handycapable | IC CONTACT.

Hi, I'm Gillette, and I would be more than happy to cheat on my tiny wife with you, especially cuz for some reason I don't even get a husband around here. My place or yours?

I'm glad to have a husband rather than a wife--I wouldn't have any idea what to do with a wife. My place. This evening will do, if you like.

I know what to do with mine, which is stay outta her way and keep our marriage entirely unconsummated.
Hopefully forever.

I'll be there. You said Carpenter, right?
Should I bring anything?

432 Carpenter Boulevard. Bring good alcohol if you have something you'd like to share, and an innocent demeanor since we are of course only going to be 'playing cards'.

Oh that's clever. If we play our cards right then I think that oughta cover it.

Do you like gin? Cuz most of what I have here right now is gin.
Oh and these little snack cake things.

I do like gin. It's new to me but I like just about all kinds of alcohol. I like cakes, too.

You 'n me both. I'll bring it all along with so we can have martinis and dessert along with our little card game.

I'll be waiting.

[After the original agreement on meeting at his place, Huaisang had quickly started getting ready. He'd learned very well how alert the neighbors were, and he'd seen that playing cards was an accepted pastime with guests, so he set up a card table in the living room with a deck at the center, then sat by the front window reading a book on card games while he exchanged a few texts arranging the details with Ray. Once the arrangements were made and he'd spent long enough making sure that the cover of the book was easy to identify from anyone watching from across the street, Huaisang set the book aside and closed the blinds. He'd already rearranged the living room to set most of the lights by the windows, ensuring that anyone watching his closed blinds would only see lit blinds, and not the movements of shadows from inside the house.

He had plenty of experience managing the expectations of others and keeping secrets, so he felt quite confident that he hadn't missed any details in his card game cover by the time he met Ray at the door.

Prettily dressed in a fashionable little blouse and skirt combo, Huaisang greeted him with a perfect housewife smile.] I'm so glad you could make it. It's such a pleasure to find someone who plays the same games I do.

[Gesturing for Gillette to come in, Huaisang shuts the door and locks it. The door itself has windows in it, so Huaisang makes sure that he's safely into the living room before he drops the act.] I don't know anything about card games, you're going to have to tell me which one we're playing.

[ Ray heads over a little early, unsure if etiquette in this situation favors showing up on the earlier or later side (even with booty calls back home he isn't entirely sure, as it seems to vary from encounter to encounter) but eventually reaching a point where he's too restless to stay at his house for any longer; he stubs out his cigarette, brushes his teeth, and dresses in a casual turtleneck and blazer combo, taking his time walking over to Carpenter street, cane in one hand and refreshments tucked under his arm.

Back home in New York, of course, Ray is quite openly gay, but here it seems prudent not to be too careless this sort of thing until they can more properly gauge the environment more fully, or... well, at all, which is a possibility Ray is also prepared for. He lived at least half his life on the DL when he still lived down West Virginia, he can do it again if he absolutely has to.

When Huaisang opens the door Ray smiles, leaning in to pantomime a very friendly and appropriate kiss to each cheek as he's welcomed inside. ]

Oh, I know, and since I was headin' over anyway I also thought I'd stop and bring you an' your husband that gin you like.

[ A distracted aside Ray throws in for his own attempt to help things sound convincing, just in case anyone's actually listening. The door closes, locks, and then they're left to privacy: Ray sets the bottle and packet of moon pies down on the nearest surface and also leans against it gently, relieving some of the weight off his legs. ]

Normally I'd say poker, but... let's go with cribbage. And don't worry about how to play, I doubt anyone's actually gonna ask.

I found a book with rules, but I didn't know where to start. Now I do.

[Fetching a pair of glasses and a little bucket of ice, Huaisang plunks a couple of cubes in each glass before adding the liquor. Then he goes to the couch, taking a seat and setting the drinks down on the coffee table in front of them before he pats the spot next to him.

He's excited for the opportunity to seduce someone without all the weight and responsibility of home, where his romantic options are either complicated political connections or people under his authority. Especially with his tastes being what they are, most of his options are either prostitutes or actors, and both are more inclined to treat him like a patron than a companion. Huaisang has been achingly lonely for a very long time.] Come join me?

[ Ray, too, can't even remember the last time he's actually had a boyfriend or lover to be comfortably -- or even casually -- intimate with and around (let alone anything more serious), and it does get lonely. No matter how much Ray can tell himself part of it's the nature of his work, all the secrets and politics, the travel, the injuries sustained both physical and emotional, the truth of it is that even with all that it still hasn't been for lack of trying.

It really, really has not been for lack of trying. He's been in a dry spell, there's no other way to put it, so his relief and anticipation is still mitigated by the sheer surprise of how quick this is happening (and to think he has Archer of all people to thank for it).

