Two People Walk Into a Hotel Bar

"Ask nicely," he responded, chuckling. "Come on, we're having such fun."

He grabbed Charlot's dreads, tightening his hand into a fist.

"Stop. It." he hissed, somewhat frustrated at Charlot. It wasn't his fault, of course, that Everly wanted him to be more like his wife. Yet, he took his anger out on him anyway.

"Such a temper," Charlot teased, but his tone was affectionate. He took all of Everly into his mouth without flinching; he had never had much of a gag reflex.

Though he had planned on hissing at Charlot for the remark, he instead found himself whimpering before he could get any more words out. He panted heavily, unintentionally pulling on Charlot's hair more.

Amused, he sucked harder. He didn't mind his hair being played with; on the contrary, having it tugged on during sex was rather standard fare. He ran his hands over Everly's thighs, stroking them with utmost care.

Everly didn't want it to be over this quickly, was a surprisingly change from his attitude as of a few minutes ago. However, he was getting older, and he couldn't last nearly as long as he would have liked. A few moments later, he was finished, awkwardly pushing Charlot off of him.

Charlot shoved him back down, grinning.

"I'm not done yet, Monsieur," he said with a shrug. "You'll have to put up with me for just a little longer."

He glared angrily, feeling the guilt he knew would come already begin to settle in his stomach.

"Why?" he snapped, "I thought this is what you wanted."

"You're satisfied now, but what about me?" he whined jokingly. "Come on, you have to return the favor. Do you have anything in mine, or shall I take my pick?"

"Return the favor my ass, I'm not touching you willingly," he lied defiantly, sneering.

"Unwillingly works too," he said, shrugging. "I could always just pick an opening."

He gritted his teeth.

"Fine," he hissed. "What do you want me to do to you, your highness?"

"A blowjob would be nice, but I'll gladly accept anything from you," he purred in his ear, licking his neck.

"If I get near your dick with my mouth, I will bite it off," he snapped angrily. "The only thing you're getting from me is a handjob, and you're lucky I'm even doing that."

He laughed loudly, his sides shaking.

"Yes, of course!" he exclaimed gleefully. "Go on ahead then, Everly.". He gestured at his own body, grinning like a cat.

It wasn't as if Everly hadn't ever touched a man, it had simply been a very long time since he had done so. Clumsily, he reached down to touch Charlot, visibly cringing as he did so.

"This is disgusting," he said angrily.

"Put some enthusiasm into it if you want this to be quick," he chuckled.

"I doubt I need to, considering how much you see, to enjoy my touch, you fuckin' freak," he snarled.

"Maybe I'm just kind and generous with compliments," he said, shrugging.

"Don't lie to me, not when I'm this close to you," he hissed. "You act like it would actually fool me if you lied to me."

Though to be fair, he was bluffing.

Everly sped up his hand motions anyway, wanting it to be over and done with so he could take a long shower and forget it had ever happened. Or at least try and forget.

Charlot caressed his cheek, smiling.

"Do you enjoy this? I hope you do. I'm good looking, right?"

"No. I'm not attracted to people, anymore," he blatantly lied. "I loved my wife, and that's it. Would you hurry up? I need a shower."

"I like taking my time," he admitted, pinching Everly's cheek. "Unless the person is exceptionally good, of course."

Everly gritted his teeth.

"I should just kill you," he hissed, though it was a hollow threat.

"You won't," he replied, grinning. "You know, this will go faster if you kiss me."