The Old Brick Bar wasn't the place most would want to find themselves in on Valentine's day. It was dark, filled with smoke and catered to a rough crowd but Albus sat in the back in a little alcove with a window cut out giving him view of the rest of the bar. It was less than a five-minute walk from his apartment and he didn't want to go to any restaurant considering most would judge why he, a single man would waste a perfectly good table that a couple on a date would want. Also, the place gave him some great inspiration.

Albus was an artist or at least he wished to be. It didn't exactly pay the bills and commissions were coming in slow, after the holiday season. Also, he had hit a block. He couldn't figure out what to draw, any time an idea came the moment he picked up his sketching pencil it left his brain. So not having anything to do today he came down to the bar and simple started drawing what he saw.

The bartender, a pretty girl with long blonde hair with a tattoo all around her neck. Two big guys in the corner in leather jackets. A younger woman in a black dress and heels sitting at the bar complaining about men, an elderly man sitting there nursing his second pitcher. It was good getting the feel of sketching again and drawling what one sees eliminates the need for an idea.

Then he walked in. A young man around Albus's age had taken a set by himself behind the pool table. He was tall and blonde and a bit to dress up for a place like this in a dark gray suit. He was reading over a tablet biting his lip as he did so.

Albus had very intrigued by him. He dedicated two whole pages of lip biting and another to his fingers, long and slender the man would sometimes bite his index finger when he was pondering over something. He had made to rough sketches of the man's face getting the hard line of his jaw just right and stretch of his neck. Albus then he dived a bit deeper into his own fantasy and started drawling the man in more detail. The man's eyes looking up at Albus, wanting him, his lips parted slightly. More than once Albus had almost gotten caught and every time he went red he doubted this stranger would like to be exploited for his drawling.

With a sigh Albus flipped his sketch book over and headed to the bar. He paid his tab thinking he should just head back home there wasn't much more he could draw here comfortably and its cheaper to get drunk in one's home. Deciding on hitting up the restroom first.

After finishing his business and going back to his stuff his heart did all but jump out of his chest when he saw the blonde man who had been sitting across the bar at his seat looking over his sketchbook. "What are you doing" He whispered through his teeth not wanting to bring attention to himself grabbing for the notebook.

He kept the notebook out of reach. "I was wondering why you kept staring at me and it seems you're a pervert." The man said his gray eyes illuminating, he had flipped the note book to a finished drawling of himself biting his finger and glaring out at the audience, Albus noted that he did not capture the glare very well compared to the real thing.

"I was merely practicing my technique." Albus said ears going red and clenching his fist.

"And all of these?" The man asked flipping to the several drawling of lip biting.

"I was working out what angle I preferred."

"Okay, and this one?" He asked turning to the drawling Albus had decided he should go home and finish. Albus's face was completely red, it was much harder to write off as simple practice.

It wasn't finished yet but there was enough detail to assume what was happing in the sketch. A long-pointed face strained upward, lips parted. Albus had intended it to become a point of view sketch but now he wanted to throw his whole sketch book into the fire.

"There is nothing perverted about that just a different angle besides its not done whose to say its you." Albus said grabbing for the rest of his things.

"Perhaps your right. I could get a second opinion from the bartender she likes kicking out perverts."

"No." Albus moved in front of him keeping him in the alcove. "I'm sorry okay I'll rip out all the drawings I have of you and tear them to shreds."

"I have a better idea. Finish this drawling."

"What?"

"Finish the drawling. I want to see the out come of this drawling. When you close your eyes and see my face this is what comes to mind. I want to see that." He leered down at Albus cutting into his personal space his gray eyes still glinting.

"It could take an hour or more for me to finish besides I don't want to."

"I want you to though and I was your unwilling model." Albus glared at him, he could just leave but the sketch book had other drawling in it, works in progress and old favorites. He also didn't think he could handle the humiliation of this guy keeping his sketchbook. Fuming he took a seat and pulled out his pencils. The man gave a smirk and took a seat moving it so Albus would have to past him if he wanted to leave. He waved over the bartender ordered a pitcher with two glasses and handed Albus his sketchbook.

Albus looked down at his unfinished drawling embarrassed, he had been wrong to draw a complete stranger in such a way, but he was also angry if this guy hadn't snooped into his things he would have never known. He looked up at they blonde haired man who had poured himself a tall glass and was sipping it gingerly meeting his stare with cool gray eyes, he really hadn't managed to capture his eyes well at all.

