#thillip

Phillip glanced around for a moment before dropping his chin to Thomas’ shoulder. “I don’t need the bathroom. I just saw you and wanted to say hi.” His hand trailed down Thomas’ thigh before curving inwards between his legs.

Thomas grabbed for Phillip’s wrist, digging his fingers in and holding his hand still. “You’ve said it, now please leave.”

“You sound tense, Thomas, I thought we had a deal for when you’re tense.” Phillip leaned in, his breath hot over the curve of Thomas’ ear, making him shiver. He could feel the heat of Phillip’s body, even through the layers of both their suits; he was already hard against Thomas’ backside, making him gasp out as Phillip pressed against him. Thankfully, the department they were passing through was all but empty.

Thomas pursed his lips, fighting the reactions of his own body. “I was perfectly fine until you got here, thank you.” Phillip’s other hand was already worming its way inside his waistcoat, thick fingers slipping between the buttons to brush over Thomas’ stomach.

“You’ll be even more fine once I’m done with you.” Phillip murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of Thomas’ neck. “C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

The tap of footsteps floated through the air, coming closer and Thomas felt an icy shard of panic lance through him. He moved, hauling Phillip along by the wrist and dragging him into a changing room that really should have had someone manning it at this time of day. For once, Thomas was glad that the other department wasn’t up to standard. He leaned close to the door, listening as the footsteps approached and then receded once more. He breathed a sigh of relief. “Well that could have been embarrassing. Now if you’re done accosting me, you can leave.” He turned, only to find his back pressed against the door as Phillip dove in for a rough kiss.

Thomas gripped tight on Phillip’s shoulders, torn between shoving him away and pulling him even closer. He settled for sliding his knee between Phillip’s thighs in an attempt to regain the upper hand. Phillip groaned around his tongue, hips moving to rut against Thomas’ leg. One big hand was clamped tight on Thomas’ ass, while the other stroked his cheek.

“C’mon, since we’re here. Let me touch you.” Phillip pulled back before pressing his nose to Thomas’ neck, kissing down to the collar of his shirt.

“No, Phillip. This has already gone far enough.” Thomas’ eyes slipped closed as Phillip reached down, pressing his palm against the erection now tenting his trousers.

“You want me just to leave you here like this, huh?” Phillip squeezed, “Hard and aching and so close already?”

“I am not,” Thomas hissed, feeling his cock jump beneath Phillip’s hand. The pressure of his trousers was getting too much and he reached for his belt, needing to loosen things off.

“Oh yeah, that’s more like it.” Phillip whispered in Thomas’ ear, turning him around so he was facing the changing room mirror. Phillip pressed up behind him. “Get your cock out and watch me get you off.”

“Phillip,” Thomas groaned, struggling to keep his voice low, “this is ridiculous, someone could come in, we could get caught. I’ll lose my job.

Phillip simply nuzzled back into Thomas’ neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. “Could you just shut up so I can make you come?”

Thomas couldn’t help but watch his reflection as Phillip’s hand wrapped around him. He was fully dressed, full uniform, suit and tie, only his cock exposed, sliding in and out of view with every confident stroke.

“Fuck, this is hot,” Phillip murmured, his eyes fixed on the movement of his own hand in the mirror. His other hand gripped tight on Thomas’ hip as he rocked against him, the long line of his cock sliding against the curve of Thomas’ ass. “I would fuck you right here if I could.”

“Just. Stop talking.” Thomas said, arching back against Phillip’s chest, tilting his head so they could kiss. Part of his mind was screaming out in protest about rules and regulations, the rest of him, however, was focused purely on pleasure. Phillip’s hand was rough, his movements smooth, the contrast of sensation bringing Thomas closer to the edge with every slide of Phillip’s fist. He could feel the hardness between his cheeks, a solid line of heat that only grew hotter as Thomas’ trousers slipped lower, exposing his ass.

“Oh yeah, that’s good.” Phillip fumbled behind Thomas with his free hand, movements faltering as he pulled out his own erection, pushing up the hem of Thomas’ shirt to rut against his lower back, slipping easily into the cleft between Thomas’ buttocks. “How’s that?”

