"Hey Man..."

"I...I've never..." he wanted to explain that he'd never had sex that didn't have some sort of anonymity to it. This was new, different, and so far, he didn't like it. He had wanted it so badly just a short time ago, but now he felt that sentiment quickly fading. He wanted Priestly to just be rough, and cruel and mean and to not care because he knew he'd never see him again, and Mars was positive that this would be the end of their relationship anyway. He never wanted to see Priestly again, certainly not after this.

"Stop...talking."

He laughed loudly and kissed Mars on the mouth. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close as he continued to thrust.

Mars squirmed still, though he found his more agreeable than listening to Priestly speak. Now, at least, he could focus on the pleasure and not on the other man. He did not want to be reminded of who he was with. He shut his eyes tight.

Though he went faster, he did not grip Mars roughly. His touch was gentle, and his fingers never pressed hard enough to bruise.

Mars gasped, and he looked away and tried to pretend he was not making embarrassing noises. He hated the gentleness at which Priestly held him.

He kissed all along Mars's neck.

"You act like no one's made love to you before."

"I-I'm not a virgin!" he snapped defensively.

"I didn't say you were--I'm sure you've fucked." He kissed his neck again. "I don't think you've made love at all, though--you're too nervous."

Mars felt his face flush with embarrassment.

"There...there's no...difference!" he insisted, trying to move so Priestly couldn't kiss his neck. "S-stop that!"

"If you had made love, you'd know the difference," he insisted. "I'm trying to make love to you right now, you know--because you look like you could use being loved."

Suddenly, Mars felt an overwhelming amount of guilt and shame and regret. There was a simple reason, he realized, why he'd never known the difference. He would have known the difference if he'd ever even attempted to have slept with a woman, of course. Of course that was it. It was obvious. There was no doubt in his mind that that was the difference. Priestly was right; he didn't know the difference because he was a faggot. This was no different than any other time he'd had sex and it never would be because Priestly was a man.

"...you're right," he said quietly.

He pushed Mars's hair out of his face.

"So relax, and let me make love to you, would you?"

Mars looked up at him, but he did not say anything. Whether Priestly continued or not, it did not matter much to him. He knew he would not be able to resist enjoying the ordeal, even if he wanted to. But at least now he realized something very important.

Sighing softly, he slipped a hand down Mars's torso and began stroking him.

He looked away, digging his fingers into the sheets. Much to his disgust, he began to softly pant.

"I'm getting close, are you?" he asked, rubbing his thumb over the tip.

Mars shuddered, but he had to nod. He was, even if that fact filled him with shame.

Priestly thrusted deep into Mars and pressed him against the bed as a shudder went through his body. He smiled at him and pulled out, licking his lips.

"Let me finish you off."

Mars nodded, biting his lip nervously. He wanted it to be over with.

He took most of Mars into his mouth and began sucking, careful not to scrape his teeth against anything.

He gasped, not expecting for it to feel so nice. It wasn't fair he was good at this. It wasn't long at all before he finally came.

He swallowed and laid down on the bed next to Mars. He wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"Better?" He was out of breath, but his smile remained.

"...don't."

"Don't what? Don't talk?" He rolled onto his side, pressing close.

"...don't." he repeated. Mars moved away from Priestly. He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and staring at the nondescript painting on the wall.