Ray walks over, taking the seat beside Huaisang and carefully crossing his legs before he reaches to take one of the drinks. ]

Wow, these places really all do look the same from the inside... [ Then, clearing his throat: ] So! How are we doin' this?

Nestling close, Huaisang bends his own legs up, leaning them to the side so that they're tilted against Ray's lap, the first step toward climbing fully into that lap. "I don't know. However we want. There's no hurry."

He sips at his gin, glad to have it for something to reassure himself and to focus on aside from his budding romance. As excited as he was to get here, he's not entirely sure what to do next. He has experience with seducing people, experience with sex, but everything about this feels tentative. "I want to kiss for sure. I think you should leave at a reasonable hour. I'm... I don't think my husband will mind at all, but the townspeople make me so nervous. I feel like they're always watching, and this whole place feels like an impending threat."

Shuddering, Huaisang takes a larger gulp of his drink, then presses close for reassurance. "I want to be careful, and I want to be able to do this again. Maybe lots again."

Leaning in, Huaisang kisses the side of Ray's neck, nose brushing against the underside of his jaw. "I want you."

There's no hurry, he says, and Ray nods along in agreement even while wondering if he should be expecting Huaisang's husband to be walking in on them at any point, but it's a thought he pushes from his mind fairly easily. There are more pressing things to focus on right now, such as the almost ethereally attractive man inching closer and closer into Ray's lap.

It's strange, feeling slightly outside himself when he tries to think about it more objectively, the strangely foreboding uncertainty that their uneasy situation casts upon the moment to make it feel more precarious than it should-- but then, on the side of things, Ray feels his whole body tense with anticipation and an almost reckless growing desire.

"Yeah, me too," he says. "But I think it'll be all right, as long as we're, y'know, discreet. I mean, I'm pretty used to sneakin' around threatening environments anyway, so... if we want it to happen again, we can make it work."

And he'd like that, because no matter what this ends up being, there's still something to be said about not feeling entirely alone here. He strokes his left hand up Huaisang's back and over his hair (his effort at a reassuring gesture), waiting until his head moves back enough again that Ray can press a cautious kiss to his mouth.

The caress is soothing, and Huaisang is glad to be soothed. Moving forward into the kiss, Huaisang returns it soft and sweet, eager enough to dispel any hint of awkwardness.

Licking his lips as the kiss breaks, he sets his drink down again on the coffee table in order to have his hands free. Nudges Ray's legs to uncross, Huaisang slides into place on Ray's lap, thighs warm on either side of Ray's hips and skirt belling out around them.

Taking advantage of the improved angle, Huaisang cups Ray's jaw with one soft hand, tilting it up so that they can kiss more heatedly.

This is different than most of the one night stands and casual dates Ray's had in recent years, where once the door was closed he could hardly care less what the other person really thought of him, because there'd always (eventually) be another, and Ray doesn't have the dignity to spare on people he'll never see again.

It's different in New York (or in any big city) than it is in small towns, though, where every encounter doesn't just exist in a vacuum. Rather than think about what this era, this town might imply for him or them longer term, Ray instead thinks back to Bible belt upbringing, how best to navigate an affair such as this without calling further attention to themselves.

He kisses Huaisang back, cupping his face with his good hand and shifting his hips slightly, making more room.

"Should we take this to another room?" He asks, the next time either of them comes up for air. "Or is out here good?"

Huaisang has never had much shame about his own desires and preferences, and he's never much minded the rumors that swirl around him. Sheltered by his own position and wealth, Huaisang has always been able to do as he pleased with no consequences but his brother's temper.

But he'd learned wariness when he'd gained authority, and suddenly anyone who wanted into his bed wanted money, power, or influence from him.

"Here's good," Huaisang murmurs, brushing the tip of their noses together with playful affection. "Or we can take this up to the bedroom if you'd prefer. The beds, um. Aren't large. You've probably got the same set-up. I'm at least glad I don't have to share a bed with my not-husband."

Ray nods, still agreeable, knowing this -- out here -- is probably slightly more of a risk, but he kind of doesn't mind that, either. Besides, his legs being in the shape they are, the less walking up and downstairs the better, especially if he's meant to make a surreptitious exit once they're done.

"You're tellin' me," he says with a mild laugh, stroking his fingers through Huaisang's hair, feeling around the collar of his blouse. "If I had to share that tiny little thing with my tiny little wife I'd be sleepin' in the bathtub."

But Ray's tall, too, so he really needs every inch of space he can get; as it is it still feels vaguely like he's sleeping in a child's bed.

"This works," he agrees. No need to interrupt things when they're going well so far.

Exchanging sweet kisses with Ray as they start to explore each other, Huaisang's hips grind down against him, a slow and shameless gyration right on top of Ray's lap. His hands skim over Ray's chest, heading for his buttons, but he lingers when he finds that chest to be surprisingly solid beneath the cloth.

