"Sleazy" Is Every Lawyer's Middle Name

"I...hate you," he replied, but his anger was waning.

"Really?" he asked, pausing. "Elaborate." He resumed sucking in him, albeit teasingly slow now.

"This...it's all..." He paused, biting his lip. "Your fault...!"

"You seem to like it, so I guess that's a good thing," he chuckled, licking the shaft.

Addock exhaled.

"Shut up."

Stephen rolled his eyes.

"Make me," he said quickly before resuming his activity, sucking on Addock slow and hard.

Addock reached and felt for Stephen, before he got a good grip of his hair and gave his head a good shove.

"Asshole."

He coughed and pulled away.

"Do you want me to do this or not?!" he snapped.

Addock grinned.

"If you stop, I'll just finish myself, no big deal."

"It won't be as good," he sneered without much confidence. "You're sitting here because you want me to do it, aren't you? So stop distracting me."

Addock sighed deeply, laying back and trying to relax.

"Fine," he grumbled. "But don't expect me to do anything for you."

He stared at him incredulously.

"What?! You honestly think I get off doing this? This is my house, show some fucking manners, would you?"

Addock shrugged.

"Then get out and let me sleep."

He laid down on top of him, trapping him on the bed.

"Come on. You can't honestly tell me you have no interest in touching this? You're gay."

"Having a personal crisis?" Addock wondered, a smile on his face.

"No, I just don't understand why you're being such an ass," he replied bluntly. "You're saying you don't want this, even a little bit?"

Addock looked away, as if he could see Stephen's face.

"It's not that simple and you know it."

"Look," he groaned, "We're both drunk, and I don't know about you, but I'd like to fuck something. So be civil and just do it, okay?"