The Tables Have Turned

"...A guy who does the sucking?" he asked, raising his eyebrow. "Just ask Florence--he does a lot of that."

He laughed loudly.

"Has Florence been bothering you with all of his ridiculous sexual exploits? He never shuts up about it, just ignore him," he waved his hand. "Anyway, no no, I'll tell you a secret, I like doing the sucking. Well, now you know." He chuckled.

"Then what's the problem? Every guy enjoys receiving, you can have your pick."

"Ahh, but I'm picky with my men...I think it's because my parents chase away some of them, but I'm not much better. I'm hard to get along with, and most people don't want to put up with my disability," he admitted with a shrug.

"Then what kind of guy are you after?" he pressed. "You've gotta tell me now--don't just trail off, asshole." He handed him the whiskey again.

Addock shrugged.

"Really, I just want a guy who will talk politics with me, be interesting, know at least a little bit about law...I dunno, Stephen. Maybe I'm just hard to please."

He shrugged.

"Sounds like you want a lawyer or a politician."

"I don't! I don't want to date either of those types of men," he insisted. "Augh." He took a long drink of the whiskey before he attempted to hand it back to Stephen. "'sides, you know how hard it is to find gay lawyers? Like, very."

"You exist. Gotta be others." He rolled his eyes, reaching for the whiskey. "Why not Florence? He'll fuck anyone."

"Augh, Florence is...nice, but loudmouthed and...well, he's more like a brother to me than anything else," he replied honestly. "I love the kid, but he's gotta learn to keep it in his pants."

"...He doesn't have any STDs, does he?" asked Stephen, suddenly concerned. "I'm asking for a friend."

Addock laughed loudly.

"Like I know; I don't police where he puts his dick," he waved his hand.

"Yeah--that slut'll put it anywhere, huh? But that's assistants." He waved his arm clumsily. "They're not the type you settle down with, that's for sure."

He chuckled.

"Well...I just hope he finds someone to settle down with soon enough," he said.

"Or he'll still be putting it in random guys at age eighty-five," he said, rolling his eyes. "Some people just never change, man."

"So, Stephen...you mentioned letting me touch your face earlier," he said. "Do you mind if I do...?"

"What do I get in return?" he asked, waggling his eyebrow. "I don't do shit like that for free..."

He laughed.

"Yeah, right. What could I possibly offer?"

He grinned, snickering. "You said you were good at blowjobs, right?"

Addock scoffed.

"Yeah, right. You'd have to actually take me on a date to get anything like that, smartass."

"This doesn't count, huh? You're an expensive ass date," he teased, elbowing him in the ribs. "Fffffine. Go on and touch my face."

Addock sat up and leaned over Stephen. He reached out and felt for him. When he found his chest, he worked his way up to his face so he could feel. He traced his fingers along his jawline and over his cheeks. He touched his nose and his lips, and he very gently ran his fingers over his eyes.

"You have a really strong jawline, has anyone ever told you that?" he teased quietly. "You know, I wasn't sure before, but you're definitely white."

"You fucking know it," he replied, leaning closer. "You wanna try it out? I know you want to--I could tell the moment you walked in."

Addock laughed quietly.

"No, no...I think it's time we went to bed, Stephen..."

He leaned even closer and kissed Addock on his cheek, less than a centimeter from his lips. "Plenty of time for bed later. I'm not done partying."