Page 90 of By Any Means

Chary gave a breathless laugh. “We’re of a weight,” he gasped—and then tilted forward and dropped him.

“Jesus!” Laurie exclaimed, but had no time to cringe about the near-miss of their foreheads, or their of-a-kind weights upon the poor four-poster; he was laughing too hard into his hand. Chary’s lips were on his neck, and he had stretched himself out, plastered Laurie flat and pliant with everything he could reach, hands, knees, elbows, feet.

Then, with delighted giggles hissing through his teeth, Chary shoved knees between Laurie’s legs, pushed them wide, and sank in close. “I want you. Lord. I want to eat you and fuck into you. You smell delicious.”

“Christ.” Laurie groaned. Nobody’d ever dared push him around like this. He wasn’t Flatiron-tall like Chary, but he wasn’t short, either, and not built sparse. He’d been fucked lots but at the same time also barely been touched outside his prick. And he’d never been moved ’round just because someone wanted him some-way else.

Driven by gleeful hedonism, Chary had no such external consciousness. He pushed up Laurie’s legs and put his hands on the four-poster headboard. He ground himself down and rocked forward in jerky thrusts, prick-to-prick, in the crease of Laurie’s hip, between his legs, then prick-to-prick again, the rub almost painful. It was like clinging to an incubus seeking constant novelty, who was maybe not merciful.

Laurie again wasn’t sure he’d survive.

He was sure that if Chary let his weight up at all, he was going to come very fast.

Maybe even if not.

He gritted his teeth. “Chary.”

Chary peered down. “Sorry, oh, lord. Sorry. What’s next, what’s next?” he gasped. He sounded frantic, manic.

Laurie couldn’t respond anyway because he was kissed again. Devoured.

“No, wait a moment. I think I know,” Chary whispered, breaking free. He reached down. “Frotting?” he muttered. “Frottage? Why are they all fricatives?”

“Chary.” Laurie laughed. “No.”

“I know; I promised. Flip over,” Chary whispered, and giggled.

Absurd that it made Laurie shudder and comply, covered in gooseflesh. His prick was slightly unhappy about being trapped. Oh, well for him.

Knees settled snug and familiar between his own.

Then silence.

He looked back. “Cherry?” He added preemptively, “My ankle’s fine.”

The downside about being twenty-nine in a Gotham increasingly full of unmarried men was that fulfilling his desire had become another kind of quotidian. Sex was rote, even with new partners, in new places. And he didn’t know what sex with women was like, but sex with men who didn’t think giving it to another man made them any queerer than the next lad had become a matter of efficiency. Effectiveness, less so.

“No—good lord,” Chary whispered. A single finger came down onto the meat of Laurie’s ass and pressed in, then retreated lingeringly.

Not at all quotidian. In fact, Chary’s gaze was so full of wonder and hesitancy that for a moment, Laurie wondered if he’d somehow got into this with a virgin. His ass wasn’t that amazing. Just ample.

But then Chary’s knees widened, splaying Laurie’s own, demanding vulnerability and access. Laurie groaned. Thought, surely not, surely not, like a prayer.

“Do you need…?” He heard Chary swallow. “Fingers? I-I’m not very experienced—” No laugh this time. Uh-oh.

Laurie exhaled. Faith, faith. “Nah, I’ll be all right. Go slow.”

The cork-on-glass squeak of a Vaseline jar. A soft, slick noise of hand hasty over a prick. Laurie turned to watch.

“Chesebrough,” Chary muttered to the Vaseline. He was shaking, holding the jar tight to seem like he wasn’t. “Hmm.”

Feeling bizarrely protective, Laurie turned back around. “Subpar glass?”

“What?” Chary put one leg warmly over one of Laurie’s, pushed up the other. “No, it’s perfectly… perfectly…” His breaths were short and panting. He carefully placed his cock. “Oh, god.”

Laurie’s forehead thunked into the sheets. “Yeah,” he groaned. “Perfect.”

As five o’clock came sleepily around, neither August nor Hiram had appeared to their hotel rooms. In their place came a telegram: GONE TO MAINE.