betsy: Day Two

Lars slid into the seat beside River in the cab, feeling the cab slightly sway under his weight. River gave the address to the cabbie, affectionately patting Lars’ leg. Lars buckled up as the cab driver swerved into the street. As River twisted his fingers into Lars hair, he said, “I’m so glad that you’re here, Lars. I can’t wait until you see the place, it’s great.”

Lars took River’s hands and held it in his lap, trying to avoid the confused gaze of the cab driver. River started talking about the areas that they were going to have sex in and Lars cleared his throat. “Maybe we should wait to talk about this until we’re at home.”

“But I want you to be ready when we get there,” River whined, his hand grabbing at Lars’ groin. “Like, completely ready.”

“I’m not comfortable with this arrangement,” Lars tried to explain, pulling River away.

“I’m not very good at topping,” River said. “You’re so much better.”

“No, I mean,” Lars said. “I am not comfortable talking about this in the car.”

“Why?” River asked, the cab coming to a sharp stop. “Oh we’re here now anyway.”

Lars was grateful. He watched River pay for the cab as he stood up and made sure his sweater was pulled down. He began unpacking his luggage, to save the cab driver the trouble. River clung to Lars’ arm, pointing in the direction that they were heading.

Lars got pulled ahead by River and he inspected the inside of the apartment building. It seemed nice enough. It was locked, at least, and he watched River struggling unlocking it. “It gets stuck on the time,” River said. “It’s so stupid.”

He eventually managed to pull it open and they started walking past the elevator. “I want to take the stairs!” River exclaimed.

“It’s been a long flight,” Lars said. “I don’t want to have to lug this suitcase up stairs.” He also didn’t want to carry River up the stairs, but he didn’t mention that part.

“But it’s only on the 7th floor,” River said, staring at Lars as if he was ridiculous.

Lars pressed the button to the elevator and waited with River pacing around him, pulling at Lars’ belt and playing with Lars’ fingers. When the elevator door opened, River pushed him in. Lars found himself ambushed by River’s lips under his neck, his swiftly growing facial hair scratching against Lars’ smooth skin.

Laughing, Lars kissed River’s forehead. “We’ll be like two seconds,” Lars said. “Can’t you wait two seconds?”

River wrapped his hands around Lars’ waist, burrowing his face in Lars’ chest. “I’m just really glad you’re here.”

Lars stroked River’s dreadlocks. “I am too,” he replied.

The elevator door opened and they stepped out. River led him to his apartment and opened the door. Lars felt the air change as he stepped into River’s place. It was as if his apartment had air of its own.

When Lars looked around, he realized the reason why the apartment has its own hair. River had turned the apartment into a forest. A large flower grew in his TV, where the screen should have been. His shelves were littered with mismatched shoes, each having their own plants reaching out of them. There was a tree growing in the corner of his apartment, and it seemed to be growing into a toilet. He worried what River’s bed looked like, he wasn’t sure he’d like sleeping on moss.

But River made it clear he had no intention of sleeping. He pushed Lars forward, to get him out of the doorway, and shut and locked the door behind him. He groped Lars’ rear and wrapped one arm around his back.

“What do you think?” River asked. “You love it, don’t you?”

Lars hesitated. “I love that you’re here,” he said, holding River.

He tucked his head next to River’s, breathing in and kissing his neck. River guided Lars’ mouth against his, finally getting a kiss he wanted.

->Option One!:
River pulled Lars against a wall knocking over a show. Lars felt River’s leg press against his groin as he pressed his tongue into his mouth.

River turned himself around. “Show me how happy you are that you’re here,” River said, grinding his ass against Lars’ growing excitement.

->Option Two!:
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.”