A Particular Day in Autumn

"...are you sure?" He asked skeptically. "I mean, I feel kind of bad now,'cause you don't really seem...interested in me. I mean, uh, it's fine, I know it's kind of weird since I'm...well..."

He coughed awkwardly. "...stitched up."

He shook his head quickly, surprised.

"No, no--Mars, of course not. Something as small as that would never bother me, I promise." He smiled, caressing his cheek, but he looked distracted. "Come on...let's lay down, right?"

Mars frowned deeply.

"I don't believe you, but fine." He said reluctantly. "If you say so...I guess I'll have to trust you."

He sat down on the edge of the bed, but he didn't lay down quite yet.

Priestly pulled off his shirt and sat down next to him.

"Maybe I'm just nervous about trying after so long~" he teased.

He laughed.

"As much as I kind of don't believe that, I believe even less that you'd be nervous about sex." He shrugged slightly, moving to unbutton his shirt again. He fumbled, though, unused to his clumsy fingers.

Priestly brushed his hands away and unbuttoned the shirt for him.

"There you go--need help with your pants, too?" He was only wearing boxers, himself; they were plain and black, like the rest of his clothes.

He laughed.

"I mean, I don't really need help with them, but..." He grinned widely.

Priestly stared, as though unsure of what to think.

"...You really have changed, Mars."

Mars blinked.

"I have? Well, I mean, I did die you know." He laughed at his own not really funny joke. "But really, I've always been like this."

He laughed.

"Not really--you used to insist you had wet the bed whenever you had a wet dream."

Mars looked confused for a second before he burst into laughter.

"Oh, I remember that! I almost forgot!" He laughed so hard he had to lay back onto the bed. "Man...I was a weird as fuck kid."

Priestly smiled.

"Not really. Just a confused kid. Say, you ready to start?"

He sat up again, pulling Priestly down onto the bed.

"I've been ready for, like, ever by now." He laughed.

Priestly kissed him on the lips, tentatively running a hand over his chest. He seemed to be holding back significantly.

Mars rolled his eyes and kissed back rather ferociously, moving his hands to grope Priestly's butt.

Priestly gasped slightly, pressing closer. His movements remained stiff and controlled, however, as he ran his hands over Mars's nipples and down to his hips.

Somewhat annoyed by that, Mars stuck his hands into Priestly's pants and groped his butt again, as he ran his tongue over Priestly's lips.

Priestly's movements slowed even further as he struggled to contain his reaction. Mars hadn't this aggressive before, had he?

Mars hardly noticed, too busy moving his hands now to the front of Priestly's boxers, groping him there, now, too.

Priestly gently nipped Mars's lip, trying to signal for him to back off a little.

Mars sighed softly, moving his hands up to Priestly's waist and just leaving them there.

"...If you don't want to, we don't have to." He said quietly, for about the hundredth time.

He frowned.

"Of course I want to, Mars. I just..." He paused, glancing to the side.

"Oh, come on. I'm tired of getting told yes and then you not doing it." He said. "So just tell me."

"It's nothing," he said quickly, kissing Mars on the neck.

Mars pushed him away.

"Nope, you have to tell me first." He insisted. "Otherwise I'll just think I'm fat and ugly and hate you forever."