Love is Always Write Anthology Bonus Volume

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    Sometime that afternoon I learned that Alan really hadn't had any experience besides blowjobs— that he'd given. His "gaydar was out of whack" he said, and he'd never managed to get reciprocity out of the guys he was "dumb enough to go down on."
    I felt like a heel, especially since he'd already done it to me three amazing times, so I dropped to my knees between his legs as he sat on the couch and asked for a lesson. Alan cocked an eyebrow at me.
    "You know I was wrong, right? Giving me a blowjob is more gay than fucking my ass."
    "…we're still on that?" I asked. "We've been screwing like bunnies for most of three days. How much more proving do you need? Because at some point we'll hit an impasse. If you tell me to streak across campus with your name on my chest, I'm going to refuse and it won't be because of your name."
    He ran a hand through his hair, making it stand up more. We'd both had our hands in it a lot since the last time he combed it. "Yeah. I get it. I just— well, if you start and don't want to go on I'm not gonna be real gracious about it."
    "I don't start things I don't intend to finish," I told him. "Ever."
    "How the hell did I even land on this side of the argument?" Alan demanded. "Fuck yes, you can suck my dick. Go for it. Bombs away."
    All he was wearing was my shirt. I tugged it up and he rolled his eyes.
    "Noob." He scooted forward. "My ass on the edge opens up the whole playground." He put his feet on the coffee table on either side of me to demonstrate, propping himself up with his hands behind him. "Grab the lube, 'cause you are so going for the Fucking God button."
    That was what I'd hit that first— second— time together, that made him shake and swear at me to remember it. I'd since learned it was the prostate, and when Alan massaged mine during a blowjob I went off like a rocket. He touched mine from the outside, though. I hadn't invited him in yet. I felt a little awkward about that but told myself he didn't seem interested anyway, and it wasn't like we'd run out of other things to do even after I figured out he was tender and declared his ass off-limits for a while.
    "Are you sure—"
    "I can take a fucking finger, Lukas."
    I put the bottle of lube between my thighs to warm and took a good grip on the half-hard cock he was waving at me. It stiffened gloriously in my palm and I wondered how I ever took my hands off him. "Anything I shouldn't do?" I asked, giving him a little tug.
    "No teeth," he said, watching me with wide eyes. "Slurp lots."
    "Got it." I almost managed to wonder what the hell I was doing, but I told myself what I was doing was making love to Alan, and I leaned forward to run my tongue up his cock. Alan whined and fell back with a THUD.
    "Ow, fuck!"
    "Are you all right?"
    "I hit my head." He propped himself up on his elbows. "Kiss that head to make it better."
    I chuckled and licked him again. The taste was salty and not gross at all. I tried taking him in and he groaned. "Easy," he gasped. "Gag and the party's over." I backed off, dragging my lips over him and he swore softly. I settled into another phase in my new favorite hobby— learning to get the most amazing sounds out of Alan.
    Minutes later, at a really awkward moment, my phone rang. I jumped. So did Alan. It rang again, with the unknown-number ringtone.
    "Answer that and I defenestrate you," he snarled as I groped on the floor with my free hand. I found it, silenced it, and went back to making Alan gasp obscenities.
    Later when somehow afterglow had led to toenail-painting, my phone rang again. His toes were done and mine were about to get a second layer, this one with glitter. When the phone rang Alan grabbed my foot to hold me but I twisted to get the phone from the floor anyway. "It's my mom's ringtone, Alan."
    "…great. Hi, Mom!" he said, but when I picked up my phone he was quiet.
    "Lukas," Mom said when I answered. "Come and get us. We're lost."
    "You're— what? Lost where?"
    "If I knew that, we wouldn't be lost."
    "You'll need to give me some clues if you want me to find you, Mom."
    "I'm in a diner in downtown Moose Creek, only I haven't seen any moose or any creek, and there's not a lot of downtown. I've been driving for ten hours and your brother has been drowning out my country with his metal-punk-whatever for the last two hundred miles. Now I'm lost because Moose Creek isn't anywhere on my map, and I've been sitting in this booth for an hour and a half until I could borrow a