betsy: Day Three

And for the first time in America, Lars felt normal. Kissing River felt normal. He didn’t feel like a giant or a fag or alienated by River’s intoxication or like he was a fragment of industry in River’s forest of an apartment. Lars felt normal with River’s tongue flicking against his. And if a good fuck was going to make him feel normal, he was going to get that good fuck.

Lars pushed River against a wall knocking over a shoe. Lars felt River’s leg press against his groin as he pressed his tongue into his mouth. Lars flipped River around, his face pressed against the textured wallpaper. Lars moved his dreadlocks aside so he could kiss his neck. “Let me show you how happy I am that you’re here.”

“Wait,” River said, struggling against Lars pin. “Let me get some, you know.”

Lars released him, trying not to sigh, and let River hunt around in his apartment. He knew a more natural way of doing things, but he just wasn’t aggressive enough to suggest that sort of thing to River. River came back with a small jar and a large smile. He tossed it to Lars, who missed catching it. As Lars bent over to pick it off the ground, River said, “Now push me against the wall again, that was awesome.”

Smirking, Lars said, “Whatever you want.”

River eagerly pulled down his pants as Lars pushed him against the wall with his arm. The arm pinning River held the jar, and Lars dipped the fingers of his free hand inside the jar before pressing them gently into River’s ass. He worried River liked things a bit rougher, but Lars preferred a slow and steady pace. It just meant he’d be able to go longer, he supposed, like the tortoise, instead of having to take a nap halfway through like the rabbit.

Lars heard River make a pleased noise, and Lars used the clean fingers to try to unbutton his own pants. It was a bit of a struggle, but River didn’t seem to notice that he had temporarily stopped. He slathered the rest of the lubricant across his erection, setting down the jar on one of the crooked shelves. He held River by the hips, pressing his chest against River’s back to keep him pinned. He slowly pushed himself into River, making sure River didn’t wince from the pain.

River moaned as if Lars was pumping into him at 150 miles per hour.

He moved all of River’s hair to one of side of his head so he could breathe against River’s cheek without any hindrance. He kissed River’s ear before pumping harder into him.

He felt River buck back, grinding up against him, trying to get him to be rougher. River’s own erection pressed against the wall, throbbing from lack of attention. Lars pressed River’s hands against the wall, thrusting harder into him. River moaned his name and something about posies and rainbows. Lars just kissed River’s shoulder blade.

River continued bucking roughly against Lars, causing Lars to breathe harder against River’s cheek and increase his speed to match River. River began cursing, “Fuck Lars,” he said. “Shit.”

Lars tried to decide if the curses were good or bad (he assumed good), and he finally decided to jerk River off while thrusting into him. His thumb teased the head of River’s erection, and his hand chaffed against the wallpaper.

Both began panting heavier, Lars feeling the sweat weight down his shirt. River moaned happily, mixing in Lars’ name with various curses and what he assumed were parts of plants. Lars felt River start to spill into his hands, and he let out a gasp as he came against the wall.

Embarrassed at his bad timing, Lars quickly pumped into River, finishing off with a grunt.

River leaned back against Lars, and Lars kissed his neck. “I missed you so much,” River said, flipping over to hug Lars. “But I never forgot how great you are.”

“I appreciate that,” Lars replied. “But do you know what else I’d appreciate?”

“Another round?” River asked. “I’d probably be good to go soon.”

“Well, maybe later,” Lars said, sheepishly. It’d be a while before he was ready again. “I’d love a shower though.” He repeated, “It was a long flight.”

“All right,” River replied, pouting. “But only if I can come too.”

Lars nodded and River led the way to the bathroom. Lars glanced at the walls with “found” objects (he suspected dumpster diving) and with every strange object, Lars found himself feeling more and more at home.