Free Love is Blindness by Sean Michael Page B

alone.
    “No.” He shook his head, desire moving through him. “Not at all. My loft is three blocks away.”
    “Are you inviting me over?” The words stroked Kieran as much as those long fingers continued to move on his arm.
    “Yes.” He nodded, reaching out to touch Lucien’s knee.
    Lucien made a pleased sound. “Excellent.” The noise made Kieran shiver, his cock hard and throbbing. “Shall we go now or are you enamored of this particular… poet?”
    “She’ll come back next week. They always do.”
    “She has a dreadful voice. You reading poetry, now that would be something.” Lucien’s hand found his and slid over his skin.
    “I’m more of a teacher than a performer, but I manage.” Kieran found himself leaning forward, almost toppling into Lucien’s space.
    Lucien’s nostrils flared. “I’ll bet you do.”
    Oh, God. So sexy. Kieran moaned, teeth digging into his bottom lip.
    “Can we get out of here, Kieran? Now?”
    “Yes. God, yes.” He stood, then took Lucien’s hand.
    Lucien grabbed his overcoat and shrugged it on, hand sliding to Kieran’s elbow as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
    “My loft is immediately north of campus. A nice little place.” He led Lucien through the room, the act surprisingly easy.
    “So we don’t have far to go,” Lucien murmured, fingers gentle on Kieran’s arm.
    “Not far at all. Up Washington and over across Hemlock.”
    “Now why would you name a street after a poison?” Lucien asked teasingly.
    “I think it just sounds lovely. Hemlock Lane. Playful, but a little dangerous.” Kieran’s heart was pounding, but his steps were light.
    “Then I take my question back, it’s the perfect name.” Graceful and tall, Lucien had no trouble keeping up with him.
    He leaned against Lucien a little. “Tell me about yourself, Lucien. What do you do besides listen to bad feminist poetry?”
    “You mean there’s something else?” Lucien laughed, the sound sexy.
    Kieran chuckled, putting on his official Dr. Loughlin persona. “Indeed, my friend. There is bad graduate student poetry. Atrocious freshman comp poetry…”
    That sexy laughter came again, Lucien’s grip tightening on his arm.
    They made the loft in good time, teasing gently. It was like being surrounded in a warm haze, the mixture of the drugs and the caffeine and this man. “There are six steps and then we’ll head to the elevator.”
    “Mmm…thank you. You’re good at this—have you done it before?”
    “Hmm? Done what?” Helping Lucien up the stairs, Kieran admired the long line of the man’s belly, the dark shirt accentuating it.
    “Guided a blind man.”
    “No. No, you make it easy.” He opened the door and led Lucien down the hall.
    Lucien’s head was up slightly, nostrils flaring.
    “Everything okay?”
    Lucien nodded. “Just getting to know the place.”
    “Does it smell bad?” Kieran pressed the button for the elevator, sniffing, trying to smell.
    Lucien sounded amused. “Not at all. It smells like you.”
    Kieran blushed, grinning. “Sandalwood and leather?”
    They stepped into the elevator and headed for the fourth floor.
    “And weed and books and something quite intoxicating that I suspect is you alone.”
    “You know how to make a man feel very sexy.” He touched Lucien’s stomach, enjoying the feeling of silk.
    “Likewise, Kieran.”
    The temptation to lean up, press in, and take a sweet kiss was strong, but the elevator dinged and the doors opened, and he brought Lucien to his apartment, and unlocked the door. “Come on in.”
    “Thank you for inviting me in,” Lucien said quietly.
    “There’s no sofa or anything. Lots of cushions on the floor. Books all along the walls. How can I make it easier for you?”
    Lucien pulled Kieran around and lowered his head, bringing their mouths together.
    Oh.
    Kieran opened his mouth, tongue lapping gently at Lucien’s lips. Lucien hummed, mouth opening for him. Hot. Wet. Sweet. Hungry. Lucien tasted