Page 5 of Love Limits

Zhong preened a little bit, though he didn’t let on. He worked out a lot because it felt good and it helped him stay focused, but it was nice that Dustin appreciated it. I’m so glad my dick doesn’t have a sense of smell and it can’t think independently of the rest of my body.

Dustin sighed, the puff of air soft on Zhong’s neck.

I wish I could be more for you, Zhong finally admitted. He didn’t say things like that often, but he’d been thinking about it a lot lately. He was happy with his asexual identity and definitely didn’t feel like he was missing out on anything. But it would sure make it a hell of a lot easier to find a partner if he could muster up some enthusiasm for sex.

Dustin gave him a stern look. You are absolutely enough. We’re just not compatible that way.

Zhong was able to believe that about ninety percent of the time. He hoped he could be enough for someone.

Dustin snuggled back into his arms. The very prominent protrusion was still poking Zhong’s thigh, and he could tell that Dustin was trying to control his breathing.

Zhong smirked. Are you going to do something about it?

No. It’s fine.

You know I don’t care. Just use the handkerchief.

Nope. We’re not in college anymore. It’ll go away.

Zhong considered. Maybe we could try it again.

Try what?

Sex. I mean… maybe I should figure out if I can handle it before I start dating. It would be much easier if I could.

Dustin sat up, crossing his legs so that he could look down at Zhong. This is a terrible idea. Let’s skip the experiment and jump to the conclusion, which is that you’re going to hate it now just as much as you did in college.

I don’t hate it. I just don’t understand it. But I’m trying to, OK? I need to collect some data. He gave an endearing grin. And you’re my favorite guinea pig.

Dustin put his head in his hands. But he was smiling now. Why do I listen to you?

Because I smell good and have nice muscles? He hesitated for a moment. And because you love me?

Dustin pressed two fingers to Zhong’s lips in a modified kiss. I really do love you. A smile rippled over his lips. And it’s completely unfair how attractive you are.

See? Perfect. If my body turns you on, you might as well make use of your resources, right?

Dustin wrinkled his nose. How do you manage to make even slightly sexual things completely un-sexy?

It’s a gift. Now, roll over. I’ll help.

Dustin rolled his eyes. That’s what I mean.

Dustin watched Zhong for another minute, and then seemed to make up his mind. He rolled over and presented his back in invitation, the way that they’d figured out in college. They’d tried this about a dozen times over the years, between Dustin getting in and out of relationships, and it was the thing that worked best.

When Zhong had tried sleeping with Sarah they had another strategy that worked for her. For Zhong, it was mostly about finding something that made the other person happy and didn’t involve him actually having to touch the yucky bits.

Zhong snuggled up behind Dustin, contemplating the experience. It was nice to feel like he was useful and attractive. Sex was important to Dustin, so helping him with it felt important and close, too. He ran his hand along Dustin’s chest, feeling the dusting of hair, the softness of his belly, the harder lines over his ribs. They felt familiar. Comfortable. He enjoyed Dustin’s body, in a caring, cozy way.

When Zhong’s fingers landed on a nipple, he circled it and then started tugging at it. Dustin always liked that, and it wasn’t long before Dustin’s hands disappeared beneath the sheets and his rhythmic motions started rocking them both.

It was kind of uncomfortable and shaky, like a bad carnival ride, but obviously Dustin was enjoying himself.

Zhong breathed in the familiar scent at the back of Dustin’s neck. That part he liked.

Necks were much better than penises. Dicks were truly weird. These odd little flaps of skin that swelled up with blood and then spewed out goo. All the time. Even though humans were mostly monogamous and didn’t need to reproduce that often.

Dustin was rocking harder now, his breath lifting his chest. Zhong wondered how loud he was being, since he couldn’t hear him. He wondered if Dustin liked hearing himself. Dustin couldn’t usually make sense of speech or short sounds, but continuous sounds were usually alright.