Free Size Matters by Sean Michael Page B

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?”
    Trey nodded. He loved to learn about people. Loved it.
    “I own a gym. I love reading—horror novels being my genre of choice, as you might have guessed. My mom and sister are care carrying PFLAG