"Sleazy" Is Every Lawyer's Middle Name

"I told you, didn't I? Never had a complaint." He laughed, but he was uncomfortable. Though Addock's eyes didn't particularly scare him, it was unnerving to be with a blind person, and a gay one at that. Just how perceptive was he? Did he notice the way his shoulders were tensed, or just how much he shuddered at his touch.

He had never been gay before, and it wasn't fair that this man could make a fool of him.

Desperate to ward off his own humiliation, he grabbed Addock by the cheeks and kissed him full on the mouth again.

Addock kissed him back, wrapping one hand around Stephen's neck and touching the nape of his neck. With his other hand, he groped Stephen's butt, and he didn't pretend to be gentle about it. Addock kissed him, sucking on his bottom lip for a split second, before he moved to his neck, gently nipping. He kissed and sucked on him, embedding his hand into his hair.

Stephen could feel the heat rush to his face, something that hadn't happened for a very long time. "Fuck," he mumbled softly as Addock assaulted his neck. For a moment, he had the desire to push him away, tell him not to get lipstick all over. Then he remembered who was on top of him.

"So this is what you were talking about? It hardly seems strange--straight people do this too," he said, trying to stay cool.

"Don't you know what foreplay is?" Addock asked, laughing very softly. "Fine, fine. I'll show you."

Addock kissed him one last time, before he instead groped Stephen. He positioned himself so that he could pressed himself to Stephen. He smiled, as he gently rubbed up against the other man, listening very careful for his reaction.

"So this is foreplay, right? Because if it's the main event, it's not that exciting or interesting--I've done stranger," he bluffed, growing short of breath. There was something exciting, he had to admit, about being this close to another man. At least, that was surely why he was this hard; it couldn't be that Addock was good. How good could a blind man possibly be at sex? The very thought was absurd, and he refused to humor it, or at least that's what he told himself as he found his eyes wandering all over Addock's body.

"Enjoying the view?" Addock asked, unable to suppress his knowing grin. He leaned forward to kiss Stephen on the neck, right below his ear, at the jawline.

"What view?" he asked, lying through his teeth. "I didn't notice; I only like women, remember?"

"I can feel your jaw clench," Addock replied smugly. "For a professional liar, you're pretty terrible at it.

"But...since you don't like men, well..."

Addock rolled over and laid still.

"I'll just stop."

"...Fine," bluffed Stephen, shrugging. "No more free drinks."

"Fine with me," he replied, staring at the ceiling. He was smiling, still.

Stephen bit his lip, and was once again glad Addock was blind.

"...Just do it, already. I paid for you, you owe me."

Addock climbed on top of him, pinning him to the bed. He grinned widely, bending down to kiss Stephen.

"You're such a bitch in bed," he whispered wickedly. "I bet you're expecting me to give you anal again tonight, aren't you?"

"No, that's why it's not what I asked you to do," he replied, but his words were hollow. Something about this situation was very arousing, worryingly so.

"You think this is my first time sleeping with a straight guy?" he asked, laughing and running a hand over Stephen's chest. "You bought lubricant, didn't you? Let me guess; the good stuff, made specifically for this sort of thing. Are you going to keep lying to me? Or do you believe, by now, that I'll know?"

"You're not a fucking woman, so I assumed it would be useful if you wanted to do anything besides sucking my cock," he replied, though it was true. The lubricant he had bought was thick and greasy and long-lasting, and some part of him had been sorely hoping he'd need it.

"Well, it's unfortunate I'm not into that," he replied, but he couldn't keep a straight face. It was obvious he was just doing this to be cruel.

Stephen glared at him.

"Just do something already, will you? I'm already getting soft."

"I thought you were satisfied," he replied, shrugging. "Unless you want anther blowjob."

"Tell me what you want," he insisted.

"Admit you like dudes," he replied, shrugging. "Or I'm done having sex with you."

"Then give me the fucking blowjob," he replied, rolling his eyes. "I don't like men, and that's fact."

He shrugged and stood up, grabbing his clothes.

"Good night, then, Stephen."

"Get back here!" he shouted incredulously. "I paid for you--we're not done here. Get back and finish!" Though he sounded adamant, he was beginning to panic; he had been really looking forward to this.

He sat up on the bed, prepared to stop Addock from leaving. "Come on, you couldn't even find your way out of my house alone."

"Do you really think that?" Addock asked, pulling on his underwear and his jeans. "Besides, we are finished. You finished, didn't you? You certainly wouldn't want more than just a blowjob, it gets into fag territory beyond that."

"I've never told a woman to leave after just a blowjob; this isn't much different," he insisted. "Get back here, now."