Straight
"Jim, I just had a funny thought."
"What's that, Oswald?"
They were back in bed. Oswald's big king sized bed this time.
The bed linen was luxurious. Silk sheets and pillow cases and satin covers.
It felt good against Jim's skin, but even better was the feel of Oswald's naked body lying next to his.
"Well, you used to be my straight man - in more ways than one - but now you're not. Get it?" Oswald grinned impishly.
"Oh ha ha!"
"You like it?"
"Yes. Of course I like it. And do you like...this?"
"Ohhh, Jim. Yes - yes, I do!"
"Good. I've waited all day to touch you like this."
"Well please keep it up. It feels...ooh! Nice!"
"You feel nice too. Oswald…"
"Yes...yes, Jim?"
"I'm glad I'm not your straight guy any more."
"Me too.."
"And Oswald…"
"Erm - yes…..ohhh….that is…...oh, Jim…"
"I'm...sorry...about leaving you in Arkham...really I am…."
"That's..ok...oh Jim...Jim….."
Oswald got there, groaning with intense relief. Jim was intensely relieved too. He had pleased his man and received his forgiveness. All in all a good evening's work - if you could call it work!
And afterwards, Oswald was so affectionate, weeping with joy and embracing him tightly.
They would sleep so soundly tonight!