Thomas bit back a moan, not sure how long he would be able to keep quiet. It sent a thrill through him, knowing how close they were to the public, knowing that at any minute they could be overheard and discovered. He could feel his orgasm approaching, drawing closer with every slap of Phillip’s balls against his ass, every jerk of his hand. Thomas whined, a single high note that was cut off by Phillip’s hand, hastily slapped over his lips.

Lapping at Phillip’s fingertips, Thomas drew them into his mouth, sucking at the sensitive pads and feeling a jolt of triumph as Phillip groaned, pressing his lips to Thomas’ shoulder in an effort to mute himself.

Thomas circled his hips, confidence growing knowing that Phillip was just as affected as he was. He thrust into the tight grip of Phillip's fist, watching their reflections through half-shuttered eyes. A thin sheen of sweat clung to his forehead and Phillip’s, only increasing with every movement of their bodies sliding together. Stifling his moans, Thomas scraped his teeth over the pads of Phillip’s fingers, sucking them into his mouth as he came. The spurts of his come splattered on the mirror and Thomas bit his lip, catching Phillip’s eyes in their reflection.

“Fuck.” Phillip hissed, thrusts speeding. He pushed Thomas forwards, pressing him against the wall of the changing room, holding his hips in place with his free hand. “You’re so fucking hot.” His movements stuttered, his head dropping to Thomas’ shoulder. “I’m gonna come on you, you want that?”

Before Thomas could answer, he felt Phillip tense, yanking the back of his shirt up to coat his lower back in several hot splashes. He groaned, low and breathless, pulling Thomas against his chest and squeezing tight.

Letting out a shaky breath of his own, Thomas allowed himself to bask for a moment, pressing kisses along the line of Phillip’s jaw. He winced, feeling Phillip’s come starting to drip into the crease of his ass.

“Do you have a tissue or something?” Thomas asked, turning to watch Phillip refasten his trousers, tucking his cock away without even a cursory wipe. “I'm guessing not.”

<i>Fantastic</i> Thomas thought, <i>I'm going to spend the rest of the day sticky and reeking of sex, just perfect.</i>

His thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of cloth rubbing gentle circles on his back; Phillip had somehow produced a handkerchief and was diligently mopping up, a self-satisfied smile playing across his lips.

“If you had that, why didn't you clean yourself up?” Thomas said with a frown.

“I wanted to take care of you.” Phillip shrugged, reaching around to run the handkerchief over Thomas’ softening cock. “Besides, I get to go home now, you're the one who has to stay here and work, thinking about what we just did.”

“Stop that,” Thomas hissed, sliding his underwear back up and fiddling with his belt, trying to put himself back together as best he could.

“Oh come on, it was fun.” Phillip stroked his fingers down Thomas’ tie. “I should visit more often.” He gave a gentle tug, pulling Thomas in to kiss him.

Thomas relaxed into the kiss, nipping at Phillip's lower lip just to hear him gasp and softly brushing his tongue with his own, slow and lazy.

They stayed that way for several minutes, pressed together as their breathing returned to normal and the flush of exertion faded from their cheeks. Finally, Thomas pulled away.

“I really should get back to my department.”

The corners of Phillip's eyes crinkled as he smiled and Thomas felt a flutter in the pit of his stomach.

“I bet the place would just fall apart without you.” Phillip brushed his hair down in the mirror, glancing over his shoulder at Thomas. “Do you wanna come over to my place once you’re done tonight? Maybe get some food?” Phillip said, straightening his tie. “We don’t even need to fuck.”

Thomas gave a breathless laugh, “Good to know.” He reached for Phillip’s chin, tilting it down to kiss him softly. “I’ll think about it.”

“Is that a yes?” Phillip asked with a pout, eyes wide and beseeching. Thomas couldn’t help but smile, letting out a low chuckle.

“Fine. Yes, Phillip. I’ll see you later.”

“Damn right,” Phillip sauntered out of the changing room, “you can’t resist me.”