Love is Always Write Anthology Bonus Volume

felt him breathing, the rise and fall of their chests against each other, just a little out of sync. Jacob said, "Do you want to go slower?"
    "No. I don't. Hell, Trip, I don't know what I'm saying."
    "Maybe it's lack of sleep."
    "And lack of food. Yeah, maybe." It would be good to think this odd second-guessing was just his brain running low on fuel. He made an effort to find the old Daniel who had made the first move in that dirty little room in Townsville. What would he have said then? "Maybe you sucked my brain out of my dick with that blow job. My turn."
    He rolled abruptly, his arms around Jacob to pull him underneath. He spread his weight over Jacob's belly and chest, pinning his wrists to the bed on either side of his head. Jacob stared up at him, startled, and then began to smile. "What did you have in mind?"
    "Gonna start by kissing the smart right out of your mouth." He bent over Jacob and mashed their lips together. This wasn't any soft romantic kiss. He started it hungry and it got hungrier. They moaned into each other's mouths, tongues pressing, battling for primacy. Daniel pulled off to kiss the angle of Jacob's jaw, rough with morning stubble. His teeth found the edge of Jacob's collarbone and he bit, hard enough to leave marks.
    Jacob jerked underneath him. "What the hell?"
    "You're mine." Suddenly that was important to say aloud. "Don't worry. It won't show above your shirt collar. But I want you to know you're mine."
    "You fool, of course I am."
    "And don't forget it." He moved lower. His tongue traced the scattering of hair across Jacob's chest, and then followed the trail downward. He let go of Jacob's wrists and moved his hands to those tight nipples, pinching and tweaking them as he sucked Jacob's belly above his dark curls.
    Jacob panted, bucking his hips up against the weight of Daniel's chest. His cock stood rigid inches from Daniel's mouth. Daniel blew a breath on it and then returned to sucking up marks on the soft skin of Jacob's abdomen. There were scars on Jacob's thigh and hip. He thought he might kiss them, might touch and soothe them, but in the end he did what he had learned to do with his own scars. Ignore and move on. He nuzzled Jacob's belly, stroked Jacob's chest, and then slid downward again towards those dark soft curls, constantly moving but never touching Jacob's dick.
    "Daniel. Daniel. Christ, I need... I need..."
    "What, Trip?" Daniel licked a line up the groove from Jacob's groin to his hip and ignored that taut erection beside his cheek.
    "Bastard," Jacob groaned. "More, I need something. Your hand, your mouth..."
    "My ass?"
    Jacob froze for a moment. "You want to?"
    "Do you?"
    "Oh, God, yeah. I wasn't going to ask."
    "You didn't ask. I offered." He slid to one side off Jacob's hips.
    Jacob's hand caught his arm. "Do you really want to? For you and not just for me?"
    "Oh yes." Daniel saw doubt still in Jacob's eyes and added a truth. "I used to dream about it, some nights onboard. Sometimes I'd lick my finger and push it up in there and wish it was you inside me."
    "Damn."
    Daniel rolled over and then pushed up to his knees. "You got something to use for slick though?" He wanted this, he really did. But spit was not going to be enough.
    Jacob reached to open the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a small bottle. "Massage oil. Like what we used that night in Espiritu Santo. I've been saving it ready." He uncapped the bottle and the scent rose, herbal and sweet.
    "Okay." Daniel spread his thighs and buried his face in his arms. He felt vulnerable and wanton and unbearably aroused, presenting his ass to Jacob this way.
    Jacob moved to kneel between his legs. Daniel was expecting the touch of oil on his ass, so he was caught by surprise when Jacob pressed a kiss against his spine right above his tailbone. The whimper Daniel made was a damned silly noise coming from a grown man, but Jacob groaned in response, and bowed over him, kissing his way up Daniel's back.
    Daniel whispered, "Fuck me, Trip." If he had to wait much longer he was going to come just from the anticipation. "Fuck me. Please. Now."
    "Yeah." Finally Jacob's finger breached him, slick with oil. He arched against the pressure, and whined in his throat as Jacob added a second finger.
    "Too fast?"
    "Hell, no." It wasn't. The stretch and burn were lost somewhere in the sensations rolling over him. He freed a hand to reach down underneath himself and fist over his own dick. "More. Come on, Trip.