Stuart Bondek/Carter Heywood
Rated R, just to be safe. Nothing serious happening here.
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Notes: This story, like most of my others, has been betaed by the wonderful Gail. :-)
Manly behaviour
A Spin City story by Mareen
When he could finally use his voice again, it was still out of breath and sounded one octave higher than usual.
"Okay...."
He coughed.
Manly voice. Manly voice. Manly manly manly voice.
He started again. "Okay, what did just happen?"
Biting the inside of his cheek, he gazed left at the man beside him expectantly. He was staring at his face. He did not look further down. He did not recognize Carter's nakedness. No Ma'am.
Dark skin. Flesh. Sweat. Gooood... Carter was looking good. He was absolutely, incredibly out of his mind.
Another ragged voice. "How should I know?"
"You are the gay sex expert. Not me!"
"You started it."
"ohhhh... I did not."
"I was the one who suddenly had a tongue in his ear. Not you."
Stuart whined, "It's all your fault."
"I was just putting my clothes in the washing machine. How did I start anything?"
"You were putting your clothes in the washing machine."
"So what? Did I suddenly have a sign on my butt that said `Ravage me.´? - I don't think so. - Everything I did was purely innocent."
"Oh yeah? - You were wriggling it at me."
"I wriggled? What did I wriggle?"
"Your butt."
"Oh no, Stuart. I did not wriggle my butt at you."
"You wriggled. You've been wriggling like crazy for weeks."
"And how did I `wriggle`?" Carter sounded exasperated. "Like this?"
Carter started wriggling his butt, but as he was on his back, lying flat on the mattress stark naked, it was not just his butt that was wriggling in front of Stuart. No, there was more moving around. Like left and right and ... Stuart`s eyes flung open. He coughed hard.
"Now tell me," Carter said, still wriggling. "Was it like that? Because *this* is wriggling and I sincerely doubt I..."
"Oh shut up."
Stuart stared. The ceiling was nice. Creamy white and boring. And not naked.
"We are still naked, " he said matter-of-factly.
But not wriggling anymore. Thank god.
"Yeah," Carter answered.
Stuart didn't move. He was just touching Carter's naked leg with his own. It was hot.
Not sexually `hot`, you idiot. It's hot... Like hot, like in `heated flesh`-hot.... Hot, like in ´flushed skin`.... Hot like in `after sex`-hot.
"urgh", Stuart said.
"What?"
"Nothing."
There was a fly, right above the bed. Flying, flying, flying in a circle. The heat at his leg increased, and he moved closer to it.
"Can't you put on some clothes?" Stuart asked.
"I'm sticky. I can't put on any clothes. Do you know what the dry cleaning would cost me?"
"Probably a lot."
"Yeah."
"So maybe you should rather, well, stay here. - To keep your clothes clean."
"Yeah."
Silence. Then: "You could put on some clothes."
Stuart thought about it for a moment.
"It's too warm," he answered.
"It's winter."
"I'm warm in spite of that. It's my metabolism. It's been acting strange for years. Did I never tell you?"
"No."
"I have now."
"Okay."
"So no clothes."
"Okay."
Silence again. Stuart listened to his own breathing and watched the fly sitting on the ceiling and tried to ignore the fact that he was lying in a bed with a naked man that he had just had sex with.
Okay, not just a man. The man.
There was something moving beside him.
"Carter..." he started.
"hm?"
"Nothing."
Carter's hand moved over his thigh. Not tickling him or something. Tickling could have been interpreted as just a male bonding ritual of sorts. Has been heard of, you know. But no. The hand wasn't tickling him. The hand was caressing. Up his thigh. The inside of his thigh. Moving, oh god, deeper to the inside of his thigh.
"Carter, " he breathed.
"Hm?"
"I'm not gay."
"Sure you`re not."
Stuart moved closer to the hand and spread his legs. The hand grasped. Stuart gasped.
"Okay, maybe I'm a bit gay, " he whispered. "uhm...could you...could you do that again? Maybe?"
