A Misinterpreted Handkerchief

Eadric pulled down his own pants and underwear, exposing his erection.

"Are...are you also ready, or should I prepare you?"

He couldn't help it. He found himself staring. He tried not to, but it was just...Well, hell, Wilhelm had such a huge fear of sex and being touched, he hadn't even ever masturbated. So this was kind of a huge thing for him. He didn't even know what to say. He knew Eadric was asking him something, but it seemed less important in his mind than trying to figure out how to weasel out of this now. He knew, for sure, there was no way he could d this...

"...Are you quite alright?"

"...Get out of my room." He replied suddenly. "Now!"

Eadric stared, completely bewildered.

"But we haven't even started yet. Is something the matter?"

He stood up, looking down at him.

"Yes. Get dressed and go wait in the guest room." His tone wasn't really one of anger, he mostly just sounded stern.

He glared, examining Wilhelm's expression suspiciously.

"...No. I was under the impression you agreed to this--we're both getting what we want.

"No." He replied simply. "You're not. Not yet at least."

"...Not yet?" he asked, frowning. "Explain."

"There are conditions." He replied calmly. "I simply...Forgot to mention them. Important conditions."

"Name them," he said impatiently. "I was rather...ready ten minutes ago."

"No." He replied sternly. "That's precisely why I can't."

Wilhelm wished he knew where the fuck he was going with this stalling.

Eadric glared, crossing his arms.

"Listen...I don't know why you suddenly have cold feet, but all I want to do is relieve some stress. Cor blimey, just give me a handjob and I'll be out of your hair and we can sign this bloody document everyone's raving about."

"Uh, right. About that...I can't."

At least he wasn't lying anymore.

"...Elaborate," he said, frowning deeply. Even half-naked and erect, Eadric was somehow intimidating; it was probably his eyes. They lacked warmth.

"...I can't touch you." He replied slowly. "Because you aren't disinfected. I'm a...person who fears...unclean people. It is really nothing personal, I promise."

It sounded pretty bad when Wilhelm thought about it, and all it would do was buy him time. Unless, of course, Eadric was so offended he just left.

He pressed against Wilhelm invasively.

"I decline. You will do it regardless--you're the one who came onto me. It's only fair."

He bit his tongue to stop a girly shriek from escaping his lips. Oh God no, this man was so close, and he was touching him.

"...please." He said meekly.

"Do it, and I never touch you again," he replied. "Just once--I'll owe you a sizable favor."

He hesitated, but he knew it was too good of an offer to turn down.

"...Of course." He replied, smiling again.

"I suppose frotting is too much to ask for," he said, slipping out of his boots and pants and sitting on the bed. "Oh, well."

Wilhelm took a deep breath, trying to smile still. Yes, he could do this. It would only be once. All he'd have to do was touch him...In a very sexual way.

Actually, he wasn't positive what he was even supposed to do. Again, he had never even masturbated. He was sort of at a loss.

"I can show you how to do it, if you're honestly that clueless," he said, watching Wilhelm's bewildered expression. "Do you have any lotion?"

"Of course I'm not clueless." He replied, even though it was painfully obvious he was. He, however, looked around his room before he found lotion. He awkwardly handed it to Eadric.

"Put it on me," he said slowly, gesturing toward his crotch. "Don't be too rough."