Chance Encounter

by Alex Tempera

  Chance looked down at him. “I want to see you when you fuck me,” he said.

  “Oh, Baby, you will. I want you to feel something,” he said.

  “What’s that?” Chance said.

  “Trust me, Baby,” Evan smiled.

  Chance slowly rolled over and positioned himself on his hands and knees. He turned his head to see what Evan was planning when he felt it.

  Evan ran his fingers through Chance’s ass cheeks and then spread it. He ran his tongue up and down the crack and then placed his tongue in his asshole. He inserted his tongue as he sucked. He held on to Chance’s balls and gently squeeze as he continued to lick and suck his ass.

  “Oh, my. Fucking. God.” Chance closed his eyes and moaned with each suck. He couldn’t believe how hard his cock was getting as Evan’s tongue pushed through his asshole.

  “Roll over, Baby,” Evan commanded lightly.

  Chance gazed into Evan’s eyes as he rolled on his back again. “Kiss me, Boss,” he lightly pulled Evan’s head toward him.

  Evan lightly kissed him. “You are so amazing, Baby,” Evan breathed into his mouth. “Did you like it?”

  “Oh, yes,” Chance groaned. “The things you can do with your mouth.”

  “Do you want me inside you?” Evan asked.

  “Yes, oh, yes, Boss.”

  Evan reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. He pulled out a tube of lubrication and a condom. He quickly opened the packet and slid the condom on his shaft. Chance took the lubrication out of his hand and squirted it on his own hand. He gently rubbed the lubrication over Evan’s covered cock.

  Evan took Chance’s hand and placed his finger over his asshole. “Lube your ass, Baby.”

  Chance placed the lubrication around his own asshole as Evan watched.

  Evan placed the tip of his cock around Chance’s asshole. He gently teased the outside of his asshole with his head, letting it go in slowly. “I want to see you jerk yourself off, while I fuck you.”

  Chance gazed up at Evan. “Harder, Boss.”

  “You, too,” Evan smiled. “You, too, Baby.”

  Chance wrapped his hand around his own cock and held it tightly as he jerked it off.

  Evan pushed himself into Chance’s asshole, slow and deliberate as Chance moaned. Chance closed his eyes as he threw his head back, when Evan sped up his thrusts and rhythms. “Eyes on me, Baby. I want to see your beautiful eyes.”

  Chance met his gaze as Evan continued to push himself inside Chance’s body. Chance’s body enveloped him as he felt his pulse extend his erection.

  “I’m almost ready, Baby,” Evan said.

  “Harder,” Chance said. “Kiss me, please.”

  Evan leaned down as Chance leaned up, as their lips met each other. Chance pressed his tongue inside Evan’s mouth. “I can’t get enough of you,” Evan breathed into his mouth.

  “I’m gonna fuckin’ come,” Chance said.

  “Wait for me,” Evan gently bit on Chance’s shoulder and then thrust himself harder inside Chance’s ass. Evan moaned loudly as he released himself into his condom, as Chance released over Evan’s chest.

  Evan collapsed on Chance’s body as he pulled himself out.

  Chance reached down and removed the spent condom from Evan’s cock. “May I, Boss?”

  Evan touched Chance. “Yes, Baby,” he said.

  Chance rolled Evan on his back and placed his mouth of Evan’s cock. He sucked in the come that was still lingering on his cock. He sucked hard as Evan’s cock responded to his mouth. He took him in his mouth until it hit the back of his throat.

  Evan lay back and closed his eyes as he felt himself covered by Chance’s mouth. “Oh, fuck, Baby. Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he opened his eyes. “Fuck me.”

  “What?” Chance looked up at Evan.

  “If you can’t,” Evan said.

  “Oh, Boss, I can,” he said.

  Evan handed him a condom from the drawer and handed it to Chance. “Soon, we won’t need them,” Evan smiled.

  Evan sat up and placed his mouth on Chance’s cock as it got hard again. He looked up at Chance and took the condom from his hand. He put it on Chance’s shaft. “You’re mine,” he whispered. “And…”

  “And?” Chance asked.

  “I’m yours,” he smiled. “Fuck. Me.”

  “You don’t mind bottom?”

