Free Love is Blindness by Sean Michael Page A

high.”
    “Who defines too high?”
    “You are charming!” He grinned, abandoning Blake for Pope. “‘Who knows but He, whose hand the lightning forms.’”
    “‘From pride our very reasoning springs’. And is it not pride from where other things ‘spring’ as well?” Lucien was smiling, looking as pleased as Kieran felt.
    His laughter was warm, bubbling out of him, sweet and pleased. “Indeed, Lucien. Indeed.”
    “I like the way you say my name.”
    “Lucien? It’s a lovely name.”
    Kieran squeaked as Ben pinched him. “Flirt.”
    “Truth. Quit pinching; you’ll leave bruises, you ass. When’s your lover supposed to show?” No reason to let Lucien think they were a couple, after all.
    “How does one acquire a cognac here?” Lucien asked, leaning slightly toward him.
    “Al’s the barrista. He’ll get you what you need.” God, the man was lovely, a mixture of dark and light, luminous.
    “Can you hook me up?”
    “Of course…” Kieran arched an eyebrow, a little confused. It wasn’t until he stood and the dark eyes didn’t blink, didn’t notice his motion that he clued in. Oh. Oh, thank God he hadn’t said anything stupid. “I’ll be right back.”
    Lucien inclined his head, a warm smile painting his red lips. “Thank you, Kieran.”
    Kieran went and ordered Lucien his drink, getting his own coffee warmed while he was there. Poor man, so beautiful, so perfect, but blind. It was a shame. Although, Lucien seemed to be dealing just fine and, as Ben had pointed out, three girls.
    Somehow Lucien was ready for Kieran when he returned, and Kieran wondered if Ben had said something as a graceful, long-fingered hand reached up, waiting for the glass of cognac.
    He placed it in Lucien’s grip. “There you go. Sorry for the wait. Al needed to make more coffee.”
    “Thank you, Kieran.” Lucien took the glass, cupping it and swirling the liquid inside. A deep breath and a soft hum, then he drank. “Very nice.”
    Bill showed up about then, teasing Ben farther back into the shadows to smoke and neck, so Kieran had the couch to himself. Cozy.
    “I’ve never seen you here before,” Kieran said.
    “No, I’ve never been. I’m fairly new to the city and the girls are showing me around. They’re indulging themselves tonight. I just followed the food.”
    “The food?” He could so nibble on something, damned munchies. “They’ve got a decent cheesecake here, but nothing substantial.”
    Lucien smiled and chuckled. “The girls promised me something a little richer after the lesbians finish torturing poetry.”
    Kieran laughed softly, trying not to be too disappointed. Seemed like every guy he got a hard-on for was straight or taken. “Well, make sure they feed you well. You know how girls are.”
    “They do their best.” Lucien shrugged. “They have a very limited palate.”
    “That’s a shame. There are so many wonderful places to eat around here.” Indian. Thai. Mmm…curry.
    “Perhaps I need a new guide.”
    Kieran offered a smile. “A little fresh blood to show you around town?”
    Lucien licked his lips, his unseeing eyes seeming to stare right through Kieran. “Yes, exactly.”
    “Well, I teach Monday through Thursday during the day, but I’m usually free in the evenings, if you ever want to go play.” Straight or not, the man was eye candy.
    “What are you doing now?”
    “Your harem won’t miss you?”
    “I’m sure they’ll find something else to amuse themselves with. Or someone else.” Lucien took another sip of his drink.
    “In that case…” Kieran’s cock jerked again as he watched the pale throat move. “What would you like to eat?”
    Lucien reached out, finding Kieran’s arm, fingers stroking. “What’s on the menu?”
    “Oh…” Kieran moaned, moving closer. “Are we still talking about food, Lucien?”
    “We’re talking about sustenance. Succor. Is that the same thing as food?” Lucien’s voice seemed deeper, quieter, for Kieran’s ears