A Coincidental Meeting

Charlot ignored him as though he hadn't spoken. Instead, he leaned close and kissed his neck, very gently.

Everly's grip on the chair tightened. He didn't even look at Charlot, staring in the opposite direction.

Charlot scraped his teeth over his neck, molesting his chest with his hands.

Everly bit his lip, grimacing noticeably. This was what he had expected, but he had still hoped it wouldn't happen.

"Why so quiet?" he whispered in Everly's ear. He massaged his nipples with his thumbs as he spoke. "This is a very expensive hotel, you know--the walls are thick. No one can hear you but me." Then he licked his ear.

"Because I'm not cheating on my wife. You may do whatever you want, I want no part." Everly didn't move.

"I don't mind," he replied, unzipping Everly's pants. "You can sit here, unresponsive, the whole time. I've had worse."

He frowned.

"Why do you want this?" he asked, looking very cross. He had half a mind to enjoy it, but he forced himself to think of his wife.

"Have I not been clear in my intentions, Monsieur?" he cooed, stroking his cheek. "I like you. Je te veux." He ran a hand over his crotch.

"I'm sorry if no one has told you this yet, but I always get what I want."

"Why do you like me, then?" he asked, keeping his voice as even as possible. "What makes you want me?"

"Why wouldn't I? You seem confident, strong, willing to do whatever it takes to get a job done...these are qualities I admire in a man." He slowly pulled Everly's pants down. "People like you and I aren't weaklings--we take what we want. That's why."

He gently kneaded Everly through his boxers, and glanced down; when he did, he gasped.

"Mon Dieu! Chatons? Très adorable!"

For a second, Everly was confused. Then, upon looking down, he realized the problem. Like usual, he wore the cute underwear his wife insisted he did. He simply, hadn't realized that he had put it on even when his wife wasn't there.

He frowned deeply, though he wasn't sure if he felt particularly embarrassed or not.

Charlot took advantage of the opportunity to slip his hand inside Everly's briefs.

Everly gasped, because he wasn't prepared for it. He groaned.

"Stop it," he said.

"No," he replied. "I want sex." He leaned down and kissed him through his underwear.

Everly ground his teeth together.

"At least do it on the bed, then."

"Come on, then." He sat on the bed as Everly wished, beaming. "What do you want? If you prefer oral, I can start with that."

He stripped out of his remaining clothes, until he was completely naked. His body was covered in tattoos, almost giving him the appearance of still being clothed.

He laid on the bed, propping himself up against the headboard.

"I don't have a preference."

"Then I can fuck you any way I want?" he asked eagerly. He slipped out of his own pants and silk boxers, letting them drop to the floor.

"Sure," he replied, crossing his arms.

"Parfait," he replied, running his tongue over the tip without hesitation.

Everly squirmed, finding himself wholly unused to the whole situation. It had been a few years since Everly had had sex, he realized. It felt unnatural, despite how sexually active he had been before his marriage.

"If it's more comfortable, vous pouvez fumer mon cigare." He winked, licking his lips. "I'm not picky."

Everly furrowed his eyebrows, unsure of the precise slang being used, but he took a stab at it and decided against agreeing.

"Non merci."

He laughed.

"Why, afraid of germs? I'm just as clean as you are." He licked Everly again, through the condom he had totally been wearing the entire time.