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“Nothing,” Evan said. And then he remembered why he looked at the man. “You — you were laughing. What’s so funny?”
“You,” Pornstache dude said.
“Me?” Evan exclaimed. “No, no. I’m not. I don’t think I am.” He frowned. “Or am I? Yeah, my life’s kinda funny right now.”
Sighing, he decided to take another shot as the pleasant buzzing in his head was starting to wane. Lick, sip, suck. That’s how it was done, as Dee had said.
When he looked at the guy again, he saw his blue eyes were now darker and his lips were pursed. Evan thought he looked a bit strained.
“You okay?”
The guy nodded.
“Oh, good. I thought for a second you were in pain.” The burn was back, and he could feel his brain-to-mouth filter trying hard to catch up with him. “Don’t want that for you. You should at least have a good time, at least one of us should.” The man looked at him questioningly, so Evan rallied. “You see, today was a mess. It sucked.” Evan was probably pouting but he couldn’t care less, pushing the glass back to its proper place with the tip of his finger. “Actually, this week sucked. Sunday, I found out my ex-boyfriend was a lying piece of garbage; Monday, Dee and I ran out of instant coffee; Tuesday, that stray cat from the second floor scratched me.” He paused to show the man the faint red lines on the back of his hand. “And Wednesday, I forgot it was my turn to bring down our trash so now the apartment smells; on Thursday...wait, Thursday was actually good because my favorite comic was updated. And today, oh goodness, today, Cruella de Vil decided to strike and announced that ten of us in the editorial team are laid off and today is our last day because the company doesn’t need us anymore. I mean, who does that?” Evan said, aware that his voice was raised a bit but couldn’t help the bewildered, helpless tone he let out. Also, was he oversharing? He didn’t think he was. He was just striking up a conversation with a hot guy. That’s normal.
The guy stared at him, and his eyes looked like they were twinkling now. Evan thought he had the most expressive eyes.
He seemed interested in what Evan had to say, so Evan decided to continue, not to mention it felt good to let out all these things to a stranger who he would never have to see again. Although that kind of made him sad because it wouldn’t hurt to meet this guy again. Evan sighed. “So of course, they are giving us severance pay, but that could only last a month or two. Do you know how expensive it is to live in LA? God, Dee is going to be upset. Dee is my best friend. Dee as in Dorian. As in Dorian Gray? Do you know him?” Evan asked, his filter way out of the door by now and he was rambling but he couldn’t stop.
Where did this talkative version of himself come from and really, he hoped he would make an appearance when he interviewed for job openings. And then he remembered something. “Oh gosh, I haven’t told you my name! I’m Evan. Dee calls me Ev, but don’t call me that! It’s a special name and only special people get to call me that. I don’t know where Evan came from but it’s been my name since forever. What’s your name?” Evan blinked up at Henry, hoping the guy didn’t think he was a babbling buffoon, although he probably was. And then he grinned as he leaned a bit forward, “You really do have the prettiest blue eyes — ”
Lamar walked by them and slid their orders on the counter, stopping Evan from talking, which was probably for the best. He placed a grilled cheese sandwich in front of the guy and Evan’s stomach grumbled from the smell, but his attention was soon pulled by the tasty-looking drink Lamar handed him.
“Ooh, so this is a blowjob? Thanks!”
“Enjoy, you guys.” Lamar smiled at them before tending to the other patrons. Evan arranged the drinks and made sure the martini glass was placed center on the napkin before lifting the Blowjob shot glass and carefully licking at the whip cream. He smiled widely as the sweetness exploded in his mouth.
“I’ve never had a Blowjob before,” he said and then flushed when he glanced quickly at the man beside him, only to find him already looking at Evan intently. “Well, I’ve had the real thing before but not the real drink? You get it?” Gee, he was embarrassing.
The guy just nodded, and when Evan turned back to the drink and was about to take a sip, cautious not to smother his nose with whip cream, the guy grabbed his wrist. Evan looked down at the hand around him, his skin too pale in comparison to the man’s tanned glow. His touch was warm and his palm was rough and calloused, but Evan didn’t want him to let go.
“Wait,” the guy said, and he was looking at Evan a little too intensely. It was not helping Evan’s dazed state.
“What?”
“That’s not how you do it.”
Evan licked his lip. “Oh god, your voice. Why haven’t you been talking? You should talk more. Your voice is so...” His voice trailed as he stared at the man. Or the man’s mouth. He wasn’t sure anymore.
“You were telling a story.”
“Right,” Evan nodded, feeling dizzy when he did. He looked down and remembered he had a drink in his hand, so he turned back to the man and proffered the glass to him. “How should I drink it?”
“Place it back on the counter.” It wasn’t a suggestion. More like an order, and it made Evan hotter than the drinks he had.
Evan gently placed the drink on the surface, looking up at the guy and waiting for further instructions.
“It’s called a Blowjob for a reason,” he said, and Evan noticed his voice thickened a bit. “Hands on your back. You put your lips around the glass, grip it tightly with your mouth, and then tip your head back. And then, you swallow. Easy enough?”
Yup, Evan’s definitely as red as the lights above him now. He gulped and put his arms behind him, his right hand holding his left hand tight, and then, before he hesitated, he leaned down, wrapped his lips around the glass, making sure the whip cream went in cleanly, before sucking in and then tipping his head back, closing his eyes as the lights blinded him for a moment. He swallowed, grabbing the glass and pulling it out with an embarrassingly loud pop, licking the remains of the cream while humming. It was strong, yet so sweet and delicious, and Evan could definitely say he enjoyed this blowjob more than he ever did before.
He smiled, fixing his glasses again. “That was so good.”
The man turned away and bit into his sandwich, and it must be a good sandwich because he finished it easily in a few bites before downing a glass of amber liquid. Whiskey?
Evan’s feeling more drunk now and he wondered if it was time to call it a night. He did have a long commute back home and he might have to spare a few bucks for a cab if he wanted to get back safely and with all of his belongings still with him.
“Henry.”