  “Baby, I don’t mind anything when I’m with you.”

  Chance grabbed the lubrication and covered his condom-covered cock. He positioned himself near Evan’s asshole. “I’ve never…”

  “You’re doing fine,” Evan breathed hard. “Please, Baby, I want us to share everything. I think you need to do this. You’ve wanted it for so long, haven’t you?”

  “Only with you. I’ve never wanted to do this with anyone but you,” Chance slowly pushed himself inside Evan’s asshole. Slowly and rhythmically, he moved his hips as he thrust inside Evan’s asshole. He continued to fuck Evan’s ass as Evan lightly ran his thumbs over Chance’s nipples.

  “Harder, Baby,” Evan said. “Harder.” He grabbed onto his own cock and jerked as Chance continued to fuck him. “Oh, god,” he released himself again as Chance orgasmed into his asshole.

  Chance held Evan as they lay down, with his cock still in Evan’s ass.

  Evan could feel Chance pulsate inside him. “You’re amazing, Baby. How do you feel?”

  Chance pulled out and then removed the condom. He tossed it in the trash that was next to the bed. “Face me, Boss,” he whispered.

  Evan rolled over and smiled. “Baby?”

  “Hold me,” he gulped.

  “Of course,” Evan said as he held Chance close to his chest. “I told you that you were amazing.”

  “So are you, Boss,” Chance kissed his chest lightly. “Don’t let go.”

  “Never,” Evan whispered. “You’re mine.”

  13

  Chance strutted into the police station and walked over to Emma. “Any messages for me?”

  “Um, yeah,” she sighed, as she handed him a piece of pink paper.

  “Todd?” he looked at her.

  “He’s here,” she said.

  “What do you mean he’s here?”

  “Outside. In the courtyard,” she said. “He wanted to wait in your office but I wouldn’t let him. I wouldn’t even let him sit in here.”

  “Thanks,” he sighed.

  “Should I hold your gun?” she smirked.

  “No thanks,” he chuckled lightly. “I’m sorry if he bothered you.”

  Emma stood up out of her chair. “Sir, may I say something, I mean, speak freely?”

  “Of course,” he nodded.

  “You apologize too much. You also apologize for other people. You don’t need to do that,” she said. “I thought your … um … friendship with Mr. Manetti would’ve shown you that.”

  Chance chuckled slightly. “You know, he has been working on it with me. He thinks I’m amazing,” Chance grinned.

  “Well, Sir, you are,” Emma said. “And that explains the box that’s on your desk as well as this.” She handed him an envelope.

  “A box?”

  “Mr. Manetti told me to the put the box on your desk. It’s filled with these envelopes. I don’t know what it is, but I think you need to open it before you see Todd.”

  Chance looked at the card-stock envelope. “These are in a box on my desk?”

  “Yeah,” she smiled. “He was very adamant. He also said he’ll be in his new office today, setting it up.”

  Chance looked at the gold script lettering on the fancy textured envelope that just spelled Chance. He opened it carefully and pulled out a card with just three simple words scripted on it, also in gold lettering. You are amazing. Chance smiled, deeper than he probably wanted to. He licked his lips lightly. He showed Emma the card.

  “Well, he’s right,” Emma said. “Sir, he’s a good man, isn’t he?”

  “The best I’ve ever met,” Chance sa
id. “Can you put this on my desk? I want it where I can see it. You see, it’s not just him saying that to me, it’s reminding me that I’ve met an amazing person and after Todd, I didn’t think that was possible. I’ll be in the courtyard, trying to not shoot my ex-husband.” He walked out of the building.

  Emma opened her drawer and pulled a business card out. Earlier, Evan dropped off a pile of his cards as well as the box for Chance. She picked up the phone and dialed the number.

  “Law office,” Evan answered his phone.

  “Mr. Manetti, it’s Emma Lawrence over at the PD. You answer your own phone?”

  “Until I get an assistant,” he laughed. “Emma, what can I do for you?”

  “I don’t know if I’m supposed to tell you, but I thought you should know. Please, don’t tell him I told you.”

  “Emma, tell me and I won’t say a word as to how I know whatever you’re going to tell me.”

