A Coincidental Meeting

Everly, who had had his fair share of STDs, just frowned more.

"...if that's the case, I want to touch you even less," he replied honestly. "Until I got married, I was a whore."

He shrugged.

"Besides, my preference has always been women."

"Well, you don't have to help me--but you don't seem to be cooperating with sex, either. And if I'm not relaxed and you're not relaxed, you're in for quite the night of rough, drawn-out sex, Monsieur." He sucked on the tip for a moment, teasing him.

"For the record, I'm cleaner than you are--I get checked regularly, like a responsible man. You'll be fine."

Everly just scoffed, though it was primarily to hide a moan. It had been far, far too long since he had had sex.

"There's nothing you can do to me that would surprise me," he replied, and he sort of wished it wasn't true.

"Oh won't you play nice?" he begged, though there was no real begging about it; Charlot knew he was in control, and it showed in all his actions. "Come on, mon cher, be a good sport and I'll make it worth your while."

"How?" he demanded at once. "I doubt there is anything you could give me to convince me to play nice, short of telling me the precise location of my wife."

"Play nice, and I get you those plane tickets," he replied, shrugging.

Everly ground his teeth together.

"And if I don't play nice?"

"i can just leave you here, and you'll have wasted all your time with me."

Everly had suspected as much.

"Fine," he spat, glowering at him. He supposed he would just enjoy it. His wife had always said she didn't care. He just prayed she hadn't been lying. "What's your preference?"

"Anything that will make you writhe in pleasure," he replied honestly, grinning. "Je suis un homme simple, I am a simple man." He climbed on top of Everly, trapping him against the bed. "What did you love to do with your wife? Or rather, what were you too afraid to ask her to do?"

"Not that you care," he began. "But I never slept with my wife."

Everly looked straight up at him. "I haven't had sex in so long, I've forgotten what I like."

Charlot laughed, long and loud. "Well then, we'll just have to do everything, won't we?" He pulled Everly into a kiss, sliding his tongue into his mouth.

Everly didn't want to, but he kissed back. He ran his hands over Charlot, kissing him deeply.

Charlot bit his lip, finally satisfied with Everly's reaction. He pulled away, grinning.

"What have you done with men before, Monsieur?"

"...Everything," Everly replied, after the tiniest hesitation. He hoped Charlot wasn't into anything too weird, or too...messy.

"How gentle should I be?" he asked, nibbling at his neck. He wrapped his arms around Everly as though he were a lover.

"Don't care," Everly replied, tangling one of his hands in Charlot's dreads.

Charlot kissed him passionately and slid a hand down his torso with surprising gentleness. His large hands were just as warm as his lips; Everly was frigid in comparison, but he didn't mind. He could change that. He groped him, gently running his fingers over it.

"Tell me what you want me to do next," he ordered, nuzzling his cheek.

Everly grunted, rather unwilling to.

"I don't care," he grumbled, squirming slightly. "Just...do...whatever."

"I'm doing what I want, and that means you have to participate," he insisted, rubbing his thumb against the tip. "I could always stop, too..."

"I'm not that sexually frustrated," he spat, lying through his teeth. If Charlot stopped, he would find himself in a rather embarrassing predicament.

Charlot pulled away completely, sitting on the corner of the bed.

"As you wish," he said with a shrug.

Everly ground his teeth together.

"That's not..." he frowned deeply. "Get over here and finish this."

"Oooh, how?" he purred, moving closer again. "Ask and I'll obey."

"Just...just...just suck me off," he grumbled. Since when had sex become so...not casual for him? He almost felt the need to go out and have more casual sex, just to get into the swing of things. But he remembered his wife, and tried not to be too hurt.