"Sleazy" Is Every Lawyer's Middle Name

Stephen leaned close to Addock and whispered in his ear, "You mean there are people that actually pay you to be their lawyer? Is it because you're blind and they pity you, or...?"

Addock smiled.

"How sweet," he replied, caressing Stephen's cheek. He got a good grip of his ear, as he leaned over and kissed him full on the lips.

Stephen slipped his tongue into Addock's mouth defiantly, and pulled him closer to his lap. He was about sick of his shit, for the night; if Addock wanted to play, he was more than happy to join him. He slid his hand up Addock's thigh, inching his fingers underneath his shirt.

Some of the patrons of the bar, big men in leather jackets, glanced at them, but they were mostly ignored. Everyone knew this was a gay bar on Fridays.

Addock moved away, satisfied.

"Enjoying yourself, my adorable boyfriend?"

"Of course," he said, forcing a smile. "It's so nice, now that you've decided to spend time with me instead of fucking many other male acquaintances. I was starting to think you didn't like me, for a while there, what with all the cheating."

"Oh, don't be silly," he smiled at Stephen. "I was more worried about you, since you don't even like men. But, you seem to be doing fine, so I guess I was the one being silly."

Addock took a gulp of his bourbon.

"I'm in here, aren't I? Unless I'm here against my will, I must love men." He took a large gulp of his bourbon, ignoring the sting.

"So, are you ready to go back to your place?" he wondered, nuzzling Stephen.

"My place? I thought you'd never ask," he said, pushing Addock away and standing up. "Let's go."

Addock paid Alexei and wallked with him.

"Happy?" he teased mercilessly.

"I'm probably going to hurt you," he said honestly, shrugging. "We'll be even eventually."

"Don't you know? I'm a masochist."

"Then we'll both be very happy," he replied, helping him into the car with a smile. "Don't worry; how vindictive could I be? I'm only a lawyer."

"Just sleep with me and get it over with, jackass."

"No," he snickered, climbing into the front seat. "I sat through your stupid bar--I'm going to have a nice, long, convenient fuck, and I'm going to draw it out as much as possible. I paid for it."

"Go ahead, if you think you can last that long, you dick." he replied, feeling bold due to his alcohol.

"Oh, I can. Never had an unsatisfied customer, on the job or in the sack." He started the car. "I'm not driving you home until I'm done. Though, you should drop off that mutt at your house or something, I don't want it in mine."

"No," he said stubbornly. He refused to budge on the subject. "If I'm going to be in your house, which I'm unfamiliar with, I'm having Maggie with me."

He wrinkled his nose.

"...Fine. But if she makes a mess, you get to deal with Sofia."

"What?" he asked, confused.

"Sofia is my maid, stupid," he said, rolling his eyes. "She won't be glad if you give her extra work--the woman has children. At least, I think she does, I don't remember."

"Right, you so obviously care so much about her," he replied. "Maggie won't make a mess, unless she doesn't like you."

"I don't care if she likes me or not, you're the one I invited. Haven't you ever heard it's rude to bring additional guests without asking first?"

"I think that it's more rude to blackmail someone into sex," he offered.

"Touche. I'll just have to blackmail you into more sex. It's a shame you're a jerk and you're still an awful lawyer."