him. This was far from over…

Evan watched, as Jasper headed for a booth in the distance. It was manned by the pair everyone had been crowding earlier. After observing them for a minute, Evan left the venue.

When he got outside, he fell back against the cold brick wall. It was getting dark. The night air felt surprisingly soft against his skin after he had gone through such a heated session earlier. A break from getting into a headspace like that was always very necessary.

He could use this time to think back on what he saw back there. Wait, what did he see again?

If an art exhibition didn’t mean much to him, then why did he enjoy whatever Jasper was doing? It was all the same to a certain extent, no?

Speaking of that damn photographer, there he was, striding out of the building like he owned the place. This was his element, after all.

“I’m not done with you, Evan.”

“Awh, what do you mean? I thought I showed the lovely art in there plenty of appreciation.”

“Sure, if you consider the intricate lines—also known as veins—on my cock to be art.”

“I mean…”

“Alright, you’re coming with me.”

Jasper walked right past Evan, not sparing him a single glance. He didn’t need to look to know that Evan was going to follow right behind him.