Two People Walk Into a Hotel Bar

"Why?" He asked, clenching his teeth. "Fine, but if you regret this, it's not my fault."

He leaned over, pressing his lips to Charlot's mouth before he ran his tongue over them. He licked him, and them sunk his teeth into his lower lip, biting him rather forcefully.

Charlot moaned softly, wrapping his arms around Everly.

Everly, who was getting slightly carried away, moved to his neck, nipping and licking and biting, enough to hurt, but not enough to bruise.

Charlot didn't stop him, thoroughly enjoying his enthusiasm.

"Mmm, keep going," he pressed, running his hands over Everly's back.

"Faggot," he hissed, biting into his neck, hard this time.

He made a small, muffled noise, biting his lip.

"Mmn...not half as big of a faggot as you are," he teased.

Everly licked the already forming bruise, not going to comment.

"Don't go easy on me, please--it would seem playing rough is all you're good for," he teased, though there was affection in his voice. He kissed Everly on the neck, unable to repress a grin.

"Don't fucking tempt me," he hissed, biting into his shoulder this time.

"I told you I was tempting," he replied, toying with Everly's hair.

He pulled away, frowning slightly.

"I told you not to touch my hair," he snapped. "So don't."

"Mmm, but I like touching your hair," he insisted. "I don't mind when you're mean, so why not?"

"I will cut your fucking fingers from your hands," he growled. "Let. Go."

He let go, grinning.

"You get mean when you don't have your way, don't you?"

"It's the only way to make people fucking listen," he snapped, grinding his teeth together. "And you just fucking proved it works."

"Being nice works too--I like you enough to pay attention to nice things you say," he laughed, groping Everly's butt. "You should try it sometime."

"I never say anything nice," he hissed. "I'm not a nice person. Are we fucking done here or not?! I want to shower, I'm sick of listening to your bullshit."

"I'd be almost done if you were nice," he teased, kissing him on the cheek.

He grinded his teeth together out of annoyance. He was beginning to regret not simply killing the man.

"You're fucking annoying, how am I supposed to be nice to you?"

"You could start with kisses," he suggested, highly amused.

"The only person I sincerely kissed was my wife," he snarled. "And you're not my wife, nor are you anything like her. I'm not going to waste any ounce of kindness on someone like you."

"Close your eyes and pretend."

He debated, momentarily, on choking him to death. Instead, he leaned over and kissed him, only to bite his lips seconds later.

Charlot kissed back passionately, yanking him close.

Everly wanted to pull away, but instead he kissed back, albeit with much less enthusiasm.