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Authors: Chase T. A.
“Oh, thank you.” They were so good to him here.
“No problem. You need a refill on the Joe?”
Trey touched the outside of the cup, still half full. “Not yet.”
“Let me know when you do. And you need anything, just shout out.” Anthony wasn’t going to let anything happen to him.
“Thanks, man. You are amazing.”
It was tough, being on his own, but he managed. He really did. He had the little house he’d inherited, he had friends and a personal assistant and Happy. He called his parents at Christmas, but honestly, they weren’t a big part of his life. Their views on his life choices were clear enough. He could either come home, stop being queer, stop writing evil demonic books, and do penance for daring to be born blind or he could sink or swim. He chose swimming, damn it.
The bell over the door sounded and footsteps headed his way. Trey kept still, listening to his Facebook, waiting for something to let him know it was Lucien with an ‘en’.
“Guy?”
Oh damn, Lucien’s voice was even sexier than he remembered.
“Hey. Have a seat.” Trey closed his laptop and pulled out his earbud.
“Thank you.” Lucien shook with him. The man’s hand was large and warm, skin soft.
“Would you like something to drink?” Trey asked. “Anthony is one hell of a barista.”
“Sure. Can I get you something while I’m at the counter?”
“I think I’m still good. Anthony has a dog biscuit for Happy, though.”
“Your dog’s name is Happy? That is awesome.”
“It is. She’s a good girl.” He reached down, touched her ruff gently.
“She’s beautiful. I’ll be right back.”
He listened as Lucien ordered and paid and a moment later came back to sit with him again. His hand was taken, the oatmeal cookie given to him. “Here’s Happy’s cookie.”
“Thank you. Happy. Happy Girl, Anthony found you a cookie.” He fed it to her then looked back toward the counter. “Thanks, man!”
“No problem, Trey my man.”
“Trey? You mean your name isn’t really Guy Wilks?”
Trey could hear the teasing tone in Lucien’s voice and that eased his nerves more than anything else so far.
“Nope. I know, impossible to believe.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Trey. It suits you better than Guy anyway.”
“At least they’re both single syllables, huh? Thanks for coming out to my side of town.”
“I wanted to see you and it was no trouble, honestly.”
Trey didn’t know what to say to that, so he didn’t say anything, he sipped his coffee and grinned.
Okay. This was going okay.
“I have to admit, when I came to the signing, I wasn’t expecting someone…”
“Blind?”
Lucien chuckled. “That too. I was going to say sexy.”
“Oh, you’re funny. Thank you, though.”
“Oh, I wasn’t joking.”
There was no way. None. Trey appreciated the compliment anyway.
“Do you mind if I touch you?” Lucien asked.
“I don’t guess so.” Trey didn’t think anyone had ever asked.
Lucien’s hand slid along his cheek. “Silky and smooth, like it looks.”
Trey’s cock jerked, filling almost painfully.
“Your cheek makes me want to know if your other cheeks are as lovely.”
What? Wait. Surely he’d misunderstood. “The other cheek’s the same.”
“I must need to work on my flirting. I imagine I rely too much on my eyes. It makes you a challenge.”
“You’re… Oh, you are something else. You have a blind guy kink?” Because that would suck, just to be some guy’s fetish.
“No, I have a sexy guy kink. I’ve never been with a blind man before. I could let you know if it’s a kink if we get together.” Lucien chuckled, the sound as amazing as the man’s voice was. “I hope I’m not being too pushy—I’m just used to going for what I want and I want you.”
“I don’t know what to say, man. I’m flattered.”
And completely unsure about how to deal with this.
“I would love for you to be more than flattered.”
“I don’t… I have to be honest, man. I’ve never dated a man who could see.”
“Why not? And where do you pick up gay men who are blind? Is there a bar for that? I’m only half joking, too.”
“I haven’t met many. And how did you know I was gay? And bars are loud.” Trey never went to any.
“My gaydar is pretty good and you didn’t smack me when I touched you.”
“Oh. That’s probably a sign. We blind gay boys usually just rub.”
“Just rub?” Lucien sounded confused.
“You know, rub in the hope that someone springs wood?”
“Ah.” Lucien chuckled again, the hand on Trey’s cheek dropping along his arm to his thigh. “And are you springing wood?”
“Absolutely not.”
God, yes.
“No?” Lucien sounded skeptical, his hand beginning to slide up Trey’s thigh.
“N…nope. Cool as a cucumber.”
Oh, no phallic sounding vegetables…
Lucien’s hand continued to inch along his thigh, toward his crotch with its raging hard-on.
“This is a bad idea.” Trey scooted back. He was pretty sure he was trying to convince himself.
“You aren’t interested in me at all?”
“I didn’t say that. You have a voice like pure sex.” He needed to shut up.
“Thank you. So can we get to know each other better, then?”
“Are you a serial killer?”
“Nope. I’m not. But if I was, I’d probably say the same thing.”
“Yeah.” God, how was this supposed to work? Did you trust a guy just because? Did you never trust him? This was partly why he only dated blind men. The other part had something to do with his parents’ accusations that he was only interested in men because he wanted someone to take care of him. That had made him fiercely independent.
“How about I tell you a bit about myself,” Lucien suggested. “Would that make you more comfortable?”
About the Author
There is beauty in every kind of love, so why not live a life without boundaries? Experiencing everything the world offers fascinates T.A. and writing about the things that make each of us unique is how she shares those insights. When not writing, T.A.’s watching movies, reading and living life to the fullest.
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