Love is Always Write Anthology Bonus Volume

back down. "And what the hell was that, Dumb and Dumber: Adventures in Butt Sex?" He giggled. "'Uh— how do we get there?'"
    "Where's the lube?" I asked, chuckling.
    "Under me!" He wriggled and produced the bottle with a grin.
    "And the death threats," I said, laughing. "Definitely added to the mood."
    Alan laughed and I laughed harder and we laughed till the bed shook and he put his head on my shoulder still with an occasional chuckle rocking his body. "You're lucky you're so fucking adorable," he muttered, and kissed my collar bone.
    "I'm lucky you're so fucking amazing," I said, kissing the top of his head.
    "I'm lucky you're fucking crazy." He rolled to the edge of the bed. "Sorry, but we've reached the part the stories don't mention— I gotta go ."
    Ugh. Now that he mentioned it— Alan hurried into the bathroom and I gave him a good head start, but when the shower started I decided it was my turn. In the bathroom I dealt with things and rinsed my face and then I unabashedly watched Alan through the clear shower curtain with little yellow ducks on it.
    "If you're standing there with your dick in your hand," Alan called, "get in here and share!"
    I laughed and got in there and found a wet and slippery Alan to be just as wonderful as I could have imagined had I ever stopped to fantasize about it.
    Alan had to be at work at two, and if he skipped work he would come up short on rent and "lose the apartment too." I would have driven him, but he dug up the calendar I'd handed out and discovered I had a class I could get to if I left soon, and kicked me out.
    After class, of course, I had to go to work, grabbing food on the way. Lilia had rummy night on Fridays, so to avoid her snorts of laughter, I waited until she wouldn't be home to leave a message saying I wouldn't be home until morning.
    Alan trudged by my station at ten-thirty, when I still had two hours to go. He didn't slow, but he blew me a kiss. I was helping someone so I just grinned back.
    Somehow I was in a great mood all night, even though I didn't manage to study and I kept making mistakes. One of my regulars even asked if I'd "got some," and laughed until she almost fell off her heels when I blushed.
    After work I made a quick run to the all-night grocery store. When I got up front the self-checkout was closed, but I managed to time it so no one but the checker saw my purchases. She ran her eyes over the flowers, the breakfast makings, and the large bottle of Astroglide, and grinned at my blush.
    "Big night and breakfast in the morning? All the good ones are gay."
    —for Alan , I managed to add mentally, and didn't cringe.
    When I knocked on Alan's door, he yanked it open and grabbed me by the neck, dragging me inside and into an urgent kiss. I kicked the door shut behind us and dropped everything to kiss him back. All night I touched and held him, sometimes having sex and sometimes just curled up to him on his bed-couch thing and it was wondrous. In the morning I made him breakfast and he harassed me about bringing a guy flowers, but when he couldn't sit on the hard chair, we moved breakfast to the couch, and he took the flowers from the kitchen and set them on the dresser.
    I fed him waffles and he smeared syrup on my nose and I loved every second of it.
    Saturday afternoon I had to work, and months ago I'd promised Lilia my help with a program at the church on Sunday morning, so I couldn't go back to his place Saturday night. The kiss when I left was long and deep and set my pulse pounding. Work seemed to take forever, and when I was finally home and I'd eaten my sandwich and emailed my pictures of Kelly Lesniewski to the Dean of Students with an explanation, my bed was empty and not at all relaxing. Twiggy crept in to flop on my side much the way Alan did, without regard for my breathing, and that helped a little. On the other hand, dog-breath.
    The best I could say for Lilia in the morning was that she tried not to giggle. She didn't succeed, especially when every time I or she mentioned Alan's name I blushed, but she tried. The program went okay— I was filming a Thanksgiving service for shut-in church members and some parents serving overseas, so I had an excuse to not talk to anyone— and as soon as I got home I threw some clothes and necessities in a bag and headed back to Alan's, where he welcomed me as enthusiastically as he had Friday night.
    We didn't have another frantic jerk-off on the floor, though— we made it to the