Love is Always Write Anthology Bonus Volume

and I'll make sure you're on the button-fly jeans this time."
    "You should have said something!" I told him, letting my pants drop.
    "I was busy," he said as I slipped in beside him. I reached for him but he pushed me onto my back. "Your fucking chest , Lukas," he breathed, both hands on it as he leaned over me. "Goddamn, how'd this fag get so lucky?"
    On reflex I grabbed his hair. "Stop that."
    "Stop—"
    "I can hear how you say it. Until you stop feeling 'fag' is an insult, stop calling yourself that."
    "Lukas…" he said, lying on top of me. I kissed him slow and deep and wrapped an arm around his back to hold him chest to chest with me, skin to skin and it felt amazing. He slipped a hand down to cup my ass. I ghosted my fingertips down his side to the hollow of his hip. It was just a little dip, but so magical still—
    "God, Lukas," he breathed, and nipped my jaw. He rolled, tugging me after. I tried to hold my weight off him but he yanked at me.
    "I'm not a girl. I won't squish."
    I eased myself down and he wriggled under me and wrapped a leg around me and instinctively I rubbed against him and we both groaned.
    "So fucking hot," he gasped. I kissed his cheek, his jaw, his ear, his neck, clinging to him and thrusting against him. He stroked my back, my ass, caught my head and pressed me to him when I scraped my teeth on the ridge of his shoulder. "Yes," he hissed when I glided a hand down his side to circle my thumb in the hollow of his hip. "Yes, touch me…"
    I could feel his tattoo. I traced it with my fingertips and he hissed. "Yesss…"
    From his hip it was a short grope to a perfect-for-my-hand ass cheek. I squeezed and he writhed; my fingers slipped into the groove of his ass and he threw his head back.
    "Fuck!"
    "I'm sorr—"
    "Stop and I kill you," he snarled, grabbing a handful of my hair. "Not now—"
    I kissed him to shut him up and touched him there again, sliding the tip of my finger down soft skin. He moaned into my mouth. I tried it again, thrusting against him as I did, and he moaned louder and turned his lips from my kiss.
    "Hurry," he gasped in my ear. "Hurry!"
    "What do I—"
    "Lube and put your finger in me!"
    Crap. The lube— Alan bucked and lurched and moved us closer to the edge; I snatched the lube and the condoms and dropped the box by his head.
    "Get that open, please?"
    He chuckled breathlessly and grabbed it. I rolled us on our sides so I could get both hands together behind him. "How much?"
    "For god's sake, Lukas!"
    Fine. I squeezed a line on my finger and applied it. Alan jerked against me.
    "Cold, shit, cold!"
    I jerked my hand away. "I'm s—"
    He grabbed my hair and yanked hard, pulling me far enough from his face he could see me. "Get it," he growled. "If it hurts I'll say ow . If I want you to stop, I'll say stop . THAT'S THE FUCKING SAFEWORD OTHERWISE YOU DON'T STOP. Ahh, eeeh, oooh, god, fuck, shit, sweet holy goddamn mother-fucker— right now, those are all GOOD. Don't apologize and don't stop or I'll fucking kill you. Got it?"
    "Got it."
    "Good." He grabbed my hand and clapped it back on his ass, used his grip on my hair to pull me into a kiss. I smoothed the lube around a bit wondering if I dared ask if he was ready and then he snarled deep in his throat and I slipped my finger inside and his body tightened around it.
    "Fuck yes," he gasped, letting his head fall to my shoulder. "Yes— move, Lukas. Slow, fuck me with your finger, a bit at a time oh god please—"
    "Alan…" I peppered kisses on his neck and ground against him and slid my finger out and in. "God, Alan…" He writhed against me, backwards and forwards, grinding his cock against me and then rocking back on my finger, building the pressure. I slid my finger out and in and twisted it and he gasped and moaned in my ear and rocked against me, one hand clenched on my ass and the other wrapped in my hair.
    "Yes, more, deeper, come on—"
    I nipped and kissed his shoulder and worked my hand until his body took my whole finger. Alan let out soft sounds but kept moving, riding back onto me, so I scraped my teeth up his neck and he shuddered as my finger plunged in and out.
    "Another," he panted. "Come on— yeah," he gasped as I obeyed. "Fucking yeah. Deeper, god, yes, Lukas—" He writhed against me, straining for more, rocking and gasping together as I slid my fingers in and out of his body and how fucking amazing was that? I put more lube on my palm, keeping it from his body until my own heat warmed it. I