  “Todd is here. You know, Chance’s ex. The Chief is meeting him outside in the courtyard. I don’t know if there will be trouble. Oh, he did open the envelope before he went out.”

  “He should be fine,” Evan said. “But thanks for telling me.”

  “Of course, oh, if you’re looking for a legal assistant, my sister Elaine is a paralegal.”

  “Give her one of my cards and have her call my office,” Evan said. “Thanks.”

  Emma hung up and Evan stood up from the bare front desk and walked over to the window. He watched as Chance walked to the side of the building, where the courtyard was attached. “You can do this, Baby,” he whispered. “Just remember what I said.”

  Chance took a deep breath and strutted toward Todd, who was sitting on the bench, wearing all white, his legs crossed. Chance snickered to himself and he wondered what he ever saw in this long-haired, platform shoe-wearing hippie who tried to pass himself off as some kind of S&M Master. He sighed quietly as he remembered what Evan’s note said. He knew exactly what he had to do. He had to personify Evan. It would make Evan and himself very proud. “I’m here,” Chance crossed his arms.

  “Chance,” Todd rose to his feet.

  “Um, no,” Chance said.

  “No, what?” Todd’s voice sounded hoarse.

  “It’s Charles to you. We are not friends,” Chance said, maintaining his composure.

  Todd raised an eyebrow. “You are coming back to me,” Todd commanded. His uncombed long dark hair had unappealing streaks of gray. His black eyes glared at Chance, as he cleared his throat several times.

  “You’re not my boss,” Chance smiled to himself because he only had one boss, and somehow he felt Evan was nearby.

  “You hung up on me the other night. That is not allowed.”

  “Is that why you’re here, because I hung up on you? Well, no matter. I changed my number, so you can’t get a hold of anymore. I want you to leave me alone.”

  “You don’t order me around. You are my fucking slave, you worthless loser.”

  “Oh, seriously? You can’t change your insults?”

  “You’re mine,” Todd grunted as he stepped closer.

  Chance glared at Todd and stared in his eyes, something he was never able to bring himself to do before. “Fuck. You.” His voice was deep, low, and intimidating.

  Todd grabbed for his sheath that was on his belt. “I’ll fucking cut you, you bastard,” he glared.

  Chance took a large step forward, forcing Todd to back up. Chance held his hand on his buttoned holster. “Try it, fucker, and you’ll be dead before you hit the ground,” Chance glared through his ex-husband’s head. “You. Are. Not. My. Boss. You. Are. Nothing. You are the fucking loser. Why don’t you just scurry away and sit on that fucking knife since you like pain so much!”

  Todd let go of the sheath. “Jesus fucking Christ, Chance … Charles,” he said. “We used to be married.”

  “You married me for two reasons,” Chance crossed his arms. “And at one point, yes, I was fucking stupid, but not anymore. But, no, I was never worthless.” He grabbed Todd’s head by his hair and pulled it to the side slightly. He moved his face close to Todd. “Who’s the bitch now?” His hot breath slapped Todd in the face, as he controlled every word, every syllable.

  Todd tried to pull away but Chance’s grip was too tight. “Let me go.”

  “Ask nicely,” Chance pulled harder.

  “Please, Charles, I just need a favor. That’s all,” Todd pleaded. For the first time, Chance saw fear in Todd’s eyes and it was very, very satisfying.

  He let go and pushed him backward slightly. “I’m not giving you anymore money.”

  “Please, I’m broke. I lost my day job and Ed fired me from the club. Did you tell him to do that?”

  “Ed doesn’t take orders, he gives them,” Chance said. “I didn’t say a word. Now, I don’t have any more money to give you.”

  “You can’t do this. I need fucking money,” Todd said. “Sell your fucking records or your land.”

  “Never,” Chance said as he felt someone approaching them. Chance took one step back, not wanting to take eyes off Todd, but he wanted to acknowledge who he assumed was Evan behind him. Chance smiled. “Evan?”

  Evan nodded to Chance and smiled. “I’m sorry to interrupt.”

  Chance looked at Evan and then glared at Todd. “Evan, this is Todd Waldorf,” Chance waited for Evan’s reaction at his introduction.

