Love is Always Write Anthology Bonus Volume

back empty a moment later and grabbed my ass. He broke the kiss to give me an evil grin.
    "I am not made for self-denial," he said, and pounced. I staggered, my heel caught, we tumbled to the floor entangled. He kicked the door shut as he wriggled on top of me, kissed me as he ran his hands over my chest and I tugged at the damned sweatshirt. His mouth slid across my cheek then he sucked on my ear and one hand dove into my pants. I gasped, my hips jerking into his grip, and he lifted himself to grin at me again.
    "You're fucking hot, Lukas," he breathed, stroking me. "I've wanted my hands on this so goddamn long…" He licked his lips.
    "Alan—"
    "I'm gonna get my mouth on it too," he promised, giving me a tug as he opened my pants. "Sparkly lip gloss all over your gorgeous cock…"
    "Oh god…" I groaned.
    "Oh yeah," Alan said. "Tell him to watch this." He slid down my body and paused, poised above my extreme erection that was all for him; god yes, I'd be gay for him, I'd be fucking polka-dotted for— he raised an eyebrow as I stared at him, and then he looked down and licked his lips again and slowly bent down and slid his mouth over me and I clawed at the laundry under me and my eyes rolled back. Oh god, oh holy, his mouth so hot so— fuck I was going to come and not— not our first time, not like that, not even touching— I caught his shoulders and pulled him up to me, kissed him and groaned at the salty taste of me on his lips, rolled him to the side, and groped at his pants.
    "Together," I managed. "Want— together—" then I had his cock out and pulled him close, my hand around both of us and his over mine, stroking and rocking and kissing, and he threw a leg over mine and we thrust against each other again and again, and I came all over his stomach and he came a gasping moment later, and we lay entwined and shaking.
    "That," Alan said when our breathing had calmed a little, "was fucking amazing."
    "Yeah." I planted a kiss by his eye because it was where my mouth landed. "I just want to say… I wasn't expecting that when I texted."
    He propped himself up on his elbow to stare at me, eyes narrowed. "You gonna flip out now?"
    "What? Why?"
    "Straight guy experimenting," he said, sitting up to reach for the bags I'd brought. "What straight guys really want— like our buddy Kelly— is to know if fags give better head." He shot a grin over his shoulder. "Which we do." He opened one of the bags and pulled out a coffee. "Then they figure out getting a blowjob from a guy is gay and they flip."
    "I never said I was straight."
    "Please." He pulled a blueberry muffin from the other bag and rolled away, onto his feet. He walked to the couch-bed thing and sat down, sipped his coffee with his pants still hanging open. He made a face, picked something from the floor and wiped his stomach, tucked himself into his pants and tossed the smeared cloth in a different floor pile. "Everything about you screams straight," he said as he tugged the sweatshirt down.
    Too bad thinking about Alan all the time didn't let me understand him. I was experimenting? He was the one who pounced on me! I pulled my pants up and grabbed my own coffee and muffin. I sat on the floor across the coffee table from him. He raised an eyebrow.
    "You got your blowjob," he said. "Hell, you even got me off like the gentleman you are. You can go, Lukas."
    Damn. Maybe I should have talked to Lilia a bit more. I broke off a piece of my muffin and it stuck in my throat like the words I couldn't think of. At least I could wash the muffin down with coffee. I didn't take another bite, though.
    "Alan… I didn't come here for sex." I lifted my eyes to his. "I… wanted to tell you that I can't stop thinking about you. That you… you brighten my days and—"
    "Lukas," he interrupted, "what the fuck are you doing?"
    "I'm trying to tell you—" His eyes were blue and confused and angry. "—to tell you that I think I love you."
    "Fuck." Alan dropped his face into his hand. "Did Lilia get creative with her coffee-making this morning? Go home , Lukas. Go sleep it off, whatever it is."
    "Alan…" I scooted around the table and tugged at his wrist. He let me uncover his face, but glared at me. I held his hand, touched his cheek with my free hand. "Alan. I'm not drunk or on anything, you know that. And you know I don't lie. You're brilliant and fun and funny and courageous and strong and sexy and I can't stop thinking about you. Why is it so hard to believe