FREE FLYING HEARTS -- A collection of short stories from Tonig73

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Warning  --  bxb

Laurent had long gotten over the "I owe you" approach to his and Larry's physical relationship.  They were both sexual, sensual men, and their physical encounters and lovemaking were always good, if not great, when not absolutely amazing.  Larry had always taken up the challenge, if that was the right word, of pleasing Laurent, as he gradually became less able to be very actively involved in their bed.

At first, When he was well enough, Laurent wanted to "look after" Larry in the bedroom.  He felt he needed, and wanted, to make up for all the years that Larry had put him first.  And Larry let him.  But as with any loving, committed relationship, there was the need, the want to give more than receive.  And therein lay the problem.  One wanted to give, the other, after a while, thought it too much, and ultimately felt guilty, always being on the receiving end of ..... things.  Then their bed became a competitors arena, a battleground of sorts.  To see who could give the most pleasure, take more time, put forth the most effort.  Not because there needed to be a winner, but because the need to please the other ran roughshod over the need to please themselves.  

And so, even up until a few months ago, it was touch and go there for a while.  The physical side of loving each other was getting worse instead of better, and they each blamed themselves.  They each loved the other so much, they each sacrificed the one person that would make the other complete.  They didn't exist as a single elsewhere, so why did they think they should in bed ?  And it took them a while to see that.  That it wasn't selfish to give your partner the time, to let them pleasure you, because it was pleasing to them as well.  How could that be a bad thing ?

And it wasn't about "doing" things for, with, or to each other either.  Both enjoyed a hand or blow job equally.  Both loved to ride each other into oblivion too, watching the other's reaction to their own pleasure.  Both loved to whisper the not-so-sweet, dirty, filthy, somethings into the other's ear.  And so they learnt the literal give and take, the push and pull, the "fuck me"'s, and the "fuck you"'s of their own particular sex life. 

And so they got around some of that, with something they learned from a friend.  They made themselves, a "Sex Menu".  They had sat down one evening, and taken sex off the table for the night.  They made a list of what they each liked, or disliked, with a yes, no, or maybe attached to each thing.  They knew each other pretty well, they thought, their likes, their preferences, and the things that drove stark raving bonkers.  But there were still a few surprises in there.  That Larry had wanted to make love blindfolded, thinking the absence of that sense would heighten all the others.  That Laurent had wanted to try light bondage, like handcuffs, or silky ropes of some sort.  The fact that he would be completely at Larry's mercy, more than made his dick jump in anticipation.

So, when they had the luxury of time and not being bone tired, and hadn't jumped each other's bones out of frustration and need, they would each choose an item from their "Menu".  It was fun, and it kept their love life exciting, and it fed into the pleasing each other thing, but without the guilt, without the feeling of needing to be "even".  Even though they were tired, tonight they chose the same thing, for expediencies' sake, as much as anything.  They still had to get a decent nights sleep, and be up at a reasonable hour to go watch Pierce tomorrow.  They decided they would have sex ... outside.

Their living room had french windows and a small balcony that faced the street.  It was small and compact, but perfectly formed, with a metal floor, and iron railings that were close together.  Bearing in mind that they were on the main thoroughfare along the beach, with four lanes of busy traffic beneath them, and that the city was crammed full of people going to the stadium tomorrow, most of them enjoying a night on the town tonight.  That all their neighbours were busy restaurants and bars, and that the skate park across the road was floodlit, so there were skaters there until late at night.