Love is Always Write Anthology Bonus Volume

and deeper. There was a climax building inside him, fast and racing upward. The slide of Jacob's cock suddenly became an arrow of heat in his ass, that deep rub like a static charge that sizzled over his nerves. Over his own harsh panting he heard the smack of Jacob's hips against his own buttocks, but he felt only that near-painful climbing intensity as Jacob brushed inside him over and over.
    Jacob groaned Daniel's name and jerked spasmodically, his fingers digging into Daniel's hips. Daniel knew that chant of "God, Daniel, Daniel, God, holy God." The thought that Trip was coming inside him, inside his body at last, almost did it. Daniel hovered painfully on the threshold, hard as iron and shaking, while Jacob collapsed on his back.
    "Touch me," he groaned. He would have done it himself, but his arms and legs were trembling and he almost didn't dare move. "Please, Trip, touch me."
    "Touch...?" Jacob sounded dazed. But then praise be, he reached around and under without moving, without lifting his weight from Daniel's back, still deep in Daniel's body. His fingers closed on Daniel's erection. A little awkwardly, fumbling his touch, but it didn't matter. With Jacob on him and in him, and stroking over his rigid cock, Daniel tipped over the edge. He came in long shaking waves that began in his cock and spread to his ass. Each one clawed its way through him, intensifying the stretched heat that was Jacob inside him. Until he almost screamed, and then sobbed as the last wave died.
    Slowly and gently Jacob separated them and eased Daniel down onto the sheets. Daniel was still shaking. His breath caught as his ass cramped a couple of times, and then he sighed as the tension ebbed out of him. Jacob cuddled in against his back, enfolding him in strong arms.
    "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you?"
    Daniel chuckled, and pressed a kiss against Jacob's arm. "Not a bit. That was the best yet."
    "Yeah, for me too."
    Daniel moved a little, restlessly. He didn't want to leave this, the shelter of Jacob's arms, but he felt odd and loose and sticky. And urgent. "Let me up, Trip."
    Jacob let go at once and sat up to lean over him. "You're sure you're okay?"
    "Never better. I promise. I just need the head."
    "Right." Jacob trailed after him, looking faintly anxious, as he went to the little attached bathroom and took care of the aftermath. Daniel finished, bent over the sink and splashed some water on his sweaty face. When he looked up, Jacob's dark eyes were peering apprehensively into his in the mirror.
    Can't have that. He turned and pulled Jacob into a long wet kiss with lots of tongue. When he let go, Jacob looked more dazed than apprehensive. That was better. Daniel said, "Damn, I can't wait to try that again. Might not be tonight but I hope it's soon."
    And he felt Jacob relax just that fraction more in his arms. Daniel kissed his cheek, his neck, his shoulder. "Your turn to clean up, Trip. Because once I've had a nap I want that cock of yours in my mouth. But not after..."
    "Ew." Jacob wrinkled his nose, and they stared blankly at each other for a moment, and then burst out laughing. Arms around each other, they giggled helplessly. Daniel pressed his face against the sweat-damp skin of Jacob's neck and just breathed him in.
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CHAPTER 7
    February 1943
    The world could change in a heartbeat. One moment Daniel was dozing in his hammock, sleepily thinking back to their last liberty in a way that had him groping lazily under his sheet. The next moment there was a hell of a loud bang and he was thrown bodily to the deck. He hit with a force that nearly knocked the breath out of him. Around him, other men grunted and yelled, and in a couple of cases screamed, as they did the same.
    "What the hell?" Daniel scrambled to his feet. The PA was calling for general quarters, siren wailing. Then the sound hissed and died. Daniel yanked on trousers and shirt, as everyone in the room cursed and struggled. Some began dressing swiftly, others ran out shirtless, heading for their stations. Some sat dazed on the deck. Mike, one row over, was cradling his arm in his hand, his face twisted in pain. There was another explosion, and the ship leaped sideways. Daniel grabbed for a hold, caught something and clung on as the Gageway heaved and rolled and then seemed to recover.
    Daniel struggled for the door, stepping over blankets and unprepared men. He swung himself out into the passageway. There was a haze of smoke, and the motion of the ship was