The image slowly came to the surface in him minds eyes. This man on his knees in front of him, Albus lifting his chin up his pale pointed face red with embarrassment, his eye, whom Albus had mistaken for blue when he sat across the room, wide and uncertain his mouth opened just barley as if Albus was going to be the first man he had ever sucked off.

Albus looked back up at the man, he was still watching him a smirk on his thin pink lips. "Does it turn you on thinking of me in such a way." Albus felt the return of heat on his face, could he read his mind or was it that obvious. He then felt the mans shoeless foot press against his groin. Albus jumped and covered his mouth before a sound could escape. "You better hurry I don't think you will last very long." Albus adjusted himself expecting the man to move his foot but he didn't. Gritting his teeth, the old image disappeared and a new on came, one that matched the personality of this stranger much better.

It had taken Albus over an hour. During that time the man had finished off the pitcher and ordered another. Albus had sketched, erased and redrew, taken moments to really think about the new image and man would press his foot into the bulged, sliding it up and back down if he felt Albus's pauses were too long. Albus wouldn't give him the satisfaction of leaning into the friction but had snapped a pencil right in half, to the mans great enjoyment.

"Done?" He asked putting down his cup. Albus looked over the image one last time before handing the man his notebook. The man bit his already pink lips as he looked over the sketch. Albus pulled at the collar of the blue sweater his grandma had made him for Christmas. It was suffocatingly hot. The heat from his groin as the man curled his toes over his bulge and back down. The heat of the now stuffy smoke-filled bar and the heat of the alcohol he had been drinking it made his clothes very uncomfortable.

"Your art is good, even though you have pornography tendencies." Albus didn't bother to defend himself his concentrations was on his groin as the man has added his other foot and now had Albus's length sandwich between them. The man gave a smirk setting the notebook back down. It was still a sketch of the man but instead of uncertainty and hesitation in his eyes Albus had changed it to determination and desire. He wasn't on his knees in front of Albus because Albus wanted him there he was there because its where he liked to be, he like looking up at the man he was about to suck off because in that moment he was the one in control.

"I think you should head to the bathroom." The man said pulling away his feet. "Take care of yourself." He glared at the man who gave him a coy smile. Albus did however take the offer and darted to the back hall where the bathroom was. The humiliation of the night was becoming to much.

He very quickly checked to make sure the two stalls were empty before grabbing a handful of paper towels. The door to the bathroom opened and the blonde man walked in. Albus stood frozen watching the man as he locked the door behind him. "I thought perhaps you would like me to take care of you." Albus felt a long shiver run up his spine. "You can decline of course maybe you only like fantasizing about it." Albus watched the man, his neat gray suit and polished shoes, his short blonde hair falling over his face casting a shadow of his gray eyes. Everything about this situation was wrong. This man was a stranger, didn't even know his name, they were in a public bathroom at a hole in the wall bar. Albus felt his jeans loosen as his hands undid his belt. His body had a need one that he himself didn't thing he could take care of. Here was this wildly handsome, dangerously confident willing man offering to help, he didn't want to say no.

"Very well then I'll let you know if you meet expectations." The man gave a closed mouth smile and walked up to Albus pushing him against the wall his large hand gripping Albus's waist, they kissed. Albus was surprised and embarrassed somehow a kiss was much more intimate in his mind then a blow job. But he kissed back he had just spent the better part of four hours drawling this man's lips he wasn't going to waste it.

His lips were wet and chapped from when he bit and licked over them. He tasted very strongly of the ale and smelled of smoke. Just when Albus had wondered if he would the man bit down on his lips, he thrusted his hips into the man who pulled away, licked over the bite and gave a chuckle. "I don't think your expectations can compare to your realty."

He moved to his knees his hands sliding around Albus's back over his butt and the back of his thighs. He gave a tug and the jeans came down having already been undone. His length twitched against the new-found freedom and air. The man licked his lips, bring his hands to the front and slowly ran them back up Albus's thighs over his boxers and up under his sweater. It felt like a wet cloth was being pressed against his burning skin where the mans hands touched only to set fire again as they moved on to the next.

Albus sucked in a breath of air when the man brought his lips to the skin just above the hum of his boxers leaving light kisses. He traced along Albus's happy trail with his tongue stopping at his navel before going back down.

The man pressed his hot open mouth against Albus's length. Albus leaned into the wall clenching tight to the paper towels still in his one hand while his other covered his mouth. Albus watched as the man's eyes meet his, a teasing smugness in them as his tongue traced over Albus's length just the thin fabric of his boxers separating the two of them.