  Evan’s eyes looked Todd up and down and snickered slightly. “Nice to meet you,” he extended his hand.

  Todd looked at his hand and shook his head.

  “Suit yourself,” Evan crossed his arms.

  Chance watched Evan and he knew Evan was going to say something, he just couldn’t imagine what Evan could say. He knew him well enough to know that he could say pretty much anything. He definitely knew how to speak his mind.

  Evan lightly chewed on his bottom lip and then he cleared his throat. “Oh, so this is the fucker that woke us up in the middle of the night the other night,” he growled. “I know you won’t be doing that again.”

  Todd glared at Evan. “I can do whatever the fuck I want. Charles is mine.”

  Evan snickered at him using the name Charles. “Oh, well, he’s not yours. He never was and never will be, so you can just get the fuck out of here.”

  “Not until I get what I came for,” Todd glared at Chance. “Give me money, now.”

  Chance looked at Evan, and Evan seemed to know that Chance didn’t want Evan to say that he was his. “No money, Todd,” Chance gritted his teeth.

  Evan took a step forward. “How much to get you to leave him … leave us alone? For good.”

  “Twenty thousand dollars,” Todd said. “And I’ll never set foot in Round River again. I’ll move outta state, if I have to.”

  “Done,” Evan said, taking a card out of his pocket. “Call this number tomorrow and you’ll get your fucking money and you have to sign an agreement.”

  “Fine,” he snatched the card out of Evan’s hand. “Tomorrow, suckers.”

  “You’re the sucker, you fuck-head,” Chance sneered as Todd stormed off. He looked at Evan. “I don’t have that kind of money to pay him. I wish I did. I own land. That’s it.”

  “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it,” Evan sighed. “You OK?”

  “Yeah, why did you come over here?”

  Evan put his hand on Chance’s shoulder. “I knew you could handle him yourself, I just wanted to see this man up close for myself.” He kissed Chance’s cheek. “I have to get back. I have a lot of work to do.” He turned on his heels and started walking toward the front of the building.

  “Wait,” Chance hurried over to him.

  Evan smiled. “What is it?”

  Chance held his face and kissed him softly. “I’m sorry but I had to do that,” he grinned.

  “Lunch?” Evan asked.

  “Yes,” Chance said. “Thanks for the envelope.”

  “Check out the box on your desk,” Evan walked across the street t
oward his building.

  14

  Chance looked at the police station and then continued walking down the street toward the park. He sat down on the cement barrier that overlooked the river. Did I do that? I stood up to Todd. Why couldn’t I do that years ago? What the hell is wrong with me? How could I have screwed up my life like this? What do I do about Evan? What if he decides that I’m a loser?

  Evan walked into the police station and over to Emma. “Is he in his office?”

  “Um, he never came back after he went to talk to Todd.”

  “He didn’t?”

  “No, Todd didn’t hurt him, did he?”

  “No, Todd left. I left him outside when I went back to the office. I thought he was coming back here.”

  “I haven’t seen him,” she looked at an officer who walked into the building. “Joe, you haven’t seen the Chief, have you?”

  “His car is outside in the parking lot, but I thought I saw him on the overlook, about an hour ago, when I was on patrol,” the officer replied.

  “Thanks,” Emma said. “Mr. Manetti, is he gonna be OK?”

  “I hope so,” Evan said, walking out of the building.

  Evan noticed Chance still sitting on the cement barrier that overlooked the river, so he walked over to him and sat down next to him.

  Chance took a deep breath. “How’d you know I was here?”

  “One of your officers saw you. I thought we were getting lunch.”

  “Oh, yeah, sure,” he sighed.

  “Baby, what’s wrong? Is it because of Todd?”

  “No, me.”

  “Baby?”

  Chance turned his head toward Evan. “I want more.”

  Evan raised both eyebrows. “More?”

  “I want to be yours, but be yours seriously. Yours. Only. Yours. We need to be a couple. I am so ready. You said … ”

  Evan took Chance’s hand in his. “Baby?”

  “I. Trust. You,” he whispered. “I only want you.”

  Evan gulped heavily. “You are amazing,” he whispered.

  “So, are you, Boss,” Chance touched Evan’s cheek and gently caressed his lips with his own.