James wasn't managing to find any sort of release, and the struggle to do so was just making things, worse, to the point where he could barely think straight when Alan finally showed up, hoping to apologize again and investigate the source of the rather strong aroma now coming from James. The two locked eyes briefly, with Alan for once keeping his mouth shut and staggering a little, his eyes largely unfocused. James meanwhile just shot him a wanton desperate look, at this point so far over the edge that it was no longer possible to care about little details like not having any interest in men, or in absolutely careless idiots. Particularly as James looked further down and saw that what was already a disconcerningly large slab of meat slapping around between Alan's legs was now swollen to at least twice that size and standing at attention. If either had the werewithal to think about such things, they'd likely be a bit worried about the amount of bloodflow such a ponderous erection called for and whether there was any left for Alan's brain, but under the circumstances, the red man barely managed to mumble something half resembling "y'sure?" and the blue woman nodding and biting her lip before he slammed the whole length into her and they started rutting wordlessly until well after dawn in an animalistic frenzy.
Eventually, they reached a point of mutual exhausting, collapsing in a heap on the ground, Alan still atop James, James still impaled by nearly a foot of Alan's length, too drained for either to do anything but lie there panting and reflecting on what they'd just done. It was easily the best sex either had had in their lives, but there had been a terrible desperation to it. James of course was having a profound crisis of identity, unsure if he should really think of himself as "he" anymore after such an intensely feminine experience, but also quite horrified at having such a total loss of self-control on top of all the other reasons to be upset with the whole situation. Alan meanwhile was much less conflicted about the whole thing, but still a little alarmed at how hazy things got after he'd had a real strong whiff of what he was already trying to think of an excuse to refer to as 'that little coffee-maker."
Once they were both recovered enough to stand however...