His fingers slipped into Albus's boxers as he slowly pulled them down past his knees, joining his pants by his ankles. "Very excited." The man laughed taking his length in his hand. A shudder rippled through the Albus as the man ran his hand up his length and running his palm over the head and back down.

"You made sure of that out at the table." Albus crocked out.

"I wanted to punish you, embarrass you. I still am, you are very embarrassed by this, but I think you like it." The tip of his tongue swept over his head while his hand messaged up and down his shaft all the while he watched Albus.

Albus burned the image into his eyes. His pale beautiful face, soft pink lips, tender wet tongue and cool gray eyes. When he went home he would draw this image, he would paint it, sculpt it, return to it every night he went to bed.

The man enclosed his whole mouth over Albus's head his tongue circling around and over and back again. Albus gathered as much fabric from his sweater and bit into it keeping himself form making any much noise.

He pulled Albus's length out of his mouth then licked down his shaft, tracing over his balls before taking it back in his mouth. Albus began thrusting matching the moment as the man's bobbing head. He lunged forward as the man took him in deeper his teeth grazing over the soft sensitive skin. He needed something to hold onto. He dug his hands into the man's hair holding tight as the man continued to deep throat him. The mans nails dug into Albus's legs as he thrusted faster and faster. With a surge and a twist in his stomach he pushed back but the man who kept his hand on his length continuing to massage his length. Albus came with a groan, his cum spraying the man's face in a sticky white mess though he didn't seem deterred. Instead he licked some away from his lips with the same smugness in his eyes.

"Sorry. I tried to push you away." He said taking the towels that were still in his hand and wiped the man's face clean. Once cleaned faced the man stood up, Albus had forgotten that the stranger was taller than him.

"Yes, but I didn't want you to. You seem to lack discipline. Perhaps I should take you to a hotel and show you." He said taking Albus's hand and pressing it into his own hard length in his dark gray pantsuit. Albus felt the throbbing against his hand and his own relight.

He looked up at the man his face red from the heat and red with embarrassment. The man eyed him curiously continuing to guide Albus's hand over his length in steady strokes. "I'll leave first, pay and head out the door. I'll wait by the side of the building for five minutes, if you aren't there by that time we will leave it here." The man quickly stepped aside washed his face and left. Albus stood against the wall his jeans and boxers still wrapped around his ankle.

He grab his pants and belt and hastily fastened them back on. As calmly as he could he strolled out of the bathroom. He tried to force the shame of what took place down deep inside him. He went to his bag still at the table in the alcove. The man was nowhere in the bar, pulling at his sleeve he looked at his watch, it had been a little over two minutes.

Albus started putting his things away with shaky hands, his heart thumping and his head racing. The man was just outside the door waiting for him, would he actually go. He had said that Albus need discipline, what did that entail. There was a jolt in the core of his stomach.

Never in his life had Albus done something so dirty. So, electrifying. He grabbed his sketchbook and flipped to the page of the drawling that lead to this situation. He had much more of a teasing side to him then Albus had managed to capture. Compared to the real thing both his sketch and fantasy was inadequacy.

The way the man's lips teased the skin of his stomach. His tongue running up along his length. His hands massaging his legs. The longing his body was still there, he imagined himself under this man his neat gray suit removed revealing his pale white skin contrasted by Albus's dark tanned. His lips exploring Albus's body while Albus explored his.

Albus adjusted himself feeling the heat from his groin spread up into his chest. His whole face was red the sweater was to much he needed to get home. He needed get out of these clothes. He needed to feed this desire but first he needed the man.

As he pushed the big red door of the Old Brick Bar open, he felt the cold February night air hit him, but it did nothing to cool him down. The man was leaning against the wall near the side of the building his blonde hair brushed back out of his face his gray suit covered by a slick black coat. Looking at his calm quite appearance, there was no indication that he had just given a stranger a blow job in a public bathroom.

Another jolt ripped through Albus as the mans gray eyes fell on him. He bit his lip with an amused smile. "Forty seconds to spare."

"Sorry I'll be faster next time." Albus gave a teasing smile. "As for a hotel I don't think that will be necessary." He watched wanting to see if the man's confidence would falter. It did not. "I have an apartment just two blocks from here."

"Lead the way."

***This story is a lot longer than I intended. Its also rather different from my other mature stories, I'd say more aggressive but I wanted to try something different, please let me know what you think and go check out my tumblr sskinner155.***