Grinning as he lifts his head, Huaisang licks his lips and enjoys the view of Ray beneath him, all the more so as he works Ray up. "What kind of things do you like doing?" he asks, fingers starting to pluck buttons free.

"Um--" Ray tries to resist the impulse to laugh a little again, not because anything's funny but just because there's still that mild edge of tension to cut through, that awkward nervous barrier. Not only has it been a minute since Ray's been intimate with anyone, but he isn't sure he's ever been with anyone quite this stunning.

"Well, I'm pretty flexible," Ray murmurs after a moment, sitting back and letting Huaisang handle his buttons-- he would help more if not for his prosthetic arm, but as it is, multitasking is tricky enough with only one properly usable arm, which he prefers to keep where it is, along Huaisang's delicate neck line. "Maybe not so much literally these days, but..."

He rocks his hips a little under Huaisang's weight, enjoying the sensation and the pressure the way anyone in this position probably would.

"Anyway, I like all sorts of things," he adds, clearing his throat. "Normally I'm not-- but y'know, I mean, I can still go either way. However you like doin' it."

Picking up on how nervous he is, Huaisang gives him a few more lingering kisses to try and help him calm and focus. His hands slide inside of Ray's shirt once he gets open, admiring the warm muscle beneath. "You're even more attractive than I expected."

Turning his head to kiss the inside of Ray's wrist, Huaisang smiles sweetly at him, then starts to scoot backward. He's pretty sure his new lover will be calmer after an orgasm. And maybe some more gin.

He settles on his knees on the floor, gently pushing Ray's knees apart. "I also like all sorts of things. I usually prefer being the one getting penetrated. I love being manhandled, pinned, or tickled."

His fingers start unfastening Ray's trousers as he talks, eyes staying on Ray's face.

Edited 2020-12-09 21:59 (UTC)

"Thank you," Ray says with a coy little smirk, never not one to eat up a little praise when and where he gets it. "You're pretty beautiful yourself."

Which feels much more obvious, almost a given, but that's no crime.

Ray reaches to take a sip of his drink, indeed feeling the liquid courage help steady him and keep him focused on the moment, but they further they get and the more his heartrate speeds up, the easier it gets-- just like riding a bicycle.

His legs slide apart, eyes watching Huaisang attentively.

"I probably can't pin you down like this," he admits, glancing briefly to his right hand, wondering if it'd be preferable for him to leave the prosthetic on or take it off. "At least not convincingly, but the rest should be no problem. I'm a champion manhandler, as far as these things go."

Curious about the arm, Huaisang reaches for it once Ray refers to it. He noticed it before, but he hadn't seen any particular reason to draw attention to it. He's seen prosthetics before, and this one is an expertly made one, but it isn't an area of interest for him. It's a tool, and Huaisang is more interested in the man it's attached to. But now that he has the opportunity to pay attention to it, he notes the hook on the inside, intrigued by what seems like smart design.

Giving the back of the hand a gentle kiss, Huaisang releases it again and returns to unfastening Ray's trousers. "I'm looking forward to the champion manhandling." His eyes flash playfully up at Ray, and then he's got the fly open and his hand inside, slender fingers gently coaxing Ray's cock free of the fabric.

The gesture is a bit of a surprise, bringing a mild flush of color up Ray's face as his eyebrows raise. He tries not to call attention to it if and when possible (easier said than done), but losing his arm -- not to mention all the drama with his legs oscillating between working and not working over the past few years; between all the bodily trauma it's probably no wonder he hasn't gotten laid much lately -- was definitely a significant source of grief to Ray when it happened, and adjusting to the comparatively old-fashioned prosthetic when he'd finally gotten used to the bionic one hasn't been easy either.

So it's strange for him, that targeted sort of tenderness, but far from unwelcome.

"You don't have to, uh..."

Though he does nothing to stop Huaisang from examining it, kissing it, before Huaisang then moves on; Ray fumbles with his belt and lifts his hips, assisting as he can, then sliding his fingers into Huaisang's hair to tug it lightly, draw his face closer toward Ray's lap.

For now, Huaisang only draws Ray's pants down far enough that he can access his cock, though his fingers skim lightly over hips and his lower abdomen in the process, admiring warm skin and solid muscle.

Pressing close in between those legs, Huaisang kisses and nuzzles at Ray's cock, just admiring it for now. It's been so long since he's touched anyone's genitals but his own, and he has sorely missed cocks of flesh and blood rather than carved wood and stone. He hasn't been able to find the latter at all since he arrived, which has been a constant source of frustration. Thank goodness he found Ray before he had to resort to phallic vegetables.

Naturally vocal, Huaisang does his best to stay quiet, but he can't help the soft, breathy little sighs and whimpers of pleasure as he nuzzles and kisses at Ray's shaft, admiring it with lips and fingers.

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