The chest of drawers was heavy, what with being full of photographs, letters, other bits

So he looked at him and tipped his head forward. In return he craned his neck back, You are not, he said, what I thought, he said, You are, he said. Spittle, when he said it.
The trousers around his ankles burnt his skin red hot in the face.
They struck against each other and released and struck against each other again.
I'm going to make you do this, he said, on tiptoes.

You're not. Don't. I'm in love, he said. He pushed into him, With who, he said, With her, he said. He pushed into him harder. No you're not, he said, she doesn't care, he said. I'm in love with her. She will, he said.
When, he said.
His hands were held up weakly at about hips, weak. Please, he said, after he kissed him.
His hands were all over him. He clutched at him and stretched his clothes about, put his hands and his arms inside his jacket, jumper and t-shirt. He fondled things. He closed his eyes tight and tried not to scream out. He lightly pushed and moved. He wasn't being subtle but then neither was he. The light hit them in profile, making one side illuminated and the other silhouette. He was turning his head back and forth. He let his knees buckle a bit then rose up in a grasp, pulling him up, partly, with him and whispered into his ear loudly. He started hitting at him pathetically; in the body, the face and the limbs. He pinned his arms back and pushed into him now, it looked, really hard. His eyes were slightly widened, his face was drooping down with his head back. He pulled his hands forward then hit them back. He moved forward as if to bite him, then hovered over his face, breathing. He started to bang against him at the hips violently. He let go of one of his hands and put his hand in his underpants. He wriggled, he squeezed, he squeezed. They moved along the wall sideways, leaving marks on the paint. He took his other hand and put it into his underpants. The room was almost entirely bare of furniture. They dipped and he kissed him with his mouth open.
He stopped, he spat, Tell me about women, he said.