"What?" Carter said softly. "This?"
Stuart got a handful of sheets and made a fist around it. His mouth opened when he let out a groan.
"Was that okay?"
"Yes, yes. Pretty much okay. Could you maybe..."
"More?"
"Yes. That would be really nice."
"I'm shocked."
Stuart could hear him grin. He met his friend's gaze. Carter had turned onto his side and was looking at him, while at the same time pushing his hand deeper between his legs and slowly caressing him.
"Shocked?....ab...about what?"
"About you...being so polite suddenly. Maybe I should have started wriggling at you much earlier."
For a second, Stuart had his voice back. "I knew it! - I ... oh goddamn!"
Carter chuckled.
That hand...That bad, bad hand...
"You trying to prove something?" Stuart asked. He desperately tried to calm down a bit.
"Like what?"
"That I'm gay."
"You already said you are a bit gay. - And...remember what you told me when you straddled me earlier? `I'm gonna ride you `til you pop like a bottle of champagne!`." He laughed out loud. "Didn't sound very hetero to me." His voice got rough suddenly. "Didn't even look hetero. Didn't look hetero at all. Didn't feel like it either."
Stuart made a face, and again, Carter chuckled, then stared down at Stuart with a soft smile. His hand had stopped moving between his legs, instead he brought the other one up and pushed it softly through Stuart`s sweaty hair.
"You know, " he whispered. "You aren't exactly that knight in shining armour I wanted."
"And you are not exactly the female sex kitten I wanted either." Stuart was whining again. "And I can't believe I actually said that champagne-thing." He frowned. "No, wait. I can imagine it. It's what I say. I just never thought I'd say that to you. - No wait, I can imagine saying that to you. I just couldn't have ever imagined really doing it. - I am supposed to make fun of you for being a homo. I wasn't supposed to join you. - God, is everyone gay nowadays!?"
Carter started laughing, then immediately got serious again.
"Did you like it?" he said.
Again, Stuart looked up at the ceiling.
"Yes," he said finally, then stronger: "Yes." He gave Carter a look. "What about you? - I mean, I know I'm *good*..." Carter glared. "...but only with women so far. Hey! Me, I'm a ladies` man. ... And it *is* different."
"Not *that* different," Carter said. "You just stick something into another something and... "
Stuart made a face and for a second looked as if he was about to bolt for the door.
"I didn't say we have to go for the sticking part, Stuart."
"Good. Because I'm not a tube and you are not a plumber. No sticking or plumbing or anything, okay?"
Carter hid his face in the crook of Stuart's neck to hide his laughing.
"Sticking or *plumbing*?" he got out, sounding unbelieving. "Okay," he grinned. "I'm not a plumber and you are not a tube."
"At least not right now, " Carter suddenly heard Stuart whisper. "Maybe ... later."
"You want to be a tube later?" Carter laughed.
"Oh, shut up." He made an `umph`-sound. "I said `maybe`, okay? - Later maybe."
"You don't have to, Stuart."
"I *said* maybe. - Maybe. - It can't be so bad, can it? I mean...you do it all the time, don't you? So it can't be that..."
"It's okay to be afraid", Carter answered softly and kissed his ear.
"I'm not afraid. - Just because I think you are hot, I'm not turning into a little girlie, that is... - I'm not afraid, you know?"
"I know."
"You don't believe me."
"I believe you."
"I'm serious. I'm not afraid of anything."
"I know you aren't."
"Okay."
"Okay."
"Carter?"
"Yes?"
"Can we have some more sex?"
"We can do that."
"Carter?
"Yes?"
"I'm terrified."
"I know."
"You said you believed me that I'm not afraid."
"I lied, Stuart. - Can we... there's this sound you made earlier and I'd like to hear again."
"I'm not stopping you. - I'm really, really not stopping you. Go ahead, please."
"Thank you. - I love it when you are that polite."
Stuart couldn't answer. Stuart just dove in.
And he found out that life as a tube wasn't actually *that* bad.
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