“Don’t be so stubborn. I can feel your friend poking me in the hip. Also, I’m not crazy about masturbation. I’m very particular about my technique, and I doubt you can do it the way I like it.”

“Describe it to me, and I will do my best,” Alexander offered.

Stubborn, stubborn ass. “I’m not sex-starved. I don’t need a hand,” Lyn said. For a lawyer, right now, he didn’t sound convincing at all. “But you look like you could use my help. So stop this thing. Also, don’t kiss me out of the blue. That’s pretty intimate.”

“Do you kiss the guys you fuck? How many are there? Do you keep a schedule so you know who goes when?”

Lyn pressed one hand over Alexander’s mouth. “You’re driving me nuts. Are you sure you don’t want to sleep? Morning is still hours away. Why are you wasting your precious good quality sleep time on me?”

Alexander removed his hand without difficulty. “Because it’s worth it. I need you to get back to bed and sleep. I will do what it takes to make that happen.”

Lyn groaned. He did like how Alexander’s hard-on pressed against the highest point of his hip bone. He enjoyed feeling his body heat, and touching the hair on his chest, and even leaning into another kiss. But this was a dangerous game. He was gambling with a married man… okay, a divorced one. In the end, Alexander was still a straight guy, who, only because he couldn’t stand losing, wanted to try all sorts of gay things.

Again, no, that wasn’t true. Alexander only wanted to experiment with mutual masturbation with a man.

“What it takes, you say?” Lyn drawled and pulled Alexander close to show him who was truly in control. “What if I tell you to blow me?”

“I could try.”

Lyn sank his teeth into Alexander’s lips and licked them. “You’re crazy. No way I’m letting you that close to my dick.”

“You’re wrong. I might not have done it before, but the mechanics--”

“Alexander,” Lyn said in the firm voice he could manage under the circumstances, “I understand that you’re hurting after your divorce, but fooling around like this won’t help you get over it. You need to hook up with a pretty woman, get your rocks off, and get back in the saddle.”

“Unless you’re wearing that saddle, I’m not interested.”

“Are you for real? Do you really want to fuck me?”

“Yes.”

“What are you trying to prove?”

“It should be obvious.”

“Ha!” Lyn couldn’t believe his ears. This ass really needed a reality check. “Okay, if you want to play rough, let’s do this. Get on your knees and put your mouth on my cock.”

Jerking off was easy. As much as any straight guy out there might say that touching another man’s cock had to be pretty gay but didn’t mind doing it, anyway, if the correct set of criteria was met, blowjobs were different.

And, of course, oral sex was Lyn’s stress test. If a guy was pretending to be heterosexual but with an adventurous side approached him, telling him to be the first to put his mouth to work usually worked like a charm. No one got a free blowjob out of him, ever, Lyn thought with satisfaction as he sensed Alexander hesitating.

“I thought so.” He tried to move away, but Alexander caught his arm.

“We must first discuss the terms of our arrangement.”

“What terms?”

“If I suck you off, you must let me finger your ass.”

Alexander could say the craziest things with a straight face. Even if Lyn couldn’t see him right now, he knew exactly how that handsome, intangible face looked.

“Fine,” he said. “But if I don’t get hard or if you do something nasty and I go limp, the deal is off,” he warned.

“That sounds fair,” Alexander agreed.

“Then what are you waiting for? Kneel and get to work.”

Convinced that this little play would fizzle out quickly, he placed his hands firmly on his hips. He wouldn’t lift a finger, he wouldn’t give this ass a single clue on what to do and how to do it, and he would emerge the victor from this weird confrontation that somehow involved their sexual organs, in addition to their usual competitiveness.

Alexander’s fingers were hot on his skin as he peeled off Lyn’s underwear. They were truly skilled fingers, and Lyn thought they had to be that way because, after all, the sexy asshole kneeling in front of him worked with his hands while striving to heal one of the most delicate organs in the human body.

A sudden longing to be able to see Alexander’s face while he did the impossible struck him right in the middle of his chest. No, he decided; it was better to remain in the dark, as it allowed them to pretend that they were playing a game and later, in the light of day, it would seem like it never happened.

The short intake of breath that followed Alexander brushing his lips against the head of Lyn’s cock was his. What reality check? Alexander was too bold for his own sake. If he ended up puking his guts out later, it would be on him.